#and they're lead by the n°1 apologizer

[theballadofmars]

I love how mqf's oficial description is something like: a good heart who wants to help others but then you read the novel and his reaction to lqg trapping ten infected men who are crying in panic is "great now I can start to work in my experiments with decomposed people to find a cure" and gets out a lot of needles, which makes the man cry even harder.

Even if we only get bits of the other Cang Qiong sect leader's we can reach the conclusion that no one there is normal, sqq is just biased.

[grapecaseschoices]

Wait Adam x Farah 👁👁 you hooked me...care to elaborate

hehe yesss, come into my web dear fly ... i mean mootie, @pinayelf.

i have actually did a post spreading my f x a agenda little bit ago [here, now with comments from the converted other twc fans]

but i don't mind getting into it a bit more. i think this time i will go through my f x a tags to evidence back my proposition.

so, i imagine that you were lured in by this post:

and what IF! what if?

might it take the form of something like this?:

or how about this?

[both gifs taken from this beautiful gifset by @/cuddlybitch]

what i like about f and a is how different they are. i know that is so obvious -- but i really enjoy not only how technically they SHOULD [and at times] grate on each other, because they're both very 'come as you are' type characters they are open to receiving and working with each other's differences. in fact, they find value in each other's differences.

yes, A [Adam in this case] is stubborn and judgmental and would like F [Farah in this case] to take things seriously -- but Adam wants EVERYONE to take meetings seriously, it isn't targeted at Farah because 'Farah is immature'. The more they know, the better things can be handled, and the better things are handled the SAFER everyone can be. Adam doesn't try to make Farah someone she's not -- and as mentioned in the previous post, Adam believes that Farah coming in as all that she was made the unit become a family.

Farah, on the other hand, is much the same. Sure she teases and pokes at Adam but she has so so much trust in his capabilities. In fact, Adam does for Farah as well. I also like - as I mentioned - how Farah isn't any more afraid to call Adam out then Adam is afraid to tell Farah to chill. I feel Farah has a sensible, no bullshit way of calling things out that works very well for and WITH the pragmatic, 'no nonsense' commanding agent.

However, it isn't all what Farah can do for Adam. Adam is a protector and quite capable of taking care of himself. We also know in the Sanja situation he was glad the choice was in the detective's hands ... because he would have chosen the detective. We know A would challenge anyone who hurt or endangered their loved ones, and would be more than willing to make sure they found out if they dared fuck around. Farah is so desperate to be chosen, but she is also very desperate to keep her loved ones safe. As I said, Adam can handle himself but WHAT IS MORE, he can help Farah feel more confident in her own abilities and what she contributes. He would listen and would never dismiss her, try to placate her. I think that is something Farah needs, not just the sounding board but the certainty that she CAN save and protect what means the most to her.

Plus isn't the Sunshine and the Sunshine Protector the cutest? A bright star and their human shield & sword? Ahem.

Also, an A[dam] that teases is so much fun. The way he can taunt and joke when he's more relaxed is not only endearing, I can just picture how delighted it would make F[arah]! I deserve some F and A banter. I bet it would be the cutest, and I get the feeling that A would be able to keep up with F or shut it down in a way that would keep F guessing [which A would be so smug about lmao].

Adam deserves unfiltered, bright pure happiness [Farah] and Farah deserves a sturdy, ever-firm yet capable of yielding landing* [Adam].

to end with another quote:

[areislol]

"would you kiss me for $10 or the hottest person in the world for $1000?"

ft— blade, gepard, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, welt, sampo, luka, argenti, dr. ratio

warning — none, just fluff! might be ooc, established relationship, gn! reader, no yanqing for this ;( mentions of kissing, might be cringe..? chinese names are simplified. not proofread.

a/n— y'all i apologize if they're ooc (can't justify it i haven't even played hsr yet) so yes. ENJOY as this is my second time writing for 'em

wordcount. 4.2k

刃 blade

✧ .... he knew it was one of those.. silly media questions that couples do to one another. and he hates you for actually doing them (not really he loves you too much)

✧ he continued to stay silent as he sat on the bench, watching as you sat beside him—anticipating for his response that will decide whether or not he will sleep on the couch or not.

✧ "ugh you big bum just answer the question!!" you groan, slumping down on the bench.

✧ blade cocks his head and raises his brow, smirking at you. "you mean the complex question that will probably lead you unhappy if i don't say the answer you were hoping for and then not talk to me for the next couple of hours as you're petty and—"

✧ you quickly shut him up with your palm over his mouth, you were now mad at him for being too god damn right. warmth spread to your cheeks as you stared at him, completely flustered.

✧ "you better shut that mouth of yours baldie." you threaten, still keeping your palm over his mouth when you felt the icky, wet and textured feeling gliding across your palm, it was his tongue.

✧ wasting no time you pulled your hand back and stared at your palm before vigorously wiping it on your shirt, absolutely disgusted. "ewwww!! and you still haven't answered my question!!" you pout.

✧ blade huffs (he's very sassy), "yeah not after calling me baldie. i'm not even bald." he was so serious about it, it was very amusing to you.

✧ you pout even more, scooching closer to him. "okay i'm sorry for calling you baldie.. and yes you aren't bald. now will you please answer my question?!" blade continues to glare at you, thinking about his answer. well, he was only pretending to anyway.

✧ he already knew his answer the second the question slipped out of your mouth, obviously, kiss you for $10 (credits). even if it was for $1000 he could easily get that amount of money in a day and plus, you are the most hottest person in the entire universe.

✧ but he decided to tease you, he put on his thinking face, tapping his finger on his chin. "hm... i really don't know it's so hard to choose..." he hums, looking down at your face as he smirks in amusement at your silly little mad face.

✧ "so hard? SO HARD FOR WHAT????" you asked, leaning in closer. oh you were for sure getting irritated now.

✧ blade chuckles before engulfing you in a tight hug as you sat on his lap, face buried in his chest. "of course kiss you for $10, i don't need $1000 anyway."

✧ "what about the pretty part?" "you are the hottest of them all, y/n."

✧ you hummed in content, happy with his answer before speaking again. "see, it wasn't a trick question at all." blade rolls his eyes. "uh huh... so you weren't going to quote-on-quote, 'ground' me if i said the wrong answer?"

✧ "....no...."

✧ (btw he was still a lil hurt when you called him baldie. like wow, it really hit him deep)

杰帕德 gepard

✧ the second you asked him the question he did not hesitate and answered within 1 billion light speed.

✧ "you of course! i don't want to a random stranger who i don't know for $1000, i don't need that money when i have you."

✧ "oh— gepard—" yeah, you almost burst into tears at his answer. it was so geniune, sweet and adorable. even his face said it all!! he looked at you with such sincere eyes as he told you his reply!!

✧ gepard almost freaked out thinking he said the wrong thing when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he immediately held onto your shoulders, apologizing if he did anything wrong.

✧ you shake your head no and wipe away your tears dramatically, "n—no i'm fine gepard i'm just— i didn't expect you to say your answer so quickly! when i saw other couples doing it the other person is always hesitating or something."

✧ gepard is confused, was this a test or something? (poor baby doesn't know) and so you have to explain to him what the trend is all about and all that jazz.

✧ he doesn't think that it's a bad trend or anything, if anything he encourages you to ask him more questions!! anything you ask, he will reply asap 100%!!

✧ and so you asked more questions.

✧ "you don't care about the money gepard? that's a lot though, $1000!" you exclaim, gepard shakes his head and smiles, "i already said why i don't need that money, love, i don't need the money when i have you, you're priceless."

✧ EUGHHHHHHHHH HE JUST HAS TO HIT YOU WITH THAT. you smiled back and gave him a kiss on his cheek before backing away. "that's so sweet of you... okay next question, who is the hottestperson in the world?"

✧ gepard only stares into your eyes, mesmerized by your face, his eyes are trained on you and only you as his thumb caresses your cheek. "you, of course, you're the most hottest.. although i'd rather use prettiest instead, you are the most prettiest and amazing person in the entire universe."

✧ safe to say his face was peppered with kisses after that, not that he minds it.

丹恒 dan heng

✧ "what kind of question is that?" is the first thing he says, looking at you in confusion as he closes the book he was reading.

✧ you had just entered his room, phone in hand before asking him the question out of the blue so he assumed you saw something from the media which now... lead to this.

✧ you shrug, going back to your question. "don't be trying to change the topic, what would you do? kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" you repeated, your brows furrowing. to dan heng, it was crazy scary how you looked right now, so desperate for his answer.

✧ "well obviously the hottest person in the world for $1000, that' so much money!" he replied, knowing what this was going to lead him to. "......so... you would kiss the most hottest person in the world for more money?"

✧ dan heng cringes as he nods his head slowly. your eyes narrowed as you began to glare at him, soon, you stormed out of his room, pissed, and with a right as well.

✧ dan heng sighs in defeat before getting up from his seat and following you to where you always went when you were mad, to the kitchen.

✧ and he was right, you were in the kitchen just snacking on food you just bought the day before, when you spotted him you turned around, your back facing him. "baby c'mon im sorry i was just joking.."

✧ hearing him call you "baby" did something to you but you didn't want to give in just yet. you were mad at him still. you pout (not like he can see you but still) and continue to munch on your food angrily.

✧ "i didn't mean to, i promise i was just joking. i would much rather kiss you for $100 i pinky swear." .... "pinky swear?" "pinky swear."

✧ safe to say you accepted his apology as he absolutely peppered your face with millions of kisses before engulfing you in his arms.

✧ "you're ridiculous..." dan heng sighs, resting his eyes. "yeah well you love me so" well, he can't deny that.

景元 jing yuan

✧ jing yuan is definenetly doing the mathematical calculations in his head right now. because what in tarnation are you talking about?!

✧ he stares at you like you're crazy for a second before sighing, looking down and closing his eyes shut (he reminded you a lot like a disappointed dad...)

✧ "what do you mean? why are you asking me this out of the blue..." for one, he is a tad bit afraid that if he says the wrong thing you will sentence him to three (3) days to sleep on the couch, yeah, you banish him from your SHARED bedroom multiple times when he said the "wrong thing".

✧ you repeat your question again, waiting for his answer. "what a silly question, i would kiss you of course, with or without the $10." he breathed, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and smirking, he knew that that was what you wanted to hear and the kiss was the cherry on top.

✧ for a few seconds you just sat there, too flustered to do anything. YES YOU KNEW IT WAS JUST A FOREHEAD KISS BUT IT'S JING YUAN OKAY

✧ "hm? is something the matter, my love?" he questions, leaning in closer to your face, he was much more taller than you (obviously) so he was quite literally towering over you, his face was so close to yours.

✧ you shake your head before going in for a small and chaste kiss and closing your eyes, you can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer to him by your waist and deepens the kiss. your brain was starting to get fuzzy as you felt more and more delirious. jing yuan just knew how to make you fold.

✧ "hey! this isn't an excuse to make out with me you know?" you pull away breathless, looking quite dazed just for this "simple" kiss. jing yuan hums, resting his head on your shoulder before speaking up.

✧ "you know you love it." at his words you sigh and shake your head, "well i can't deny that..." you reply with a smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

✧ a few minutes go by in silence, you assume that jing yuan was asleep by how calm and quite he was, when the silence was broken. "does this mean i can sleep in our shared bedroom?"

✧ your brows furrowed at his words, was that all he was thinking about? "mmmmmmm now that you mentioned it..." "no." you chuckled, patting his head. "i know i know, yes, you get to sleep in our shared bedroom."

罗刹 luocha

✧ "what an odd question.." luocha replies, observing your very serious face. he found it amusing how you looked so serious after asking such a silly question.

✧ you whine and shake his arm, "just answer the question luocha it is very serious!! i need to know your answer!!" .... okay yes apparently it was very serious as you literally called him by his name and not some cute nickname.

✧ luocha offers you a soft and tender smile, the one he always does every time he spots you and or is with you (it never fails to make you swoon), "of course you, i don't need the money when i have you, are you doubting something my dear?"

✧ you shake your head at his words, happy with his answer. "no, everything's fine don't worry! thanks lychee." luocha then engulfs you in a hug all of the sudden, the scent of flowers filled your nose as his hair tickled your face.

✧ "your hair's in my face babe—" you mumble, moving the strands of hair off your face. luocha quickly apologized before pulling away, he cups your cheeks and stares deep into your eyes, which confused you.

✧ luocha continues to stare at you for a good hot minute, he was thinking about something. "say, did anything happen to you that prompted you to ask me that question? did someone do something? did i do something wrong?"

✧ he's so cute. anyway, you shake your head. "no, why?" luocha sighs in relief before taking his hands off your cheeks. "i don't know i assumed something happened that made you question me with that.. question. thank the lord i didn't do anything."

✧ kissing his cheek, you sighed dramatically, "well actually something did happen.. a certain somebody hasn't given me any attention for the past couple of hours"

✧ luocha playfully rolls his eyes, "my fault, princess/prince" and that's how he ended up peppering and littering you with kisses all over your face and no, you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.

瓦尔特 welt

✧ if you keep asking him such questions he's only going to age more, physically, you're going to give him too many wrinkles if you keep on making him furrow his brows and frown.

✧ all you can hear is him heaving a great big sigh as he sets his mug down on the table, staring down at you. "the hottest person in the world?" he asks, you nod your head while smiling, you somewhat knew his answer already.

✧ "well it's you of course." he replied without any hesitation, you hummed and gave him a peck on his cheek. "right answer."

✧ "but why $10 only? you're worth more than that you know." he added, you only shrugged your shoulder. "i don't know it's what the text says" "the text?" "yeah, look!" you held your phone up and pointed at the screen where there was a couple, one of the partner asked a question—the same one you asked him.

✧ the other partner states that they would kiss the most hottest person in the world for $1000, it then showed a clip of the person sleeping on the couch. the answer was easy really, welt didn't understand how bad one person can mess something up.

✧ "well he was stupid, answer was easy." you agreed and put your phone away. "simple right? i knew you would say the right thing" you continued, welt only smiles in pride. "of course, i know what you want to hear, but i hope you know i would never kiss a random person, even if they were the hottest."

✧ your heart melts as he speaks, his words really sinking into you. "awwhh welt~" next thing he knows you're absolutely hugging the shit out of him (and rubbing your face in his chest), not that he minds.

桑博 sampo

✧ "well would you kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" sampo repeated your own question back in a somewhat sassy tone. you were a bit shocked to say the least, i mean, how dare he not answer your question but answer your question with the same exact question!! (same energy ykyk)

✧ but obviously, you're used to his antics as you roll your eyes playfully, closing your phone. "seriously, shampoo. answer the question." "woah woah—shampoo? i said to call me anything but that!" he whines as he uses his hands to talk (as usual), very much exaggerating everything.

✧ you shrug your shoulders with an unamused "hmph" and don't reply any futhur. sampo dramatically sighs in defeat. "but babes, if you really think about it $1000 is a lot of money.." you raise your brow at his answer. "you're only thinking about the money?"

✧ sampo shakes his head, he grabs a hold of your hands while looking at you so sincerely it kind of scared you as he was always so... non-serious. "no, of course not. but just think about all the things i can buy for you...and me...food, flowers, more food, clothes and so much more! wouldn't you want all of that?"

✧ you think about it for a second and replied, "well although those are nice, wouldn't you much rather kiss me instead for $10? we can.. still buy something with $10, plus my kiss is unlike any other!"

✧ "yeah, i know." sampo snickers, upon his reply you narrow your eyes at him, your unamused face screamed "what do you mean by that?" in a menacing type of way. sampo quickly clears his throat before you could get any ideas (you had already gotten a few).

✧ "what i'm tryna say is that yes, i would rather kiss you for $10 but.. i think—" you immediately cut him off with a solemn face. "sh. i don't want to hear anymore of you." sampo can see that you're visibly upset at his answer. shit. he didn't mean to say the wrong thing.

✧ his grip on your hand tightened as he moved in closer to you. "no, wait babe i didn't mean that. i was just playin' i promise i would rather kiss you, your kisses are a one in a billion and i really don't care about the money and—" once again, you cut him off, but for a good reason this time.

✧ you giggle softly and shush him up with your index finger pressed up against his soft lips. "i know what you mean sampo, don't go on a big rant now you aren't in trouble." a clear sigh could be heard from sampo. "thank the stars.."

✧ " but babe! you haven't even answered my question." you gawk at sampo. "... oh well..."

✧ and now it was your turn to tease him, be prepared for a pestering and probing sampo!

卢卡 luka

✧ luka is quite stunned at first because for one, the question was out of nowhere, and two, WHAT DID HE DO THAT MADE YOU QUESTION HIM (you have a habit of asking him random questions out of nowhere)

✧ "did i do something wrong?!" is the first thing he says, he says it like it's urgent it caught you off-guard. you shake your head no and chuckle. "no, why? it's just a question don't worry."

✧ as you both were beside each other, sitting down on your couch, luka leans in closer to you where his nose is just barely touching yours. "well.." he whispers before giving you a long and tender kiss on your lips, it was soft and delicate, it wasn't intense or hot—just simple.

✧ "you, obviously." he begins as he pulled away slowly, his deep, sparkling blue eyes staring down at yours so softly and genuinely. "plus in my eyes you're the most prettiest person in the entire world, actually—no, in the universe!" the way he beamed at you as he spoke his words made your heart flutter. he was so sweet.

✧ luka's sweetness and innocence of a child (not quite literally) never failed to make you tear up, his charisma and optimistic personality pulled you in. but back to the moment. "awww luka you're too sweet ☹️" your cute lil pout made luka's head jump out of his chest and right back in, you were all too adorable.

✧ "oh you know it's nothing.. just stating the facts!" he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him where your hips touched each other.

✧ luka rested his head on top of yours, his chest heaving up and down calmly. "wait, so you would kiss me even if you only got $10 other than $1000?" you asked, not bothering to move your body to face him.

✧ "yup! i would still kiss you for free too, money or not. if you still don't believe me.." luka lifted his head off yours as he faced you, you mirrored his actions and turned to face him. "hm?"

✧ luka began to kiss your face, first your cheeks, then it was your nose, then your forehead and finally, you're lips. this time he pressed his lips onto yours for longer as he used his left hand to cup your cheek. everything about this moment was wonderful.

✧ when he finally lets go, you both are left breathless and yet still yearning for more. "do you believe me now?"

银枝 argenti

✧ argenti is quick with his response, catching you off-guard. he was just standing out in the public (well more like posing to you and other people as he always looks like he's a model posing for his pictures) when you came running to him with your phone in hand, looking quite excited. which got him excited as well.

✧ but despite the silliness of the question he quickly answers your question with no hesitation. "why, you of course. i would kiss you any day, anytime and anywhere." he spoke with such sincerity and calmness it instantly made you fold. his soft and luminous grey eyes boring into yours.

✧ argenti moves in closer to you where his chest is looming over you. but even if he was taller than you, you were quite used to him doing that so you weren't afraid at all. "why do you ask?" you shake your head and smile up at him, happy with his answer. "nothing special!!"

✧ argenti stays silent for a couple of seconds before cupping your cheeks with his hands, your hands reaching to hold his with yours, the cold, hard metallic texture. you stare up at him, confused, but don't speak. you wait for him to do whatever he needed to do.

✧ before you knew it he had leaned down, his lips barely touching yours, his hooded eyes staring down at your lips. a kiss. his lips were so warm and soft, they did not part whatsoever, it was just soft, slow, gentle and sensual kiss. his lips were softly pressed against yours for a good hot second when he gradually pulled away, the tingling and exciting sensation still lingered on your lips.

✧ when both of your lips parted, it seemed like you two had forgotten that you were out in public, unaware of the many stares that were coming your way (i mean can you blame them? they are witnessing a very gorgeous couple passionately kissing. but not in that way.)

✧ after argenti pulled away and observed your face for any signs of discomfort the corners of his lips began to pull up after seeing you smile shyly. you were so adorable. "and that would be $1010." he whispered, gently pinching your cheeks.

✧ a cheerful and tender grin grows on your face at his words. but before you could utter a word or sound your eyes land upon a rose being held right in front of you by argenti. his signature rose.

✧ "a freshly picked flower for you, my rose." he breathed, his other hand pressed against his chest as he slightly bows. what a gentlemen he is. you smile in embarrassment before gratefully take his flower and slightly bowing before thanking him and smelling the rose. "thank you so much! it's breathtaking...."

✧ "just like you."

真理医生 dr. ratio

✧ "be completely and utterly serious with me with me right now." you added, using big words to really make him think about it. not like he ever does (he's always thinking logically).

✧ ratio sighs, yes, he gave you that sigh. "what? don't give me that sigh. just tell me your answer and then go on with your life again!" you said, doing your sigh this time. ratio is clearly and visibly thinking about his answer.

✧ "wow. are you really thinking about your answer?" you spoke, raising your brow in complete confusion. ratio shoots you a stare and shakes his head. "yes, really, but the answer is simple, you." although his answer was what you wanted to hear you wanted to know why. i mean, he was your boyfriend after all but still.

✧ "i thought you said you would let me go on with my life after answering your non-sensical question." he replied bluntly, cocking his head to the side. you mumbler under your breath as he was right. "yes well just one more thing, please?" and of course, he could never say no to you.

✧ "simply because i love you. i don't need to kiss anybody, especially a random stranger that is quote-on-quote, extremely attractive, for $1000 or more. even if somebody offered me a million i wouldn't take it, simply because they are not you. your kisses are different and have a different feel compared to theirs. and i am 100% positive that their lips are probably not the best unlike yours. not only that but it would be completely unreal for me to meet someone extremely attractive in the world as nobody is. but to me, you are the most wonderful and amazing person i have ever met. and not only that but—"

✧ you roll your eyes playfully before shushing him up with a finger pressed up against his lips. "okay okay i get it smarty pants" you giggled, removing your finger from his lips. ratio only grinned upon your words.

✧ "hm, well that's a good response. you're the best!" you beamed before kissing his temple and pulling away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

✧ as you were about to walk away you stopped in your tracks, causing him to stop what he was doing and looking your way. you turned around, facing him. "did you mean everything you said?" you questioned softly. the corners of ratio's lips curled up. "of course, i promise."

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[ressjeon]

for the drabble event i wanted to ask if you could

jjk

eros + pragma

row 3+seat 1

chips + bottled water + slushie

i’m so excited and i can’t wait to see how you’ll write it,, i’ve never requested something before and youre one of my favorite authors <3

pairing: roommate!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader

summary: the normal way of trapping your adorable roommate in your allure has been leading to nowhere, prompting you to approach him in subtle ways until you become irresistible in his eyes.

genre/au: angst, smut, roommate!au, college!au

warnings/content: explicit sexual content, jealousy, free use?fingering, doggy, backshots, angry sex? humiliation cuz kookie's mean :(

a/n: it's been 3 years since you've requested this anon and for that i apologize. i hope you'll still manage to see/read this now though and thank you for requesting! i'm honoured to be one of your favourite authors <3

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Jungkook’s confused when he gets a whiff of another sweet scent coming from across his room. For about two weeks now, he noticed his roommate lighting up scented candles and placing them around their shared apartment.

Which is pretty random because you never do things like this. 

He’s wondering what brought you to start using scented candles when you didn't have the slightest interest in it before. Jungkook tried giving you one as a welcome gift when you first became roommates but you never even touched it until these days.

“where did you buy this one?”

You're startled with your roommate's question. It’s the first conversation you have with him regarding your current obsession. He's never acknowledged it verbally although you remember him scrunching his nose when you wore your bold perfume once before going on a date.

“i’m not sure to be honest, it’s a gift”

It is; only one of the many that you received from your long string of admirers. They were hoping that you'll see them more often through these gifts after you expressed your “love” of scented candles.

When in fact, it’s for your gorgeous roommate. 

You’re aware of Jungkook’s fondness for smells and after the direct flirting on him didn't work, you resorted to this. Using those boys for your agenda didn't really impose any guilt within you. They're exactly the same type as you but thankfully, they're pussy whipped that it was so easy to weave them into your plans on getting your roommates attention.

After you realize your fondness and interest are turning into serious feelings for Jungkook, you've expressed your feelings to him as clearly as you could. However, you didn't know how to approach him after his subtle rejections on your usual method.

Your feelings for Jungkook genuinely bloomed that you've stopped bringing guys over even when he's not home. It's a basic rule to respect each other's boundaries; the both of you having an agreement where only one can bring someone over when the other is not home.

Sometimes, Jungkook catches the boys coming out from your room, nodding at them in greeting but then ignores you afterwards. You tried whisking it as him being awkward seeing some people knew knows. Many times, you've contemplated on breaching the subject but he's barely home anyway. When he does, you flirt with him to see if he still gets flustered. He does and when he's in a pleasant mood though, he greets you and you relish them because it's rare.

Just like his smiles.

Jungkook wants to ask who gave those gifts but he already knows. He didn’t need to see the fancy paper bags on the counter to guess where those candles came from. It's given by those boys you’ve been seeing lately, if it's from the same person or multiple people, he's not sure and he doesn't want to find out.

What he's sure of is your reputation. He's aware of you because your popularity even reaches to other universities nearby. You've built your reputation since the start of freshman year so he was a bit hesitant in accepting you as a roommate before.

Another thing he's aware of is that you never take boys seriously hence he’s been wary each time you flirt with him. It seems so natural to you while he gets flustered. You find his reactions amusing though, as if you can’t tell that you do have an effect on him more than you think you do.

"you look great today kookie"

"we should do a movie night!"

"jungkook you're so adorable"

All your attempts at luring him went into dust and you can't figure out why. He can tell from your face each time he doesn't respond to you and does feel bad but he had to. Like a typical scenario, Jungkook did develop feelings for you no matter how much he tried avoiding so. He went as far as focusing on things that hurt him to reduce whatever he feels for you but to no avail and it scared him. He didn’t want to be one of those guys that you drop after sleeping with them.

However, he’s been getting better than before, reaching as far as rejecting you directly.

"you really think i'd believe that you out of all people, like me" he points to himself exaggeratedly but that's not what concerns you.

It's his eyes that are full of loathing after hearing your confession. He just arrived from one of his late lectures to find you preparing dinner for the two of you with a big smile on your face. He didn't read too much into it because you could just be hungry. Although, he should've because your full confession was something that he didn't anticipate.

“what do you mean? come on kookie, why don’t you believe me?” your voice came out a bit whiny when you realized that he's dead serious.

"what? you think i'll give in quickly?"

Maybe it's his ego talking but seeing the uncertainty in your face boosts his confidence a bit. Jungkook doubts other guys were able to make you react this way. He's the first and he'll hold out as long as he can. You've been making it pretty difficult lately but he still can't trust you.

"that was never my intention. i genuinely like you, kook"

"no? didn't you wanna sleep with me? be honest" he barks, crossing his muscular arms across his chiseled chest, challenging you to deny it.

"i-i do but—" you admit, shying your eyes away from his intense gaze.

This confrontation was last on your bingo card for this month. You just wanted to try again, confessing your feelings like a normal person even though it's not something that you're used to. But here Jungkook is, breaking your heart into pieces like none of those ever mattered to him.

"let's just get this over with" he suddenly says after a few minutes of silence and you didn't even get to process what he's saying cause he's suddenly on you.

Jungkook closes in as he focuses on your lips. Your lips that he wanted to kiss since that morning he found you adorably tip-toeing in the hallways to not wake him up. He had back to back football practice back then along with deadlines that he was extra tired every night because of the lack of sleep.

You welcomed his lips with fervour, closing your eyes and clutching his wrist when he grabbed your jaw to tilt it, deepening the kiss. Believe it or not, you used to dream of this, going as far as imagining that it's Jungkook when you're kissing other guys.

His kisses are harsh, with lots of teeth clashing and he's biting your lower lip for you to grant him entrance in which you did. Jungkook just wants his mind to shut off, to drown in you for once without second guessing his moves and yours.

For all he knows, you could only be playing with him but Jungkook doesn't care about that now. It's funny because it was you who initially pursued him and this time it's him. Jungkook will be damned if he doesn't make sure that he'll be the best you'd ever had. Never mind that you've fucked many guys before; he doesn't even wanna think if you will still fuck other guys after he's done with you.

You've basically given Jungkook free reign, looking at him with glossy eyes as you kneel by the couch after he releases you. Looking at you now, you look behaved while waiting for him. Jungkook could walk away right now to end this, to get back at you real bad but it's too late.

He's held back for too long and he feels like he's going to explode. All his mind can think of is how he's finally got you where you wanted to be. Letting himself go just for tonight would solve something, he's hoping.

Whatever the consequences are after this.

Jungkook doesn't make a move as he undresses, his piercing gaze eyeing you while you're finishing up discarding your clothes. You gauge what he's thinking, only that his pupils have dilated as he scans your bare body.

"why kookie what's wrong? you don't want me to suck you off? come here" you call him invitingly, batting your lashes at him but unlike other boys, Jungkook remains unaffected.

Or maybe not.

"no, you don't deserve it. why would you be?" he goads you and you're left speechless as you stand back up, climbing on the couch in all fours to entice him. "because i like you?" your voice came out quietly, full of desperation, looking back to hopefully catch his eyes.

Jungkook only scoffs as a response, the heel of his large palm pressing the top of your ass to push your body down until you're fully lying on the couch.

"like me? ah yes. but you like many guys y/n, like them enough to fuck them right?" he replies with a menacing tone and once again, you're left trying to process what he means by his questions but that flutters away when the tips of fingers runs along your drenching slit.

He's teasing you of course, he already said you didn't deserve to suck his cock earlier so maybe he'll only give you his fingers. It doesn't matter; it's the furthest you've ever had with Jungkook intimately so you'll just accept whatever he gives you.

Jungkook's waiting until he hears any complaint from you but it's been more than a minute and you've remained except for the heavy breaths you let out the longer he keeps his ministrations on you. He enters one finger to test your tight walls but also to see what you're playing at.

Another finger after a while and you're getting impatient no matter how much you coach yourself that Jungkook's just taking his time with you. When he pushes in the third one, that's when your body jerks, pushing back against his hand.

"there you go. thought i'd have to wait longer" he snickers, increasing the speed of his fingers. "kook—" you whine, unable to hold back your moans anymore.

Then Jungkook stops you by removing his fingers all together.

"up" he instructs and despite your frustrations, you did raise your body, going back on your knees. You didn't want to turn back now just in case you annoy him, wiggling your ass to give him a sign that you're more than ready for his cock.

Jungkook planned to fuck you in the previous position but it's too intimate. Even when he can't see your face, you'd still be so close to his body and it'll crack his barriers. He'd love to fuck you while seeing your face but that would allow you to see how vulnerable he is around you.

"jungkook..please move" you immediately cry out once he pushed in because he stayed still. You're tempted to grind back, your sensitive walls have been clamping around his dick, adjusting to his size that made him grip on your hips tightly.

"who says you can demand anything from me? you're lucky i'm giving you what you want." he spits but he begins moving his hips, ruthless unlike you've imagined before.

Jungkook's wrong. Everything is the opposite of what you wanted. He's barely even touching you, hands never moving from your waist just to hold you steady. Your brain's clouded with the pleasure that he's giving so you focus on that instead; relishing the tightness of his hold depending on his mood.

"kookie—fuck" you scream out when he finally angles his hip, hitting that soft spot inside you that you couldn't help but reach back to grasp his hand. He swats it away and you whine out, he's clearly displeased but maybe this is a way for him to believe you.

Jungkook doesn't want any ounce of affection from you. He's supposed to be mad, well he is, fully enraged with his insecurity that he's never been good enough for you. Plus, he'd be lying to himself that he was never jealous with all those guys you brought over. It's the reason he never stays home long, to avoid seeing them with you but he still did.

He's liked you for months already, showing his affections by cooking you breakfast and doing most of the chores when you're out with your friends or at parties. He never complained even when you started flirting with him, dodging you as much as he could because you're doing it to toy with him.

"just take it will you? acting like you've never had cocks in you before..." he drawls as he speeds up, leaving you mewling with tears welling in your eyes at the wave of humiliation that crashes on you.

You're back to gripping the leather couch when his fingertips brushes your swollen clit, flicking the bud after and you almost came.

But you didn't. Jungkook made sure of that.

All night he repeats teasing and fucking you endlessly until your body convulses, only stopping and doing it again. For a moment, you almost forgot who you're fucking with the amount of stamina that he has. Although you did fuck many athletes before, Jungkook still surprised you with his self control.

"no more.." your voice is hoarse with all the nonstop screaming and thankfully Jungkook stops his ministrations. "n-no, no i wanna cum, please kookie~"

"mhmm..shit..okay"

He's not faring well either but you could barely tell when all you can hear are his deep guttural moans and the skin slapping echoing around. You're both very sweaty but Jungkook's large hands miraculously maintained their grip on your body. Eventually, you both reach your climaxes, having Jungkook pull out and finish on your back to your dismay.

"wanted..inside.." you mumble, nuzzling the couch's arm. You only hear a tsk from him before you feel a piece of clothing rubbing along your sweaty skin. You've closed your eyes at the comfort but tried opening them when he turned your body around.

Then the combination of the mind blowing orgasm and exhaustion knocked you off to sleep. 

You've woken up sore everywhere but it doesn't compare to the ache in your heart when you couldn't see Jungkook anywhere in the living room. You don't even wanna try to get up or call his name in case he's inside his bedroom. He's not but you'd like to hope because of last night.

He took care of you, providing you with your own blanket and pillows after cleaning you up. Thankfully, you had no early lectures today; you were pretty much spent so the energy for attending classes is at total zero.

Not going is a more tempting option for you though, the chance to see Jungkook is high with how involved he is on campus. He's quite popular as well but not on the same type as you which was how he possibly found out this much about your history. You've met other girls who've hooked up with him before, telling you how he's actually more on the subby side which further increases your interest on your roommate.

You blink, realizing you're smiling at the memory.

Reminiscing those memories before you fucked him won't help you at this point. Jungkook for sure hates you now because you proved him right, using your tactics on him so he'll sleep with you. Both you and him did make the decision yes but he probably agreed in order to stop you from pestering him further.

The wise move for you is to forget this ever happened and move out but you won't. You'll prove to Jungkook how serious you are on him no matter how long that may take. You can still fix this you believe; you're never gonna give up on him unless you hear that direct rejection from his pretty lips.

e/n: i haven't really written the loml for almost 2 years now so if it sounds or feels different then that's why 😂 i've been missing him a lot tho so here we are :D

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 4 - Courting (Part 1)

Autumn Embers Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Alcohol Consumption, discussion of infertility, omegaverse relationship dynamics

Note: I've added this story to AO3, but at this time I'm still formatting the series.

Before you can even enter the restaurant, Sergeant MacTavish is there to open the door for you.

“Evenin’,” he says with a wink. “Ye look nice.”

“Thank you. So do you,” you answer. And he does. You only have a moment to admire the fit of his collared shirt and dark denim before he’s gesturing you in ahead of him. A hostess, a beta, greets you with a meek glance at the alpha behind your left shoulder, before leading you through the front room and out onto the patio. Garden might be a better description, with greenery separating large tables from one another, muffling sound and scent. At least, you assume it will later. The only occupied table is the round one off to one side, which the hostess gestures you to with a practiced smile.

As you walk up, Captain John Price stands to greet you. His face is gentler than you remember. The sleeves of his heather green henley are pushed up to expose strong forearms as he approaches. He surprises you by offering his wrist before you can offer yours, then tosses propriety out the window by kissing the joint of your thumb. Before you can do more than draw a quick breath, he's leading you to the seat Sergeant Garrick has pulled out for you, apparently to the left of the Lieutenant, between him and the Captain himself. Sergeant MacTavish takes his seat to the Captain’s other side, leaving Sergeant Garrick between him and Lieutenant Riley.

"You are absolutely stunning," the Captain says, settling into his seat. "Been a trial keeping my distance, keeping the boys in line. Been a long time since we've seen a civilian dress a man down as thoroughly as you did."

It’s hard to resist the urge to fidget. Chrissy and Jack had spent hours with you, deciding on this outfit. The red-orange jumpsuit is a bit daring - a beautiful color that compliments your skin tone but bold, a bit too alpha for some tastes. Combined with the heels that have you at a height with Sergeat MacTavish, you’re breaking the first two rules of dating as an omega. You aren’t sure your delicate earrings and bangles do much to counter the effect, but it seems the alphas of the 141 don’t mind.

You are a little distracted from examining the others by the realization that the Captain smells warm, like whiskey and vanilla. Your mind flashes back to the cake in a way that makes your stomach swoop. So it's a little startling when one of the wait staff places a menu in front of you, along with a glass of water and a cocktail.

"Whiskey Sour," Sergeant John MacTavish burrs, "drink of choice, aye?"

That makes you pause. "What makes you say that?"

"'s what ye were drinkin' at the pub," he answers. His eyes are so blue, it's dazzling. "Could smell it. Orange 'n bitters, whiskey and smoke. 'ad ye on the back of my tongue all night."

"Soap," the Captain says, no inflection. "Let her look at the menu."

"Aye," he says, settling back in his chair with a wink to you. Sergeant Kyle Garrick calls your attention.

"We tried to pick a nice variety for lunch yesterday. Did you like it?"

Johnny's words make you very aware of your own scent receptors at the back of your throat, which in turn reminds you of the cake, again. Yesterday, you would have blushed and looked away, but Chrissy's reminder rings in your head. "They're an all alpha pack, you can't back down."

You hold Sergeant MacTavish's eyes for a long moment before turning to the other sergeant. He looks cozy and inviting in his knit vest and gray shirt. "Lunch was delightful, thank you. Still at my place of work, but I appreciate the thoughtfulness. I really appreciated the coffee."

His eyes sparkle as he smiles. "I can't promise not to do something dumb in the future, but we'll always apologize."

You arch an eyebrow. "We?"

You had assumed the Captain or Lieutenant would be the one in charge, but Sergeant Garrick is speaking for all of them. His open body language makes you take in the rest of the table out of habit. But no, everyone is relaxed, breathing easy. And they're all checking in with the Captain, subtle glances and flashes of bare wrist in his direction. And he had said he was keeping them in line. So the Captain does lead, but he's not in competition with the others.

It's confirmed for you when the Captain picks up his own drink and answers. "We. Any of us offend, we're all responsible."

"I suppose I should expect an apology for the bar, then?"

It's Lieutenant Riley who answers. His outfit, when you look at him, is dark, understated - a black cardigan over a dark, soft looking shirt. "No' liars." When you give him an inquisitive look over the rim of your glass, he continues. "Ain’t sorry for that. We'll only apologize when we mean to."

You decide to take it as a challenge. "And if I want one?"

"Good luck getting Johnny to regret it," the Lieutenant snorts. "But you're no' as delicate as all that." ‘

You narrow your eyes. "I could be."

"You're not. 'ard eye contact like this?" He must smile under his surgical mask, eyes wrinkling at the corners. "Maybe a bit soft, when you want t' be. Beautiful. Sweet, if we behave ourselves. But not delicate."

"Simon," the Captain intones, amusement in his voice. "Didn't I just say to let her look at the menu?"

"I'll get to it, Captain," you answer, holding the Lieutenant's stare. You feel a little flush, to hear him call you beautiful and soft and sweet after yesterday, but you're not going to roll for him.

"No need for rank. Just John's fine," the Captain answers. "We're at your leisure."

The Lieutenant's - Simon's - eyes don't leave yours. His chin tips up as yours tucks a little bit toward your chest. He'd probably done the same yesterday to Brandon, an easy acknowledgment that he's not threatened. But unlike yesterday, he's so relaxed that the gesture is welcoming instead of insulting. He won't guard his throat, not because you're not a threat but because you're welcome to his neck.

He breaks eye contact first, looking past you to Sergeant... to Johnny. The collar of his shirt is just low enough for you to see his collarbones, and you can't help a quick glance. The edge of a scar teases you, but you're not going to be so rude as to stare. So you look at his face and watch him deliberately not watch you.

He's so easily given you the win that you feel a bit wrong-footed. You eyes flick to John, then Johnny (Soap?), and finally Kyle. Each of them tilts their right wrist your way, no fuss at all.

A moment later, the scent of a nervous omega drifts over to you. When you look up, a server is fidgeting next to a hedge behind Kyle’s shoulder. He can’t be older than twenty and he’s eyeing Johnny like he’s a wild dog. The alpha isn’t actually doing anything, but he does smell distinctly interested, warm and a little spicy, even across the table.

You meet the boy’s eyes and gesture him over. He hesitates, just a moment, before skirting wide around the next table and avoiding standing behind Simon entirely.

He leans in and lowers his voice, “Can I get you another drink, ma’am? Is this one a bit warm?”

The question surprises you, but it shouldn’t. These are military alphas. A fight between all of them could be dangerous for you. And even if they’re in sync, you’re still a lone omega. If you were close to your heat, it would be easy for them to trigger it. It’s only natural for another omega to check in. You’ll have to leave a note and a bit of an extra tip, for their troubles.

You catch the Lieutenant out of the corner of your eye, shifting his weight away from the two of you. He’s got excellent control of his scent, so you can’t tell if he understands what’s been asked, if he’s offended by the implications. But he doesn’t say anything, and neither do any of the others.

“The drink is perfect, actually,” you assure him. “I was wondering if you had a recommendation. Everything looks good.”

He looks a bit torn, but eventually asks. “Something a bit light?”

“No,” you chuckle. “I’m not worrying about anything like that tonight.”

“Okay,” he says, and he smells skeptical, but less imminently anxious. “Well, we have a few sandwiches. But the salmon en croute is also very good?”

“That does sound good. Can you give us a moment to look at the menu?” You let a little bit of a churr creep into your voice, hope the alphas around you won’t read too much into it. “Can we also get some bread for the table? No rush, you’re looking a little warm, yourself.”

The boy’s scent goes a bit hot and embarrassed, but he doesn’t question you. He looks up at the captain for a brief moment before scurrying off. When you face the rest of the table again, Kyle’s eyebrows are up.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothing,” you say with a little smile. “Just a bit peckish.”

“You gave him an out,” John corrects. “He was nervous about being around so many alphas at once.”

You shrug one shoulder with a little quirk of the lips. If that’s what he wants to believe, you won’t correct him. On your other side, Simon rumbles some disagreement, but doesn’t say anything else.

John examines your face for a long moment. It takes you a little bit by surprise when he says, "You've a lot of little tests for us."

You decide to be honest. "I've found inviting alphas to show me what kind of alphas they are and what kind of omega they expect to be an easy way of figuring out if we're compatible."

Kyle makes an amused sound. "How do we measure?"

"Haven't run yet," you allow.

"See," Simon says, eyes on his own menu. "Not delicate."

You huff a little laugh before turning your own eyes down. You do love salmon…

Before you know it, the server returns with a basket of torn bread and another server, a beta, in tow. You do end up ordering the salmon, and you take note when the others order similarly heavy dishes. They each check with you for a preference. The cut and temperature of a steak, potatoes or mixed vegetables for the table. What kind of cheese on a burger. You draw the line at picking a bottle of wine. “I have a drink,” you point out, lifting the glass in a half toast.

“The champaign rosé” John decides, with a nod to the second waiter. Both servers look to you. You shrug back at them and sip your whiskey.

Your original waiter shuffles inside, leaving the beta to hover just out of sight.

“So!” Johnny grins at you and leans back in his seat, rolling his shoulders. “What’s an omega such as yerself looking for in a pack?”

Kyle groans and puts his face in one hand. “Jesus, Soap.”

“I have my pack,” you answer, leaning back in your own seat to throw your own gauntlet. “Family I’ve chosen amongst my friends. And I’ve never found them lacking enough to seek anything more formal.”

“Oh, aye? They the ones who’ve helped you get all prettied up, this evenin’? C’n smell the wee blonde one on ye.”

Before the Captain can growl a correction, you point your glass at him. “Are you this rude on purpose, or is it just a natural talent?”

“Six ‘f one, half dozen the other,” the man answers easily, chin tipped up. “Wantae see that hint of fang you flashed fer us. That real, or just a bit of show for the base?”

“That wasn’t for you,” you scoff.

“For Laswell then?”

You cock an eyebrow. “Is she interested?”

“Oh aye, she loves a curvy thing with a bit o’ sharp edge.”

“Johnny,” Simon rumbles. “Enough.”

“Nae,” the Sergeant drawls. “She’s ‘ere, with us. If she wants something like that twat Brandon c’n offer, she’d have ‘im wrapped around those delicate fingers. She likes an alpha with a little bite.”

“Presumptuous,” you sniff.

“Yer the one drinkin’ the whiskey.” Johnny’s grin flashes his canines.

Fuck, you think, narrowing your eyes at him over the rim of the glass. You thought you’d only had a few sips, but now that he’s called attention to it, you feel just a bit warm. You lean forward to pluck a piece of bread from the basket, turning your attention to Kyle instead.

“And what about you? Do you think my temper’s just for show?” You ignore Johnny’s pleased rumble as you take another sip of your drink. It’s… significantly emptier than you realized.

“Oh, I don’t know about show.”

Kyle’s smile is sly, chin tilting down as he leans forward. Your own chin comes down, lips tight and ready to flash fang when his hand comes toward you. But he’s just reaching across Simon for the bread basket. You realize a split second too late that you’ve fallen for his little trick, answering your own question.

Before you can recover, Kyle turns his eyes to the Captain. “Tav’s right, though, sir. She’d not be here if she minded us being a bit forward.”

“I think you’ll find I do mind,” you protest.

He tears a piece of bread off as he looks back at you, his own brow arching. “How was the cake, then?”

A flash of heat twists through your belly and up your spine. You can’t help but bark a little laugh. “You’re just as bad as Johnny!”

“No one’s as bad as Soap,” John grumbles, taking some bread and passing the basket away from you. He tears off a piece and dips it into the plate of oil and spices before offering it to you.

Gods above, they really don’t do anything by halves. You consider directing him to place it on the bread plate. The whiskey tells you to lean in and eat straight from his hand. You split the difference by plucking the morsel from his fingers and popping it in your mouth.

You hold John’s gaze as you wash it down with the last of the whiskey. “And what is your pack looking for in an omega?”

“Not easily offended, apparently,” he says with a chuckle. “But if you’re insisting on honesty…”

“I am.”

“Well, then, we weren’t looking for an omega,” he says, easily. “The task force demands a lot. Not much time for dating.”

That’s not a surprise. A lot of military alphas stay in one place the majority of the time, but you know the 141 is deployed all over the world on short notice.

The belief that omegas need more stability than other designations is pseudo-scientific bullshit. Those popular myths were debunked in the ‘50s, after the wars shook up so many communities and packs. But the instability of military service still makes developing a pack difficult.

Your quasi-pack with Mel, Jack, and Chrissy is not particularly sensitive to disruption. None of you are strangers to late nights and unexpected interruptions to your schedules. Chrissy in particular can sometimes take off for a couple of weeks at a time, on a tour. Mel travels for rugby games, with Jack trailing along behind. But you aren’t relying on each other to pay bills or plan a family together. And none of you are going across the world to get shot at.

You arch an eyebrow. “So what does that mean for this potential courtship?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” John says easily. “Obviously, we can’t offer something strictly traditional. We’re quite happy to know you’ve got your Quasi. But we’re also a bit…”

“Possessive,” Simon supplies on your other side.

“Protective,” Kyle protests. “We’re not gonna keep you from your friends. But if you want a family-”

Dammit. You’d hoped to at least have your food in front of you before broaching this topic. “I can’t have kids.”

John doesn’t miss a beat. “Can’t and want to, or can’t and wouldn’t?” He smooths the potential edges of the question by offering another piece of bread, soft, with just a bit of crust. When you reach to take it from his hand, he doesn’t let go, just lets you guide him until the bread is at your mouth.

He lets go just before you part your lips, his wrist brushing yours. It’s dizzying, reminds you that while Johnny is the most overt, John is the one they all follow. You’d bet money that he’s the one behind the cake, ultimately.

You almost forget the question. “Um. Oh. I, um, I don’t really want children of my own. I’m not opposed to them, on principle. Jack and Mel are considering. Chrissy’s not a fan of babies, but I’d be happy nursing-”

Simon purrs so hard behind you it makes you jump, and you realize that drinking on an empty stomach has completely suppressed your filter. When you turn, the lieutenants pupils are blown, but his scent is very deliberately neutral.

And that’s when your other server arrives with the appetizers.

Kyle’s demeanor changes. You hadn’t realized the weight of his attention until he turned a bright smile on the other omega. Johnny makes a comment about how he’s “starving, really, Kyle’s been hogging the bread.” They volley back and forth so quickly and easily that both servers are gone before you realize that everyone’s scents are locked down, not just Simon’s.

And you knew, you knew that they were special forces, but you’re not used to watching others consciously make themselves less obvious, less threatening. You can smell them, but they smell so neutral that if you couldn’t see them, you’d severely underestimate the threat that they pose. It makes you eye your whiskey glass, too late, with a newfound wariness.

You get distracted when you look at Simon, your first unobstructed view of his face as he chooses a piece of bread for himself. He lets you look, lets you take in the scars on left side of his mouth that are too clean to be anything but intentional. The notch in his upper lip means you can see his canine and one perimolar. He doesn’t stop eating when he notices you observing him, and you find yourself a bit charmed by how tidy he is.

“Gaz had a a whole plan for what to talk aboot,” Johnny says, startling you into looking back across the table at him. He pops a stuffed cherry tomato in his mouth as he says, “Ah threw everyone off.”

“On purpose,” Kyle mutters.

“A little,” Johnny admits with a shrug and a wink. “Never been great at small talk.”

“Thinks ‘e knows better,” Simon rumbles. “Sees the objective and ‘as to take the most direct route.”

“Objective is the wrong word,” Kyle is quick to jump in. “We’re used to looking at the world thought that lens-“

“We just like ye, is all,” Johnny jumps in to assure you.

They’re nervous, you realize. You’re nervous, all of your carefully planned talking points thrown to the wind. It’s time for a tried-and-true conversation saver. Hopefully these alphas like sports.

“Who do you think is making it to the cup this year?”

Kyle jumps on the subject change, obviously - and charmingly - relieved. “Well obviously, it’s going to be Man United and The Blues going head to head in the finals.”

“Manchester City and Arsenal.” Johnny scoffs.

“Don’t start that shite,” Simon grumbles.

The sports talk gets you through the appetizers. You have only the barest knowledge of sports from your time in school and Mel’s rugby league, but you’re very practiced in making vaguely skeptical noises at key moments to keep the conversation going. Johnny and Kyle are much more careful than your alpha coworkers not to imply that you don’t know what you’re talking about. Simon gets a bit smug when you scrunch your nose at one of Kyle’s points. John gives you an amused look, once he figures out what you’re doing, but doesn’t say anything.

The food helps you to feel a bit more in control of yourself, so while three of the alphas argue, you try to organize your thoughts. You’d attended this dinner with the expectation that you would be hearing out a list of demands and expectations. Alphas dictate, omegas yield.

But now they’ve left so much up to you. You’d expected them to balk, to demand answers about an omega claiming to be barren. Instead, John had offered a thoughtful question about your desires. Simon’s enthusiastic show of approval had reminded you that a lot of military As aren’t involved in family planning discussions. That something as mundane as nursing might be exciting, not a matter of course, a concession to your expected role as nest-stay.

It’s refreshing, and it throws you off. Other alphas might expect you to quit your job if the courtship is favorable. Would the 141? The four of them together certainly make more than enough money to support an omega between them. Would you be expected to move in with Price? With all of them?

By the time the main course comes out, you’re flustered all over again with unanswered questions. You’re kind of grateful when the glass of rosé is poured for you, but you do make sure to ask for more water for the table.

In a move you probably could have predicted, John prevents you from serving yourself. He and Simon take turns choosing and presenting the best bits of the sides you ordered for the table. You humor them, analyzing the veggies for blemishes, and, seeing none, allow them to be put on your plate.

What you don’t expect is to be offered all of their entrees for similar inspection. When you give them your baffled approval, they all give little purrs. For all that Lieutenant Riley promised that this evening wouldn’t be formal, they’re treating you like a distingué, like your position is guaranteed and respected above even the Captain.

It’s a pleasant surprise. As you take a bite of your salmon, you feel optimistic for the rest of the evening.

[haruniki]

Is it getting hot in here?

Caught Kissing/Making Out- HSR Part 1/?

Characters: Stelle, March 7th, Himeko (Astral Express crew)

a/n: hiiii did you guys miss mee? sorry for not being active work and school have been crazyyy and I just haven't felt like writing for a while. Also thinking about limiting what I write like fandom wise. I hope you enjoy this tho to make up for my inactivity <3

CW: Suggestive content?, kissing, mostly fem aligned, established relationship in March 7th's, inaccuracies of ability, Himeko's isn't necessarily caught but 🤷

Stelle

To say it was hot would be an understatement. The express's A/C had completely broke and had to be fixed.

Everyone was bored and agitated due to the heat. Choosing to stay in their rooms to prevent any unwanted arguments. You and Stelle shared a room due to limitations of rooms on the express.

Alright, you'll choose dare this once. Little did you know that Stelle's dare would lead you both to being on the floor tongues intertwined as your hands wandered around each other's bodies.

As you and Stelle talked, you begin to play truth or dare. Stelle having a competitive streak going and only choosing dare while teasing you about choosing truth.

"Come on, just choose dare. You have to be out of truths by now."

Stelle certainly had a way to cure boredom and it's not like you had much complaint, well minus the temperatures seeming to rise as you both make out.

As Stelle pulls away, she helps take off your shirt as you peel off her jacket. She catches your lips as you get close to help take her arm out a sleeve.

As you pull away Stelle moves forward with slight whine, before pulling off her shirt.

And as you both go back to kissing, the door to the room opens and Welt enters to inform you two that the A/C will be working soon. But as he sees the scene before him he fades into dust he leaves the room and sends a text to Stelle.

Welt: Apologies, I had knocked but received no answer. Please use a lock next time as well as listen for knocks on the door.

Stelle: [she sent the flustered/embarrassed pom pom sticker]

Stelle throws her phone aside before looking at you. It seems that the minor interaction doesn't bother her so much. She's rearing to continue, perhaps the express should invest in a code of sorts to let each other know they're busy.

March 7th

March looked back in forth from the doorway making sure no one was coming down the hallway any time soon, and as she sees no one she quickly closes the door to the Maintenace room.

Before turning to you and pulling you to her, lips connecting as she rests against a metal box like contraption.

Now, why meet in a Maintenace room? Why not meet in March's room or even yours? March didn't like how close hers was to everyone else's and yours was much to close Stelle's, plus being somewhere they probably shouldn't be pretty exciting for March.

March wraps her arm around your neck pulling you closer, her over hand leading one your own to her thigh. Only pulling away to hop up on to the metal box and pulling your closer.

The kissing is messy and very teeth clashy but March didn't really mind and so long as you didn't either, then she was fine. It had been a while since you two last saw each other and with her last outing with the trailblazer it seemed like their situation were getting deadlier and deadlier.

As March deepened the kiss, it felt like it was starting... to get colder? Usually when you both were like this it got hotter, so why was it suddenly so cold?

As March panics, the door opens. Pom-Pom and Dan Heng enter. The two surprised to see you both here. As Pom-Pom states how happy they are that you both arrived first and were assessing the situation, unknowing that you both were the cause of the minor damage. Dan Heng looked at you both with a disappointing shake in his head.

Breaking the kiss, you both notice a huge chunk of ice on the metal box. March accidental froze it and as you stifle a giggle, March looks absolutely horrified.

"OMG WHAT DO I DO Y/N!? STOP LAUGHING!"

As Pom-Pom investigates and begins trying get rid of the icy block, Dan Heng pulls you both outside the Maintenace room to scold you both for your antics.

Himeko

Himeko's lips trailed down your neck, she was more or less teasing you. The book you bought her in Luofu laying open. You had only bought it for her because of a few coffee recipes it had, you didn't quite expect her to give anything in return.

Himeko's lip makes their way to yours. Soft yet firm, much like her demeanor. Her hands trail between your hips and upper torso, almost like she's scared to touch you.

As you kiss her back, you lightly touch her face. Deepening the kiss, you tongues intertwine. The taste of coffee fills your senses, she must have had a cup not too long ago.

With Himeko on top of you, your own hands wander around her body. Your hands going her hip dips once or twice, she smiles into the kiss as she feels you do that.

Himeko pulls away and sits up to pull her hair back more before going back in for another kiss, panting from the lack of air. As it gets hotter and hotter.. and hotter?

Pom-Pom interrupts as they walk in, looking at Himeko and you in a compromising situation.

Normally the express has such great A/C, why's it so hot in this room? Almost like space has completely absorbed all the coolness.

"MISS HIMEKO! The A/C is broken! March was first there to help fix it but I can't seem to find her anymore.."

Pom-Pom tells Miss Himeko how nice she is for helping out her fellow express members before informing her that they need help melting the icy block that prevents the A/C from working.

A look of panic washing over Himeko trying to find words to exlpain the situation and before she's able to Pom-Pom begins to worry.

"Oh no! Did Y/n get hurt? Did they pass out from the heat? I was worried that it would get that hot. Luckily, you were here to help them out, Miss Himeko!"

Maybe you bring her some coffee recipes more often.

As Himeko leaves, leaving you in the room alone, a noise pings to your phone.

Himeko: Meet me in my room later? We haven't finish our.. coffee discussion. Make sure to bring the book with you ;)

[oldwritingm]

Ninjas x reader?

So basically readers dad/mom/wtv is a ex military Sargent who's very overprotective and intimidating. And the ninjas are meeting them for the first time how would they react?

Ooh, I actually like that idea,,, "ex-military parent" is a trope that needs to be used more often tbh

Ninjago - Ninjas When Your Parent is Ex-Military

Cole

He'd be super nervous, but he'd totally ace the first impression

And literally every impression after that

I feel like Cole is just the kind of guy your parents would always love, whether they're strict or laid back, grumpy or cheery—they are going to love him

Maybe it's because he always shows respect

And it's no exception with your parent; if anything, he's extra respectful

Definitely calls them "sir" or "ma'am"

(Honestly he probably does this anyway at first, but he'll do it more consistently with your parent)

Whenever they get all protective over you, he somehow manages to quell their worries without stepping on their toes

Like, if your parent says:

"You know, when we're in public Y/n never leaves my sight."

He'll smile and say:

"That's what I try to do, too. I like to know they're safe."

This technique never fails to satisfy and impress your parent

He seems pretty calm and pleasant when around your parent, and while this is forced at first, it becomes more natural over time

Mostly because your parent starts to relax around him too, easing up on the intimidating glares and snide comments intended as "tests"

Soon enough your parent is actually asking you when you're bringing him home next!

"When are you bringing that Cole boy around again? He's a good kid."

Jay

He is absolutely TERRIFIED to meet your parent when he finds out they're ex-military

He keeps putting off the meeting; little does he know this is making your parent suspicious of him already

You literally have to beg him to meet them, if not for your sake, then for his own

Because you know that the longer he keeps making excuses, the more your parent is going to be biased against him

So when he finally agrees, it's a big relief for you

Not so much for him; he spends every second leading up to the meeting stressing out

What's he gonna wear? What's he gonna say? How should he stand? What if he gets fidgety?

Then it happens: he meets your parent

And he fumbles so hard D:

His bumbling nervousness (which is NOT helped by your parent's intentionally intimidating demeanor) makes him come off as a wuss, which your parent doesn't like

They think Jay can't protect you, which is, like, their #1 requirement for any partner you have

So they totally disapprove of him

That is, until they see him on the news

He somehow failed to mention on your first meeting that he was a ninja; a ninja with powers, no less

So your parent sees him on the news one night, and immediately calls you over

"Is that your boyfriend on the news? Oh my! Did you just see that?? Good gravy!"

"Does this mean you don't hate him now?"

"Hate him? How could I? This kid could take me in a fight! Hell, bring him around again; I've gotta apologize before he comes after me, hah!"

Kai

From what you said about Kai to your parent before they met him, they assumed he was sort of a bad boy

Which they didn't like. At all.

So when they ask you to bring him home, it's almost like a challenge

And that's certainly how Kai sees it; a challenge to prove his worth

So he trains for it

He works out extra hard, practices his smile in the mirror, tests different greetings

It's silly, but you know that he's probably going to need the practice, what with your parent... being like they are

The practice gives him an air of confidence that actually ends up putting your parent off

Everything else was fine; the handshake, calling them "sir/ma'am," asking polite questions...

It was just that smirk, that total lack of nervousness that put a (deeper than usual) scowl on your parent's face

It wasn't that Kai wasn't nervous; he was just hiding it to seem tough

Eventually he starts to break, and his anxiety finally shines through

Your parent realizes that everything he's been doing has been for them, and he wasn't really like that all the time

And then they're just a little impressed; not much, but just enough so that they don't totally hate him

It'll take time for them to warm up to him, and honestly it'll probably take a bit for Kai to warm up to them, too

Your parent will sort of see themselves in Kai: a fiery young person eager for a fight

And from there they'll be besties tbh; they can relate to each other, and they enjoy testing each other's fierceness

Zane

I don't actually think that Zane will be nervous about your parent being ex-military

If he's feeling any anxiety, it's about meeting your parent in general

He doesn't know why them being ex-military would change things; veteran or not, he needs them to like him

But it does give him a hint on how to please them

He spends a lot of time researching the military, trying to come up with topics to discuss

He's also just trying to understand them better

So when you finally meet, he's almost too perfect in the way he conducts himself

He's quite naturally respectful and pleasant, but it's his knowledge about the military that really gets your parent

The questions he asks are so specific that each one makes your parent's brows jump up for half a second in surprise

They're more than happy to answer the question, of course; they're just impressed that he knew to ask

And when he leaves your parent is actually the one asking if he'd like to come over again

Tbh they just want to answer more of his questions

Needless to say, they end up liking him a lot; not as your boyfriend, but as a "nice young man"

It's only after the first meeting that they let the idea that this "nice young man" is your boyfriend set in

The change is visible on their face; they just blink with owlish eyes for a second before clapping you on the shoulder with a grin

"You picked a good one, Y/n! He sure knows his stuff!"

And the more he comes around, the more little details your parent learns to like, from his mannerisms to his personality

They don't even care that he's a robot

He's as human to them as anyone :)

Lloyd

He's pretty scared to meet your parent

His experience with parents was definitely... different

He has no idea what to expect when you tell him that your parent is strict/protective

His parents were about as present in his life as strawberries in an apple pie, so he doesn't really have a sense of what real parenting is like

So just add that to the fact that your parent is like the final boss of seeking parent approval

No matter how much you tell him to just be himself, he's convinced that he needs to act a specific way

He has no idea what that "way" is, but he's certain it exists

Unfortunately he doesn't figure it out by the time he's on your porch knocking on the door

So he's forced to follow your advice

His pleasant, agreeable nature does little to impress your parent

It's not that they don't like him, they just think he's a little... plain

But then they see how he treats you

Lloyd didn't know if showing affection for you was against this obscure idea of "ways to act around parents," but he did it anyway

He was as respectful ever in showing his admiration for you

He called you beautiful and kissed your hand, pulled your chair out for you at the dinner table and everything

He was a total gentleman, as always

This is what got your parent to like him

He wasn't just this plain blonde boy who "fooled" you into dating him; suddenly he was a dazzling gentleman with impeccable manners

This impression might've been a bit exaggerated

I mean, Lloyd is just naturally nice like that; he's not trying to be this "perfect" character

But ultimately that's how your parent sees him, which is better than a bad impression (I guess?)

Nya

She's not scared of your parent

No matter how much they might try to intimidate her, she's unflinching in her demeanor around them

Much like Zane, any anxiety she's feeling is because they're your parent, not because they're ex-military

But I don't think she has any reason to worry

She has a strong personality, with brains, brawn, and that fearless air about her

Your parent is impressed at the way she doesn't even seem to notice their glares

She just keeps smiling her little smile, asking another question to get to know your parent or answering their questions

At first your parent is a little irked by the way they can't seem to get to her, but the more she talks the more they realize that there's a reason behind this

She's a genuine toughie; she's seen enough that she's not scared of much anymore

And that's when your parent decides that they like her

I guess they sort of see themself in her

But they also like the fact that, because she's tough like that, she can protect you

And, just as importantly, she can protect herself

To your parent that means that not only is she going to take care of you, but she's going to take care of herself so that she can always be there for you

So they sort of drop the intimidation tactics

Not all the way, just because that's how they are when it comes to you

Just enough to show Nya that they're warming up to her

And she's totally ecstatic about that!

She knows family is important to you, so to be accepted by your parent is fantastic :D

Thank you for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[blorbologist]

S3 eps 7-9 thoughts below the cut

This is all fresh after the episode and I gotta be up in a couple hours so it won't be fully thought out but...

I love a lot of the creative choices being made! But I think many weren't implemented well, or balanced nicely.

Just! as someone who has deconstructed Campaign 1 and made deviations to the timeline of events and etc (mind you, without the same goal of condensing things for television… but somehow the show has an equivalent perc'ahlia focus to a ship-centered fic?) I think… I can see several avenues of narrative choices that would strengthen the ideas they're going with instead of weakening them.

(My credentials here are 'almost 300k canon divergent AU that converged on a handful of similar plot points to TLOVM', but also the aims of an AU fanfic =/= that of a show. I understand and respect that challenge the team faced. But when a single amateur can point out issues that would be pretty easy to solve and detract from a very enjoyable experience... there might be a Problem)

Ripley doesn't need a sob story, she's getting a book anyways leave it there. Fully agree with @/aq2003. The whole point is that she's monstrous and evil and got her PhD out of a fucking cereal box. Percy is less like her than he thinks. But he dies and she just??? escapes??? IF Percy had to die without VM being present, having Ripley either die of her wounds right after or be unable to flee and get torn to shreds by them would have been excellent.

On that note - only Vex and Cass seem to show strong emotion about his death. Keyleth's supposed to be his best friend, and he and Grog were close this season, but. Well, not like we have any platonic relationships. Everyone's just Kinda Sad.

MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE OF THE MUSIC OVER PERCY'S DEATH HUH. Flashbacks to watching Vampire Diaries as a teenager and pop songs coming on over the end-of-episode drama.

Again just. All the platonic, non-familial (Pike n Grog count. to me. buddies <3) relationships are so scant, which is especially hard on characters who lean on that so hard! Grog and Keyleth especially are hurt by this. Does Keyleth have a single conversation (not quip, conversation) that isn't with Vax? And in group contexts she only loudly brings up her distrust of Raishan without any of the solid backbone it has in fact. (Also her going from Raishan was right last time we should trust her now / She betrayed us! Knew it! / oh maybe she didn't and I should apologize. girl. come on. please)

I have Concerns about 'late Game of Thrones teleportation' syndrome happening here. Scanlan goes from Wildemount back to Whitestone (which are completely different continents) with no explanation. Kash and Zahra make it to Emon (again, different continent to Issylra) just in the nick of time. Which, sure, would take a couple of days to carve Percy a nice likeness (but you have a druid who can manipulate stone right there), and if Kash and Zahra changed their minds and set out as soon as Vax talked to them they might make it! But uh. There's a lot of transport that's omitted, while the scenes give the impression everything is happening within a short period of time. And a lot of these conversations are one-on-ones with the relevant characters without acknowledging they couldn't be there without magical transport. Where is Allura or Gilmore or Keyleth in the back of these shots twiddling their thumbs 'hey can we teleport to the next person on our HELP US list'?

IDK what's going on with Kash. He's likely gonna be used as a lead-in to Something to rez Percy (and him?) but. That quick buildup of him being too carefree to getting smushed was very transparent and Zahra's grief didn't feel earned (though it WAS baller. yes they made them bleed girl <3).

The fact Vax didn't ask him At All about the resurrection ritual in the Tomb stuns me tho. You think Vax remembered the offhand comment Kash made about the body needing to be warm while his sister was dead? We as an audience could have used a reminder, and Vax too. Because anyone who Doesn't remember this one line from S2 is Extra frustrated at everyone for being stupid.

Raishan or Ripley being moved to be the 'Vox Machina, united, with all their Vestiges' fight is... hmn. You could argue Raishan has solid buildup (what with the cameo in Brimscythe's lair), and it does follow campaign canon. She lacks the devastating power to justify the use of all the Vestiges (tbh given Thordak it might feel like a curbstomp unless her necromantic plans are successful)... but I could see it working. But why the fuck has Ripley escaped A THIRD TIME. Percy even duped her twice! How many times are we gonna do that song and dance?

If anything, I'd have moved some Ripley stuff here. If she escapes so be it but VM putting the fate of the world on hold to avenge their friend, THEN have Percy be back for Thordak, would be tasty.

... wait does this mean Percy might not have Cabal's Ruin by the final dragon fight of the season? ffs-

DID NO ONE LOOT CABAL'S RUIN FROM THE FACTORY.

Thordak fight was baller, having all our NPCs there to worry about? a bit much. Cass why are you here. Go home before Whitestone loses its last de Rolo.

Also. Thordak my dude I know you're insane. mad even. but uh... you sent your children into battle. A TON have already died by the time you sadly nuzzle the hatchlings. This was kinda your fault. There's a reason animals don't send their babies into combat. then again you're a large reptile who talks about milk so what do I, a reptile researcher, know -

(Don't give me that crap about reptiles being bad parents we have several snakes who require maternal attendance after birth or they're Asocial Weirdos, crocodilians are VERY goo parents, and there are social lizards too.)

'fix him - FIX HIM' being gutted fucking killed me :c

I sure hope Pike's 'IT'S ME' was uh. about faith in herself. Not abandoning the god she spent all of S1 figuring out how to devote herself to. While wearing the Vestige associated with another god. the vestige that explicitly made this possible and not a nuke fire falls u all die tpk. haha. ha. (@/burr-ell)

Yes yes yes I know the voiceover and visuals fill in for 'I hear my mother in the morning. Fuck you'. but. idk. Felt like the grief of that moment was taken out of it? Also it's a banger line

Raishan's little killsteal attempt being bumped from Vorugal to Thordak was tasty! Go green girl go! ... except it did nothing but set up a few quiet moments before she turned on everyone again.

The amount of times I'm seeing things happen Again in this is... not great.

Glintshore is Not Glinting. Where is my broken glass difficult terrain?

Perc'ahlia arc fuckin impeccable tho. Delicious

And Pike got lots of fun and stunning moments so far! And Grog takin down the lair!

I love a lot of this though. The hallucination gas. Percy vs Ripley in the factory was so cool. Percy downright being Put in a Box for a while. VEX'S CONVERSATION WITH SYLDOR!!! SO MUCH!! Her being the leader and feeling so responsible for all this, and seeing herself become her father! ELAINA BACKSTORY! Scanlan leaving the party only to miss Kaylie too! Thordak being A Dad! Percy's death/Vex's grief being the catalyst for Vaxleth! The animation was fucking stellar - Vax killing Thordak, Percy's death, Pike mastering the Plate.

I don't have concrete thoughts on how I'd restructure the episodes/season (seasons?) to better balance platonic and romantic relationships, and utilize the changes to their fullest potential. But damn if the temptation to do ANOTHER canon divergence rewrite / exploration of cause and effect to make things hit a bit more nicely... make myself a challenge to only use X amount of scenes per episode/chapter, to try and match the difficulty of adapting this to television... idk

[moonyasnow]

Ship intro: Leomoe

The image of cat Tomoe & Leona was made by my friend @cactus13-rolloflammesimp ^^

Some fics I think really fit to show off their relationship and dynamic and stuff! Not perfect, of course, but pretty close:

'Burn Wild' by @/solxamber ("Always so close, yet so far away. Leona pushes it down—he keeps pushing and pushing, until one day, he lets it break.")

'There's a Calm Surrender' by @/cheapshrimpysheep ("The Bead Brawl tournament ends and Leona and the other three run away leaving you[Tomoe], Grim and Jack behind. This causes Neji(Kifaji) to reprimand Leona and trigger him into taking you[Tomoe] on a ride to confess to you[Tomoe]")

I made a little imaginary music video in my head for their theme song

Hereeee comes the timeline stuff~

Keep in mind I miiight need to change up some stuff in the future depending on what happens after Book 7 and stuff like that.

AND THIS IS SOOOO LONG I SWEAR I DIDN'T THINK IT'D END UP THIS LONG

T I M E L I N E :

Book 1

Tomoe's first thought upon tripping over Leona's tail is So there really is a different species with animal-characteristics in this world...'

Of course she saw a couple of students with similar characteristics before...but this, having it confirmed before her very eyes that the tails and ears are REAL, that the people they're attached to feel the same kind of pain an animal from Earth would if it was stepped on, made it really start to sink in.

As soon as it does, her first reaction is to bow in apology.

"I apologize; I didn't realize there was someone else here."

All he did was 'hmph' in response. "Ain't nothin' worse than bein' in the middle of a good nap and havin' some jerk step on your tail."

"Again: I am sincerely sorry."

"You...I know you. You're one of those herbivores from orientation who couldn't use magic."

When he suddenly stands up, walks towards her, and sniffs her, she can't help but yelp in surprise.

"H-heeh—?"

This isn't the first time she's been shocked in the past few days, but this is probably the biggest shock she's received yet. She wasn't used to anyone, much less someone she'd barely known for a minute, walking up so close to her, and doing something like sniffing her.

Realizing it must be related to the biology of the Earth animal whose features he seemed to share, she didn't take offense at it, but it was still somewhat bewildering.

"Well, can't say it'd be much fun to hurt someone so helpless. Still gonna do it, though."

And she snapped out of her state of surprised confusion quickly, alert and prepared for some kind of a conflict.

"No one gets to stomp on my tail and just walk away without payin' the price. I'm in a bad mood on account of bein' woken up from my nap, too. That's gonna cost you a tooth."

She wasn't quite sure whether to try talking her way out of it first, considering she was going to need to return to that part of the botanical gardens either way, and the lion's tail lead her to suspect he'd be able to outrun them quite easily, but Grim's urging lead her to deciding that 'cheesing it' was indeed the better option.

She'd picked up Grim into her arms, one leg poised to make the first leap of a get-away, when the hyena beastman she'd later come to know as Ruggie appeared, preventing an all-out conflict.

"Hrmph… Next time you stink up my territory, there's gonna be a price to pay, herbivores!"

Was the last thing said between them during their first meeting, Tomoe watching on silently, still on-guard, until he left, and she let out a quiet breath.

Her mind was quickly turned to other matters.

Still...his boldness in stepping so close to her to confirm his suspicions did leave quite an impression on her.

To sum it up, her first impression was that he was someone to be wary around. Not meant in any negative way toward him, just that if they were to become enemies, he's someone she couldn't underestimate.

Book 2

As soon as they encountered Ruggie, Tomoe immediately knew he'd done something, like magic of some kind, knowing food was the one thing Grim would never concede, and so was immediately suspicious of him. She knew, at least, by this point that Grim couldn't lie to save his life, so she believed what he said about feeling like his body was copying Ruggie's.

After being assigned to the case by Crowley, and hearing all of the students report feeling like their body was moving on its own...her gut was telling her he was the most likely suspect. But she refrained from saying anything about her suspicions until she had more proof.

And she DEFINITELY caught Jack mumbling to himself about how he didn't think he'd become a target.

Frankly? She thought it was sloppy. If they wanted to go undiscovered, they should have had one of their own fake an injury; or at the very least fake narrowly escaping getting hurt.

And as soon as she heard that Savannaclaw had lost to Diasomnia the past years, and that they would be paired up against Diasomnia in the first round of the tournament she already had most of the case figured out.

On Leona's side of things…

All this planning, almost time for his plan to be put into action, and here comes this meddling herbivore and her hairball familiar playing detective?

…And she figured him out, and thwarted his plans.

Typical.

Because of course; life had never given him anything he wanted before, no matter how hard he'd worked for it, so why would it this time?

He still held some lingering resentment for what happened…though a lot of it was directed inwards, swearing at himself for being bested by such a simple, doe-eyed herbivore.

But after all was said and done, she didn't hold a grudge. Since, because of that vision she somehow saw...she understood. She understood exactly where all those feelings came from, and roughly how they lead to where they did.

She decided to pretend like the whole entire thing hadn't even happened, not letting her perception of him be defined by it.

But what he hated the most was that...after he came to following his overblot. He didn't find the same scorn in her eyes as he did in the others'. Not even the anger and disappointment in Ruggie and Jack's. Instead it was... No, he didn't know what it was.

Neither did she.

But he quickly decided to just stop thinking about it.

She didn't. She couldn't.

Especially after the match they played against each other. Even with her only acting as a strategist, playing against him... It brought her a feeling she didn't have the words to describe.

Book 3

When he heard what she'd done, he was absolutely floored. He thought she really must be stupid. Or absolutely insane! Maybe both...

That she'd really go out of her way to ask for every single one of Azul's contracts at NRC to be broken if she fulfilled her end of the deal...it was the gutsiest, most arrogant, foolhardy thing he'd ever heard someone try.

What was weirder to him was how calm she looked about it. Like stated earlier, insane...or maybe she really did have some trick card up her sleeve?

He wasn't counting on it, though.

During Book 3 after being kicked out of their dorm, while Irina had decided to brave one of the unused 'storage' rooms, Tomoe and Grim ended up sharing a sleeping bag on the floor of Leona's room.

Her first thought upon seeing it was that she desperately wanted to clean it. And seeing as she's used to getting up at 05:00 every day...she took the chance to at least get all the clothes laying around the room into a few small piles in a corner of the room, divided by garment type.

As for how she ended up getting his help...

Picture HOURS of loud enka singing. As well as the intro songs of anime she'd watched with her siblings growing up.

Seeing her, to him surprising, ruthlessness in getting his help, Leona gained quite a bit of respect for her as a person after it was all over. In fact they both ended up realizing that, despite the obvious difference in her being so hands-on and his hands-off approach, they were remarkably similar. In Leona, for the first time, she found someone who could keep up with her natural quick-thinking. She actually felt her heart flutter a little when their first chess match against each other resulted in a draw.

And after the events at Mostro Lounge, she 'somehow' seemed to find her way to where he was more often. Or perhaps it was him who just 'happened' to be in places she'd pass by. Maybe a bit of both. They both began to introduce each other to more and more strategic board games, Tomoe to Yoté and Dara, Leona to Shogi and Go, and kept finding their win-lose ratio begin to plateau as soon as the other figured out the rules. It didn't take long before many students were betting on who would win the next match. They may not have been there for the actual games themselves, but it was usually easy to tell who won, lost, or if it was a draw based on the two's respective moods.

It felt refreshing to for once be allowed to go all out against someone and not have to bother thinking about being polite all the time. She was still very polite toward everyone else, of course, but he was a special exception. The two teased each other quite often, too. It seemed that both of them could dish it out, but neither could really take it, huffing and pouting and becoming defensive when the other did it. He made her incredibly frustrated at times, which was a very new experience for her, as she'd never had an equal she could really get upset at without it being for good reason before. With him she didn't always need to be responsible and mature or relied upon. She kinda liked it. He could get under her skin in a way no one else had ever managed to; challenged her in a way she'd never realized she craved.

And as for his side of things, she had a lot more patience with him than most people did. She treated him just like she would anyone else. She wasn't afraid to call him out on it when he acted out of turn, and stuck by him even when he did, but otherwise didn't mind his grouchy, callous way of acting, sometimes even teasing him for 'acting like a grumpy cat'. Eventually it became commonplace to see her sitting under a tree while Leona used her lap as a pillow, Tomoe turning the pages of a book laid on the grass with one hand and using the other to play with his hair. And, knowing how much it hurt her that no one in Twisted Wonderland knew anything about Earth history and she thus couldn't talk about it with anyone, he let her basically infodump to him about it whenever she wanted— so long as she kept playing with his hair, of course. He always acted like he was asleep, but really, he listened. And she knew he did. And he probably knew that she knew. But they didn't say anything about it. For once, they didn't need to.

And maybe it was sorta nice…knowing he hadn't been bested by just any herbivore.

And Leona actually ended up making her more open to being a bit less hands-on, learning to delegate and to trust they were competent enough to handle themselves. And she in turn encouraged him to become more involved in the activities of his Dorm where it was needed, such as cracking down on Savannaclaw students' frequent starting of fights.

She can also tend to overwork herself sometimes, so Leona forcefully pulling her away to take a nap was exactly what she needed. And Leona having been the one at fault also gave her some kind of excuse for why she was 'slacking off'. And when Cheka visited, she was more than happy to take over Leona's responsibility of babysitting him; she'd always loved kids and had a very motherly personality, and the little lion's eyes always lit up when he begged her to tell him another story. ...Though Leona did become a little bit jealous of her spending so much time away from him when Cheka visited, so he often ended up joining in on their activities anyway.

And they'd also started sitting together at lunch more and more often.

I like to imagine that when Leona sits with Tomoe, Grim and Adeuce at lunch (Irina usually eats either with Jamil and Ruggie(when neither are busy helping out Kalim or Leona) or with Malleus) Tomoe instantly starts picking some pieces of meat from his tray to it on hers, and replacing it with some of the vegetables from hers

She eats a lot more vegetarian food than meat, so I imagine she used the argument that this way they're both getting more varied diets

He still leaves most of the vegetables untouched…most of them. He does eat a little bit of it. Sometimes.

Book 4

For just a second, just one, Leona wondered if maybe he'd offer for her to stay at some some hotel in the Sunset Savannah over the break, knowing just how awful the heat isolation was in the rickety old house Tomoe and her dorm-mates lived in.

But then he remembered his brother and sister-in-law would probably be bugging him to meet her. Even worse if Cheka found out she was there. He seemed to like her just as much as he liked Leona himself.

Book 5

There's not much going on this book so instead I'll write a bit more about the internal parts, as well as some details I didn't know where else to write

She saw through that protective façade of his. Saw the good in him. She saw a man who cared a lot more than he would ever let on, who wanted to prove his worth, that he was worth more than the weight of a crown he was born a decade too late for, a weight that would always weight him down like a shackle of phantom pain…but had given up hope he could ever change it, or that the chain would ever weight less.

Each time she revealed just how well she truly saw him, he felt his pulse begin to race with a cold sweat, feeling completely and utterly naked under her gaze.

But it was also all he'd ever wanted.

To not feel the weight of that steel ball on his ankle. To look into someone's eyes and realize that for once, they weren't looking into a one-way mirror, but through glass, straight at him.

For Leona the man, not the prince, to be perceived.

Because of Tomoe, Leona now knows what happens in:

The Journey to the West

Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Water Margin

The Art of War

The Tale of Genji

The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter

The Iliad

The Odyssey

Don Quixote

Les Misérables

All of Shakespeare's written works

The Epic of Gilgamesh

The Poetic and Prose Edda (sources on Norse mythology)

The Saga of Grettir

He's picked it all up the many times he's pretended to be asleep on Tomoe but has actually mostly just been listening to her talk.

Now, she never gets details from her favorite books wrong. But if she ever did, he'd be able to correct her about ANY detail. He hopes it doesn't actually come to that though because then he'd need to break the weird kayfabe of whatever the heck their current relationship would be classified as and actually admit he's been paying very close attention to her this whole time.

Of course he knows she already knows, but saying it WITH WORDS is another thing entirely.

Cloudcalling the Savannah

This is, understandably, considering it's Leona's hometown event, a pretty big moment for them. I'm gonna include a lot of quotes

Tomoe tells him that, though she'd heard him complain about his family before, she could never entirely see exactly why he seemed so frustrated. But now, she understands exactly why. She's also frustrated now. She talks to him about ideas like putting up solar panels; the Sunset Savannah has nothing if not sunlight, after all. So that energy could fuel more industries, in turn giving jobs to the people in the slums both as workers on Solar plants, but also in the factories, and making deliveries. And they found yet another common ground. Basically, she's the only one who's really on the same wavelength as Leona, both in terms of their very intelligent, logical minds, as well as seeing exactly how short-sighted and misguided his family's efforts are.

She says, upon seeing the golden fountain: "In my home's history, there was once a queen of a country going through a famine while the nobility still lived large in their mansions and palaces. When a revolt started, and the common-folk lead a march to the palace to demand the king open his overflowing granaries to them, just to be able to feed themselves, she is said to have stated: 'If they are hungry, let them eat cake.'"

Leona, who's listened to her ramble on about history for countless hours, knows that the quote was 1) not at all from Japanese history, 2) only misattributed to her, and 3) only later on. But Tomoe says: "The point still stands, so they don't need to know that." And his respect for her grows a bit more.

[ When they're at the market ]

"Unfortunately, I don't have much to spare."

"If you recall, the monthly sum the Headmage provides me with is supposed to cover food for me, Grim and Irina for an entire month. A shiny bauble doesn't fill an empty stomach." Grim complains. "Grim, we were given these ribbons, so we have mementos already. And our hosts are being very generous allowing us to stay here free of charge. They even bought you your juice."

[and then Leona says he'll pay for whatever Grim gets]

"Now Grim, what do we say?"

"Sure sure, thanks and all that, now I gotta pick!"

Smiling, Tomoe shakes her head in amusement. While Grim is distracted with the thing he got, Tomoe goes closer to Leona. "Thank you."

Leona says: "The hairball already said it himself. But I won't turn away even more gratitude." Tomoe shakes her head again, look on her face even more amused.

"I'm thanking you myself, for getting it for him. We would survive without it, yes, but I do like to see that happy look on his face. So thank you, for spoiling him in my stead."

"Huh, wonder where the three who usually watch Cheka are… …Oh, don't tell me." Leona said.

"Oh, yes." Answered Kifaji. "I do hope you're prepared, Prince Leona."

The aforementioned prince only 'tsk'ed in reply.

'Ah.' she thought. She turned to him.

"I suppose we should expect a challenge then."

Leona could practically feel the look Neji must've shot him at overhearing this exchange (which he pointedly chose not to turn to see) drilling into his head. It had been very few people who could really see into his head like that. Even if this itself wasn't a very groundbreaking example of insight into him, it was enough that Neji would get curious. But he remained steadfast that he would NOT be giving the old bird even a milimeter, lest he take a mile.

He was not ready to have any sort of conversation about the topic he presumed he'd be asked about.

...about Tomoe. About him and Tomoe.

And let's not even mention when Cheka decided he'd start calling her 'anty Tomoe'.

He was not looking forward to his next trip home...

Thought speaking of trips... When, after the Bead Brawl, Leona, Lilia, Vil and Kalim all sped away in his car, leaving her, Grim, Jack, Spike (still suffering from a terrible sunburn) behind with Neji...she felt a bit forlorn.

She...kinda wished he'd taken her along, too.

Book 6

She went after Grim. The whole incident made her realize just how important Grim had become to her in such a short time; she felt like a mother who'd lost her child. She was worried for the others too, especially Leona, but she knew they could handle themselves.

Or at least so she thought. But when she did see Leona again...she was so relieved. The worry for Grim had been stronger at first because she actually saw him be taken away. But seeing Leona again she realized just how worried she'd been for him too when that worry was lifted from her shoulders.

The utter relief she felt upon seeing him again, combined with the memory of the end of their visit to the Sunset Savannah finally made something click for her.

She was in love with him.

The news shocked even her at first. She hadn't realized that falling in love was something she really COULD do...she'd never had much interest in it before; had never even had a crush.

But, if there was anyone who could make her fall for them, of course it'd be him. It just made sense to her, that of all the people she'd ever been close to, that it was him.

No one else would ever be able to compare to him.

Book 7

She is asleep. She dreams of some strange, fanfiction-esque alternate reality: a historical Japanese setting based off the media she'd engaged with of the Muromachi period. Everyone she's met from Twisted Wonderland is there, as is her family and friends from back home, and she's the Samurai/Strategist/closest companion/lover of Leona, who's here the second son to the Emperor and breaks away from the Imperial family and starts a war to win personal status. She knew she couldn't persuade him it was a bad idea, so instead she decided to just do everything she could to make sure their war went smoothly.

But she's always been more interested in the lives of historical people in general, whether they be Priests or Warlords or Commoners or Emperors, than she has in the actual bloody side of warfare. So the dream barely actually shows any of the 'war' parts, seeming to be mostly just in a lull period where preparations are still being made, but the war has already broken out. And when it does show combat, there's way more of an emphasis on the strategy.

Book 8?

I'm using this as a placeholder name for whenever Crowley actually manages to find a way home for Tomoe and Irina.

Irina decides very quickly she's not going back to Earth; she's staying in Twisted Wonderland with Malleus.

But for Tomoe?

It's not that easy.

She actually has something to go back to.

She has people she loves in her world; her mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents, and her friends Tooru, Kaede and Miki. Before she was sent to Twisted Wonderland she got into the school she'd always wanted to go to and was prepared to study history and eventually get a teaching degree, and become a history teacher, like she's wanted ever since she was very small.

She was just about to celebrate her brother's birthday, and then later that week go to a fireworks festival with her friends-- their last before they'd all start going to separate schools for the first time and not be able to hang out as much. It was a bit sad...but also hopeful. Bittersweet. They were growing, and while things wouldn't stay the same, in some ways they would become even better.

Then she wakes up in an uncomfortable coffin to a talking cat almost burning her to a crisp trying to steal the uniform she doesn't remember putting on.

And she's forced to become a janitor working only for room and board, in a dilapidated hovel of a house, trying to keep that talking cat- who can breathe fire- in line enough to not get both her, him, and the other student from her world she needs to look after from being expelled and kicked out to survive on the streets in a world none of them are ready for.

All the while, she's wondering if her family and friends are worried about her. And she has to deal with the headmage, who clearly has no plans on actually going out of his way to try and find a way home for her nor Irina.

But it's not all bad. She makes friends at Night Raven College. Ace and Deuce, the troublemakers. And every time she gets dragged into the conflicts of the other dorms, she still manages to make more friends, and resolve conflicts in the process, leading to her becoming quite respected by the students she's met.

So when one of them tells her she's staring to fit in a little TOO well...she can't say she disagrees.

She slowly starts to lose the feeling she had of her stay at NRC only being temporary. She started to have fun, with her friends, losing herself in those small moments of joy, like seeing Ace and Deuce fight over something insignificant, or Grim fall asleep after stuffing himself on tuna and needing to carry him to bed herself, or just learning more about the worlds from its residents.

And somewhere along the way, she got very attached to the people in Twisted Wonderland she considered dear to her. And some of them got very attached to her too. ...Even one who initially tried not to.

She came to see Grim and Irina like family. Ace and Deuce as her best friends. And...she even fell in love for the first time.

But still...

Even though she's 19, that doesn't mean she still doesn't have moments where she just wants to hug her mom. Reminisces about memories with the people from her world she loves and misses.

So she's faced with a choice.

If she goes home, she loses Grim, Irina, Ace and Deuce forever. She loses Leona.

But she will never fully be able to explain that grief to anyone. Because no one would believe her when she told them why she disappeared for so long.

And she'll live forever knowing her troublemaking little cat and her big grumpy lion will go on without her, still remembering her. Knowing that she can never meet them again. And that no one would ever be able to understand.

Going back would feel like 'waking from a dream'. Going on pretending it really was a dream, not speaking of it...would feel like saying the experiences she had, the ways she grew, the people she grew to love, her bonds with them...that none of it mattered.

If she stays, she loses her mother, father, her siblings, grandparents, and her friends. People who have known her for her entire life; who hold memories-- parts of her-- even she herself has forgotten. Friends and family who will never know what happened to her, and go on forever fearing she was met with some kind of horrible fate.

And she can never become a history teacher, what she's wanted her entire life.

She can never experience any part of the culture she grew up in again. Not even the language; her mother tongue. For even if she has children, and she teaches it to them, if they don't carry it forward, it'll be forever lost.

How are you really supposed to go about making a choice like that?

Even though she knows what her gut is telling her to choose, isn't it a little too impulsive to just trust her gut in a situation like this?

She needs time to think. And she says as much.

Irina stays over at Diasomnia for a while, taking Grim with her, to give Tomoe space to think.

The expression on his face as she says bye for a little while tugs painfully at her heart.

And as she spends time for herself, just thinking, over the next few days, the realization hits her just how strange it feels that Leona isn't there either. That she has no one to spill her thoughts to. And she recalls all the times she'd thought aloud next to him, and they'd ended up bickering about something or other. Even though it might have been considered fighting...it always warmed her heart in the end.

She wondered if he felt the same way about her...if just her presence was enough to light up his day. She wasn't sure those words would apply...but she knew him well enough to know she'd become special to him, somehow. Even just the possibility that her leaving MIGHT make him feel like how she felt now...

As was usually the case, especially when one of the Ramshackle quartet was involved, a secret rarely stayed a secret for long at Night Raven.

And inevitably, word that the headmage had found a way home for the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm found its way to the lion's den.

And for the first time in a long, long time...he felt panic. Saw the vision of her slipping through his fingers like sand. Just imagining it he felt...so helpless...

And for once, he had trouble sleeping.

He remembered what life had been like before she arrived.

He didn't want to go back to it.

And he knew she liked him. He wasn't stupid. So maybe, just maybe...he might be able to convince her to reconsider.

...Yeah no, he himself could barely believe that. But what was he gonna do? Just let her go? No way. Not now. Not after she wormed her way into his heart like that.

How could she just not tell him what was going on in the first place?! To have found out from some rumor mill... He was pissed.

And desperate.

And so scared...worried he was too late. That she'd already made up her mind.

"It's...an impossible decision, really. I have people I love on both sides. But I've made up my mind now."

He thought his heart would stop. Or maybe it already had? His ears were more perked up than he'd ever had them before...she really had him acting like some damn prey animal.

"I'm going to stay."

Only when she said those words did he realize for how long he'd been holding his breath.

...She loved the people in both worlds just as much...but she'd realized what her priorities were. Caring for Grim, and being with Leona. It felt right, like what she was supposed to do.

Of course she still loved her family very, very much.

But if she went back home, she'd most likely be 'that one mysterious disappearance case who turned up again' for the rest of her life. Not to mention that she'd be the only one who knew what had happened in the months she'd been gone; no one else would ever believe her.

And she knew that her friends and family had each other. But Grim only really had her. And she wasn't going to just leave him.

She could always find a new way forward in life; new goals, new dreams. But people are irreplaceable.

Of course, there were still a lot of feelings she'd need to sort through. But there would be no matter what she chose...

He sighed.

"Damn Herbivore...gettin' me all worked up like that... You're lucky I—..."

Holding onto his hand, she leans her cheek against his palm, closing her eyes and nuzzling against him.

"I know."

"I love you too."

"Tch. Don't go gettin' all sappy on me..." But he still leaned his forehead against hers. "...Tomoe."

She was his pillow for a long time after that. More than she usually was because this time he didn't just use her lap as a pillow, but her entire body.

He really had underestemated her. She was the first person to ever scare him. To ever make him feel desperate. The first to make him vulnerable.

Every weak link, jagged edge and hard surface...but also every spot of warmth, shining light, and gentle curve.

Seeing all that he is, good and bad...and loving every part just the same.

Even if she gets annoyed when he refuses let her get up in the morning and makes her late to class, or flicks his tail in her face when he's upset, or bosses her around telling her to make him dinner while he freeloads on the kitchen counter.

She loves that too. Because it's just like him. And every quirk and habit is proof of him, and his presence in her life.

And of course, she makes sure to get back at him, too.

Chat why am I crying—

BUT I'M FINALLY DONE

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[cielwritings]

What if Ciel, r!Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Soma, Agni (and whoever else you wanna add) worked somehwere like ouran hshc? Like how would they be w each other and with a reader/customers n all that? 🥰

! Ouran HSHC AU !

OURAN HSHC MENTION WTF IS A SEASON TWO RAHHHHH

..also, imagine soma and agni being related

This took forever to think about.

Ciel as Haruhi, R!Ciel as Tamaki, Sebastian as Kyoya, Claude as Mori, Alois as Honey, Soma and Agni as the twins. Soma as Hikaru, Agni as Kaoru (it made most sense but my fujo brain wanted agni to be the seme...)

Despite Soma and Agni being the brocons, they aren't the most popular duo. That's Ciel and R!Ciel. A teasing older twin, and a shy younger twin.

Alois is more-so a mix of Shiro and Honey. He isn't the innocent type Honey is, but goes for the dynamic of Honey. For girls that wish for a cute boy to dote on. He has a naughtier, playboy personality like Shiro.. as shown at the end of that episode he's in.

This club is known for being quite.. taboo. Only the girls that were known for being naughty or improper went there, or the girls too shy to admit it. Sometimes, even boys or GNC people as well! Everyone gets treated the same though.

You'd be welcomed with a kiss to the hand from Sebastian, leading you to a table for you to sit at. Ciel will be the one to ask who you'd wish to schedule.

If you pick Ciel, he'll be quite sweet to you. He'll be kind, brushing his hand through your hair sweetly. He'll offer you his favorite candies, telling you that he doesn't share with just anyone. You're special! If you want, he'll let you have a taste of his favorite lollipop. Then, he'd like the exact same spot you did for an 'indirect kiss'.

If you pick R!Ciel, he's much more flirty. He'll always have a hand on you unless you explicitly say no. On your arm, holding your hand, in your hair, on your knee. He'll rest his head on your shoulder, taking in your scent. Whether it be your natural one or some perfume or cologne you put on, he doesn't care. He loves your smell, and will let you know that fact.

If you pick Sebastian, he'll act, unsurprisingly, like a butler for you. But a more daring one. He'll hold your tea cup as you drink, he'll wipe your mouth sensually, he'll feed you. He makes sure everything you have in your mouth is perfect, and the smallest complaint you have will leave him apologizing and treating you 10x better. His compliments are very unique, and always leave you flushed beyond belief.

Picking Alois will leave you almost as flustered as Sebastian. Perhaps it's the taboo, but the way he'd curl up in your lap and ask for pets is adorable. He treats you, of course, but his cute little face is irresistible. Twirling his soft hair while Claude watched in the distance, making sure everything was going okay. Alois called you his big sibling, or one of his parents. He loves seeing how flustered you get.

Picking Claude is practically a two for one deal. Alois is almost always at his side, clinging onto him, looking at you with a pout of jealousy. Claude is a much more professional butler role, his advances being more subtle. But you expect it, so every movement he makes always leaves you flustered. Whether it be the slightest graze of his hand on yours, or perhaps he breathed a little too hard on you. He knew how to tease, and he did it well.

Soma and Agni, however, are a 2 for 1. Without Agni, Soma is nothing. Without Soma, Agni is nothing. So you kind of have to get both... which Ciel and R!Ciel decided to price down to be the same cost as everyone else. They're more seductive, almost worshiping you, in a way. Soma will hug you from behind, Agni praising you, on his knees for you, stroking your legs. One time, the two bickered about who would do the worship. Agni begged to be the one, as the prince shouldn't be on such dirty floors.

Of course, it ended up in brocon fanservice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, my prince.." Agni whispers, wiping a tear from Soma's eye. Crocodile, of course.

The other's merely watched in curiosity, confusion, or interest.

[alotofpockets]

Replaced | Part 2 | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader, and Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Story warnings: heart disease/failure, loss of a parent, absent father.

Story summary: Your father, Tony Stark, has been rather absent in the recent years of your life. What will happen when you show up at the Avengers Compound after you lose your mom?

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.8K

Part 1 | Part 2

While you were sound asleep in Natasha’s arms, Peter looked very conflicted in the common room. “What’s troubling you, kid?” Your dad continued the nickname like what you said never happened. “You never told me you had a daughter.” Tony shrugs, “I barely see her, I didn’t see the point of mentioning it.” Peter gets up and heads towards his room as well. “Come on, kid, not you too.” He looks back in disbelief, “I know exactly what it’s like to lose a parent, and the fact that you’re acting like it’s nothing to your own child, while you should be the one comforting her, does not sit right with me.” 

When you wake up you realize you fell asleep on Natasha, you look up and she's already looking at you. “Good morning, how did you sleep?” You sit up, “I slept good, but I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, I’m sorry.” Natasha smiles, “No worries, you’re all good. I do have to go for a bit, I have a short meeting. If you want you can have some breakfast in the kitchen, grab whatever you want.” You thank her before she gets up. “I’ll meet you after?” You nod with a small smile. 

In the kitchen, Wanda was already busy making pancakes, “Hey, y/n, would you like some?” You sit down at the counter, "Yeah, I would love some pancakes, they smell amazing Wanda." Wanda puts a plate with two perfect pancakes down in front of you. "Let me know if you want more when you're done, I'm making them for everyone, so I'll be cooking for a bit." You take the first bite, "They're amazing Wanda, thank you! Where did you learn to cook like this?" Wanda gives you a faraway smile. "When I was younger, every moment my mom spent in the kitchen, I was right by her side. She was always so happy in the kitchen, I wanted that too. She taught me everything she knew. Her recipe books were one of the few things that were left after the bombing. I keep them very close to my heart, and make her recipes as often as I can, to remember her and my family." You hadn't realized that Wanda's youth had gone that way. "Oh, I’m sorry, Wanda. I didn’t know. I’m glad your mom can live on through her recipes and the memories you’ve made together.” - “Don’t worry, I enjoy talking about them. It keeps the memories alive, you know?” You nod and continue your breakfast. 

When you were done with your first pancake, Peter walked in. He nervously walks towards you, “Hey, y/n, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I had no clue Tony had a daughter, I never meant to take your place or you know, be a part of the reason your connection with your dad isn’t good.” You pat the empty chair beside you, silently asking him to sit with you. “You have nothing to apologize for, Peter. None of this is your fault, I promise. Plus my connection with my dad hasn’t been good long before he met you, so please don’t feel guilty. I don’t blame you in any way.” That seems to relieve some of the tension the boy was feeling. Wanda placed a plate in front of Peter, without saying a word, careful to not interrupt the two of you. You and Peter quietly eat the rest of your breakfast, until your dad walks in. Both of you look up at him, “Ah, Peter, y/n, I see that you two are getting along well.” You roll your eyes and excuse yourself from the table.

You walk outside and follow one of the paths, not knowing where it will lead you. Eventually, you make it to the waterfront and decide to sit down. You’re just staring out onto the water, deep in thought, when you hear someone walk towards you. Looking over your shoulder you see Wanda approaching. “Hi, Wanda, how did you find me so easily?” Wanda points to the ground next to you, “May I?” You nod and she sits down next to you. “I can read minds, is how. I try not to listen to people's thoughts because it’s generally not appreciated, but sometimes a person's thoughts are too loud for me to ignore. So, I just wanted to check in on you.” You talk with Wanda for a while until her phone buzzes, “Hey, it’s Nat, she’s looking for you. Are you okay with me sharing where we are?” You nod your head, “Yeah, we were planning to meet up after her meeting.” The three of you spend the rest of the morning at the water, getting to know each other better. 

A couple days later you’re at the funeral that you arranged. Most of the team was there for support, as well as a few relatives and even some regulars from the bookstore. It was by far the hardest thing you had ever done. After every person that attended shook your hand and said their condolences, Natasha walks up to you. “Hey, you look like you need a hug.” Without saying a word you fall into her arms. She wraps her arms tightly around you and lets you cry into her chest. Her hand rubs soothing circles on your back, trying to bring you as much comfort as she possibly could. Once it feels like you have no tears left, you loosen your grip on Natasha. “Thank you, I needed that.” Natasha moves to your side and keeps an arm around your shoulder. “Any time.” You look out the doors of the room. “Did he come?” - “Yeah, he stood at the back, but left before the condolences. I think he wasn’t sure if you and your family members wanted him there.” You nod, not sure why you cared to know.

The next week you opened back up the bookstore. You were looking through your notes with a frown on your face when Natasha walked in with two coffee’s. She hands you one of the cups and takes a sip of the other, “How are you holding up?” You sigh deeply. “Okay, I guess. It feels so strange without her.” Natasha nods along as you tell her how you’re feeling. “And what about the notebook, what were you looking at?” You grab the notebook and flip through a few pages, “The funeral costs were most of my savings, and since we’ve- eh- the store has been closed all week, I didn’t get any income from it. So, I was trying to come up with ideas on how to earn more money here. So far everything I’ve written down is only going to cost me more money.” Natasha looks through your notes to see what kind of ideas you had come up with. “Do you want to brainstorm some ideas together?” You like the idea and start firing ideas at each other. It must have been an hour later when Natasha came up with the following. “What if we did something with the Avengers? Like maybe we can organize events to read books to kids or something, or we can have the team make book suggestions. That will surely attract more people to the store, right?” - “That sounds like a great idea! But do you really think the team is willing to help?” Natasha takes your hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze, “I’m sure they will. I think it would be good for us too, we’re always looking for opportunities to connect with the community more. This would be perfect.”

Every free moment of the next few weeks you spent together with Natasha. It started out as planning your idea, but soon you realized that you were not only working on the idea anymore. After planning Natasha stayed over and you watched movies, more than once she stayed the night and you cuddled up after falling asleep during unfinished movies. You don’t remember exactly when it happened, but you knew that somewhere along the line you had crossed the line of simply being friends. When you weren’t working you were either at Natasha’s or she was at your place. On days that Natasha was free, she would join you at the store and prepare things for the first Avenger reading event.

Then the first ever Avenger reading event was finally there. The whole store was full of children and their families, eager to meet the Avengers. You introduced today's readers to the audience, “Please welcome Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch and Spider-man!” The event went amazing, you had no idea how it was going to turn out this morning, but this many people was definitely not something you had expected. The team sat and interacted with the kids as their friends were reading a book. They walked around the store with kids and helped them pick out books. Almost all of the families left the store with at least one book. “Thank you all so much! This was incredible, I am so grateful for all of you.” You told the team as they were heading out. Natasha stayed to help you clean up, the rest offered too, but Natasha assured them that it was fine. 

When you had cleaned everything up you sat down on one of the couches. Natasha walked up to you with two drinks in her hand, “We should celebrate, today was a big success.” You lean into her as she sits down next to you. “Yeah, we should. What did you have in mind?” Natasha shrugs, “I don’t mind, as long as it’s with you.” You lift your head and look in her eyes. Her eyes move down to your lips, you smile as a warm feeling forms in your chest. You reach up your hand to place a loose strand of hair behind her ear and let your hand linger. Natasha leans into your hand and then forwards until your lips meet. You kiss her slowly, her hands move to your waist pulling you closer. She deepens the kiss and gently pulls you on top of her lap. When you part you smile at her, “So this is what you call celebrating?” - “Hm, only with you.”The next steps for the bookstore made you excited for the future. You were adding two new sections to the store. One called ‘Assembled by Avengers’, a section with recommended books by each of the Avengers. The other was dedicated to your mom’s favorite books. Besides the new sections, more reading events were planned, you expanded it to multiple age groups.

Another thing that excited you for the future was the woman that was currently sound asleep next to you. You turn to your side and scoot closer to Natasha. After placing a soft kiss to her forehead, you cuddle up to her and close your eyes as well.

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Tagging the people that asked for a part two, thank you for wanting to read more!

@romanoffsgal @my-skeleton-hats @natasharomanoffswife17 @justyourwritter69 @brooke7x @pandafuriosa60 @winter107th @cherlenovix @demonicangel69 @natasha-1million

[rose-n-gunses]

okay here we go hellcheer church camp au

(you might have to get creative with this one)

Omg hi I tooootally didn't forget I had this in my inbox 👀🫢

I did have to do a little research on this one because I've never been to a church camp unless you count a one-day confirmation retreat (which I don't) or actually any kind of overnight summer camp! SO:

Eddie has finally gotten arrested for dealing and, because it's technically his first offense (yeah, he's surprised about that too -- the juvie record got expunged and Hopper's been soft on him since), he's sentenced to however many hours of community service. He was able to choose between picking up roadside trash or serving food to all of the camp groups at Camp North Star. He'd much rather play lunch lady than spend the whole summer out in the hot sun, so he picks the camp.

Chrissy is a counselor for the elementary-age campers. She's not a huge fan of the camp; she thinks the morning and evening worship sessions are a little much and they spend way too much time indoors for being in such a beautiful area, but between her mother and Jason (also a counselor) she doesn't have much of a choice. (It's still better than being home all week.)

Jason is immediately antagonistic once he clocks Eddie in the kitchen the first evening. He throws a tantrum to the adult leaders about how they're allowing Satan's demonic influence into their godly refuge. Chrissy is mortified and on her way through the lunch line she apologizes and tells Eddie that Satan was still an angel at one point. He replies that Chrissy is an angel now and forever and gives her extra mac n cheese.

One afternoon while all of the campers are having their free swim time in the lake, Eddie makes a trip out there to drop off a cooler full of drinks. He overhears Jason bitching at Chrissy about how her bathing suit is "immodest" (and if he glances over to see it so what! She's got more skin covered than Jason does, anyway). Chrissy gets upset and tells Jason she's done with him and she doesn't care if God said she's his future wife, God is telling her that she should put her foot up his ass for being a dick and storms off back to her cabin to change.

That night after dinner and evening worship and cleanup Eddie sneaks across the camp to Chrissy's cabin and knocks on the door. She opens it thinking it's going to be Jason but is pleasantly surprised when it's not. He says he heard that she didn't get to swim earlier and asks if she still wants to. She changes back into her swimsuit and leads him by the hand down to the dock, where he'd already set up a lantern and some now-warm beers. He cannonballs in and she dives in after and they splash around for a little bit before he works up the nerve to say that he also heard that she got told off for her "immodest swimwear" but he thinks it's really cute, actually.

BONUS:

Chrissy says she'll be back in two weeks as a camper for her own session and asks if Eddie will be there. He salutes and says he's there all summer or until someone decides that he's done his penance. When she comes back he always gives her extras of her favorites and if anyone notices her missing from every single evening worship session that week, they don't let on 😉

1 AU, 5 facts

[akawifeyy]

hi hi!! i saw your song smau driver post haha

could you do an SMAU of lewis hamilton or lando norris based on real man please? ofc it’s okay if not

maybe with an age gape and the face claim as beadadoobea if possible (sorry for any splling mistakes i’m dyslexic haha)

real man | smau (ln4)

description: it's two years into your relationship with lando norris, and you're starting to wonder what life would be like without him.

tropes: rocky relationship, age gap, girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: beabadoobee

trigger warnings: love bombing, inattentive boyfriend, suggestive content, swearing

| note: sorry for my inactivity! i've been so caught up with uni, but i promise i'm alive and working on these stories. this is the first one out of fifteen, and they are all standalones! 💕 also, i apologize for the screwed-up formatting (if you see it on your device). i wanted to respond directly to the ask but it looks like tumblr's bugging out on me

@ yourusername: belgium has more than just chocolate apparently

tagged: @ f1, @ landonorris

comments (6674):

@ user1: omg she's so pretty 😭

@ yourbffusername: How was the Grand Prix?!

-> @ yourusername: had a blast!!

@ user2: lando's absent from the comments... hmm 😕

@ user3: awesome pics! looks super fun!

Instagram Private Story from @ yourusername:

comments (23):

@ yourbffusername: Time flies omg 😫

@ yourbrotherusername: Can't believe it. Shocking he's dealt with you for so long

-> @ yourusername: wowww 🙄

@ landonorris: 🥰

-> @ yourusername: love you so much

@ f1: Just 2 days left until the Hungarian Grand Prix! Will current champion Lando Norris keep his lead? Or will seasoned veteran Max Verstappen edge him out of the competition?

tagged: @ landonorris, @ maxverstappen

comments (38466):

@ user4: DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN

@ user5: I love my papaya boy 🧡

@ user6: i believe in lando 💪

@ yourusername: lando norris supremacy

-> @ user5: real shit!!!!!!!

-> @ user7: Lwk spitting facts with that one! 🤭

Text Messages Between Lando Norris and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: it's ok, i'm ok

tagged: @ landonorris, @ yourbffusername

comments (3385):

@ user3: cutie!

@ user6: love youuu 💞

@ yourusername: Had a great time hanging out with you!

@ landonorris: Don't be a drama queen.

deleted by @ landonorris

@ yourusername: forgot about all these love letters

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (4859):

@ user6: omggg my heart can't take how cute this is 🥺

@ yourbffusername: ADORABLE 😍💌

Private DM from @ landonorris:

You're acting so ungrateful. I bought you those flowers so you'd shut up about me not treating you well. You know that I don't have to buy you anything.

Your Instagram Story:

@ landonorris: 1st place in Hungary! What a dream!

tagged: @ mclaren, @ f1

comments (58963):

@ user7: Where's Y/N? Helloooo 👀👀

@ user8: is he forgetting his girlfriend also went to the grand prix? 🤔

-> @ user6: she always includes him in her posts. i'm very concerned.

-> @ user8: i've heard theories that they're not together anymore but i don't know

comments (2354):

@ user9: He deleted it so quick but I have screenshots of proof

-> @ user10: it's all over the f1 gossip pages 😶

@ user11: "Don't be a drama queen" is INSANEEEE

@ user12: she literally did absolutely nothing wrong.

@ user13: i've been saying since day 1 that something's off about lando. he's too cheery and nice to everyone

-> @ user11: I agree. It's a mask

Text Messages Between Y/N and Your Best Friend:

@ yourusername: i guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (4385):

@ yourbffusername: Sorry babe. You deserve much better

-> @ yourusername: thank you 🤕

@ user12: NO WAY LANDO'S TAGGED

-> @ user8: this is INSANE 😱

@ user13: my world is crashing and burning right now

@ user14: FREAKING TF OUT

Text Messages Between Lando Norris and Y/N:

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[tsugumihoshino]

Twins

"I wish I ate you in the womb!" "I wish mom aborted us so the world wouldn't see your hideous face!" "We look the exact same!" The l/n twins had been going at this for half an hour or less. So let's see how it all began shall we?

A lil mini fanfic that popped into my head.

Inazaraki twin mangers

Y/n¹= twin 1

Y/n²=twin 2

"alright I'm gonna fill water bottles for the twins!" Y/n¹ had said as the team started practice. "But you always get the water bottles!" Y/n² called out. "They're just water bottles. Now shut up." Y/n¹ said before going back to get the water bottles. Y/n² just continued to watch. Y/n¹ came back with the water bottles before reaching out for the clipboard which Y/n² made sure to grab before Y/n² even had the opportunity." Give it back." Y/n¹ said as they grabbed the clipboard. Trying to pull it from Y/n²'s hands. "No you already got the water bottles." Y/n² said as they tried to grab the clipboard back. "Yeah because you do all of the background stuff." Y/n¹ yanked the clipboard back to herself. "Why do you always take the lead?" Y/n² yanked the clipboard back to herself. "Because I'm better at that stuff." Yank. "No you're not." Yank. "Yes I am because you clearly don't even try. It even shows in your schoolwork." Yank. "Watch your grades before talking about mine." Y/n² successfully pulled the clipboard back to herself and as she walked away she heard Y/n¹ mutter under her breath "maybe if you stopped caring so much about what other people think with your smartass brain you wouldn't be so boring." Y/n² stopped and turned around. "What was that Y/n¹ l/n?" She had that kind of tone. The kind moms would have when their child was in trouble. The team looked over at them. Suna took out his phone, Kita looked over ready to stop them when needed, while everyone else simply looked over. "I said that maybe if you stopped caring what other people thought then maybe you could use your smart ass brown to not be boring." Y/n¹ said. Dang this wasn't even about the dang clipboard anymore. Y/n² took a deep breath, "If you do not apologize about that in the next 5 seconds then I will make it a point to tell mom that you got a stain on her reception dress." "She won't even believe you considering how caught up she is with the bills." Y/n¹ retorted. "Yeah cause you stole approximately ¥75,757 from mom's personal safe for what was it again? Oh now I remember. Your shopping spree with friends." Y/n¹ began to silently fume. "I wish you died at birth." Y/n¹ didn't know exactly why she had said that. As a matter of fact she always spoke before she could even think resulting her to say the dumbest things. "I wish I ate you in the womb!" Y/n² said, her eyes filled with tears holding on for dear life. "I wish mom aborted us so the world wouldn't see your hideous face!" Y/n¹ really just wanted to stop arguing but she had to finish what she started now didn't she. "We look the exact same!" Y/n² exclaimed. "Both of you stop fighting right now." Kita interfered. The l/n twins glared at each other. Even the Miya twins weren't that bad.

Do y'all want a part 2?

[girl-named-matty]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A masterlist for all of my headcanons and fanfictions that I've written. Please let me know if some of the links aren't working! And buckle up because this is long! 🤍

𝑭𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

● Passion || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: It has been six years since Astoria and Sebastian broke up. Both of them are living their best lives away from each other. But when Sebastian finds out that Rookwood is still alive and hunting Astoria down, he leaves his life behind to find her. ● In the Shadow of Her || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: Matty Ambrose is a simple Muggleborn girl living in London. After the arrival of Professor Fig informing her that she was a witch, she knew Hogwarts was going to be much different than anything she could've ever experienced before and she didn't know what to expect. With friends, rivals, and enemies around every corner, her time at Hogwarts already beginning to be epic. Join Matty as she navigates her way through her 5th year at Hogwarts-will she rise to the occasion, or will the dark secrets of the school and the ancient magic she possesses lead her astray? ● In the Shadow of Love || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: Matty is returning to Hogwarts for her sixth year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry although things are quite different this time around. With no guidance from Professor Fig and the Wizarding world not being in constant peril, Matty has to learn what it's like to be a normal student. On this path, Matty finds herself deeply in love with a fellow classmate, strengthens and finds new friendships, and possible betrayal by the ones she trusts. Join Matty in her sixth year and see the story of love, friendship, action, and betrayal. ● In the Shadow of Magic || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: After two whirlwind years, Matty was returning to Hogwarts for her final year but this time would be different. She was fighting to maintain control of herself, as she felt the lure of the unknown, the magic, calling her. It tempted her and drew her deeper with each spell cast, each experiment taken a step further from the norm. But she was not alone in fighting for control. Join Matty on her journey through her seventh year with enemies around every corner and view the slow grip of reality loosen as time goes on. (terribly sorry for using the "in the shadow of" trope. hope its not too confusing).

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

quick a/n: These are all from over a year ago (I think) and I am lowkey embarrassed about the writing. They're still enjoyable but apologies in advance for how sloppy some of it might be. 😅🤍

Sebastian Sallow ● Sebastian Headcanons | pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | ● Sebastian's Boggart + His reaction to MC's Boggart ● Sebastian x Tall!FMC ● Sebastian x Short!FMC ● Sharing a bed with Sebastian

Ominis Gaunt ● Ominis Headcanons ● Ominis x Tall!FMC ● Ominis x Short!FMC ● Sharing a bed with Ominis

Garreth Weasley ● Garreth Headcanons ● Sharing a bed with Garreth

Leander Prewett ● Sharing a bed with Leander

Amit Thakkar ● Sharing a bed with Amit

Andrew Larson ● Sharing a bed with Andrew

Imelda Reyes ● Imelda headcanons

Poppy Sweeting ● Poppy Headcanons.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 - 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒔

Eleazar Fig ● Professor Fig Headcanons

Aesop Sharp ● Professor Sharp Headcanons

Dinah Hecat ● Professor Hecat Headcanons. pt.1 | pt.2 |

Matilda Weasley ● Professor Weasley Headcanons.

I will write for pretty much any HL character but these are just the ones I have written for before! More to be added. Hope you enjoy 🤍

[whatdudtheysay]

Michael Afton x F!reader ( PT. 2) + part 1 +

CW - semi public, oral (m receiving), fingering, use of toys, jealousy, smut,

Readers pronouns are - she/her (not much mention though but still a warning)

Context - You decided to be a bit bratty to Michael after seeing the way he got so much attention from his female fans and admirers.

Requested from - @ibishoax

Your jaw clenched slightly as you watched Michael with sharp eyes.

His last basketball game of the college year had just ended as of course, he won and was getting the most praise being one of the best attackers on the team. You were proud of him of course and wanted to congratulate him. But before you could get down the bleachers' stairs, hundreds of girls came squealing down too, bombarding Michael with praise and hugs, some daring to ask for a kiss.

Your brows raised when Michael finally allowed a girl to give him a light kiss on the cheek. You wanted to linger around a bit longer but your friend - Lorie, grabbed hold of your shoulder

"Hey, you okay?"

You nodded but noticed her gaze on Michael, a flat smile on her face.

"He'll be a while....I think.." she estimated, brows furrowing at the girls jumping around him. "But a guy on the team said they're having an after-party in one of the sorority houses."

Usually, you'd agree in a heartbeat. Parties were a destresser for you, letting you kick back and relax whilst getting drunk and possibly high if there was an underground provider. But after the events with David, you were reluctant.

Lorie noticed your hesitation, a slightly worried look coming over her features.

"Hey, don't worry about David. We took care of him remember? If he even sets foot on campus he'll be taken into custody. Plus, there's gonna be hundreds of people there. You have nothing to worry about."

Her words calmed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing.

"Alright....let's go then,"

♡

The place was crowded, as expected. Hundreds of different students dancing and obviously crowding the drink area whilst some others went out in the front to smoke, the music flooding your ears.

"Cmonn," Lorie pleaded, dragging you with her onto the dance floor.

You complied this time, only because you'd had a couple drinks that helped you relax.

You both ventured into the sea of different people dancing, Lorie's hand in yours as she danced against you coaxing you into singing along with the song playing from the speakers.

However, your fun was cut short by her boyfriend appearing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him.

You felt awkward at their PDA and and made a fake gag sound, making Lorie laugh.

Her boyfriend smirked.

"Mind if I steal her from you, y/n?"

You shook your head.

"Imma get another drink anyways."

Just before you could turn around, you bumped into someone.

You were about to apologize before you saw it was Michael.

"Oh."

"Hey, you." He cooed, ruffling the top of your head.

You made a humming sound in response, eyes focusing on what looked like a smudged lipstick stain at the side of his neck.

You looked behind you and to your disappointment, Lorie had indeed been taken somewhere by her boyfriend.

"What's wrong princess?" Michael questioned, his hand grabbing hold of your chin, making you look back at him.

"Nothing."

You turned and made your way towards the counter where the drinks were at. Before you could reach it, Michael grabbed your arm, dragging you back towards him before leading you in the opposite direction, pulling you upstairs with him.

"Hey- Michael! Let me go!" You complained, trying to fight against him once you'd both made it upstairs and out of sight of any big crowds.

After Michael dragged you into a bathroom, he finally listened to your complaints, letting you go before moving to lock the door.

"Why the hell did you drag me up here?" You questioned, not hiding your annoyance.

Michael gave you a warning look before folding his arms.

"Why're you acting like someone shoved something up your ass?"

You scoffed, trying to get past him. "I don't need to hear this."

He lightly pushed your shoulder back.

"You're not going anywhere unless you tell me what's up." He put it simply, walking towards you.

You instinctively backed up until you felt the porcelain sink press into your back, the coolness sending chills through your body.

"Nothing's up with me." You lied, locking eyes with him. "But I'm getting tired of being here and I wanna go."

There was a small silence before Michael hummed along.

"Didn't seem so bored when you were grinding against your friend earlier."

How much had he seen?

"First of all. That's my friend. Second of all, that was a while ago. Now can you move? Besides you have your little fan girls club to keep you company when I'm not here-"

You were cut off by Michael's deep chuckle, Michael covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Seriously, princess? That's what this is about?"

You felt your brow twitch.

"It's not." You defended. You wanted to add to your defence but you couldn't. It was because of that.

Michael laughed once more before sighing, his eyes locking with yours.

"listen, y/n." Michael huffed, the volume of his voice becoming slightly lower. "We're just fooling around, hm? You shouldn't be getting jealous so easily."

You stared at him for as long as you could, fighting off the sting that came from your eyes, your hands finding the edges of the sink, squeezing onto it.

"I know."

Thank fuck your voice came out less weaker than you thought.

Michael stared at you for a while longer, a weird feeling of guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

Before he could say anything else, you had him pushed up against the bathroom wall, your mouth catching his.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or your horniness, but you needed him right now, bad. Your hands slipped under his jacket, pulling it off hurriedly, letting it fall to the floor before you attacked his belt. Michael groaned against you. You hardly ever rushed so much when being intimate with him so this was almost foreign to Michael.

You moved away from his lips, biting and sucking the flesh on his neck whilst Michael groaned, his hands holding your waist.

He continued to let you mark him, a small smirk on his lips. He knew you were jealous of those girls. He'd noticed the way you were glancing over at him and the unwanted attention that acted like he was a celebrity. He wanted to come over to you, scoop you up in his arms and kiss you in front of the audience. But you weren't together. Just two friends who occasionally fucked sometimes. It was only a matter of time before he got your timer to tick off and he finally had.

Michael's arms moved around to the back of your jeans, tugging them down along with your panties, making sure they were low enough before moving back to your front, his hand moving between your thighs, rubbing against your clit, causing you to bite down on his shoulder, hard .

"Fuck, Michael -" you sighed, grinding against his fingers needily. "I need you so bad, please."

Michael hummed in agreement. "Can see how badly you're dripping down here."

You let out a silent moan once Michael's thick fingers sunk into your wet heat, your hands digging into his exposed arms.

"Fuck, your pussy doesn't wanna let my fingers go.." Michael marvelled, feeling your walls suck him in deeper anytime he tried to pull them out. "Want me to give you what you want?"

You quickly nodded your head, small moans leaving your lips as his fingers scissored into you. Michael wouldn't let you off that easily.

"Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your needy pussy."

You whimpered, eyes almost rolling when he curled his digits.

"Need it soo bad Michael- pleasee! I need itt."

Michael grinned. "Promise me you won't get jealous whenever any other girl talks to me."

You mewled, shaking your head which resulted in Michael stopping his movements.

"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Please- I won't get jealous anymore!" You whined, hands fisting into his shirt, whilst looking up at him pleadingly. "Please, Michael."

Michael grinned harder. "Well, how can I resist when you look this cute, hm? Just gonna have to fuck that jealousy out of you."

You gasped lightly when he manhandled you, his arms turning you around before pushing you over the sink, one of his arms moving to lay a hard slap against your ass, the other resting heavy on the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuck you till you cry,"

That was the only warning Michael gave before pushing himself deep into you, his tip resting smugly against your cervix. Your eyes rolled back once more, nails digging into your palm whilst you groaned. Michael didn't give you any time to adjust, instead thrusting his hips against your ass roughly.

"Shit," he groaned, laying another harsh slap against your rear, massaging over it after.

You whined harder, legs buckling at the feeling of his tip hitting your g spot. You wouldn't last much longer.

"Dunno why you're so jealous of those random girls... you're so fucking perfect." He mumbled, hands moving to slip under the cropped sweatshirt top you wore, pulling your bra down before attacking your breasts, fingers tweaking against your nipples. "You're so beautiful, your cute fuckin' face, your hips, your legs, and this pussy that's suckin' me in so nice-" he rambled, practically losing himself in your heat.

"S' too muchhh, Michael -" you moaned, nails scratching against the sink. You could barely get words out with the way he was fucking you.

"Those other girls can't compare to you, ya hear?" He asked, forcing you to raise your front half up, your back meeting his chest. "You're such a good girl for me, hm?"

You nodded hurriedly, your head moving to look down whilst you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the heavy heat building in your stomach.

"Maybe I should just fuck you until your pussy moulds into my shape, huh? That'll make you feel better, huh?"

You groaned lightly, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.

"Michael- m' gonna cum, please!"

"Go on, then- cum on my dick, princess"

You didn't let another second pass, letting the coil finally snap, gushing around Michael's cock.

"Shit, just like that, fuck!" Michael groaned, "Gonna cum inside this pussy, that'll make you mine won't it?"

"Yes, please! Want your cum, please-!" You whimpered, trying to overcome the tingling sensation of overstimulation.

Michael listened to your every command, giving you one last thrust before letting himself come undone, his seed spurting deep inside of you.

You both stayed against each other for a bit, both of you huffing deeply. Michael finally rubbed your hips before slowly pulling out, his cum spilling out of your hole, dripping down your thighs.

Michael grabbed tissue, dampening it before helping you clean up, cleaning himself up after. You tiredly pulled up your panties and jeans, resting against the sink, your eyes meeting Michael's.

"How about we go to the cinemas together tomorrow night?" Michael asked, finally breaking the silence.

You raised a brow. "Alright, who else is coming?"

"Just us. We could go....on an actual date this time?" Michael trailed off, his eyes moving to the small window that let in the moonlight.

You were surprised by the suddenness of it all but you weren't complaining, instead, moving to close the distance between you both, going on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"Well, you can pick me up tomorrow, then. And you might wanna do something about those." You smiled, grazing a finger over the side of his neck, making Michael flinch slightly.

You left without another word, leaving Michael to move towards the mirror, noticing all the love bites you'd scattered across his neck.

He was definitely gonna get you back for this. ♡

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