#and woah this is the first real meal i had in two days :/

[daeluin]

man i can't decide if mike's mic was off and no one told him or if patrick's voice really drowns his that bad lmao

[aeoki]

Number Eight - Prologue

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Inside helicopter Season: Winter Writer: Akira

TL Note:

Rinne makes an error with the idiom; the original idiom is about filial piety (a virtue of exhibiting love and respect for one's parents, elders, and ancestors) and not brotherhood.

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Rinne: Hey, Niki. There’s something I wanna tell ya since it’s gonna be the end.

We might seriously be in danger.

Niki: Huh? What’s wrong? Why’re you saying that all of a sudden?

…You said “the end”, but this is our ride there. Don’t you mean “the beginning”?

Rinne: No, no. What I’m tryin’ to say is that this situation is weird.

Come on, think about it. They blindfolded us and then shoved us into a bus, a plane and then a helicopter.

This doesn’t sound like a simple overseas shoot at all.

Maybe we unknowingly offended our CosPro boss, so we’re getting buried out in the middle of nowhere. 

Geez, if I knew this was gonna happen, I should’ve said goodbye to my cute lil’ brother. You know what they say: You realise it’s too late by the time you wanna be a good older brother[⁎]!

Niki: How can the entertainment industry be so heartless…? They’re way too cruel! Does this mean we’re not needed anymore!?

I wish they prepared a final meal for us at least. I don’t wanna die on an empty stomach~!

Kohaku: You two are overreactin’. We’re just headin’ to our next shoot.

We simply received an offer to appear in a variety show that’s similar to “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth”, since it seems it was unexpectedly popular, and people enjoyed seein’ us do ridiculous things.

I bet they’re schemin’ because they wanna make us do somethin’ similar…

Rinne: Woah~ Looks like we’ve got a little bee who can’t read the room!

The super entertaining Rinne-kun was just trying to put on a good show~ I did all that to trick Niki and now my hard work’s gone down the drain.

Niki: What? All that pessimistic stuff you said earlier was a lie!?

I can’t believe you tricked me! If you’re gonna make fun of people like that, then you’re just gonna die a worthless death, you hear!

HiMERU: Amagi, Shiina, Oukawa. Can you three be quiet for a moment?

I’d like to rest while I can. If this is going to be a repeat of “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth”, then it’s surely going to be another stamina test.

We should preserve our energy as much as we can while we’re on the move. That’s the secret to working successfully.

Kohaku: HiMERU-han, you’re adaptin’ to the situation right away.

HiMERU: But, of course. HiMERU would like to resolve everything in a smart and resourceful manner.

Had I not been kidnapped by Amagi, I would have loved to be away, doing my own solo work.

Rinne: Things don’t work out like that in the real world, ya know ♪ We’re in the same unit – and that means we’ll ride and die together ♪

Niki: You really bring bad luck wherever you go, Rinne-kun.

Anyway, I’m glad we’re not gonna die.

Come to think of it, they checked our passports when we got on the plane here. I’ll be fine as long as I get to eat a bunch of local specialties~♪

Kohaku: All you have on your mind is food, huh, Niki-han.

I’d like to rest once we land, but…

Hmm?

Niki: What’s wrong, Kohaku-chan? Did you spot a delicious-looking animal or something?

Kohaku: No. Look over there.

There’s some sort of big banner on the ground.

Niki: “COME HERE”...? What does that mean?

HiMERU: Hmm. Apparently, the pilot says that it's supposed to be “used as a landing pad”.

Rinne: “Used as a landing pad”...? Sounds like something for parachuting.

So that means the real stuff is coming up, right? Alright, we’ve done a lotta different stuff, but parachuting will be a first!

I accept the challenge, so follow me, you guys ♪

Niki: Ah, wait a minute, Rinne-kun! Don’t start putting the parachuting equipment on!

I’m not mentally ready to jump off just yet!

Rinne: Details come later!

Come on, the instructor’s tellin’ us to hurry up too!

Niki: What? Those people weren’t here to film us, but they’re here to help us with the parachute!?

Rinne: I can flyyyy…☆

Niki: Rinne-kun! He just jumped off without listening to what I had to say!

His arrogance knows no bounds. Should we talk to the pilot and ask them to drop us off somewhere closer?

Kohaku: Ko ko ko. This is my first time parachuting as well ♪

It’ll be a valuable experience. If we can’t say no, then all that’s left is to give it a go and jump ♪

Niki: Not you too, Kohaku-chan!?

HiMERU: Stop looking so surprised, Shiina. You should put on your parachuting equipment.

It seems we don’t have a choice yet again. I think it would be wise to do what the show wants us to do instead of prolonging the conversation.

Niki: What? You’re gonna jump off too, HiMERU-kun?

I don’t wanna use my calories to do something like parachuting… Oh, geez. I guess I don’t have a choice, huh~

Okay. I just have to do it, don’t I!?

In exchange, they better let me have a taste of the delicious local specialties here!

I can flyyyy…!

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[acheronist]

woah it seems like i missed the first eleven words of your post but in spite of that would it be okay if i asked about what you think thomas armitage and henry peglar spent four years doing while they were sailing around the equator on the gannet together

LET THE RECORD SHOW THAT IT IS THE YEAR IS 1834. it's also early april. cool and crisp but sunny one could assume. we are boarding the hms gannet (an 18 gun brig-sloop), and we are signed on for four years, sailing across the atlantic and then working in service of the british navy in north america + the west indies. henry peter peglar was born in 1812 and is at this point twenty two years of age. thomas middlename armitage is born in 1805 . much less information about thomas is readily available to me so we're really entering crazygirl speculation, but we know he's at least 28 but probably closer to 29. i love it when the least problematic thing about a couple is their age difference.

i don't know what thomas was up to, besides allegedly being married for eight years and having some kids and then fucking off to the navy instead of being a father (closeted deadbeat dad backstory? married young just to appease family backstory? lavender marriage backstory?) but in the last few year before this henry had: worked under a captain who was notorious for lashing his men, said Yikes this guy sucks i don't want to be lashed, wrote for a discharge, got on a new boat. new boat was captained by the same crazed captain as before, so he bailed again, and ended up on a ship he'd previously been on before, and then got lashed for being drunk and mutinous under the old-new captain anyways. my poor boy. the takeaway from this is when he's getting onto the gannet as captain of the foretop, his shoulders are covered in barely healed over scars.

good news is tho he got a promotion!!!! a few, technically!! henry's captain of the foretop, now, and likely spends his days up in the ropes and rigging, climbing around and fixing the sails. he's good at this and does an excellent job. this is also his first time as a senior petty officer aboard a ship, plus he was acting as coxswain AND working gunner crew when necessary. (shoutout to his childhood in his dad's gunsmithing workshop)

thomas armitage is rated as an AB right now iirc, and with only so many men aboard, surely their paths must begin to cross. thomas has got a pretty good coverstory of Marriage, but henry's never had any romantic affairs recorded thus far and has been pretty career focused for most of his life so far as far as i can tell. oh you've been in the navy since puberty? mm. mhm. okay.

well anyways no one would blink twice at some fellow crewmates who run in the same social circles sharing a meal every now and then. lots of people do that. and henry likes to write, has always liked to write and keep a journal! the atlantic is clear and beautiful but to make good pace, henry doesn't get the time to write until late into the evenings. men aboard see him writing constantly in his spare time, and he gets a reputation for it. once, maybe during a meal, the ships boys nervously ask him if he'd mind helping them with their letters. he laughs and says his spellings not very good, he's not much of a teacher, always been a sailor, but he'll help of course, if they'd like that. thomas can't help but overhear and remembers how it felt to sign his marriage certificate to cecelia with an X, not even able to scratch his own name out across the line. maybe that was better though, he hadn't really signed anything, and it felt like he wasn't truly tied to her, not in a way that was real. marriage consummated, sure, but he didn't know his children. wasn't in their lives. much preferred the company of his fellow sailors, the ease and routine of a crowded ship. sent most of his money home, of course, and never saw them. couldn't send any letters home, couldn't read any letters that managed to reach him, either.

still, if someone aboard was offering to teach, maybe it'd be worthwhile to speak to him more. try and learn. so he strikes up a friendship with mr. peglar. easy easy easy. he's funny, he's clever. gets silly after too much drink, freckles easily under the clear sunlight, works hard and his company is pleasant. he's strong and competent and good at his job-- jobs-- and there's not much to dislike about him. lots of men like him, but even on the hottest days as they sail south, when men strip down to their skins, henry still walks about the decks with his shirt buttoned all the way up. it's a nice thing to see-- thomas has always appreciated it when a shirt is well worn. when a uniform is respected and kept in order. you understand, of course.

so maybe, on a quiet night, one where henry's lingering up in the crow's nest with his pages again, tom gets the nerve to climb up. scares the hell of out henry on accident, and they both laugh it off. make room for each other in the cramped space. talk about the view, the waves and how they stretch out to the horizon, clear and gorgeous. tom hadn't realized the height would make such a difference. henry agrees, explains its part of why he likes to hide up in the heights of the ropes so often. they talk, and talk, and talk until the stars come out. tom doesn't even remember that he crawled up the ropes in the first place to ask henry if he could teach him to write, not until theyre both down on deck and henry's folded his pencil and papers away.

anyways... henry's often busy-- working. always working. its hard to pin him down but thomas begins to seek him out. gets scant minutes of each day to grip his shoulder, friendly-- NORMAL-- and smile. talk. nothing salacious-- of course not, one has to be careful aboard ships lest he wants rumors to start. but still. when henry begins seeking him out as well, it's a good feeling. sometimes the sun shines so bright and thomas gets to crane his neck up, picking out henry's dark silhouette against the blue sky and gets a few seconds to watch him work in the rigging.

and finally the ship gets a land break. a short one, mind, but a break nonetheless. the ship's docked in trinidad, henry practically begs thomas to join him off to a party. friends of someone on board throwing the whole thing over on the beachfront. spoke awful loud about it that morning, so it's not quite an open invitation, but seems informal enough that if they arrive at the right time, no one will notice they hadn't been properly invited. thomas wasn't expected to get drunk under the table like this, but apparently henry's much better at handling his alcohol, and its late-- or very early, depending-- when they finally stumble back out to the beach. its cooler out here and its lovely-- dark and salty and sweet and exotic. thomas hadn't ever been to a party like this. he has to twist his fingers into henry's shirt collar to keep upright, and maybe that's the first time he properly notices the lines of scars peeking out from below the collar. wouldn't ever see them if he hadn't pulled henry's shirt out of sorts while they stumbled over the sand-- giggling like boys and splashing barefoot along the shoreline before they returned to the gannet. and thomas wouldn't bring it up no no no that's far too forward especially because it wasn't something he was meant to see anyways but he keeps it in mind. he keeps it sooo in mind he kind of begins to suck at his job once daylight and the hangover hit him because all he can focus on is wondering how far down henry's back the scars go. what he could have possibly done to be lashed in the first place.

so he doesn't ask. he doesn't ask and he doesn't think about it, just struggles through the alphabet that henry has him copying down and thomas kind of hates himself but he copies his shaky letters down and does his job and keeps a nice distance but still... if he takes every meal with henry across the table then that's fine. they have to go over thomas's terrible alphabet practices and have a billion other things to talk about .

and the gannet moves along, so does thomas. so does henry. and its all well until the ships docks again-- cumana this time, and some men get permission to leave the ship. they'll be back on the sea again for a long while after this so the officers aboard allow it and henry just wants to walk so thomas is fine to walk with him. and it wasn't like they'd planned to find a party again, this just seems to be a joyful part of the world. and it's hosted by some americans this time, so they don't even need to struggle with the language barrier too badly! and thomas tries not to drink so much, wants to be there to take care of henry this time. and stays in the back a bit-- watches henry become best of friends with these strangers and he sings and dances alongside them, and isn't it nice how his face lights up when he spots thomas still there against the wall, so unabashedly pleased that he'd not disappeared while henry hadn't been paying attention!! and well maybe henry stumbles out of the crowd and pulls thomas into the thick of it, his hands all warm from the weather here and calloused from work and a bit sticky from spilled drinks, and brings thomas into the crowd to dance. and gets thomas to sing too because when everyone else is loud, no one really notices them specifically, and its okayyy its okay! its okay. theyre nobody here, it barely matters. just come dance. and thomas does follow after him and he does sing and he does dance. and they rent a room for a few hours before anyone notices they've not made it back to the gannet yet, and thomas gets to peel henry out of his clothes and do up every single button again after, like they'd never been undone in the first place. glances around the room one last time, and couldn't believe henry nearly left his wallet on the bureau top-- tucked it back into henry's pockets himself before they left minutes apart to avoid suspicion. but they got away with it which is THRILLING. and they keep on like this-- a cycle of working with their heads down and indulging away from the ship when they could manage it. halfheartedly teaching thomas his letters, which never quite sticks but that's alright, and seeing the sights and wonders every day, side by side, seeing the turtles swim slowly by and basking together in the heat and excitement of a new place with a strong sense of anonymity.

and its two and a half more years of this, of catching each other's eye between the ropes and Knowing it'll never last, things like this never do, but isn't it nice to have it now? and it's two and a half more years of this, and thomas does get to see the long, gnarled scars that trace down over henry's shoulders and spine, once, twice, three times, more and more until he begins to lose track. and its two and a half more years of secreting affections away up in the crows nest at strange hours when no one would notice. and its two and a half more days until they both get their discharges and the gannet docks again at sheerness and they hadn't talked about it, about what's next, because isn't it obvious? there's nothing next. this wasn't more than an affair, but it was a lovely one. it might even be one that hurts forever.

and it's february 1838 when they meet up at a pub in kent-- thomas kissed cecelia's cheek before he'd and said he was off for a pint with a friend-- and it's in a crowded pub when henry has to lean in across the table to tell him he's signed onto hms temeraire, just because he can't bear to stay in one spot. not anymore, loves the sea far too much to be on shore for very long. and thomas has to tell him that's good-- that's best for him. has to tell him to be careful in the ropes, he won't be there to watch out for him this time. and henry knows better than to ask if there's an address he could write to-- thomas wouldn't give that, and thomas wouldn't be able to write back either way. he'd still never gotten the hang of making his letters blend together gracefully into words, not in the way that henry always could. so they shake hands, fingers digging in a little bit too tightly, until they let go and that's all. thomas armitage and henry peglar go on their separate ways, resigned to the fact that they'll likely never see each other again.

and its seven years until they DO see each other again, running into each other, completely unexpected. isn't it so odd? isn't it so funny how things work out like that? do you think fate's real? well it must be, surely the navy's bigger than this to just be happenstance. they both needed jobs again at the same time, is all. heard the same rumors about john franklin's arctic expedition, whispers of optimism trickling down to even the most common gossiping circles of sailors. both couldn't resist the idea of it. both walked the chatham dockyard with their things in tow, keeping an eye out for hms terror, talking again as if no time had passed, about what to expect from the sandwich islands, if it'd be at all like the west indies... and well, they might be, once they make it that far.

who can really say, though. they're older this time. it'd be different, surely. maybe it'd just be best to be pleased for a friendship-- a more steady, meaningful companionship as they got through the passage. who can say. who could know.

[storysprite]

Resplendor of the Gods - Gloria Matri. Gloria Filio. In Saecula Saeculorum.

About Resplendor:

(Part 1 of 3)

The anniversary of Raiden Makoto's death was for Ei the most painful time of any year. A reminder of when, as far as Ei is concerned, Inazuma lost its true light. Of which, in her mind, she is only a shadow.

It did not help matters that her son was also first awakened on the anniversary of this tragic day, which to Ei was a foreboding sign.

For this reason, she had at first not released to the public the divine name of her firstborn. As though to shelter it and therefore her son from the fate of the world.

It was not until she realised that on the worst of days, and through any pain her son felt, that Ei's smile was able to restore life and light to his countenance. That to her son, she was not merely a shadow. But the very light of his life.

As such, on one particular anniversary of Makoto's death and the celebration of the boy's life, the Narukami chose to reveal to her son a divine secret.

"Resplendor?" asked the young lad, sitting at the table of Tenshukaku's secluded garden which overlooked the whole of Inazuma City.

"That is correct," said Ei setting down a plate of homemade Tamago Kake Gohan. She smiled seeing that her son no longer recoiled at the sight of her cooking. A sure sign of improvement ever since taking lessons from her familiar Yae Miko.

"You mean light?" asked the boy chomping down his rice, just before correcting himself with a 'sorry' for talking with his mouthful.

Ei reached across the table and gave him a gentle pat on the head in acknowledgement of his ever-growing sense of etiquette.

Then she answered him: "Resplendor is more than light. That's just how most in the mortal world see it before they get to understand what it is. If ever."

The boy finished his third bite and then asked, "So what is it then?"

"Resplendor is the Poetry of Life made manifest," answered Ei.

"The Poetry of Life?"

"The Poetry of Life is the enchantment born of what the world is and how we experience it. A power at the very cusp of reality that rests in between life and lore. Dreaming and waking. Truth and tale," said Ei. "It lives in the love of two infatuated young people who can't help but see the other as perfect. And the love between those who've been together for years, who see each other's flaws as part of the tapestry of their life together and delight in the beauty of a bigger picture.

"It lives in the toy that to others is just one among many. But to a child, it's an irreplaceable gift given by their parent. The Poetry of Life lives in the legends people cling to that are more important than the events they recount. You experience it all the time without realising it.

“Resplendor is the power of Gods to experience this sublime poetry as a real world in and of itself. To see and experience parts of reality in a way mortals can't. But also to bring parts of that bountiful realm into the world to beautify reality and bring about new works on the tapestry of fate. That's why stories of the Gods and their powers sound so mystical. The stories themselves are a part of that Resplendor. And the divine light mortals often see is the most accessible form it can visually take."

(Part 2 of 3)

In awe of his mother's sayings, perhaps captured by the Resplendor of the moment the boy had long forgotten his meal and sat spoon in hand lingering on her every word.

"Woah," he finally managed to say. Ei smiled. Had this been any other child she would have imagined that her words had gone over their head.

But her son was a bright boy who had more 'whys' on his lips than the number of Sakura petals in all of Inazuma. And each answer he got would normally be followed by a question more complex or insightful than the ones before.

"Can every God use Resplendor?" he asked.

"In other words, is this something you can use now. But I'm going to tell you to wait till you're older. But you're going to try anyway and then hurt yourself and I'm going to have to ground you over and over because getting hurt the first time won't be enough to stop you trying again?" asked Ei.

The boy held a serious face for a few seconds. But the mask quickly slipped as he left out a sly smirk.

"Using Resplendor can occur naturally. But most of the time deliberate use takes years of practice," said Ei.

"Do you use it a lot?" asked the boy.

"I use it more now since you've been born. But in the past, that was my Raiden Makoto's area of focus. And we still see it today reflected in the beauty of this land, its people and culture," said Ei. "But using Resplendor saps from the same kind of divine life that Gods pour into the more commonly known manifestations of power. Particularly the kind you see in battle. As a seasoned warrior who has spent much of her life in defence of Inazuma against outside threats, my divine power has turned more towards manifesting this kind of force in the real world than going into and drawing from the realm of Resplendor."

The boy looked confused. "But there are plenty of warrior Gods who have stories filled with Resplendor or mystical powers. You as well," said the boy.

"Yes but these types of Gods tend to have less of them than other Gods," answered his mother. "And their Resplendor tends to manifest in the heat of battle. Which has its unique flavour of glory. But it's the kind that if you indulge in too much without the right heart, will lead to that deity having a Resplendor that tends more towards pure terror than awe. Darkness rather than light.

The dark and tainted glory of monsters, malovent spirits and beasts of the deep. Which is why Gods who don't focus on battle, tend to have a Resplendor that are more... uplifting."

"Like Uncle Venti or Aunt Nahida," said the boy.

"Exactly," answered his mother. "But for Venti often that's just him being jolly after a few drinks, rather than Resplendor. Although... it may be a unique sort of his own making."

(Part 3 of 3)

The two shared a laugh in the garden, warmed by the rising sun which heralded the dawn of day as bright as their smiles.

But soon after, the brightness on Ei's face dimmed down to a more sombre tone.

"So later on..." she started. "When we get our royal portrait done, you'll be able to use it in the future to recapture the Resplendor of our time spent on this day. A lovely Memento should the time come when I'm no longer around."

"Erosion..." said the boy with a heavy heart. He lifted his head towards the sky and narrowed his eyes with disgust at the island floating far above them.

"Yes," said Ei. "It seems that Erosion is a dark Resplendor cast upon the world by The One Who Came."

"Can't you cast it off with your Resplendor?" her son asked, desperate for any sign of hope on her face.

"Perhaps... If I cut myself off as much as I can from the throne of the heavens, forsook the mortal realm entirely and secluded myself for ages to come in deep meditation then there is a chance that this might be achieved," said Ei. "But the chances are slim and should they be altered of this because I made a mistake by not being detached enough, Inazumans are the ones who will face a most terrible curse just like... No.

“My heart is too close to the world for me to achieve it. Were I still grieving Makoto perhaps I'd find the strength to do so. But... Now... I have you."

The boy did not look comforted by these words.

"So it's my fault that you can't get stronger?" he whimpered.

"Fault?" said Ei. Immediately she rushed to his side and took him into her embrace.

"You are no fault," she said. "I have willingly poured into you the best of my Resplendors. That you may grow and nurture it and one day be free from the power of the One Who Came. That is my desire. For you to be happy and free. And to my surprise, I discovered that by giving myself up for you in this way, I have poured a Resplendor that transcends the laws of this world and planted within you the seeds of your redemption. And perhaps of Inazuma and all of Teyvat as well. You are no fault, my dear boy. If anything, you are my strength. And perhaps one day you will find others in like spirit as yourself."

"Don't worry Mother," said the boy, taking his turn to pat her on the head for once. "I'll help save you and all of Teyvat. Then we can be together forever."

Ei smiled at her dear and precious son. "Of that," she said. "I have no doubt.”

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Here it is, read and enjoy. I love hearing from you so please drop a comment if you like.

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Swearing, vomiting... i think that's it?

Made of Glass

Chapter twelve: Is this Comfort?

If Bernadette Coldwell never vomited again, she would die a happy woman. 

The second Easy started running with bellies full of the Italian adjacent meal, the gagging and heaving began. Not long into the three miles up and several men couldn't hold it back any longer and emptied the contents of their stomachs. 

The sight of the men hurling and smell of their partially digested food festering in the Georgian heat is what got Birdie tossing her cookies down the front of her white shirt. 

She didn't even stop to wipe her face, she could feel another bout of spew rising up her chest, so why bother? 

The most degrading thing about it was having to stand outside the men's showers, covered in her own throw up, and wait for Johnny to be done cleaning himself so she could do the same. 

Birdie sat on the floor, leaning against the building. Her clean clothes and towel were wrapped up in her arms as she questioned why she enlisted and how she got to this point in her life. 

That's how Martin found her, contemplating her existence and sulking about the way they had spent the afternoon. She got up wordlessly and dragged herself to the women's showers. He followed her and stood guard outside so she could rid herself of the brutal stench. 

Not many actually ate the food served to them at dinner, most picked at it but with all the achy tummies and sore throats, the food was wasted. 

“Why do I feel hungover?” Birdie mumbled, voice croaky and weak. She had her head resting on Toye’s shoulder, who looped an arm around her torso to help prop her up. 

“Hey, how old are you, Birdie?” George questioned, pushing the food around on his plate. 

“19.” She responded, she had her eyes closed, the sick feeling hadn’t quite left her system. 

“So... how do you know what a hangover feels like?” Luz grinned, watching as the girl's eyes flashed wide, and she sat up a little straighter. Her mouth opened and gaped like a fish, but no explanation came out. 

Toye laughed at her reaction and unwrapped his limb from around her, teasingly patted her thigh. She’d been called out for underage drink and oddly enough her first instinct was to look over at the three Sergeants who had been babysitting her to see if they had heard.  

Lipton, Martin and Bull continued their own conversation blissfully unaware, and Birdie felt weirdly relieved. 

As the mess hall vacated, Johnny took his place at Birdie's side, ready to walk her to her barracks. Martin opened his mouth with the intention of checking on the girl, but he was interrupted. 

“Hey- woah! You look like shit.” It was the male Coldwell, jumping out from around the corner and making Birdie flinch. 

“Oh, hush your mouth. I've had a helluva day.” Her voice was scratchy and tired. She didn't really want to deal with her high energy brother, but she was happy to see him, nonetheless. 

“Wanna tell me about it?” He offered, eyes flicking to Martin, who stood back watching the siblings with much interest. Johnny understood his silent implication; asking him to leave the family members alone and so did Birdie, so she spoke up, mediating between the two virtual strangers. 

“James'll walk me back, you're free to go.” Her lips were curved into a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, she was feeling the effects of the day. Johnny didn't argue, he trusted Birdie's own flesh and blood to look after her and his own bed was calling to him. He double checked with her, just to be sure, and when she nodded, he set off. 

“So... Tough day, huh?” James shot his sister a side glance, watching as she sighed and allowed her shoulder to sag. He wrapped his arm around her and took lead in their stroll, letting her put her weight on him. 

They wandered in the direction of Birdie's barracks, linked at their arms. Bernadette vented to her brother, they had always been best friends and shared everything. Most people confused them as twins since the age gap between them was so small. 

Birdie had no tears left, her exhaustion had drained them out of her, so when she told him all the details of the dark events, she kept a straight face. James had frozen in place, paying attention to his baby sister. Their arms unhooked and Birdie took a step away from James, she still felt the guilt and wanted space to speak without his hands on her. 

James was shocked to learn his sister had almost been attacked and it only solidified his idea. He wanted her to pack up and leave, go back home and live her life the right way. He told her she shouldn't have come to Camp Toccoa and tried to reason that she could have easily been in Harriet's place. He was worried for her and the last thing he wanted was to see his little sister in a hospital bed... or worse. 

Each word stoked the growing fire in Birdie's heart, she was equal parts hurt and pissed off. She let his words hang in the stale air, the tension between the siblings was palpable. Bernadette brewed, listening to him go on about her giving up and how much safer she would be at home. 

“I wrote Ma and Pa and-” 

“You what?” She couldn't hold it back anymore, that was the last straw. She had heard enough of his doubts and could not bear to stand there and listen to him yap any longer. 

“I expected that from every other man here... but not you.” Birdie shook her head, disappointed and frustrated, “You are meant to be on my side....” She put more distance between them, stepping back. James softened at the look he gave her, broken and uncertain. His intention wasn't to upset her, he wanted her to at least consider the option of bowing out gracefully. 

“Birdie...” He reached out his hand to comfort her, but she stepped back further. The distrust she felt for him was visible in her stance and he saw it clearly. 

“Don't....” Bernadette spat, turning her back to him and walking away, leaving him solo on the dirt path where they once stood together, arm in arm. 

The building that housed the women's toilets came into Birdie’s view and she ducked into it, needed to splash some water in her face. The moment she was alone with four walls encompassing her, she broke down. Her brothers' words had cut her deep and the tears were back, flowing freely once again. 

Birdie took a moment to focus on drawing breath but was interrupted by heavy footsteps outside. She halted all movements, keeping quiet to listen and see if the person was coming or going. 

They stopped just outside the entry door, Birdie's stomach dropped. It was dark outside, and no one knew she was here, she had sent Johnny away and left her sibling and now she was alone. 

Well not completely alone, an unknown being was standing right outside, waiting for her. 

“Is someone out there?” Bernadette called out the door, her voice was still wavering from the spilt tears and now her anxiety was rising, adding fear to her already wobbly tone.   

“It’s Joe…. Uh Liebgott.”  

“Oh…?” The concern was replaced with confusion, why was he here? 

She stepped out into the dark night air and immediately spotted the man. His shoulder leaned against the side of the building, and he had a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“Where’s your shadow?” He asked her, the smoke twirled upwards and dispersed into nothing.  

“Oh I- I gave him the night off…” It was her awkward attempt at humour. Liebgott was the last person she was expected to see, especially now with tear stains on her cheeks and the red puffy eyes that accompanied them.  

“I know Johnny wouldn’t’ve left you so easy.” Liebgott wasn’t being mean or snarky, he could see she was upset, and it threw him off.  

“Yeah, I was… I was with my brother…” Birdie watched as he smoothly slid out his pack of smokes like it was a practiced movement, he held it out towards her.  

“Ah the infamous brother, heard about that.” He paused, his eyes followed Birdie's hands, her slim fingers tugged a single cigarette out and brought it to her lips.  

“So what? He left you out here?” Lieb switched the cartoon for a lighter. Flicking it open, Joe eyed the woman in front of him, she leaned her head down until the flames tickled the end of her cigarette. Inhaling to aid the lighting process, she looked up at him through her lashes, to let him know he could pocket his lighter once more.  

“Ye-No, I left him…. We- We had a fight…” The smoke was exhaled in tandem of the words.  

“Oh….” Liebgott wasn’t sure what to say at this point, was he supposed to comfort her? “Uh...Did- I mean…. Did you want to, like, talk? About it?” He felt like smacking his palm to his forehead.  

“I don’t know… not really….”  

Silence.  

“What-” Birdie began to speak at the same time Joe opened his mouth and uttered: “Are you-”  

“You go first.” Joe had spoken so quickly he wasn’t sure if she heard him. Again, he wanted to hit his head on something, cringing internally. Why was he being so weird, and why couldn’t he stop it?  

“What am I doing here, Liebgott?” Her words were whispered, she sounded so unsure of herself.  

Quiet. What was he meant to do in this situation?  

“He told me to go home. That I don’t belong here.  And I’m starting to wonder… if he’s right…” She explained further, her words trailed off and her stare glazed over.  

Birdie inhaled the smoke far into her lungs, she wasn’t expecting Joe to respond. She doubted he even cared. She would finish her cigarette and head off to her barracks and pretend this never happened.  

“Fuck that.” Joe sounded angry? Upset? Maybe a little annoyed? 

“What?” She had heard him; it was just an instant response.  

“Your brother sounds like an asshole.”  

“Excuse me?!” Birdie's brows rose as high as they could. Normally she would defend her brother with everything she had, she decided to let this one slide, maybe Lieb would explain himself and maybe it would make sense.  

“I just mean- if he said that to you… instead of like, I don’t know, supporting you.”  

Stunned silence. 

He had hit the nail on the head. Bernadette had found herself thinking that exact thought: her own brother should’ve been supporting her. Lieb was right.  

Now she knows she is losing her mind, Lieb was right?! What is happening?  

“He’s wrong, ya know? You shouldn’t go home. You deserve to be here, just like everyone else- MORE than everyone else. You’re a tough gal.”  

More stunned silence.  

“Look it’s not my place to say but; don’t go home. You’d regret it.” Joe finished off his cigarette and dropped it to the patch of dirt they stood on, smushing the ember with his boot.  

“Why-…. Why are you being so nice to me? I- I thought…. you hated me?” Birdie was floored. Was this the same Liebgott she knew? The same one who made bitchy comments every time she walked in the room? The same guy who rolled his eyes every time she breathed?  

“I don’t hate you, Coldwell.” His voice was surprisingly gentle.  

“Really? Coulda fooled me.” Birdie snubbed out her own cigarette the same way he did, her eyes stayed glued to the crumpled butt she’d flattened into the ground.  

“I don’t….” Joe whispered. She heard him, but now both people couldn’t look each other in the eye so she pretended she hadn’t. Lieb stared off where mount Currahee would be seen in the daytime, he squinted his eyes imagining he could see it and slowly the outline came into view. Maybe his brain was just connecting the dots, he knew it was there, he knew what it looked like.  

Birdie examined the hard dirt beneath her boots. It had patches of grass dotted in that eventually connected and widened into a field. The brown earth was the most interesting thing she’d seen in her life, and she found herself mesmerized by the pattern of jagged cracks that flowed through. Her eyes followed one line in particular until it was lost under the layer of vegetation.  

Liebgott cleared his throat, gaining her attention.  

“I’ll- Uh… You shouldn’t be out here without a chaperone, ya know?” Joe was rubbing the back of his neck; he didn’t quite have the right words.  

“Walk me?” She prompted, but she didn’t wait for his answer. She just started walking, knowing she would hear his footsteps behind her. 

A/N: Okay well, in case you hadn't realised by now, this story is in fact; a Liebgott/Birdie rivals or slight enemies to lovers!! Surprise! And maybe the slow burn isn't as slow as I thought lol

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter thirteen

[basically-a-god]

Lore Week Day 3!

Chapter 3- 13 years old

I stepped into the dark alleyway, checking my surroundings before letting out a breath. I walked further into it, letting out a breath as I dropped my backpack to the ground and sat against a wall. I unzipped my backpack, grabbing out an apple I’d stolen earlier today. I grabbed my trusty pocket knife that I’d taken from some old creep in a casino ages ago and quickly started slicing it. I might be homeless but I still had some manners. 

I kept a tight grip on the blade as I grabbed a slice with my other hand. I was about to take a bite before I heard steps coming. I straightened, immediately holding my knife up higher as I looked around. There- to my right I could see someone walking over to me, but it was too dark to see anything but a faint outline. I stepped up, my small meal forgotten. “What do you want?” I snapped, refusing to let my voice tremble. 

The silhouette came closer, showing me just enough to reveal it was a man. I stepped back. Oh shit- out of all the types of people to see in a dark alley, this was not my first pick. “Go away, seriously.” I said, holding the knife up higher. “Woah, chill- I’m not going to hurt you.” I blinked in confusion. His voice was different than I expected, smoother than the ruff voices I was used to, and I could practically hear the fear in his voice. 

I hesitantly stepped closer, still ready to hurt him if I needed to. I squinted my eyes, trying to see him better. He looked about my age, and was a few inches taller than me. “I’m really sorry girl, I just wanted to ask for some food.” He walked closer, pointing to where my backpack and untouched apple were sitting. I crossed my arms. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m sort of low on supplies.” I lied. 

I had enough food to share with this guy, but I didn’t trust him not to kidnap me and sell me on the black market. “Are you sure? It looked like you had plenty of food 3 minutes ago.” He said, and I could see him cross his arms. “It’s a no, buddy. Get out of here.” I said, using my irritation to hide the tremor in my voice. “I swear I’m not going to kidnap you or whatever you’re thinking.” He said, and I could hear the pleading in his voice. 

Damn this dude was persistent. “Fine.” I sighed, sitting back down by my backpack, but I kept a death grip on my blade. “One wrong move-“ I started. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” The boy said, sitting down across from me so that I could actually see him. Woah.

His light brown hair was a little greasy, but I had a feeling it looked better once it was washed. His brown eyes were gorgeous, a sweet chocolate brown. He immediately looked more trust worthy. I blinked a few times, trying to make sure he actually looked like that and not the dirty creep I was expecting. Once I confirmed he was in fact real, I noticed his expression. He was looking at me in shock, or maybe disbelief. 

“Uh- I have some ritz crackers too.” I said, quickly rummaging through my backpack and handing him a sleeve of the crackers. “Thank you.” He said, quickly eating them all. I watched him for a moment before I remembered the growing hunger in my stomach and I awkwardly started to eat my apple. “So have you been on the streets for a while?” He asked after swallowing. I shrugged. “Not really. Just like, four months.” He whistled. “Damn. I’ve only been here for like- two weeks.” 

He told me. I was curious to why he was homeless, but I didn’t wonder to ask him and then have him want me to explain my backstory. So I nodded and took another bite. “You’re the only person I’ve met that’s around my age so far.” He pointed out. “And the only one who’s been willing to help me. I shrugged. “I’ll help anyone who isn’t trying to kill me.”

 He chuckled, before smiling as if he got an idea. “You know, we’re two homeless teenagers who don’t want to kill each other, that’s pretty rare. Maybe we could work together?” He gave me a grin and all logic went out the window. “Yeah, that would be.. smart.” I said, quickly nodded. His grin widened and I swear my heart was going to explode. “Well then, new partner in crime,” He held out his hand. “The names Lucas. And you are?” A smile tugged at my lips as I shook my hand. “Robin.”

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CHAPTER 2:

Tag(s): fluff, story building, daily life, wholesome moments

After Unity arrived at their home, their leader and his girlfriend were still engrossed in their little world, the lovebirds' conversation continued for nearly three hours, something that was nothing new to his brothers and sisters. Although both Rehn and Rosé kept talking that night, Rehn and the members still proceeded with their housework as usual. When the housework was completed, the group had a family meal together in front of the TV and reviewed their memorable moments.

"Man, I'm so burned out, it's hard to believe that five years have passed since our debut. Wow, now that I think back, back then I couldn't even imagine how far we could go. Back in the old days as trainees, we only focused on practicing to the point we almost forgot everything." - Damian

"For real for real, bro, there were times when I really felt teary. The trainees who had gone through trials with us and shared the ups and downs with us, I don't know how they are doing now?" - Sirene

"That's right, I thought the same as Si-young, those times when we received periodic assessments and then we had to bid goodbye to a lot of trainees we were very close to." - Yuki

"Do you still remember the lyrics of my first rap song with Ivy? Yeah, I've always wondered if everything that ever happened in my life, my achievements, were they happened because of my choice, fate, or both. I wanted to share, but then I realized that this ain't got a Redo button in our real-life game, unlike cat mythology, we only have one life, therefore we have to seize every opportunity we get. Bottom line, we can feel sorry for them, but we also have to take care of ourselves. Cruel but true." - Rehn

"Well, that is life, if we hadn't gone through those things, we wouldn't be able to survive and thrive to where we are now. Furthermore, it's not just you guys who have to experience sadness. Interns have to experience overwhelming sensations of disappointment when they find out they have been eliminated, there are also those who have to endure academic pressure, those who are rejected when applying for jobs, etc. The position that we have worked so hard to achieve to become who we are now is not meant for everyone, I think the same is applied to us. We were just trainees who had to go through competency assessments and requirements and hope that we would be chosen." - Ivy

“Woah, those words of you two hit harder than Mike Tyson.”- Baekgi

“But still can't beat Chuck Norris even when he is not in his prime.”- Rehn

“Hahh.”- Damian

“These kids still have a lot to learn.” - Rehn whispered into Ivy's ear

“Yeah.” - Ivy

The next morning, most of Unity's members went out for different recreational purposes, and only their leader chose to stay home to review his work. Rehn was not only the leader or rapper of the group, he and Ivy also had to take care of crucial tasks such as composing music, writing lyrics, and sometimes even charting the future direction of the group.

Before starting the main work, Rehn had to get his workout done. One thing that many of Unity's friends in the industry knew well was that all six members usually work out with high intensity. Although morning was not the ideal time to exercise for many people, for Rehn, "If an unconventional approach can help you work well, why don't you do it?".

The clock struck nine in the morning and it was time for Rehn to start carrying out the tasks he had set for today. Rehn poured himself a cup of iced coffee and started with one of the typical things a music producer had to do which was listen to your composition over and over again and make edits until you are satisfied. Because he was so engrossed in his work, Rehn did not realize that someone was closely observing him from behind. That person slowly walked towards him while he was staring at the laptop screen. That person gently patted Rehn's right shoulder and then the left one while trying to avoid his sight. After being teased like that for a while, Rehn finally stood up and saw his girlfriend who had just returned from a busy schedule.

“Babe, wow, when did you get here? Have you eaten anything yet?” - Rehn immediately checked on Rosé's health

“Hihihi, after landing I came here as fast as I could. I asked the other three to go home first because I miss you so much.” - Rosé pouted and said

It was that expression again, that aegyo that every time it appeared made Rehn feel extremely lucky to have a woman like Rosé in his life.

“Eat? Can you make banh mi for me? Oh, and an egg coffee, please. While I was working, I kept thinking about the dishes you made.” - Rosé

“Oh my gawddd, lucky for you we still have some in stock enough to make it. Wait a damn minute, don't you need to avoid that?” - Rehn

“Come on, make me a cup, I had to cut coffee out of my diet during the schedule, do it, please. It's your fault for making me so addicted to that delicious beverage” - Rosé

“It's not just the coffee but the eggs too, babe. There are raw egg yolks in it. Except for the eggs in between my legs, the eggs we often use are unpasteurized.” - Rehn

“Yahhhhh! Hahaha. Iced milk coffee then!"” - Rosé

“Haizzzz, ok, follow me.” - Rehn

“Yay, love you, honey!” - Rosé

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The Conjuring House Part 3

//So, I know a lot of people might get board of the doing the tour and stuff and learning the history of all the haunted places, but I don’t feel like a lot of people know the real story behind The Conjuring House itself and what actually happened. So I am going to do the tour and do the history behind the house for this one. Please bear with me.//

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“Oh, my, God!” [Y/N] shouted. Right in the walkway, was the poster for The Conjuring movie. 

Sam panned across the wall. “Let’s get all the creepy posters in now,” he said. He looked across the hall and saw a painting of The Nun, the ghost that haunted a family in London in The Conjuring 2. 

“Oh my God! That’s perfect! I would not be able to sleep in a house with that!” Sam shouted. He panned the camera around to face the others, getting their reactions as well. 

“My camera just turned itself off.” Amanda said. Everyone looked at her. Amanda was holding a small photography camera. Cory looked at her. 

“Did it?” He asked. Amanda nodded. “Yeah. It’s gonna be bad.” Cory said. Sam turned the camera to look at Cory. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. Cory looked at Amanda and the others. 

“When it starts sucking energy like that, when it starts, they’re already draining batteries and stuff. You’ll have a good night!” Cory said cheerfully. Sam turned the camera towards himself. 

“We just went to the Lizzie Borden house,” Sam said. “And drained three batteries in two hours.” He said. [Y/N] looked over at him and nodded. She looked over at Cory. 

“Have you ever had any mediums come here?” She asked. Cory nodded. 

“All kinds.” He said. 

“What are your experiences with that?” She asked. Cory shrugged. 

“I mean, it’s a mixed package, you know, some feel something, some don’t, you know. Um, the female mediums usually have a harder time here,” he said. [Y/N] and Amanda glanced at each other nervously. “Cause there is a male presence they say there is a male entity. He is very, very old school. Whenever they present themselves to him he’s like, ‘Why are you talking to me? Where are the men?’” He said. [Y/N] nodded. She looked at Amanda. 

“Yay us.” She said, chuckling. Sam looked at Corey. 

“Before we start the tour, could you, just, like, introduce yourself for fans and followers, and stuff like that?” Sam asked. Cory looked at him. He shook his head. 

“No.” 

“Okay.” 

Everyone laughed at the interaction between Sam and Cory. 

“My name’s Cory Heinzen, I am the co-owner of the Conjuring House and have been investigating for about twelve years. I like going for long walks on the beach, and super size my value meals.” He said. Everyone laughed at what Cory said. Colby looked at Cory. 

“If you have any stories of any specific rooms that would be awesome as well, if there’s like, one time, this, table flipped over.” Colby said. Cory nodded. 

“Okay, well, actually, like Jennifer said, for about the first four months,” he pointed to the room behind them. “That room, and this room,” he gestured to the room they were in now. “Were the rooms that we lived in.” Cory said. “I mean, we did use the other rooms, but we stayed in these two rooms for a reason. We just wanted to give them space, and not invade on it.” He said. Colby nodded. 

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He said. Sam looked at Cory. 

“Them?” He asked. Cory looked at him and nodded. 

“Yeah. The day we moved in we had doors opening and closing. Maddie heard growling.” Cory said, explaining the few of multiple encounters they had. [Y/N] looked at Colby in slight shock. Colby took [Y/N]’s hand. “The first night we left this open,” Cory said, gesturing to the door. “We actually had a full bodied shadow figure standing here looking at us.” Cory said. [Y/N]’s eyes widened. 

“Really?” She asked. Cory looked at her and nodded. 

“Yeah. Uh, both me and Jen saw it, which was awesome because that’s a personal experience, we didn’t get it on film, but we both experienced it at the same time.” He said. Sam’s eyes widened. 

“Woah!” 

“And we both can describe it.” He said in reassurance, just in case anyone didn’t believe him. 

“Did it do anything, or did it just stand there?” Sam asked. Cory looked at him.  

“It, it just stood there and I know I saw it, and I’ve seen shadow figures before just not as well defined as this,” Cory said. “I’m sittin’ there staring at it and Jen’s like, ‘What the hell is that?’ She said it out loud and as soon as she said something, it just zipped out of the way real quick. They move really, really quick.” He said. “I mean, this is why we’re here. We’re investigators this is what we want.” He said. 

Sam and Colby were filming as they stood in front of a bookshelf. 

“The real story, the true story that’s not like the movies is a hundred percent, way scarier,” Colby said. He looked at the camera. “We’re gonna tell you what we know about that right now cause we did some research.” He said. Sam looked at the camera. 

“This was called the Arnold Estate, it was a farm house, the same family grew up here, generations lived and died here.” Sam said. 

“Since 1680.” Colby said. Sam nodded. 

“Now fast forward to the 1900′s, the Perron Family, who we’re gonna reference often, bought this house and when they got the keys from the previous owner, the owner literally was like, ‘Yo, keep the lights on, at night, like, it gets scary.” Sam explained. “By the time that they moved out, the Perron Family describe it as portal, secretly disguised as a farm house. But the main haunt to the Perron Family was based on Bathsheba Sherman. Bathsheba was described as a witch in all the movies, which probably means she’s not real,” Sam said. “She is a real person.” He said. Colby nodded. 

“She lived at one point and it was in the 1800′s.” Colby said. 

“She lived right down the street, she was their neighbor.” Sam said. “Now, obviously there’s rumors as to if she was an actual witch or not, but three of her kids never made it to age 7.” Sam said. “Bathsheba Sherman was babysitting this child and in her presence, the child died. The child died from convulsions that was all because there was a puncture wound, on the back of this child’s head.” Sam said. 

“Like a sewing needle.” Colby said. 

“Obviously everyone broke out like, ‘Oh God, this Bathsheba girl is a murderer, she went to trial but she got acquitted. But the entire town like, ended up hating her.” He said. Colby looked at Sam. 

“Similar to the Lizzie Borden case. You notice that?” He asked. Sam nodded at him. 

“Very similar.” He said. “The two most famous ghost hunters in the world, Ed and Loranne Warren, came here to investigate, and this is their most famous case ever.” 

“Ever!” Colby shouted for emphasis. 

“Think about that,” Sam said. “The two most famous ghost hunters in the world.” He said. Colby looked at the camera. 

“They basically started paranormal investigating, actually, like we, should thank them for our YouTube channel right now.” He said. “Because they are the original, OG, investigators.” He said. “Like, Loranne had a psychic medium power, just like [Y/N] and Amanda.” He said. Sam nodded. 

“They came here, because of all the crazy hauntings. They were saying there were horrible things happening, beds shaking, like, shadow figures, the Warrens said that the ‘movies, don’t give the hauntings justice’ for how insane this house has been with hauntings.” He said. “Ed and Loranne Warren came here to this room, right here, the séance room, they got Caroline Perron, she had a lot of struggles, she thought that she was possessed, ended up doing a full on exorcism, in this room, while they were doing this exorcism, she ended up getting a ton of scratch marks, bruises, speaking tongues, and levitating. She was levitated and thrown all the way across. The Perrons got so fed up with that, because they were so scared of what was happening to the wife, that they kicked Ed and Loranne out.” Sam said. Colby looked at him. 

“Even went as far as to, like, punch Ed in the fac.” He said. Sam nodded. 

“Yeah! That’s crazy!” He said. 

“That’s insane!” 

“But overall, Ed and Loranne Warren said that this house is haunted by a malevolent spirit, and they think that it was Bathsheba Sherman, who at the time, was considered a witch.” Sam said. Colby looked at the camera. 

“Why? Because the mom, Caroline, also experienced little tiny puncture wounds in her legs that were like, the size of a sewing needle. Which is rumored, Bathsheba used to kill that baby.” Colby said. Sam nodded. 

“Cory said that it’s not just Bathsheba Sherman that haunts this place, there is also a male spirit, that also haunts here.” Sam said. Colby looked at him. 

“The scariest part about it is, Ed and Loranne weren’t just paranormal investigators, they were demonologists. There’s a huge difference. Guys, like this place, like, it might not just be spirits here.” Colby said. 

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//In the video, while they are doing the tour, they get some activity, so I am going to do the tour in the next bit so that I can include some of the activity that takes place. Please, bear with me.//  

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Talent

Eddie Brock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Eddie being assigned a co host after his first outburst on national television in hopes that it won't happen again, but it doesn’t exactly go as planned

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If there was ever a professional rival to Eddie Brock, it was you.

Personally, he didn’t see it.

You were too buttoned up, like you were reading from a set of cue cards whenever you found yourself in front of a camera, and he would never do that. That sort of reporting was inauthentic and if he ever had to act that way, he’d surely quit.

It just wasn’t who he was.

Really, the comparison between you two was sort of insulting for him.

If nothing else, it was a blow to his ego but none of that mattered after what happened with the Daily Globe.

No one would let him work solo again, which was how you’d ended up here in the first place. Both his colleagues and the general audience seemed to think that the two of you would make a perfect pair.

For some reason, the man in question couldn’t keep his mouth shut and needed a babysitter out in the field so that he didn’t make a fool out of everyone at The Eddie Brock Report.

That was something you couldn’t and wouldn’t allow.

In all honesty, the only thing you and Eddie seemed to have in common was the fact that you didn’t quite care for the other, but you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter. Jack made it perfectly clear that Eddie Brock was your meal ticket, and you couldn’t rightfully toss that away.

You loved your job, and you were good at it, so if you had to take care of the man child that was Eddie Brock for a while, you would do that. All you had to do was keep a tight lip and get this whole thing over with.

Once the interview with the Life Foundation was over, and you got paid, you could request a transfer.

It wasn’t like working with him for a few months was going to kill you. Though, he was definitely going to challenge that notion.

This morning, for example, he was already more than an hour late for your meeting.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr.Brock” you sighed, turning around to find Eddie standing in the doorway, finally. He was meant to be here at eight am sharp, just like the rest of you, but evidently, he was too good for that.

Not that you had been expecting much more than that from him.

After all, if he was all that good at his job and showing up when he was supposed to, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. 

Whether Eddie realized it or not, he had developed quite a reputation in all the time he’d been on the air.

At this point, you weren’t even sure if anything he did was going to surprise you. You knew exactly what you were dealing with when you signed up for this.

What he was doing was incredibly unprofessional.

Not only did it make your life more difficult for the time being, but more than anything, he was just getting on your last nerve.

It was like he didn’t even realize that his job depended on how well this interview went. The Life Foundation was a monster of a company, and Carlton Drake had incredible influence over what happened in this city.

If this interview went poorly, it would reflect negatively on both of your careers.

You couldn’t let him ruin this for you.

Still, even from where he was standing in the doorway, terribly late and under-prepared, Eddie couldn’t have cared less about the obvious weight of this assignment.

“How are you already mad at me, I just got here?” he hummed, not even bothering to look at you as he sat down on the other side of the table, a teasing smile on his face. 

You two had only ever been around each other a few times, and never under such terms.

You just didn’t know what to expect.

In your entire career, you had worked with plenty of other people but you had never encountered anyone like Eddie Brock. He was as stubborn as an ass and arrogant even when there was no reason to be.

It just didn’t seem like this was going to work.

If anything, you and Eddie brought the worst out in each other, and because of that, you were sure that this whole thing wasn't going to work. 

Having the two of you work together didn’t make any sense, and you couldn’t imagine anyone would think it would work out.

All in all, working with Eddie was a terrible idea.

“You were supposed to be here two hours ago” you reminded, doing your best to keep a level head. It was becoming clear that if anything was going to get done here, you were going to have to be the one to take control of this.

One of you had to be an adult about this.

If you knew anything about Eddie, he was likely just doing this whole thing to get under your skin, but this wasn’t about that. He had a job to do, and you weren’t going to let him get out of it.

After all, he was the reason you were in this position in the first past, and he wasn’t going to bring you down because of his big mouth.

You had a lot riding on this too.

“Honey, I’m the talent. Last time I checked” he laughed, looking between the rest of the people in the room as if to verify, not that anyone wanted to get into it between the two of you. 

Most of them had worked with you before, and had a lot of respect for you, but that didn’t mean they wanted to go against Eddie either.

He had a reputation as a bit of a drama queen and wouldn’t hesitate to throw a bit of a tantrum regarding whatever happened here.

“Oh, you’re right, I’m so sorry. How could I be so dense? I actually expected the talent to show up” you grumbled back, folding your arms across your chest. You were frustrated, of course, but there was no way he was being serious.

First of all, Eddie wasn’t the talent.

Neither of you were the talent, that was the whole point. He did his job like he was playing a game, or just messing around, like the job itself didn’t matter. In fact, you didn't even think he understood how serious this was.

Clearly, this was all a joke for him.

“Woah, we’re a little snippy today, aren’t we?” he jabbed, still keeping that casual air about him as he antagonized you. There was this snide attitude about him, something that showed you just how much he was enjoying this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m not, actually. I just give a damn about my job, something that I’m sure you couldn’t understand” you huffed, deciding that you needed to just take care of this yourself. 

Obviously, you were going to have to figure this out if you wanted to get out of this without completely throwing away your entire career.

Having this conversation with him wasn’t worth anything, and it certainly wouldn’t make the Life foundation interview go any more smoothly.

Without missing a beat, you started gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag. 

You had been sitting here for far longer than anyone ever would have for an appointment and seeing how Brock was acting now, you realized just how much of a waste that was.

This really was a mistake.

However, once Eddie realized that you were planning on leaving, the arrogance that you had seen before started to fade away. Whether he liked it or not, he knew that he needed you and if you didn’t help him on this, he wouldn’t have a job.

The only way he got to do the Life foundation interview was if he did it with you by his side, and he needed it.

After everything he’d messed up as of late, he needed someone to take a chance on him so that he could prove himself to everyone who didn’t think he could do it.

“Hey, hold on!” he called, a light jog closing the space between the two of you, where you were now walking away from the meeting room. You had no desire to talk to him, of course, not after how he was acting, but you did stop.

You didn’t move to look at him or ask what it was that he wanted, but you stopped moving so that he could get out whatever it was he was so determined to say.

“I’m sorry if I struck a nerve, I just don’t know how this whole thing is supposed to work out. You know as well as I do that the Life Foundation is a fraud” he sighed, his words little more than a whisper through his teeth.

The truth was right there.

You were a journalist and while he may not have had a ton of respect for you in general, he knew that you could see it. Anyone who had been doing this as long as you had couldn’t possibly be blind to what was going on.

Drake was killing people, and the fact that you were still willing to go through with this interview as if he wasn’t just proved everything that Eddie believed about you to be true. 

You were just another spineless icon without any morals or ideas of your own.

It wasn’t real journalism if you hide the truth.

“Even if that was true, you don’t have any proof. How are we supposed to prove it?” you asked, unsure what he was getting at. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was something wrong with Carlton Drake and the mammoth foundation he’d created.

What he was suggesting was much more than just the usual drama that came along with hiring Eddie Brock but when you looked him in the eye, you noticed that the usual mischief in his eyes was nowhere to be seen.

He was serious.

Wherever this was coming from, Eddie seemed to believe what he was saying.

“I don’t know, but I know that something is wrong and I think we need to figure out what it is” he tried, finally going for broke as he stood in front of you, acting like a crazy person.

By all accounts, you should have turned around and walked away. He was paranoid and completely determined that he was right, in a way that only someone who’d lost their mind would be. However, you couldn't help but believe him

As much as you disliked Eddie on principle, you had a lot of practice figuring out if someone was lying and you knew that whether he was right or not, he believed what he was saying and was telling the truth.

Now, all that was left to do was figure out if there was any truth to his wild claims.

“Give me a few days to ask around. We’ll meet up at the start of next week to talk, but don’t make me wait again” you decided, confident that if he was serious about this, he would show up at the right time.

After all, if he was right, you’d be risking your own career on this.

[chateautae]

flirt | pjm. (m)

➵ summary :  park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

➵ pairing : jimin x reader

➵ genre :  college!au, sexual tension, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 4k

➵ warnings : super suggestive flirting, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), swearing, light dom and sub themes, soft dom!jimin, brat!reader, little bit of brat-handling, dirty talk, praising but also degradation? it’s hot i promise, use of slut, slight body worshipping, mentions of oral, jimin is hot and yes that’s a warning in itself, breast play, unprotected sex, penetrative + rough sex, bit of angsty sex, creampie cause i seem to not like it any other way

➵ a/n : and my first jimin fic is here!! dear god i love this boy to the moon and back so i got a bit carried with him lmao, hopefully this isn’t terrible cause i still need to edit it but your support and feedback are always appreciated!! <3

2 hours.

2 hours since you first came to this party. You’ve bumped into at least a hundred people, danced your legs numb, God knew how many and what concoction of drinks were inebriating your system and still, you hadn’t seen Park Jimin the whole night. 

The only reason you even dragged yourself to this party was because of him. You were initially bailing on the annual ‘one-last-hurrah-before-midterms’ party because you, like everyone else here had midterms haunting them Monday. It was Friday night and as the ever diligent student, you were planning to study over the weekend.

Though your nagging best friend Hoseok had other plans, threatening you to come with every piece of dirt he had on you until he finally sprinkled Jimin’s name into the mix. You couldn’t lie, it was the only reason you decided to hell with your education, wiggled into a barely-there dress and waltzed in with Hoseok ready to take the night on.

But when you hadn’t seen Jimin at all, you were left annoyed, pissed off and with a headache raking your brain.

Seeing him was a selfish desire, one you’d develop after realizing you had met your match when you first encountered Jimin. You were always fairly notorious for your flirtatious habits and touchiness, a sort of trademark of yours and the same was always said about a ‘Park Jimin’ unknown to you, sometimes described to be an even bigger flirt.

It automatically intrigued you, curious of what kind of rival you secretly harbored until one day, you chanced upon Hoseok who just so happened to be with Jimin. 

At first, you didn't think Jimin could be a daring flirt. He had this sweet smile and disciplined way of speaking that screamed innocent to you, his mannerisms and demeanor shy and introverted. He didn’t make big moves and so you wrote him off as just that. 

But it wasn’t until you started seeing him outside your class’ building, alone, and multiple times after that, enough for you to realize he was anything but shy or innocent.

You ended up observing that a) he was sex on legs, b) easily flipped between the persona of an angel and a demon and c) anything he did could seem flirting. 

You two hit it off without a hitch, your flirtatious tendencies meeting to form a relationship of mutual interest. It was clear as day, both your actions almost always held some sort of unknown intentions behind them, your every saying a double meaning. 

It became the norm between you two, anytime you met turning into a conversation riddled with innuendos, suggestive lip-biting or eyes that couldn’t help but wander. And you weren't stupid, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You two were dangerous, testing the limits of either’s control, hoping someone would give in and only left disappointed when nobody did. 

So when Hoseok mentioned this party, and graciously added Park Jimin’s name to it, you knew this was your chance. A party with buzzing bodies, loud music and copious amounts of alcohol was bound to set him off, especially if you were dressed scandalously and felt bolder with liquid courage pumping through your system.  

But it’d been 2 hours, and you hadn’t seen him all night. You were taking another shot in the kitchen, sulking by yourself and reflecting on the fact that you’d been duped by Hoseok. This party became useless to you, a mere waste of your time as you quickly discarded your cup and began stomping out of the kitchen.

You ventured further into the house to look for Hoseok’s 5’10 ass, tell him he’s the worst best friend for lying to you and that you were leaving this disappointment of a party.

You stepped around people mindfully, dodging them until you rammed smack dab into someone’s back, scrambling for an apology before looking at the unaffected victim.

Park fucking Jimin.

“Y/N!” Jimin beamed, holding a drink in his hand as he smiled widely.

“Jimin, hey! I thought you didn’t come tonight.” You attempted biting back your smile from finally finding him, shouting over the bass of the music as you met him on the dance floor.

“I just ran late. You know me, of course I’d be here!” Jimin raised his drink to his plump lips and sipped, stepping side-to-side in rhythm with the music. 

You couldn’t make him out that well, the disco lights of whatever lights system the only means of seeing him in the dark, but you swear the smirky grin on his face as he scanned you over wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, ecstatic that you already seemed to be reeling him in. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I already had-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as someone’s raging body stumbled into yours suddenly, sending you off balance until Jimin reached out for you cautiously.

“Woah, easy there.” Jimin’s arms quickly held you, flashing a scolding look at the person who bumped into you and pulling you towards himself. “Are you here with someone tonight?”

“Yeah, Hoseok! I was looking for him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I.. wasn’t having fun, so I wanted to leave with him.” You swiftly masked the real truth, your voice becoming less of a shout as Jimin encased you, just a few centimeters between your bodies as you peered up at him, cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol.

“Leave with him? Damn, didn’t know you two were like that.” Jimin flashed you a suggestive look, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up, you know we’re just best friends.” You both erupted into a fit of chuckles as you hit his chest, your hand smacking against his jacket and now that you were close, registered what a meal he looked like tonight; ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt underneath a distressed jean jacket, all pulled together sexily by his tousled hair, small hoop earrings and a Chanel necklace decorating his neck.

Dear God, how many times you’ve ached to kiss that pretty, pretty neck.

You internally groaned, habitually drawing closer to him as you enjoyed the warmth of his body, nostrils filling with the familiar scent of his intoxicating cologne.

“So I hear you wanna have some fun.” Jimin perked up, eyes amused and hands smoothing over your sides slowly after faltering from your arms.

“Are you suggesting I’ll have fun with you?”

“Of course, gorgeous, but up to you how we do that.” Jimin stepped dangerously closer to you as his voice lowered, your face tucked into his chest as his body blocked other people from touching you.

Excitement shot to your center at his use of a pet name, a common occurrence during your exchanges though his choices of which always an added thrill. 

“And what if I just want to leave and eat at a diner instead?”

“Then I’d definitely take you, food and you? A win in my book.”

You cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Adding me to the mix suddenly makes it a win? I’m not the one on the menu, Park.” 

Jimin’s eyes seem to blow out, leaning down as his plushy lips ghosted your ear as he spoke, tone darkened, “We can change that, princess.”

A thrill shot throughout your body, hyper aware of his lips mere inches from your face as your heart began to race, turning towards him expectantly.

You began advancing slowly to decrease the gap between your mouths, feeling him inch forward in response, letting him hover just above your lips for a tease before you stopped, “I’d like to see you try, Park.”

Then you abruptly turned out of his hold and walked away, making it through a few people into a hallway, allowing yourself to breathe. You loved teasing Jimin, it was an incredibly entertaining pass time but dear God, did it knock the fucking wind out of you. 

You were mentally recuperating from the fact that he almost let you kiss him, distracted as you stepped away until someone suddenly snatched your arm and pinned you against the nearest wall. You were honestly shocked to see Jimin, surprised he actually took your bait and stayed on your trail to stop you. His dancing eyes held nothing but greed, evident even in the darkness of the party.

“You know just how to test people, don’t you?” Jimin warned as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at you, holding your hot-skinned wrists against the cool wall. 

“Of course I do, it makes things fun and last time I checked,”  You brought your face to his and left only an inch between you two, “that’s just what I want.”

Jimin visibly grew less tamed, glancing down towards your lips as he tried breathing controllably, “Careful what you wish for, princess. It might come true.” 

“And if that’s what I want?” You titled your head expectantly, licking your lips as you watched Jimin bite his own. He eyed you the whole time, making it a statement to drink you in every inch of you. 

You could smell the alcohol on him, assuming liquor was the only driving force behind his actions but then contemplated his level-headedness, his coherent speech and clear judgment in this moment.

Jimin was choosing to chase after you, choosing to not let you go after weeks of incessant back and fourth and you knew you were finally getting closer to exactly what you wanted. 

Park Jimin giving in. 

“You’re fucking hot.” Jimin commented, eyes eating you up hungrily.

“You’re hotter.” You grinned and leaned back against the wall, cleavage unintentionally popping out for him and Jimin’s look immediately shifted, bringing his body closer against yours.

“You look submissive as hell right now, is that what you like? To be dominated?”

“Only if you like to dominate.” 

Jimin could feel the reigns on his control snapping, biting down to contain his raw desire to fuck you. He’s been holding himself back, knowing you seemed willing on your end of the interactions but never wanting to take the leap in case it was all just an act. 

But as he watched you go along with his every comment, staring back at him with the same devious eyes and practically offering yourself to him in his hold, he knew you weren’t acting at all. 

“You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?” Jimin leaned his hips against yours, ensuring you could feel his growing hardness. 

“My mouth can do a lot of fucking things, Park.” You jutted your hips into his.

Jimin shut his eyes frustratedly before he re-opened them, a downright obsidian colour taking them over.

“Go the fuck upstairs.” 

“Wh-”

“I said, go the fuck upstairs.” Jimin demanded, looking at you with conviction so searing you in fact did become submissive. 

“W-which room-” You didn’t complete your question as Jimin’s deft hands encased you and lifted you off the ground, bridal-style.

“Jimin-!” You exclaimed.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you feel me in your throat.” 

You immediately swallowed your mouth shut as Jimin cluthed you to him, core alighting with desire as he carried you up the stairs. Jimin arrived at the second floor and rushed towards the first room with an ajar door, shutting it with your feet after entering.

He made towards the bed and practically threw you onto it, stepping away to lock the door before leaning against it, arms crossed and serious. 

“You sure you want this?” His voice came out considerate, no haste or pressure.

“Yes, Jimin.” 

“You’re completely sure?” 

You nodded incessantly. 

“I need your words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You affirmed, unintentionally becoming submissive as you awaited him, and Jimin couldn't resist you, not any longer. He made towards your smaller figure on the bed and immediately crashed his lips onto yours, knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you, splaying you onto the bed.  

He held your wrists against the sheets, kissing you open as his plump lips worked tirelessly against your mouth. He continued to swallow you, opening up to catch all of you as he sank further downwards to feel your body arch into his.

His wet tongue glided over your lips and you welcomed him in lightspeed, letting his muscle entangle with yours hastily and you instantly loved the taste of him. 

Jimin’s kisses began deepening, exploring your mouth like he was dehydrated and your mouth was fresh water. His thigh began pressing against your core and you moaned into his mouth as Jimin disconnected from you, panting for air. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” He voiced frustratedly, his full lips swollen and pink as he tried to contain himself. 

“Do what?” 

“Fucking moan, it does shit to me.” 

“Sucks for you, I’m responsive as fuck.” You snipped as his sudden confession made you hot, squishing your thighs together. Jimin took notice and he flashed a look at your core. 

“Responsive, huh?” Jimin let go of your wrist, sliding his hand down your body before pressing his fingers to your heat through your dress. You instantly gasped, arching as you felt your walls clench around absolutely nothing. 

“J-Jimin.” you warned him weakly. 

“Mm?” Jimin paid no attention as he lowered himself to your neck and began kissing, tonguing, sucking at a spot that had you cowering and squirming underneath him. 

You groaned as your free hand tangled into his hair, hugging him to your neck as you basked in the glory of his plush lips devouring you. He was laving and nibbling at your skin, continuously kissing the area of your carotid all while rubbing his hand against your clothed cunt. Jimin began rutting his body against yours, the tip of his cock prodding you the more he moved.

“Fuck you, Jimin. This isn’t fair.” You moaned breathlessly

“As fair as it gets, princess. You wanted to see my try, yeah?” Jimin suddenly stopped his movements on your core and slid his hand up your bare thigh, only to shift your stained panties to the side and glide his fingers all over your bare pussy. You gasped Jimin’s name and tugged at his hair harshly, the alcohol hazing everything over with sensitivity and trying to sustain the sheer amount of pleasure he was rewarding you.

“N-nothing’s fair about this.”

Jimin smoothed the pads of his fingers over your slick core, eliciting your incessant gasps, “Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” 

He was leaving purple marks all along your neck and chest, moving down to the valley of your breasts and you whined headily, hating that he had such an advantage in this position. 

You immediately grew bold enough to push him off by his chest, detaching him as Jimin looked at you confused. “Y/N, what the fu-” was all Jimin could get out before you stood up and gripped his cock through his pants, his breath immediately hitching. He looked at you with surprised eyes, growing weaker in your hold as you walked him back against a vanity in the room.

You had no clue who this room belonged to, but you could care less when you were minutes away from getting fucked by Park Jimin.

He let out breathy little moans as you palmed him, shutting his eyes in bliss as he turned harder by the second, leaning back against the counter. You planted your lips to his neck and mouthed fervently, making sure you embellished his skin with your desire for him. “F-fuck. Y/N, this isn’t fair.”

“Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” You mocked him and began rubbing at his shaft, sucking hickies onto his pretty neck and licking over the areas your teeth grazed. Jimin continued groaning, hugging you close to him as he fisted his hands against your body, trying everything to cherish the pleasure he felt. 

The person he’s been desiring ever since he heard about you, his every nerve thrilled by your ability to counter him, match his energy of constant flirting and testing the waters, venturing further than him sometimes.

You were just so tempting and Jimin wanted every last bit of you. 

That sentiment increased when he felt your hands snake towards the belt of his jeans, unbuckling harshly with need so apparent he wanted nothing but to stuff your walls, now. 

“No, fuck off, getting inside you first.” Jimin denied your hands, capturing them in his hold.

You instantly whined, “But Jimin, want you to fuck my face.” You pouted into his neck, kissing along his collar bones as you rutted against him. 

“Fucking God, I’m destroying you for that.” Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and switched the positions, shoving you against the vanity, your ass on the edge of the counter as Jimin stood in between your spread out legs, lips meeting yours again. 

Jimin lifted the skirt of your dress up and over your backside, pooling around your waist as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs to the band of your panties. He pulled only to snap them back against your skin, the contact making you gasp.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“And why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” You chastised, hands greedily shoving his jacket off him even with your mouth attached to his.

Jimin didn’t allow the action to compromise your kiss either, practically ripping his jacket off and breathing hard against you as he threw it away. He then pulled his t-shirt over himself, revealing his toned, lean body underneath and only leaving his Chanel necklace hanging over his bare chest. You licked your lips at the sight of his smooth and pretty body, the outline of his abs like a work of art.

You reached out to touch him, his face and skin flushed with lust as he watched you. “You’re so hot, Jimin, so pretty.” You praised, eyes ogling him.

Jimin smirked proudly before speaking, “Your turn.”

He searched for the zipper of your dress and unzipped hastily, peeling away the top to reveal your naked breasts and now it was his turn to ogle at you.

“Fuck me, you’re prettier.” He huffed out, eyes blown out entirely.

“Probably not as pretty as your cock, let me suck.” You pouted playfully and pulled him closer to you with the back of your shins, hands greedily feeling up his bare chest.

“Only good girls get to suck my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking brat and a half.” Jimin started kneading your breasts, licking his lips as he watched you spread your legs wider for him and lean your head back out of pure bliss.

“I am not a brat, you just fucking take 10 years to get it on.” You snapped back, moaning in between at the way he groped your breasts, rolling the buds of your nipples with his fingertips.

“Sorry I was a fucking gentleman, didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” Jimin bit as he planted his thick lips to your perched nipple, eliciting curses from you as his tongue began swirling around, sucking teasingly.

“You just can’t fuck, isn’t it? All bark and no bite?”

Jimin scoffed darkly at that, sucking harder on your sensitive nipples before letting go with a pop. “I’ll fucking break you is why I kept holding off, you’ll regret this, princess.”

“Break me then, Jimin, please. Fuck me like you say you will, I need you.” Your arousal became unbearable as you grew hornier, rocking your hips against him for friction while he laved at either of your nipples.

“I will, baby. Get these off and I’ll fuck you so good.” Jimin tugged at your panties and you lifted your ass for him to discard them.

You unhooked Jimin’s belt and shoved into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans down until you finally freed his leaking length, thick and throbbing to be treated.

What you always thought was right, his cock was pretty just like him. You graciously pumped him, spreading his pre-cum over the head as you watched him lean his head back, kissing under his jaw.

“So pretty, Jimin, just like you.”

Jimin stopped caring about any and everything and instantly grabbed one of your legs, spreading you wide open for him and situated himself before your entrance.

He brought a hand over yours pumping his member and moved you quicker against his hot flesh, looking down at the lewd scene and your pretty pussy aching for him.

“Look at you soaking, baby, so much prettier.” 

You moaned needily, the back of your shins urging Jimin closer to you again as you whined. “Jimin..”

“Raw?” he breathed impatiently. 

“Fuck yes, birth control.”

Jimin didn’t even take a millisecond before he was pushing against your hole, placing the hand that was pumping his member now against your pelvic bone, pressing down to feel himself sink inside of you.

You instantly careened, moaning out so loud that if there wasn’t music blaring in the house, everyone would know how stuffed Jimin made you feel.

“Fuck-Jimin! Stop doing that, it feels too fucking good..!” You nearly cried, the pressure of Jimin’s hand making you feel any and every ridge, vein and hardness of his thick cock, your walls drinking him in.

“Fuck you, this is what you get.” Jimin blurted as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning satisfyingly at your warm walls hugging him before plunging to make out with you.

Jimin began fucking you with conviction, determination to drive you insane for him as he spread you open. He thrusted fast and hard from the get-go, neglecting to set a pace knowing how much of a cock-loving brat you were. His thumb resting just above your clit dipped down to lightly play with your bud, tease it, all the while licking into your mouth and thrusting into you.

You gasped hard, so much that Jimin’s name was the only thing coherent within them and he swallowed all your sounds with his lips. Your body was on fire at the drag of his cock, shocked at how wet you were when he hadn’t even fingered or eaten you out, his cock doing all the work, leaving you only thinking of Park Jimin’s sheer power.

You wanted all of him so badly, wanted him to ruin you, destroy you like he said he would, fuck you open like he always insinuated he would.

“Jimin, please, harder! Fuck me like the brat I am, teach me a fucking lesson.”

“Princess likes it hard, huh? Want me to fuck this pussy up? Make it all mine?” Jimin’s words were so filthy they had you clutching onto him tightly, arousal gushing from you as Jimin impaled you harder, snapping into you.

His thumb continued its onslaught, your walls convulsing to his every stroke as you gripped his shoulders and kissed him, biting his plushy bottom lip as he fucked you harder.

“Mm, Jimin, fuck!” Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, taking his every thrust like a champ and he damn well shook the entire vanity, continuously drilling your hole as he gave no room for mercy. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged, making him groan in approval and he only pushed you open wider in response.

“You pretty brat, look at you getting what you want. Fucked like the cock-loving princess you are.” Jimin breathed against your mouth, his skin slicking with sweat as he worked tirelessly against your opening, battering your pussy with an unforgiving speed.

“You would’ve gotten your dick sucked, but apparently-” you shuddered breathily, “I w-wasn’t a good girl.” You felt weak from his repeated onslaught, the bubbling pleasure in your gut keeping you going. 

“Yeah, so fucking behave and maybe I’ll let you choke on my dick.”

“Y-you stop playing games and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

Jimin only ticked his head to the side as he chuckled darkly, starting to propel his thick cock into your gut and raging at your clit so roughly, you gasped as you carved your pleasure into his skin. Jimin did the same as he bore his fingers into you, a hand squeezing your thigh harshly as he held your leg and your walls fluttered around him, moans growing higher in pitch.

“Jimin! I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even complete your sentence as your walls clamped around him, orgasm washing over you so quickly you barely realized it came. You clenched him like a vice and panted hard against his mouth, Jimin finally coming undone as well, spurts of cum painting your insides and filling you to the brim, certain he’d leak out of you for hours.

You felt stuffed, so full of him you were hazed over with post-orgasm bliss, mind unwinding from any trifling matter on Earth. Your forehead slacked against his shoulder as you both panted for air, sweating as Jimin held your weak body in his arms.

His cock remained shoved inside you, the throbbing letting up on both of you as your highs settled down.

“You..” Jimin swallowed dryly, breathing. “took me like a good girl. Maybe you can suck me off next time.”

“Next time?” You breathed labourly, turning your face towards his.

Jimin peered down at you resting against him, biting back a grin. “Of course, there’s always a next time with flirts like us.”

[cegantheayugipi]

a glitch in the matrix - or crack(heads) in the abyss

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A Genshin Crackfic, Part 2

Note: I have nothing to say, except for a sincere apology those who actually read this.

Summary: This is a product of my insanity... Part two. I'm so sorry. A/N and B/N instead of Y/N.

Pairings: Zhongli x A/N, and B/N just hates Childe. nothing more. Definitely nothing deeper than that.

~~~

The next morning, Childe awoke alone in the guest bedroom. The early morning sun streamed through the window, and he sat up to a sharp pain in his neck from sleeping on a couch. He looked over at the ruffled bedsheets, which were the only evidence that B/N had been there the night before. 

Childe dressed himself and crept out of the room quietly. He tiptoed down the hall, and noticed that Zhongli’s bedroom door was cracked slightly open – he peered into the room, and spotted A/N and Zhongli fast asleep in each others’ arms. It looked sweet, except for the fact that A/N was drooling onto Zhongli’s naked chest.

Childe chuckled to himself, walking down the stairs to the funeral parlor.

~~~

B/N was excited. She had so many things she wanted to do. But first, she wanted to get the hell out of her uncomfortable outfit. She cursed the genshin game devs for not designing leggings, after realizing that her undergarments were made out of stubborn, unstretching and scratchy material.

She spent the morning asking around the merchants and suppliers of Liyue harbor, some sort of mission evidently on her mind. As Zhongli and A/N were finally ready for the day and headed out to explore the city, they came across a determined-looking B/N.

“Hey, what are you up to?” A/N asked.

“I have an idea.” B/N responded, continuing to walk in the direction she was headed. “I’ll let you know if it works.”

“Okay,” A/N responded, watching her friend walk briskly away down the street. Zhongli looked down at A/N with a confused expression.

“Is your friend normally like this?” Zhongli questioned.

“I actually don’t know what to say…” A/N responded. “I just hope she isn’t doing something insane.”

“I suppose we shall see.” Zhongli nodded, and the two continued to walk down the street.

Eventually, the two came across Wanmin Restaurant. A/N immediately recognized the place, but the smells were something entirely new.

“Woah, what smells so delicious?!” A/N asked, stopping by the restaurant.

“Hi, I’m Xiangling! Would you like to order something to eat?” An energetic young girl popped up from the countertop, surprising A/N.

“Aah!” A/N jumped.

“Nice to see you, Xiangling.” Zhongli spoke politely. “A/N, would you like something to eat?”

“I’ll have whatever is smelling so good!” A/N responded excitedly.

“I’ll have the same.” Zhongli added.

“Of course!” Xiangling turned around to get the dish ready. A burly man inside the kitchen walked to the counter as soon as he spotted Zhongli. A/N recognized him as Chef Mao.

“Welcome, Zhongli.” Chef Mao nodded, looking down at A/N next. “Who is this lovely lady you brought with you today? I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“This is A/N, she’s visiting from far away.” Zhongli spoke.

“Hi!” A/N spoke, still feeling strange how she could meet these people in real life.

“I trust Xiangling is taking care of you two?”

“Of course.” Zhongli spoke. Xiangling brought back the dishes, and A/N sat down at the counter and ate with Zhongli.

The food was amazing, and the two chatted with Xiangling as they ate. When they were finished, Chef Mao took the plates away and Xiangling came outside to sit down with them.

“How are you liking Liyue harbor so far?” Xiangling asked.

“It’s amazing. I love it here!” A/N responded. “The food is fantastic. I’ve only had amazing meals since coming here.”

“Is there anything you miss from home?” Xiangling asked.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t even thought about that yet…” A/N responded. She didn’t think about her home even once since getting Isekai’d into this incredible world. She remembered her final night playing Genshin Impact co-op with B/N, sitting down at her computer after eating a giant bowl of Pho made by her mother…

“Actually, there is one thing I really miss, but I think you could help me with that.” A/N spoke up. “Have you ever heard of Pho?”

~~~

“Oh my god, this tastes exactly like I remember!” A/N exclaimed, hearts popping up in her eyes. With A/N’s vague directions, Xiangling somehow managed to recreate the dish she loved so much. A/N began to stuff her face with the delicious noodles.

A/N looked up to notice from the corner of her eye that B/N was walking briskly down the road again, evidently still on the same mission as before. 

“Hey!” A/N shouted to her friend. “Come over and try this Pho!”

“Huh?” B/N snapped out of her thoughts, and walked over to A/N. “But Pho doesn’t exis-”

“The bean sprouts are from Sumeru!” A/N explained passionately, hearts showing up in her eyes. “Xiangling made this completely from scratch!” Zhongli smiled down proudly at A/N for creating her own dish.

“Oh, we haven’t even seen Sumeru yet!” B/N responded. “Maybe we can go there and check it out before version 3.0-”

A/N cut off B/N by shoving a spoonful of Pho broth into her mouth. B/N swallowed, and her eyes went wide.

“Woah!” She exclaimed, completely distracted from her thoughts about Sumeru by the delicious soup. “Is it just me, or does it taste even better than what we get at home?”

“It’s really amazing!” A/N added.

“Wow. Thanks Xiangling!” B/N turned to the rambunctious chef.

“Have we met?” Xiangling asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“Um, no you two haven’t met, but your reputation precedes you as the best chef in Liyue!” A/N tried quickly to cover for B/N.

“Wow!” Xiangling exclaimed. “I didn’t know I had a reputation!” 

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you.” B/N nodded her head. “I’m B/N, your favorite crackhead weeb!” 

“Is that some sort of title where you’re from?” Xiangling asked.

“Um, I guess you could say so.” A/N nodded awkwardly.

“Well then, nice to meet you too!” Xiangling finished. “Would you like a bowl of Pho?”

“Yes, please!” B/N responded. Xiangling ran into the kitchen, and then appeared from beneath the counter on the other side with a bowl of soup in her hands. “Wow that was fast, thank you!” B/N took the bowl. “Okay, I’m off to work on this idea of mine.” B/N turned around and marched off. 

“You don’t want to sit down and eat with us?” A/N asked, but B/N didn’t even respond. She took a bite of the noodles as she walked away.

“Nope, I’m busy!” B/N shouted back with her mouth full.

“What on earth is that girl doing?” Childe spoke as he rounded the corner and watched B/N walk down the road while eating noodles.

“Ahh, don’t even bother.” A/N responded as she and Zhongli got up after eating their body weight in delicious food. “She’s crazy.”

“I can tell that much.” Childe quipped. A/N snapped her head towards him.

“Hey! Don’t you dare talk about my friend like that.” She spoke firmly as she glared at the ginger Fatui.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry.” Childe smiled awkwardly, raising his hands and taking a step back. 

~~~

It had been a couple of days since the two girls had arrived at Liyue harbor. A/N was still just as enamored with Zhongli as she had been when she found herself in the world. B/N, on the other hand, seemed like she was going more and more insane each day. A/N barely saw her as she ran from place to place in the harbor; people began to whisper about the business dealings of a mysterious foreign girl, and somehow B/N never slowed down enough to fully explain what she was doing.

“Have you seen B/N?” A nosy Childe asked, popping his head into the office where Zhongli sat doing paperwork.

“No, perhaps you can ask A/N. I believe she is talking to Yanfei.” Zhongli responded.

“Thanks.” Childe responded, shutting the door as he left to find A/N. Of course, these two strange girls who came from a place they refuse to mention had become the object of his attention recently. But more importantly, Childe was trying to catch wind of what B/N was up to. She seemed to be making some rather large purchases of raw materials, and he knew it was of Fatui interests to keep track of whatever she could be scheming, no matter how idiotic and unassuming she may appear to be on the surface.

Childe quickly found A/N talking to Yanfei over a cup of tea.

“This is an initial consultation today, so it will be free of charge. But if I were to draw up this contract for you, then I would need payment.” Childe caught Yanfei talking. What on earth could A/N need a contract for?

“Got it. Can we meet again tomorrow?” A/N asked.

“Of course. We can meet at the same time as today.” Yanfei nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! Have a nice day.” Yanfei stood up from the table and promptly walked away.

“You need a contract?” Childe asked.

“Uhh, I might not need one, but I don’t know. I really want this though!” A/N responded, nodding enthusiastically with a smile on her face.

“I see.” Childe responded, cheerful on the surface. “By the way, have you seen B/N?”

“You’re always asking about her. Do you, maybe,  have a crush on her or something?” A/N asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Uh-” Childe froze inside. He was actually following B/N around to figure out what she was up to, not because he liked her or anything ridiculous like that. But, this was the perfect guise to trail her under. “...well, I guess I just miss having her around.” Childe spoke slyly, giving A/N a charming yet slightly bashful smile.

“I don’t trust you.” A/N narrowed her eyes at him.

“What?” Childe faltered. His facade was perfect; how could she see through him?

“But, regardless of whether I trust you or not, I still don’t know where B/N is.” A/N shrugged. “She’s been running around like crazy all week and I’ve barely been able to say hi.” A/N crossed her arms over her chest, outwardly annoyed by her friend’s behavior.

“Oh. When was the last time you saw her around?” Childe asked.

“Maybe this morning?” A/N spoke. “Actually, I think I saw her walking out the north of the city.”

“She left Liyue Harbor?” Childe asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t know if she’s still out there. How about we head back to the parlor and ask Zhongli to check his statues?”

“Wait.” Childe spoke, narrowing his eyes. “You know who Zhongli is?”

“Um, yeah. We both do.” A/N responded nonchalantly. 

“Didn’t you literally just meet him?” Childe asked.

“Does that really matter?” A/N responded, already beginning to walk back to Wangsheng Funeral parlor.

“I guess not.” Childe followed her. When they got back, Zhongli was still sitting in his office doing paperwork.

“Oh, A/N.” Zhongli spoke, standing up from his desk. “How was your meeting with Yanfei?”

“It was great.” A/N responded. “Yanfei is such a sweet girl.”

“She’s half adeptus, you know.” Chlilde added.

“Yeah, that only makes her cuter!” A/N laughed sweetly.

“Oh, did you manage to find B/N?” Zhongli asked.

“No, but we figured out that she left Liyue harbor, so we thought maybe you could help us by looking through your statues.” 

“Oh, I can certainly try to.” Zhongli responded, sitting back in his chair and clasping his hands in front of his face as he closed his eyes.

A/N and Childe eagerly watched Zhongli as he checked all his statues for signs of B/N. They watched as his expression went from confused, to concerned, to horrified.

“What’s wrong honey?” A/N asked, taking a step towards Zhongli. He opened his amber eyes, looking at both Childe and A/N.

“I’m afraid you would not believe me if I said what I saw.” Zhongli responded, a disgusted look on his face.

~~~

Zhongli saw something from the vision through his statues that he never thought he would see in his 6,000 years of life. Through one of his statues, he spotted a group of Hilichurls dancing around a fire. Among them was an excited B/N, who was dancing in the same animalistic hunched-over way as the monsters. Zhongli had so many questions. How did she end up there with the Hilichurls? Why aren’t the Hilichurls trying to attack her? Why is she dancing like a maniac? He looked closer, and B/N seemed to almost be speaking their language. How in Celestia did B/N know how to communicate with Hilichurls? Did they just speak crazy?

~~~

“Captain Kaeya, I spotted a band of Hilichurls over the next hill!” An excitable Amber announced, pointing an arm out to the side.

“Good to know.” Kaeya responded coolly, “Let’s get rid of them, then we can turn in for the day.” 

“Already? It’s still early afternoon.” Amber commented.

“That’s my ideal end of the work day.” Kaeya responded.

The two of them walked around the hill, where a group of dancing hilichurls were crowded around a small bonfire. They were making excited noises, and Amber almost thought they were cute.

“Alright, let’s get this over with!” Kaeya leapt forward, but his sword was stopped by the thick metal of a claymore with an ear-piercing clang.

“What the-” Kaeya looked up, to see Diluc had blocked him.

“Diluc! What are you doing here?” Kaeya questioned.

“Were you really about to hit a young woman?” Diluc questioned, and Kaeya looked up to see a young wide-eyed girl staring back at him.

“That looked so much cooler in real life!” An amazed B/N exclaimed. All of the Hilichurls seemed to run away in all directions, rather than grabbing weapons and trying to fight the four humans. B/N looked around at the scattering monsters, and let out a small “aww” in dismay.

“What on earth are you doing dancing with Hilichurls?” Amber exclaimed. “They’re dangerous!”

“They’re the best partiers in Teyvat!” B/N responded. Both Kaeya and Amber looked at the girl as if she were crazy, but Diluc just rolled his eyes.

“Just who are you?” Kaeya questioned. “I wouldn’t expect such a beautiful woman out here in the wilds of Liyue.” 

“I wouldn’t think the Knights of Favonius would be out here either.” B/N responded snappily. “Why are you so far from Mondstadt, anyway?”

“How did you know we were knights?” Kaeya narrowed his eyes.

“It’s a little obvious.” B/N looked the cryo vision holder up and down. Diluc smirked at B/N’s witty responses.

“You’re an interesting one.” Kaeya smirked.

“Oh, you should see my best friend.” B/N responded, rolling her eyes.

“Oh?” Kaeya asked.

“You really shouldn’t be here.” Diluc glared at Kaeya.

“Is something the matter?” Kaeya pressed. “Amber and I were simply sent to the nearby village because of increased treasure hoarder activity.”

Diluc only grunted in response.

“Come, B/N. I can walk you back to the Harbor.” Diluc offered a hand, but B/N didn’t take it.

“Aren’t you normally super busy? Why are you out here too?” B/N questioned.

“I believe the same question could be asked of you.”

“Actually, no, I’m waiting for my license from the commerce guild, so I had time to spare.” B/N responded. The two began to walk off, completely ignoring Amber and Kaeya who stared in confusion.

~~~

“I believe B/N is on her way back.” Zhongli nodded.

“Wait, will you tell us what happened?” A/N asked. “Is B/N okay?”

“Yes, I believe she has found Master Diluc and is returning to the harbor now.”

“Just what on earth did you see?” Childe questioned. “You looked disgusted back there.”

“I would rather not talk about it.” Zhongli responded.

“Also you said master Diluc. Do you mean Diluc Ragvindr, the wine magnate?” Childe added.

“Yes, I believe they have a…” Zhongli struggled to find the words to explain what a video game ‘main’ was. “...history together.”

“Oh?” Childe asked, raising his eyebrows. Zhongli was definitely giving Childe the wrong impression. 

~~~

[dmwrites]

(Kind of based off of my previous c!connor fic)

After the prison break-out, Connor slept for a long time. He built himself a tiny hole in the wall of the mountain next to Technoblade’s house, hung up his fancy new netherite armor, and fell asleep with no big worries for the first time in a long time. He had like a job, or something, now, something called the sin-kit or something, but he assumed Techno would come to rouse him if he needed to get to work.

Connor wasn’t quite sure how long he slept. Days maybe. Or months. He woke up every once in a while to different circumstances that always seemed shrouded in half-asleep befuddlement. One time there was a three-course meal on a picnic blanket beside his bed. Another time Techno was sat next to him, reading a book quietly. Dream, that green guy, was illuminated in sunlight one time, looking right down at him. Connor wasn’t quite sure what were dreams and what were not.

Eventually, he woke up and stayed awake. He ate, changed into the warm clothes someone had left him on the corner of his bed, and drank a bunch of water. He stood at his open door for a minute, letting his eyes adjust to the sun, and finally took in his surroundings for the first real time. Just a bit away were two cottages, connected by a small platform bridge. Techno had one of them, he knew, and the other one he assumed to be Phil’s. It was a cheery sight, with lights on in the windows and smoke coming out of the chimneys. Connor made his way down the side of the mountain, intent on going to find Techno, but the other building caught his eye. Under his little room was a whole other house. It was less cottage, more stone then Techno and Phil’s, but it had light too. And there was someone in the window looking at him.

“Oh fuck!” Connor jumped back when his body caught up with his observations. There was a small face peering at him from the window. Connor took a few steps towards the window, and the name Ranboo had given him clumsily tumbled from his brain and onto his tongue.

“Michael?”

“Connor?”

Connor turned to find Tubbo standing at the doorway.

“Tubbo? Holy shi- I mean woah! I wasn’t, uhh…” Connor looked around like he was expecting to see cue cards.

“Connor , oh my god! What are you doing here?” Tubbo broke into a huge smile and walked over to slap Connor on the back (it hurt but Connor didn’t say ow because he’s so brave about it).

“I could ask you the same thing!” Connor said. “Techno said I could live in the mountain when I got here and I’ve been asleep ever since!”

Tubbo laughed- it was a deep joyous thing that only Tubbo could produce. “Boss man, well, I’m a father. A lot of shit has gone on since you’ve been asleep, I think, but basically we’re in hiding. Come in, Connor, we don’t want you to catch a cold!”

The house was actually really weird inside. There was a fire roaring and a living room full of bright toys and rugs and bits of furniture, but the room itself was a cold stone. Like a house inside a house almost, where you peel back the pretty wallpaper to find all the mold.

But there was the kid. Ranboo’s kid. Michael. He looked up at the two adults when they walked in, curious.

“Michael, we have a guest!” Tubbo pointed at Connor, who waved. “Can you said hi?”

Michael also pointed at Connor and in a mix of pig grunts and very distorted English, said: “Hi!”

“Hello.” Connor replied, a smile creeping onto his face. Tubbo indicated for him to sit down, and he did so. Instantly, Michael scampered over to him and handed him a wooden toy car.

“So, Connor, where were you before here? I swear I haven’t seen you in forever!” Tubbo put a tea kettle on to boil and settled in an armchair.

Michael had decided that Connor was the perfect racetrack, and was driving another wooden toy car all over his legs, so it took a minute to answer. Connor moved the other car on his legs too to stall, because hell, what was he supposed to say? Oh yeah, I was locked up with your late husband. Watched him die. Pog and such.

“I was jailed briefly.” Connor said carefully. He didn’t look up at Tubbo.

“In the prison, I assume?”

“Yeah.”

Tubbo hummed. “You got broken out, didn’t you?”

Well there went that tact. Connor looked up at Tubbo. “Yeah.”

“Did you know Ranboo?” Tubbo looked at him steadily.

“Yeah. We were cell neighbors.” Michael smacked his hand to get him to keep moving the car around. Connor complied, still watching Tubbo.

“So you know what happened-”

“Well it’s nothing short of a party in here!” Tubbo was interrupted by a familiar voice. Connor turned his head so fast he got a crick in his neck, and found Ranboo standing in the doorway. One second of thrill ran thought Connor, but it turned into horror, because that wasn’t Ranboo. It had his voice, and the red and green colors, but it definitely wasn’t Ranboo. This thing smiled at him blankly.

“This is Connor.” Tubbo said, and now he sounded blank inside. Connor turned to look at him and there was pain in his eyes.

“Connor! Welcome to this place!” The Ranboo thing said, and he left by walking through a wall, even though his tome hadn’t indicated that he had ended the conversation.

Connor didn’t even know what to say, he just looked at Tubbo. Tubbo sighed.

“Life’s quite the doozie, ain’t it, Connor?”

The tea kettle was steaming. Tubbo took it off the heat, poured two mugs, and gave one to Connor. It was nice, the warmth, because Connor couldn’t stop the cold chills cascading down his back.

“Who-?”

“It’s him. But it’s not.” Tubbo sighed. “This is his old house, and he lets us stay with him.”

“Does he know who we are?” Connor indicated to Tubbo mostly.

“Not really. Michael, I think he knows is important for some reason. Most other people, not a thing.”

“That’s-” Connor wanted to say “sad”, but it seemed almost too offensive with the guy in the house somewhere.

“We’re learning to cope, learning to live again.” Tubbo picked up Michael and kissed the top of his little head. “It’s a weird, weird world outside of your dreams, Connor. Welcome to the chaos.”

[iwaisuke]

calling them nicknames... that progressively get weirder each time

ft. timeskip!bokuto koutarou, kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: fluff

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» "hi baby!" you called out to your manchild of a boyfriend, who was running around the gym with hinata after practice. "you ready to go?"

» bokuto's turned around at the sound of your voice. "BUB! YOU'RE HERE!" Pure joy radiated through his body as he saw you. running and picking you up in the process.

» the two of you had to go grocery shopping before heading home. you were gonna make one of kou's favorite foods for dinner tonight.

» you walked around the store and picked up some veggies to put in your basket. of course, bokuto on the other hand had another mission: snacks priorities i tell you

» "pumpkin! you said you'd wait for me" you pouted. "sorry love i just saw a new snack and i just had to go look at it" bokuto's arms were full. giggling at how cute he was, bokuto dumped his raid of snacks he got into the basket and offered to carry it.

» at home, you began to cook dinner. meat in your hands, you couldnt move your hair out of your face. "meat bun!!!" you yelled. kou peeked his head into the kitchen. "baby? did you call me?" he questioned. "yeah can you tie my hair for me real quick. it's kind of in the way"

» sitting at the table eating dinner, you watched as bokuto took the first bite of the meal. eyes lighting up he groaned in delight. "so? how is it spoon?" you looked at him expectantly. "... spoon?" bokuto looked confused. "yeah! how is it?" "its... good..."

» with dinner finished and everything cleaned up, the two of you decided it was time to go to sleep. "im so tired babe" bokuto tried to glomp you who was already in bed.

» "eww you're still sweaty from practice" you laughed "go take a shower first clothes hanger" bokuto's hair now totally deflated, he sadly dragged himself to the bathroom.

» fresh out of the shower, bokuto laid next to you in bed, his back turned to you.

» "you ok?" you asked

» "i dont know. you tell me" bokuto said with some sass

» "you're sulking"

» "am not"

» yes he was

» "alright. suit yourself then. good night sock"

» immediately, bokuto turned over to you. "did i do something wrong baby? something so wrong that i was called a spoon" he looked at you with puppy eyes. "im sorry i didnt wait for you to look at snacks with earlier, and for not showering righy away-"

» you couldnt contain your laughter anymore. bokuto, genuinely confused at your actions. cupping his face with your hands, you gently placed a kiss on the spikers lips. "it was just a joke bubs. you did nothing wrong. you're my perfect boy after all"

» hearing a more normal name, a smile was brought back to his face. "you mean it baby?"

» "of course love"

» Kuroo and you usually always play pranks on each other, but today you figured you’d try to be a little more subtle with the pranks today to see how long it takes for him to pick up on it

» “Woah your bedhead is worse than mine today” kuroo chuckled as he continued to make breakfast for the two of you that morning. “Well good morning to you too egg mcmuffin” you retorted back. “Ou, new nickname i hear? I kinda like the sound of that” he joked

» Kuroo pls

» 9am hit and it was now off to work for kuroo. “Bye kitten. I’ll see you later.” kuroo kissed your forehead, nose and then your lips. “Don’t miss me too much now”

» “Wouldn't dream of it. Have a good day at work water bottle” pecking his lips one more time

» “Water bottle???” “hurry! You’re gonna be late!” shoving kuroo out the door. “Wait kitten-” “bye!!!”

» Noon hit and kuroo was on his lunch break. He’d usually call you during this time just to see how your day has been going so far. “Hey love.” “hi hole puncher”

» You were met with silence on the other side. “Hole puncher?” “please tell me you didn't just call me a hole puncher” “what? Would you rather be called a spatula instead?” you tried to hold in your laughter the best you could.

» 5pm rolled around and kuroo finally came home. “Highlighter!!! You’re finally home!!!” glomping him into a big hug, he pried you off

» “What’s wrong?” you questioned kuroo. “Oh nothing… toothpick”

» His iconic grin was displayed across his face. He caught onto your little prank you were doing today and now it was making it's full way back to you

» The two of you went through the evening calling each other random things

» “Telephone. Can you reach this for me!!!”

» “I forgot a towel, shoelace!”

» Everything was all fun and games until kuroo took it out of hand. Not that he meant to do it-

» “Go turn off the lights trash” whipping your head around, kuroo took his opportunity to egg you on for starting this whole thing. “Yeah you heard me. Go turn the lights off”

» “Well excuse you, you SNAKE.”

» Kuroo gasped. “How could you say that when you know I got beef with daishou, toilet water!”

» “Poopy head!”

» “Moldy rice!”

» Ah yes, the list went on. It came to the point where the two of you couldn’t help but laugh at the names each of you could come up with.

» Now in bed, both kuroo and you apologized to one another for everything said that day while laughing. “Sorry for calling you trash, kitten.” “it's ok baby. Sorry for calling you a snake.” you chuckled. He gave you a kiss goodnight and snuggled into your chest.

» “I love you toothpick”

» “I love you too egg mcmuffin”

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enjoy your order! have a wonderful day~!

[goldentournesol]

to be true, to not be true (part 1)

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: early in y/n’s and spencer’s relationship, y/n fears the growing distance between them, although what seemed to be possible infidelity, is actually much worse–for spencer.

Length: 2.9k

A/N: i wrote this in collaboration with one of my favorite writers on here, Mia over at @mggpleasedontlookhere​. She is so wonderful and hopefully you can see both of our writing styles here! 

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The sunlight streaming through the windows made the hairs on my skin dance in glee, although it was the soft breeze invading the space that contrasted the radiant warmth. An equilibrium was achieved–a needed balance. The same can be said about the nerves crawling about my stomach and the naive excitement that made me light-headed whenever I was around Spencer. I glanced up at him from where my head lay in his lap. The reflected glow from the TV danced across his features making my heart jolt. My stare caught his attention and he sent me a small smile, his hand leaving traces in my hair. It was his day off and I had no problem spending it in suffocating proximity with him.

“This is nice,” I breathed, leaning back into his soft touch. He hummed in response, almost in contentment, if not for the moment his eyes seemed far off, entangled in a distant thought. It was so brief, I might have missed it. His job took a lot from him and I knew that, which is why I never pushed him. Instead, I let the subtle aroma of morning coffee and fresh linen confine my senses, leaving me oblivious to reality.

Although not a few moments later, the ping from Spencer’s phone burst the fantastical bubble that surrounded us. My eyes lingered on the cartoon characters plastered on the screen but I couldn’t help noticing the way Spencer’s fingers would thump rhythmically against the floor. Adjacent to his palm, rested his phone, revealing several notifications as it came alive. Albeit I paid no mind to their context given I was enamored by the picture of me on his homescreen. A faint smile graced my lips at the observation, feeling a wave of warmth rush my cheeks.

“I wonder who that is,” I teased, referring to the image. Spencer must have misunderstood my point of reference, hastily explaining that new language that Morgan had introduced him to through text messages.

“Spencer, using emojis does not constitute a new language.”

“Considering its context, I would argue it is–I mean look at hieroglyphics!” I covered my face in amusement, running my hands over my eyes. A sharp exhale left my lungs as my chest filled with contagious giggles. It seems that I was too consumed in my fit of laughter to notice Spencer stealthily concealing the device and turning off his ringer.

“First of all, hieroglyphics is a formal writing system-”

“And does that not ‘constitute’ a portion of language? Also, isn’t texting a writing system in itself?” His lips formed into a sly smirk, thinking he’d gotten the best of me.

“You’re right in the way that hieroglyphics is part of the language, however it’s all but the ‘expression’ of that language.” I debated, gesturing to the air as I explained my point. For a moment our eyes met, and I could feel my playful resolve melt away under his gaze. Despite the pause in my confidence, my stubbornness shone through.

“All I heard was that I was right,” he jested, tickling the side of my waist. I jumped at his mischief, collapsing into pleas and begs as he continued his assault at my skin. My stomach churned in delight as my hands attempted to pry him off of me, the premise of our conversation vanishing into air like wisps of smoke.

-

Spencer’s days off were becoming increasingly rare, I’d barely seen him in the last two weeks, but we’ve managed to salvage enough time between cases for a date. The excitement buzzed through my veins as the clock ticked closer to 7 pm. I was growing restless in the apartment, obsessively checking my phone for the time. Spencer is usually right on time, if not early. Dread and anxiety clogged up my throat as I waited for him. For hours, call after call would be sent straight to voicemail. The weather outside seemed to be in tandem with the way I felt. The rain was as unforgiving as the tears that striped my face.

I was never one to hold a grudge. But it happened once, then it happened twice. Slowly, it became a habit and it was impossible to reach him.

I guess date nights on Thursdays were now obsolete.

He came over to my apartment maybe once whenever he was in town and even then he was nearly unrecognizable. His shy, loving demeanor was replaced by explosive irritability and general unease. I wished he’d just talk to me, but he continued to brush me off. He was being distant and strange, his behavior was so unlike him. Knowing him though, he was probably too stressed or busy to get around to doing simple tasks like eating a balanced meal. Spencer can be quite scatterbrained, and I hadn’t seen him in around a week. So, around lunch time, I made Spencer a healthy meal packed with proteins and veggies and decided to pop into the BAU and drop it off. It felt like a good way to cheer him up. Maybe we’d have lunch together at the park he always liked to visit. It wasn’t that far from headquarters. Hell, I’d even eat lunch with him at his desk at this point.

The walk into the BAU was strangely nerve wracking, I could feel my heart in my throat. I had an uneasy feeling in my gut but I took a deep breath and pushed the heavy glass doors open. My eyes scanned the bullpen for my boyfriend but I couldn’t find him. Standing there in confusion, I was only snapped out of my trance when someone bumped into me from behind.

“I’m so sorry–oh, it’s you! Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” JJ said, closing the file she held in her hands and wrapping me in a one-armed hug.

“Hey JJ! I was looking for Spence, I got him lunch, but I can’t seem to find him anywhere? Do you know where he is?” I said as I pulled back from the hug, she began to say something but was interrupted.

“Woah hey, sunshine! I was wondering why it suddenly got so bright in here.” The deep voice of none other than Derek Morgan came from beside us and he was, of course, donning his signature cheeky grin. I couldn’t help but grin back, even though my chest was nearly caving in on itself.

“Did Spence come in today?” JJ asked Morgan, whose brows immediately furrowed.

“No, I haven’t seen him today. I think he might be coming in late, I’m not sure. He’s been kind of off, lately.” Morgan said, eyes searching my own for an answer.

“He has, hasn’t he?” I exclaimed and the two nodded in agreement, “I’ve been worried about him, maybe all that emoji-talk finally got to him.” I laughed slightly, but stopped when I found Morgan’s expression shift.

“What do you mean? I stopped trying to explain emojis to him like months ago, if the genius doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it.” Morgan shrugged, unknowingly allowing the literal caving in of my chest to take place. JJ noticed the change in me immediately.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” She asked in her usual caring manner, but I could barely hear her over the rushing of my blood in my ears.

“Nothing, nothing. Um, if he comes in today, can you just give him this?” I dismissed the conversation and handed over the brown bag with the lunch I made, disguising the sharp exhale that left my lungs. Before JJ had the opportunity to utilize her profiling skills, I gave both of them a cordial nod and left the office.

My steps felt heavier with every collision against the tile, albeit the loud thumping of my heart drowned out reality around me. My mind warped itself around irrational thoughts as my loyalty to Spencer attempted to retaliate against the invaders. The concept of Spencer as dubious and sly fell foreign to me. However, that lack of knowledge only added fuel to the imminent blaze that engulfed my head and stomach.

I swarmed with alternate realities, trying to make sense of the unknown. If Spencer was aware of my method of defining a solution, I would’ve been scolded by my naivety and illogical thinking. Oh to be a scientist–to have a mind like his. It’s a gift yet a heavy burden to carry. Is that it? Was that it? Does he not believe I’m capable of understanding a mind like his? Was I stupid? No. He had shared intimate momentos of his life before, so what was it? What can I not offer…What can I not promise to make him drift away like this?

It must have been me, right? I must’ve hit a boundary the last time we spoke! Or was it his work? No. By the time my thoughts stopped buzzing, I realized my feet carried me to the park I intended to visit earlier with Spencer. An unfamiliar pang hit my chest, sending reverbing waves throughout the cavity. A sort of ache rested in the core of my heart–something I didn’t think I would feel when reflecting on my relationship with Spencer–my Spencer. I guess I was so used to the warm bubble he fabricated that I forgot how cold the real world was.

Was that it? Did I stop being that for him too?

The thought of the slow degradation of our relationship sent a chilling shock through my veins while I swallowed pins and needles. My hand rested on a park bench next to me, letting myself use the wooden beams as support. Looking out into the far pond in the center of the park, I pulled myself to take a seat. The wind began to whistle through the trees, and the lake of glitter–the nickname I gave whenever the sun casted its glow onto the surface–lost all of its beauty. Crickets didn’t even dare to sing their usual melody and birds flew south to their homes. The breaths I took kept going nowhere, dissolving into nothing even though my chest expanded and retracted.

I pulled at the ends of my sleeves, tucking my knees into my chest as the air grew crisp. Questions of infidelity and unfounded justifications collided creating a mass of insatiable curiosity. My head coincided with entropy–it enjoyed the chaos–until suddenly it went blank. Every tether that kept me grounded vanished, my consciousness going into autopilot. I didn’t even realize the burn that resided in my eyelids or the wet streaks coating my cheeks–maybe from the dryness or something more. It was only the small drop of water landed on the back of my palm that pushed me out of the addicting trance.

Another one had landed on my forehead. And another one. And another one. I cringed as I felt the water drip from my head to the crevice of my ear. The clouds began to rumble a somber tune as it began to rain. Plucking myself from the bench, I made no hurry to make it back to the house. In a way, the droplets cascading the skin distracted me–seemingly blissful compared to the former events.

Once again, my feet held a prominent consciousness as it was the only part of me that was stable, leading me to the doorstep of my apartment complex. With what felt like a last ditch effort, I checked my phone for any new messages from Spencer. My heart lurched seeing a new notification pop up. To my surprise, it was from him.

With a deep breath and newfound hope, I unlocked the device, taking a moment to gaze at the picture of I and Spencer on the screen, before proceeding. My shoulders dropped, the tight squirming in my stomach halting. A hopeful smile crept on the corners of my lips, the previous distrust dissipating from my unreliable mind as I read the words displayed in front of me.

“Date night tomorrow?”

-

Tomorrow night couldn’t come quick enough. It somehow felt like I was holding my breath the entire day until I finally saw him. He was apologetic and sweet enough that it quieted my anxieties for a while. If he held any guilt or shame, it wasn’t apparent, or maybe he hid it well. Or maybe I was being ridiculous and reading far too much into things that could be circumstantial. But this was Spencer…my Spencer, the tenderhearted, gentle soul who made way too many corny physics jokes.

Dinner went by much smoother than I expected, but I still felt like there were things unsaid. The words felt lodged in my throat, almost like an itch I couldn’t reach. Either by mindless habit or by sheer deliberacy, we ended up in our favorite park. The very park that I found myself running to in a fit of frustration yesterday. Our feet seemed to know the way of our usual path along the pavement. I wondered briefly if there was a place I stepped in twice without noticing it. There was a lull in conversation and before I realized it, the words escaped me stealthily.

“Hey, Spence?” I started, and he took his attention off his shoes to look at me, “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” The way the words stumbled ungracefully from my lips had me cringing. He lifted a brow in intrigue and caught my eye, silently profiling me and my nervous behavior.

“Anything, love.” The use of the amorous term caught me off guard and I had to swallow under his intense gaze. I felt myself open my mouth, but the words died on my tongue as the blaring of his ringtone took the place of my voice between us. It was almost as if the scratchy melody startled him because the way he snatched himself away from me to look at his phone was worrisome.

His brows bunched together as he took a look at it, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

Without waiting for my confirmation, he pressed the phone to his ear and took a few large steps away from me, as if the space would give him more privacy. I suddenly felt extremely exposed without him by my side.

The emptiness beside me lingered of his scent, almost mocking me, the words constricting my tongue. If I had a second longer, maybe the phone call would’ve been obsolete, maybe for the first time in a long time he would’ve been selfishly mine, even for another moment. I found myself suffocating in the same place I was yesterday like some poetic injustice. Perhaps I’m just a marionette, dangling from loose strings as the universe had their way with me. Frankly that would be less upsetting than watching Spencer slip through my fingers, knowing that it was possibly me who sealed that fate, and not some otherworldly being. It would’ve been my doing, and that’s something I’m not yet ready to realize.

Maybe it was my undying curiosity or growing twinge in my chest every second passed that led me to consult the moral figures weighing down my shoulders. At two opposing extremes, they debated the right course of action–or if doing the right thing was even the course of action to consider. Surprisingly in the end, it was my impulsivity that answered for me, wasting no time to stipulate consequences.

I shook off the twisting feeling in my stomach, pushing myself off in Spencer��s direction. I kept justifying my actions by telling myself that all I would be doing is checking on him, although the underlying motive was nothing under disguise. I whispered the same mantra to myself with every inch closer. I gritted my teeth as the antsy sensation traveled to my shoulders, slowing my steps to contemplate my reasoning.

What am I doing? A harsh exhale of detest left my lungs, leaving a light yet deserved burn in my esophagus. It seemed incredulous to me that I was willing to eavesdrop on my own boyfriend, although it didn’t seem like that minutes ago. I bit the inside of my cheek in shame, turning myself around.

Has this all been in my head? No, it can’t. Then why would he lie? He wouldn’t, but he did. Confusion set deep within me, however it was my guilt that left an everlasting mark. Maybe Spencer had his reasons, he would never deliberately fib–at least the Spencer I knew would never. But what if that’s it? Did I really know Spencer that well? The world around me closed in rapidly, my senses overwhelmed. Did I make him lie? It would make sense considering my recent possessiveness. Did he see that? Did I drive him away?

I bit down on my bottom lip, threatening to break the skin. I ran my hand through my hair several times, taking a few calming breaths to compose myself. No, I can’t think like that. This is Spencer, he’s my Spe–no, maybe he never was mine?

Unable to contain my contradicting thoughts any longer, I shifted around with a newfound determination. Pushing the bile building up at the bottom of my stomach, I prepared to march my way to him. My body set aflame with feigned confidence, hopefully enough to fuel the overpowering desire to know the truth.

To know whether the truth actually lied in the irrationality of my mind

To know whether the truth lied in the coarseness of my behavior.

To know whether the truth  lied in the prospects of Spencer’s job.  

To know whether the truth-

“I guess I’ll see you on Thursday!” Spencer smiled with endearment–a smile I thought was reserved for me. “It’s a date…”

To know whether the truth was that he was no longer mine.

part 2  feedback is always appreciated!

[astronomoney]

IDK if you're still taking requests or not, but the latest fix on D. Wayne was 😍🥰. For part 2 can you add the prompts 11 from fluff, 6 from angst and 20 from neutral pretty please?🥺🥺

Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)

Prompts: Prompt list ☁︎11- “Hey hey hey, it’s ok i’m here. It’s just me ok, you’re safe.” ᜊ6- “I don’t care about you anymore.” “i’m starting to think you never did.” ⚛︎20-“Please be quite, i can’t even hear myself losing my will to live.”

Summary: After the fight you had with Damian things have been tense but sometimes bottling up your emotions only make things worse (i can’t do summary’s to save my life) enemies-to-lovers because i’m a sucker for that shit

Warnings: Blood, swearing, kinda character death i guess, Damian being a dick as always, angsty teens being angsty teens

A/n: this is a part 2 but you can find part 1 here once again this took waaaay to long to write literally i could not figure out what to do but whatever because i did it and i’m proud of myself for it (Masterlist)

Word count: 3k jeez these are getting longer

Tag list: @battlenix @pleasestophoney wow look at that multiple tags

Part 1

Love and War pt2

Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced. The downs included 8 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.

Technically he's not your enemy. At least he’s not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldn’t be sure. You’d had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he'd sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didn’t go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.

You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you weren't going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days you'd figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didn't have to interact with him at all.

It wasn't until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldn't remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.

Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you'd gotten used to the large number of furniture that was there for no reason.

The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.

There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then you'd be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.

You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a  pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that he'd switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.

Damian's pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. Above all you hated that you didn't hate him as much as you used to.

You never realized how much you talked to him until you didn't. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadn't even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal but as you sat there staring at your book you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

After three to many nightmares where Damian got hurt, you finally realized how badly you needed him back. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.

"Look-"

"Damian-" you both spoke at the same time. "Sorry, you go first." You apologized.

"No you can go first." He replied almost nervously. That couldn't be right, he never got nervous.

"Uh I was just going to say, well i've been thinking lately,"

"You?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh haha really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second." He was not making this easy. "I know we haven't been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh." You couldn't find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. "You've just seemed... off, lately and if it has something to do with me-"

"It doesn't." He cut you off. "I'm not 'off' and even if I was you definitely wouldn't be the cause." His expression was blank but calculated.

"Well jeez you don't have to be so rude about it." You sneered back at him. "What were you trying to say anyway." So much for your apology.

"I've convinced father to change our partners." His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.

"You what?" You stood up. You couldn't believe he actually did that without talking to you first.

He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. "We don't work well together, you can't tell me you don't agree."

"I don't! We've been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr Freeze's death ray thingy." you exaggerated your point by waving our hands through the air. "We stopped those. Together. You can't just go around changing things without asking me first!" You were fuming.

"Sure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what I did, you just got in the way." he pointed at you.

Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of 'he did this she did that'. You were so sick of it. "That's bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I don't even want to be your partner anymore."

"Neither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!" He stared you down and if you weren't so fired up you'd probably be intimidated.

"God you're so annoying!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “You think you're so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality you're exactly like the rest of us!"

What were you doing? This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldn't help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didn't want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation you'd had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.

"I'm going to prove that i'm better than you. I'll do it on my own too!" You told him.

"Go ahead and try! You can do whatever you want because I don't care about you anymore."

You stepped back, stood as tall as you could without going on your tiptoes and took a breath. "I'm starting to think you never did." You said calmly, it seemed to catch him off guard and he didn't retaliate. You grabbed your book and turned towards the door. Dick was standing there, completely still and staring at you and Damian.

"Woah." He said awkwardly. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation he'd just stumbled on.

You pushed past him and into the hallway. Tears were building up in the corners of your eyes so you had to move fast, the last thing you needed right now was for them to see you cry. 

Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. "I can't believe her," he muttered to himself. "I'm starting to think you never did. That doesn't even make sense."

"Because... you do care about her?" Dick asked. It probably wasn't the best choice of words.

Damian looked back at him with an almost offended expression. "That's ridiculous! I don't care about her, that was basically the whole point of our conversation."

"Was that a conversation? The part of that 'conversation' I saw seemed more like her yelling at you and then you... yelling back." He stated the obvious.

"That was completely her fault," Damian defended. He seemed angry but it wasn't his usual kind. Usually it was directed at someone or something and usually that thing would get acquainted with his katana but this time he was mad at himself and he couldn't understand why. "I don't care about her." He repeated quietly almost trying to remind himself more than anything.

You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but the universe had other plans. 3 hours, 5 episodes of your favorite show, and a nest made of blankets later you got a call from Tim asking you to come to the cave.

He didn't tell you why he needed you, he just said to meet him in the lower level of the cave so when you got there you were very surprised to find him and Damian standing in the hallway. You groaned internally and considered turning around and just walking away but Tim spotted you before you could. Damian's back was to you so he didn't know who it was until he turned around and you saw his face fall.

'Nice to see you too asshole' You thought to yourself, walking over to stand near him but still keeping your distance. "What did you need?" You asked, wanting to get out of there as soon as humanly possible. You kept your eyes ahead trying not to look at Damian and you had the feeling he was doing the same.

The entire mood of the dimly lit hallway had shifted from the moment you locked eyes with him and the tension was noticeable. Tim looked between the two of you before clearing his throat and bringing the attention back to him. "I actually don't need anything."

"So then why did you call telling me to come down here?" Damian asked, clearly annoyed that Tim was wasting his time.

Tim smirked in response and opened the door before Jason, who was behind you apparently, pushed you both into the room before either of you could react. You landed on top of Damian with a grunt. Once you realized you were on top of him you felt your cheeks turn red and you stood up quickly. You could have sworn you saw the slightest bit of a blush on him but you were too preoccupied with the now locked door to think about too much.

"Ok love birds here's the deal, you're petty hormone fueled fighting is driving us crazy and now we're doing something about it." Jason told you from the other side of the small glass window. "We said you were gonna lock you in a room until you figured out how to get along and now we're following through." he smirked.

"I swear to god if you lock me in this room with him,"  you motioned towards Damian, "I will drop kick you into the sun."

"If you let us out now maybe I won't kill you," Damian threatened alongside you.

"Maybe if you’d learned to talk to each other like normal people you wouldn’t be here in the first place," Tim said. "We'll be back after patrol so you've got about," he looked at his watchless wrist "4ish hours. Have fun." And with that they both walked away.

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWA- and they're gone. Dammit." You cursed and hit the steel door which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. "Shit," You shook your hand.

"Well that was just stupid," Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didn't pull away or even really register what he was doing.

"Oh i'm sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?" you sneered back. "What even is this place anyway," You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.

"A containment cell for metas, we haven't used it for a while so the power blockers are probably turned off." he told you before releasing your hand. "You definitely bruised it but you'll be fine."

You reluctantly thanked him and turned back to the door to see if you could get it open somehow. "Ok so how do we get out?"

"We don't."

You flipped around, surprised to hear him give up without even trying. "You're kidding right? There's gotta be some way out of here. We're superheros, a few walls can't hold us,” you exclaimed. “Can't you use those ninja skills you're so proud of and like... kick it down, or something?" You watched him walk to the back of the small cell and sit down on the floor.

"No," he replied simply. "This room was built to hold the most dangerous people in Gotham and I don't know if you've noticed but we don't have any of our gear." He glared at you and you rolled your eyes.

"So we're just supposed to wait here until they get back? We can't just sit here all night," You tried to convince him to do... anything really.

"Well if you're so keen on getting out then let's hear your genius plan," He leaned forward with all the smugness of billionaires son, daring you to say something.  "That's what I thought. Now will you please be quiet, I can't even hear myself losing my will to live."

"Fine whatever we'll just stay here in complete silence," You muttered sarcastically under your breath. Damian remained quiet as you started pacing back and forth but you could tell he was watching you.

After pacing for about 30 minutes you realized how tired you were from training so hard the past couple of days and sat down in the corner. You spent so much time over the last week worrying about Damian that you hadn't let yourself relax long enough to get any real rest. The little sleep you did manage to get mostly turned to nightmares.

At first you didn't even realize you were asleep. It all looked real enough except for the fact that you'd somehow been transported to a rooftop. You scanned your surroundings but everything was just slightly out of focus so you couldn't tell exactly where you were. When you turned around you saw him. Damian was there, and behind him was a shadowy sort of silhouette.

The shadow raised a knife and you realized what was happening. You tried to warn him, you tried to scream or yell or move but it was no use. The knife plunged into Damians back and you were helpless to stop it. You felt the pain he felt, you felt the blade slice through you. Finally you could move again but it was too late. The shadow disappeared but you didn't care about it, all you wanted to do was get to Damian. You ran forward but it was like running through water, your body moved in slow motion and you watched the blood start to pool underneath him.

Suddenly you were falling. Damian was gone, the roof was gone, everything was gone, it was just you and a black abyss trying to swallow you up. You screamed again but no noise came out, it was like all the air was being sucked from your lungs. It was silent and dark and empty nothingness until you saw a faint light. Then you heard something, your name being repeated, someone calling you and then you were pulled out of the void.

You shot up and gasped for air and frantically looked around but your eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. You heard a familiar soothing voice pulled you farther out of your trance.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok i'm here." The voice was calm and concerned at the same time. "It's just me ok, you're safe," Rough hands gently turned your head and the first thing you saw clearly was a pair of worried green eyes. You're breathing slowed and you're heart nearly skipped a beat.

Wrapping your arms around his chest you pulled him closer. He hesitated for a moment before folding you into his embrace. It was soft and delicate and it seemed like he was scared of holding you too tightly. Neither of you said anything else, you just sat there on the floor of a meta containment cell in each other's arms.

Time stood still and you finally admitted the truth to yourself. The real reason you hated Damian was because you loved him.

A/n: might fuck around and make a part 3 with the classic “because i love you!” confession scene

[coexiising]

angel of small death & the codeine scene - anakin skywalker

SUMMARY ◆ anakin is just so fucking enamored by you that he can’t take it holding back from professing it anymore. porn with a plot lol. 

WARNING(S) ◆ smut, lowkey public sex but not rly, y’all just fuck in his ship in the hangar, dirty talk, unedited

WORDS ◆ 2.5k

NOTE ◆ this is based off of the song ‘angel of small death & the codeine scene’ by hozier so yeah listen to that if you desire but i can’t stop you if u don’t. this is really short lol im just indulging

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“YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE HAVING TROUBLE WITH YOUR SHIP?” YOU ASKED THE GENERAL, WALKING UP THE RAMP. it was later in the day, and just as you were going to call it a day and settle down for the night, you got a call on your comms asking for you to come down to the hangar. that was where the commander told you that they were experiencing some problems with general skywalker’s ship and sent you to do your job. 

you hadn’t been working in tech for super long, still young enough to make a real job out of it. but you joined the side of the republic in the war because you didn’t want to see democracy die, and if you could play a small part in that, that was good enough for you. 

there was a clank of something mechanical from the main control center and no response to your question, prompting you to walk towards the noise to find out if the general was making the problem worse. the second you came within a few feet of him, he jumped and turned around to face you, wrench in his hand. “maker, you scared me,” he stated. 

a small grin made it’s way onto your face. “aren’t you supposed to be able to sense things coming up behind you?” 

generally, you wouldn’t be talking that way to a general of the republic. but anakin was different, more close to your age and really didn’t care all that much for titles or respective ranks. you could see it with the way he treated the soldiers with as much respect he would give to someone like general kenobi or general windu. 

anakin laughed, stepping out of the way to let you see what he was attempting to do. you saw all these wires popping out of place, and one of the pipes completely busted out of its socket. how the hell had he managed to do this? you turned back to face him and cocked your head to the side, motioning at the carnage and saying, “how did this even happen?” 

you allowed your eyes to only look into his blue ones, because you knew the second you let them do what they wanted, you would look over him like he was a meal. and to your defense, anakin was incredibly hot. there was no denying it. but he was a jedi, and a general, and to the most of your knowledge nothing was ever going to happen. 

he cleared his throat. “just a . . . just a mishap that’s all, look, can you fix it or not?” 

“yeah, it shouldn’t take too long,” you replied, setting down your bag filled with tools and beginning to work. and then hopefully you would finally be done for the day and could get some much needed rest. 

“alright, i’ll be back in just a moment,” anakin told you, his hand coming to your waist for just a moment to push past you. you knew that it was just something that he did absentmindedly, but it sent a shock through your body, making your brain hotwire for just a moment. but as soon as it was there, it was gone and you were alone in his ship. 

anakin knew that he was a reckless person. it was evident to anyone that most of the time he did what he wanted, not taking into account any of the possible consequences afterwards. you would think that being a jedi wouldn’t keep that much room for error, since sometimes the weight of the galaxy sat on his shoulders, but there were times where he felt himself breaking away from the jedi code. and that happened the second he saw you. 

he knew that it was wrong to lust over some mechanic that he only saw from afar most days, but you were just so goddamn beautiful he couldn’t help himself. anakin admired the way that you carried yourself, confidently in anything that you did, the way that your hair framed your face every day, and the face you made when you were concentrating. 

at first it just started off as a passing thought, just a brief ‘oh, she’s hot’ instinct that everyone had once in a while, but now he knew that he wanted you. and anakin was planning on just letting the feeling run its course until it was sucessfully gone, but the second you walked into his ship, he could feel the want practically jumping off of you. 

he had to have you, especially now since he knew the feeling was mutual. there was just the tricky task of initiating something.  

you puffed out a small breath, biting the inside of your cheek as your fingers carefully patched wires together. it was getting later and still no sign of anakin again. weird, you thought to yourself, but not so unlikely. it’s not like you needed him to complete your job anyways. you went back to work, wondering what could have possibly happened to general skywalker. 

it seems that devising a plan to get your attention was harder than the man wanted to admit, because he had been standing next to the ramp for almost ten minutes now since he had left for a quick daily briefing. he was probably looking like an idiot just standing there. to hell with it. he would just improvise. like he did most things. 

“you finished yet?” you heard anakin ask from behind you. you shook your head in response, taking a moment to look at him. 

“your power converters are basically fried,” you told anakin, your cheeks flaring up at the way he was looking down at you. sure, there had always been a slight height difference between the two of you, but you were crouching down right level with his hips. you bit your lip and immediately got back to work, pretending like you weren’t just thinking about giving him a blowjob right then and there. 

the problem was that anakin knew exactly what you were thinking and that smirk came onto his face, leaning against the wall closest to you and watching you work. your face flared up, feeling his eyes trail on you. “do you have to watch me while i’m working?” you asked him in a hushed tone, as if you weren’t trying to ask him that indirectly. 

“am i making you nervous?” 

your stomach dropped, you were so flustered by him that the cable almost slipped out of your hands onto the floor. luckily you were quick to conceal it and you hoped that anakin didn’t notice. but he did, he was watching your every move, seeing how long it took before you broke. “no, general skywalker, you are not making me nervous, just tired that’s all,” you said, not daring to look at him. 

though, the next thing anakin asked caught you off guard. 

“when are you just going to admit you want me?” 

you would be lying if you said your knees didn’t feel like giving out right then and there. anakin said it in a deep voice, like he was teasing you for your attraction towards him. your mouth felt dry, like someone was stuffing cotton balls right down your throat. there wasn’t anything you thought you could say to try and defend yourself. 

instead you stood up and crossed your arms, looking into those eyes to decifer what he was thinking. anakin was looking right back at you with those magnificent eyes of yours, yet there was a hint of something else there. he was being mischevious and you knew it, toying around with you all because he could feel the feelings you were giving off. “fine, general, i do feel something towards you, but what does that have to do with anything?” you said, deciding to take the high ground. 

it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, and before you knew it he was walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. woah. this was not the reaction that you thought you were going to get. honestly, you thought that he would kick you out and order for someone else to come fix his ship. this was definitely not that. 

“I asked you,” he started, one of his hands coming up along your back to your neck. you shivered and leaned into his touch. “because i want you too.” both of you were staring into each other’s eyes, almost daring each other to make the first move. 

and that’s all it took before you were leaning in, hesitating for just one second more as your nose brushed against his own. there was still time for you to compose yourself and walk away, leave your desires there and forget this ever happened. 

to hell with it. you wanted him and he was looking at you like you put stars in the sky. the stupid jedi code would just have to be pushed aside for the moment, because you were closing the gap between both of you and kissing him, body intermingling with his own. 

it was a mesh of your gasps from his roaming hands and his groans from your own hands tangling and tugging on those curls of his that were just begging to be ran through. you could’ve sworn anakin tasted like berries and he kissed with so much want and need that it was almost hard to keep up with him. but you did nonetheless, wanting as much as he was willing to give you. these types of things only happened in your wildest dreams. 

your back was soon pressed against the wall that he was once leaning on, one hand on your waist and the other sitting comfortably on your neck to keep you close to him. the air was hot and heavy surrounding both of you and you pressed your body against him, signaling that you needed him right now. 

anakin pulled away, cheeks red from lack of air. “the guards come to check the hangar every 2200 hours,” he told you, forehead pressing against your own. you looked at the clock behind him and saw that it was almost that time, and that you had at least fifteen minutes maybe less if the guards decided to come a few minutes early. 

you were quick to think, your eyes landing on the chair near the controls. he seemed to hear your thoughts, pressing a kiss against your lips before bringing you over there by your hands. you pushed him down onto his seat, pulling down your pants just enough and watching as he pulled himself out of his pants. 

of course anakin skywalker was packing.

you swore that if you could take your time with him, you would already be on your knees for him. oh well, there would just have to be a next time. 

“hurry,” anakin said to you, helping you up onto him so you were straddling him, your knees on either side of his sitting body on the chair. you put your hands against his shoulders for support and once you were ready, you sunk down onto him and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. he filled you up just right and it was better than you could ever imagine. anakin panted below you, head bowing down to nip at the exposed parts of your neck. 

the second the pain began to subside, you experimentally moved your hips forward, feeling a wave of pleasure course through your entire body. it almost stopped you from moving, which was not good for the time constraint. just as you were about to begin again, anakin grabbed your hips forcefully and lifted you up slightly, biceps flexing as his hips raised to meet your own. 

you couldn’t stop yourself from making noise while he continued with this fast pace in the same way, mouth wide open and hands shaking as they tried to keep their hold on him. you were hot all over, every time he pushed into you it felt like he was splitting you open so deliciously. the noise being made by both of you incredibly lewd, though it was on neither of your minds. 

you always thought that anakin looked so good after battle, when there was still sweat on his brow and his hair was all messy. he looked like that now, except you were the person messing up his hair and making him sweat, and that made your heart swoon. you wanted to kiss him and now there was nothing stopping you. your lips attached to his in a hungry kiss, tongue slipping right into his mouth and prodding against his own. everything was hot, sloppy, and messy and you didn’t care. 

“you look so hot like this,” anakin told you against your lips, pulling back and watching your face as he pounded into you. and he wasn’t lying, it was one of the best things he’s ever seen in his life. he made sure that he would remember this moment so he could replay it in his mind over and over again. “if i would’ve known you’d take me this good i would’ve done something sooner.” 

you couldn’t respond to him with words, only moans that came from deep in your throat. you weren’t going to last much longer, not when every time his hips hit your own it rubbed against your clit for just a short moment. you tried to help him with the movement, circling your hips and feeling the release creep up on you before you could compose yourself. 

“anakin,” you moaned out as you hit that much needed orgasm, looking right into his eyes as you fell apart. you were so sensitive that you whined against his neck where your head now laid, making use of your lips by kissing along his tanned neck. 

a few more thrusts and he was there, cumming right inside of you and making you hum in contentment. the two of you caught your breath against one another, his hand coming to rub against your back in a way that was surprisingly really loving. you moved your head so you were facing him and he leaned in to give you one last kiss, pushing away the hair that had fallen into your eyes. 

a new voice in the hangar made you jump, realizing that the cloned guards were here. both of you scrambled to get up, helping each other dress and look at least a little presentable. your legs were shaking with every step and you heard anakin laugh a little from behind you, making you hit his shoulder jokingly. the footsteps came closer and soon enough one of the commanders was looking at the two of you. for good measure, you picked up your bag of supplies. 

“general skywalker, you’re out here late,” the guard said, giving a look at you. “is everything alright?” 

“yes,” anakin responded. “the mechanic here was just finishing up work on my ship.” 

as soon as the guards stepped away, you gave him a look. “you know i didn’t even finish repairments, right?” 

anakin shrugged, a grin on his face. “i guess you’ll just have to come back tomorrow then, same time?” 

“sure thing, general.”