#anyway they’re dumb asses your honor

[bottomvalerius]

when Julian and Donna were dealing with plague shit, they insisted that Julian “hot box his plague mask” and he was out of commission for a few days off of one hit

[kkuzushi]

KRNDJENSIND words cannot express how happy i am when you wrote my "loving scara in the public restroom" request LIKE— AAAAAA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH

Yes i have came to you with ANOTHER REQUEST— imagine reader being so busy because of assignments and scara is over here being a top 1 student who already finished all his homeworks and gets frustrated(also concerned) with you because he thinks you're so stupid to not know/understand this equation/subject and how you're not sleeping and eating that much. And whenever he offers to help you, you refuse and he gets so frustrated that he started insulting you like crazy and now you two started fighting..... One thing led to another and scara found himself pinned on the bed while getting pounded— and and they are still insulting each other while they're at it

So they're kinda like fighting while making love..............

You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable... But if you do plan on taking this, THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also can I be 🎐 or 💜 anon? (Incase the former has already been taken...)

“ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆..𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗱 ”

✦ characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

✦ cw: modern college scara, rival-ish, handjob (giving), slight brat taming, slight humiliation, edging, begging, dacryphilia, cock/strap penetration

✦ word count: 2.199k

✦ notes: I may or may not have gotten overboard with this one.. Apologies for the late submission, but yes, you can be my 🎐anon. <3

✦ Part 1 | Part 2

Hell week has arrived at your university which means it's time for endless study sessions in your room like every normal student would do, unless they’re confident with their skills.

And of course, one of those students was Scaramouche—the one who effortlessly reaches the honor list. Seriously, how does he do it? Either way, that should be the least of your problems. You're over competing with him when it comes to academics.

However, the man doesn't seem to get the hint, always disturbing the peace in your shared dorm everytime he sees you going cross-eyed with the learning materials scattered at your work desk.

Scaramouche leans casually against the doorway, watching you silently for a moment as you pore over your notes. A smirk slowly spreads across his face before he speaks, the teasing arrogance evident in his voice.

“Are you stressing over there again?” He crosses his arms, walking closer and peering at your notes. “I could ace this in my sleep. You know, if you're going to work this hard, at least make sure it's worth it.”

His tone softens just slightly as his eyes flicker over your tired expression. “Just go to bed, you won't be able to surpass me no matter how you study anyway.”

You kept your eyes glued to your notes, not allowing the annoying presence beside you to disturb your concentration. “Bold of you to assume I'm studying to ‘surpass’ you,” You responded shortly after.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow—if you weren't studying to surpass him, then why are you working your ass off for this? He wouldn't say you're on the same level of intelligence as him but it's not like you were dumb.

But that's what you two were, right? Academic rivals, or at least, that's what he thought.

“Anyway, could you leave? I need to focus here,” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, remembering he's still in your room.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Scaramouche asks, crossing his arms as he looks down at you with a smirk. “Last time I checked, we share this dorm.”

“This dorm, not this room,” You corrected, clicking your pen. “Now leave, your annoying face is distracting me.”

How rude, he's been doing nothing but ease your mind from the stress you're experiencing. Sure he just teases the hell out of you, but can't you be a little more appreciative?

“You're an ungrateful brat, you know that?” He frowned, snatching a page of your notes from your desk. He hummed, taking a good look at what you've written, though it looked like he's just judging your handwriting.

“Who the hell needs to take notes in math? Just remember the formula and you're good to go,” Scaramouche complained. Was he just sugarcoating the question “are you stupid”? You could almost hear those same exact words in between his statements.

“Well unfortunately, not everyone is like you,” You argued before extending your hand, gesturing for the note he's still holding, “Now give that back.”

Scaramouche hummed, his eyes flickering over to you and the paper he’s holding before his lips curled upwards again. “And if I say no?” He grinned, keeping the item out of your reach.

You could almost feel a vein appear on your forehead—irritation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling when it comes to dealing with your roommate. You pushed yourself up and reached for the paper but Scaramouche was too quick to pull it away.

“Scaramouche!” You called out, the frustration in your tone becoming more apparent. His grin widened, enjoying your helplessness in this situation, “Too slow.”

You make another attempt to reach for it, lunging forward with determination, and to your misfortune, Scaramouche pulls away at the last minute—a sharp, ripping sound coming from the material, tearing down from the middle, leaving the both of you with a piece.

Scaramouche was stunned for a moment, it wasn't part of his plan to rip out your notes. His smirk falters but he composed himself, swallowing the guilt, “That was clearly your fault. If you asked nicely, I would’ve–”

Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself tumbling backwards onto your bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden weight. “Hey–! What the fuck was that for?!” He retorted, supporting himself on his elbows.

You approached him on the bed, one leg sliding in between his, your knee pressing lightly on his crotch. His eyes widened slightly from the contact, but he hid it with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a low tone.

“You think you can just waltz in here,” You pressed down your knee, feeling his member throb. “Disturb me while I'm studying, then ruin my notes for fun?” You added more pressure, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped.

“You think I did that on purpose?!” He argued, his cheeks puffing with red tint. The tension’s getting to him and he can't say he doesn’t like it, but that doesn't make it less embarrassing. “I would've given it back if you begged,” He added, grabbing your shoulders to push you away with an obvious half-hearted strength.

“Begging, huh?” A malicious smirk appeared on your lips. Your hand reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his garment that's now outlining a bulge.

“Hey! Don't you dare–” Scaramouche attempts to push your hand away, but you were quick enough to pin his wrists above his head. Now he was fully trapped beneath you, the warmth on his cheeks deepening as he scowled at you.

“Can't you be cooperative for once?” You huffed, now taking his boxers off. He wriggled his hips to make things difficult for you yet it only assisted in removing his garment. His cock springs out, arousal evident with how hard he already got.

You eyed him, watching his reaction once your hand was wrapped around his length, pumping to and fro. The indigo-haired boy bit his lip, suppressing his sounds, though soft whimpers escaped.

“There's no need to be shy.”

“I'm not! You're just bad at giving handjo–ohmmFuHK–♡”

“You talk too much,” You grumbled and picked up the pace. A bead of precum instantly leaked out from the head of his cock, allowing your hand to slide easily on his shaft.

Scaramouche gritted his teeth, unable to protest any longer in fear of moaning accidentally as soon as he opens his mouth. With how vulnerable he felt in this compromising position, he felt himself getting closer to edge, quicker than he usually does.

“Shit– hah.. ‘m gonna..♡” He murmured, closing his eyes as he accepted the inevitable defeat—until your hand stopped, forcing his climax to go back down.

His eyes shot open, not expecting for you to deny him release. “Why’d you stop??” Scaramouche asked frustratedly, his hips bucking to your palm to create friction.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, “You didn't expect to cum so easily, did you?” you teased. A baffled expression appears on the indigo haired man’s face, his eyebrows furrowing down.

“Hm, maybe if you begged,” You cooed, using his previous words against him as you start stroking his cock once more, “I might just consider it.”

His eyes widened a little more, begging? You must be out of your mind if you think you'll get the Scaramouche to beg, much less for a release.

But things aren't working out to his favor. Your hand around the length, the relentless pace returning as his hips snapped from the sensation. Scaramouche could no longer argue; the pressure mounting inside him was too much, threatening to explode once again.

“Too fast– ngh– gonna..! ♡” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his body tensed, unable to hold back the impending release. Just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, your hand abruptly stopped again, “Didn't I say you should beg?”

His eyes fluttered open, a mixture of frustration and desperation on his face. “I never agreed to do that,” He huffed, wiggling his wrists out of your grip.

Seems like a simple handjob won't do the trick. Deciding to take it up a notch, you pulled your own pants down. The blush on Scaramouche's face tripled, “What are you planning?” He asked in a sharp tone though he can't deny how his cock throbbed at the sight of your own.

“Don’t play stupid,” You sneered, grinding the head on Scaramouche's ass, pressing your body against his to spread his legs; your free hand moved to his hips, supporting your position.

His eyebrows furrowed further to your comment, lips quivering as he slowly engulfs your length. Once you full bottom out, Scaramouche tried to relax, his breath coming with uneven huffs as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“You look cute underneath me like this,” You teased as you started to thrust into him at a languid pace. A gasp would leave his mouth every time you'd rub him deeply inside—If he could, he'd grab onto you or the sheets to ground himself, but with his wrists still pinned down by your grip, all he could do was accept the sensation.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He's a patient man and you'll start to get needy soon, Scaramouche thinks to himself. Unfortunately, this was a game he was losing. “Would you stop playing around!?” he hissed, the desperation seething with every word.

You kept the agonizingly slow pace, dragging out every second, watching him writhe with need. Every teasing thrust had him gasping, his body trembling with anticipation, yet you refused to give him what he wanted.

Scaramouche's frustration finally reached its peak, patience snapping as he growled through gritted teeth. “If you’re going fuck me, then fuck me properly!” He spat, his indigo eyes narrowing in aggravation. “Or are you so incompetent that you can’t even do this right?” His voice trembled though still attempted to argue.

You raised an eyebrow, your amusement only growing at his outburst. “Bold words,” you smirked, leaning down to kiss his neck, “for someone who’s trembling.”

“Youhnn♡... jerk!” Scaramouche retorted, his voice laced with both frustration and embarrassment as his body trembled beneath yours again. “Fucking brat..” he added, breathless as his chest heaved with every sharp inhale, his emotions threatening to spill over completely.

“Ironic,” You laughed. Scaramouche’s frustration mounted as his head fell back against the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the watery sensation. He couldn’t stand this anymore. The humiliation, the teasing—it was too much.

“Shut up...” he whispered, voice trembling as tears began to well in the corners of his eyes. His breath hitched, and despite himself, a frustrated sob broke through his chest. “Shut up and just–just fuck me already!” His voice wavered, filled with desperation.

The word left his lips before he could stop it, and the moment it did, Scaramouche’s defiance shattered completely. He was crying now, tears mixing with frustration as his body gave up the fight. “Fuck me properly already.. please..!” He whimpered, the last word coming out unexpectedly.

You didn't think he'd cry from desperation but it was definitely a beautiful sight. Just having the ever so prideful and arrogant Scaramouche trembling, crying, and begging underneath you.. it was like you're on top of the world already.

Finally getting what you wanted, you firmly grabbed his hips and gave him one rough thrust, to which he responded with a choked out gasp. “Like that?” You murmured.

“Yes!♡ Ohngh god.. more! ♡” He moaned, his back arching with how precise your cock has hit his sensitive prostate. You've been teasing and edging him for too long, it feels like he's about to crumble just this very moment.

As you continued fucking his ass with more enthusiasm, Scaramouche could no longer stop his wanton moans. “More, please..hah–♡” He begged though still quite with a demanding tone, “Don't you–mmngh♡♡–dare stop..!”

You feel him slowly tightening around your length, his climax building up once more.

“I'm close–”

“You know what to say.”

“..let me cum.. please–AHnggh!♡♡”

How does the word ‘please’ sound so good from his mouth? It only motivated you to finally let him get his release, pounding him vigorously without a break. The overwhelming sensation has his legs shaking, and with one last scream– “C-Comingghmmm..!!♡♡♡”

Ropes of thick cum shot out, landing on his stomach. He whimpered and panted heavily, all energy he had earlier now extinct. You continued to thrust a little more before your own orgasm joined him, your body slowly collapsing on top of him.

The two of you stayed there, bodies sticking with sweat and other fluids. “I'm still not letting you off the hook about my notes,” you wheezed, managing a tired grin.

“I have some.. in my room,” he muttered, his voice weak and a little hoarse. He was still catching his breath but his usual sharpness had faded, replaced with exhaustion and a hint of embarrassment.

“In math? I thought you didn't need that,” you smirked as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face. “You better not be lying, or we’ll be doing this all over again.”

Scaramouche let out a quiet scoff, his usual attitude barely making a comeback. “As if you’d complain.”

[tuesdayisfordancing]

People make fun of Newbury Honor books and how they’re all about making kids sad but honestly my memory of Newbury Honor books is like. Ella Enchanted aka a fucking incredible cultural treasure of a work of children’s literature about the value of disobedience. A Single Shard which I don’t know how it would hold up my current standards for literature cuz I haven’t read it since elementary school but definitely was about hope and not in a fake-ass “your dog died but it’s important to be hopeful anyway” way. And at least one Joan Bauer book, all of which that I recall were fun and thought-provoking to my growing brain, even if looking back I think I have some disagreements with the author. I’ve no doubt the medal got slapped on a lot of dumb transparent tearjerkers, but my experience was pretty positive I gotta say!

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

I’m not saying Nate and Molly had no idea what they’re doing. But I will say the origin and the execution has lead me to this conclusion. That being that the whole Heart of Etheria thing is stupid. It comes out of nowhere in s4. And it was only created by Molly on the fly because Nate wrote them/himself into a corner. And maybe I’m just too dumb to understand it, but nothing about it makes sense. It siphoned off all of the magic from the planet (or universe, idfk) but magic still exists??? It’s powerful enough to destroy planets if activated (releasing all the magic at once through She-Ra in a powerful burst) but if shut down (releasing all the magic through She-Ra in a totally different way?) simply let’s magic return to Etheria? By all means, I’d assume Etheria has magic already, and that even with the failsafe that much magic released at once would destroy shit.

And look, not to be the ‘they changed it and now it sucks’ guy. But this is the only iteration to even do this. Before this show, there was never a Heart of Etheria. There was a Heart of ETERNIA, the wellspring (not container or weapon) of all magic on Eternia. And there was a CENTER of Etheria, the source of time on Etheria, all controlled by a magic clock. And idk about you, but something about Eternia holding power, and Etheria holding time just makes sense. The planets are siblings to eachother, like how the swords go to the twins.

Sword of Power. Sword of Protection.

By the Power of Grayskull. For the Honor of Grayskull.

The Heart. The Center.

The source of Power. The source of Time.

You’ll notice all the former comparisons are based on power, while the latter is always different. It just feels like there’s be a better sense of balance it one creates power, and not the other. Yes, I know Eternia isn’t expanded upon in this series, but it’s already an established concept that’s understood in a lot of the MOTU fandom, so I’m counting it. I know changing and adding your own things to an established canon can be good. There are good reboots, really good ones that change and add new stuff and work. But when your execution is god-awful, and the concept just flies in the face of the core and lore, you gotta realize it’s a bad idea.

Anyways, sorry for the long ass rant.

^^

[sasster]

2, 6, 12, 15, 26, and 27 for Thuien also..

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Well, he can definitely take care of a child! He's pretty good at it. Look at how Zurven turned out! He does, however, have a brown thumb and probably shouldn't be trusted to keep a garden or take care of a single plant. I think he's likely to just straight up forget about plants as needing care in any capacity.

And having pets.. He's not into all of that. But he is very good at taking care of other peoples pets. Likes animals just fine, just doesn't want to be responsible for keeping one alive himself.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

He trusts Lopard with literally everything. If he's struggling in any capacity for any reason.. Lopard will probably be the first person he goes to for advice anyway. They're good brothers, your honor.

He would never take advice from Caenos. Something wrong with that guy.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

I don't know if he thinks that romance as it exists in media is... Feasible? If it's fair, even. He thinks expecting someone to love you completely 100% of the time 24/7 is.. Kind of selfish. Because sometimes the people you love piss you off, and that's okay. Often, though, in media having one bad day is the same as just like blowing a relationship up forever and he thinks that's dumb.

He likes realistic love. He thinks realistic love varies from person to person too, so what the hell is the definition of that realistic love? He doesn't know.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Uhm. Trying to force people to see things at your level. If he finds himself in an argument with anyone for any reason he'll give it the ole college try to try and come to the same terms -- But if the person is stubborn and refuses to find a halfway point

Why bother? He's moving on. Stupidity.

Talent or effort?

Effort. He thinks you can have a natural talent for something and be absolutely ass at it if you don't hone the skill.

Actively pursuing something that maybe you aren't great at initially, he thinks, reflects on your character!!

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Some grudges are worth holding, but he'll choose forgiveness wherever plausible.

Let's learn some things about some guys

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

Sorry for my relative absence, I was finishing finals last week lol. Anyway I’m back and ready to read the new chapter!

As a younger sibling, I love seeing Colin roast the shit out of benedict lmao

Ooh perceptive Josie! I was wondering when she’d catch on!

I love how Anthony so clearly thinks that family is #1 in his life and can’t comprehend anyone else thinking differently. I wonder if Ben will lean on him and if he’ll learn about clover’s family, and how he would react. I think it would explain a lot about her to him.

Also the only reason I think Anthony in particular would be involved is because I feel like clover’s parents will try to extort her and Ben in some way, probably financially, in which case they’d probably need to disclose it to Anthony and/or bring him in to consult on how to legally get rid of them.

Also going back to the Anthony and family thing: he so clearly has a set definition of what family means and what you would do for them, and how you would treat them even. It’s very black and white- either your family or you’re not, in which case he’s not going to really care about you. The one exception I can think of to that rule would be Charlie.

I mean, thinking back to the duel with Simon, he so clearly is willing to turn on him in a moments notice as soon as he thought that Simon was hurting his family.

It’s a fascinating dynamic- how far would he go for his family, and how much he would take for them. It’s like the very definition of he would burn down the whole world just to see them safe.

And seeing this with clover is especially interesting because she started very much as an outsider and he considered her basically a hostile threat to be controlled, and then almost immediately after she became family, he’s suddenly expecting everything to be good between them.

Idk idk just a lot of thoughts (I didn’t even read clover’s response, just the first line of Anthony saying “better terms? We’re family.” Lol so idk if what continues will completely invalidate everything I just wrote or not lolololol)

I love how clover kind of bulldozes over Anthony and doesn’t really ever let him speak. She does this a lot but so does he, so it’s interesting to see him be on the receiving end for once. They’re so similar it’s crazy.

(Their dynamic also a really interesting case study of how one instance of severe emotional trauma has significantly different effects than severe, prolonged physical, verbal, and emotional trauma, but also how trauma fucks you up in an overarching way that is similar/apparent to anyone paying attention)

Lmfao clover just asserting to Anthony that his most strongly kept secret is so obvious to her. Love to see it (also yes anthony get off your dumb ass)

THE DUEL IS THE DUEL IN THIS CHAPTER?!!???!!!???!!?? IS EVERYONE GOING TO GET SUPER INSPIRED TO GET OFF THEIR ASSES?!!??!!??!!??!!????

HES NOT EVEN FUCKING GOING TO TELL HER HES GOING TO BE AT A DUEL?!!??!!??!!?!!!

damn I know he’s protecting her because she’ll probably have a panic attack when she realizes, but she’s going to be so fucking pissed and probably still have a panic attack anyway when she finds out. Ben what happened to always being honest with her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 they were finally having such a nice, emotionally vulnerable, sober moment together too!!!!!!!!

Also at least we know that Anthony is going to get off his ass for Charlie finally. Thanks to clover for inspiring him and everything. Damn, if clover isn’t the maid of honor/best woman at the wedding, then Anthony will have really fucked up. He owes her BIG time.

Damn clover is going to have a crisis about nearly getting what she wanted. Holy fuck, my god, Ben you’re such a dumbass

The duel ended and Ben didn’t even come home!!! Oh my god how could Ben let Lottie be the one to tell her!!!!!!! Oh my fucking god Ben you dumbass!!!

(I know it’s fair because he’s been doing everything perfectly so far and he was bound to mess up at some point, plus I know he’s doing it with the best intentions but still!!!!!!! Ben you can’t do this to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Wait who was Simon’s second?

Damn for Lottie’s sake, I almost hope she leaves because clover is going to be a fucking Hurricane and I’m worried who she’ll hurt along the way.

Also anthony was so close to having a decent relationship with clover and he just totally wrecked it for the foreseeable future.

Mostly she’s going to be mad at Ben, obviously because they’re the closest, but she’s going to be really pissed at everyone involved. Including Colin because he knew and didn’t tell her; I could see at least some damage being done to their relationship, which is sad because they had such a cute friendship.

Will lady bridgerton know about the duel? Will Eloise? I’d like clover to have at least one person to talk to, though I suppose she could always talk to Josie and Bess and her aunt and everyone.

I wonder if clover will stay in her house with Ben, or if she’ll be angry enough to stay somewhere else for a while. This is already going to wreck Ben, if she stays somewhere else it might break him.

Going back to the Anthony/family thing, this is such an interesting view of how all of the bridgertons are that way for one another and can’t imagine seeing things any differently. It wasn’t just Anthony that took that risk, it was his brothers as well, and daphne by riding out there in the middle of it.

It’s also a really interesting look at how Anthony didn’t even question if Ben and Colin would support him; he assumed they would, he counted on it. It’s a really interesting look at when being dependable goes too far.

I’m not entirely sure if they would count as being an enmeshed family, but I kind of feel like they would be. They’ve got very few boundaries with one another and rely on each other for everything, not even considering personal cost when it comes to the well being of their family. It’s great and amazing until it goes too far; there’s a reason why personal boundaries exist and are important, even within a well meaning tightly knit community like theirs.

Are we going to get any peeks at Ben’s POV for the last portion of the chapter, and/or if he left a letter or anything for her?

I also wonder how much this will damage her relationship with not just the bridgerton boys, but also daphne and Simon as well. I definitely feel like she’s going to resent them for what happened, even though that in doing so she would be a total hypocrite considering what happened between her and Ben.

If Ben hadn’t been so noble, quick on his feet, and willing to save her, they might’ve ended up in a not dissimilar situation to daphne and Simon, though I doubt clover would be willing to think about that.

It’s also so interesting how even though I talked about Anthony’s relationship with his family as a contrast to clover, they’re actually really similar. Anthony just uses the biological definition of family while clover has her chosen family.

It’s really interesting to consider what happens when two people who are willing to burn the whole world down to protect their family end up clashing. (Enemies to lovers clover and Anthony when? Lmaooo)

Clover’s definition of family is so flexible; she can add people and cut them off in an instant, while Anthony’s definition is very fixed: if you’re family, you’re family for life, end of sentence.

In order to protect his world, Anthony was willing to burn down clover’s, and that’s never going to be okay with her.

I wonder if Anthony even really thought about the fact that he’d be sacrificing part of his own world (his brothers) to protect another (daphne), or if he just expected them to be okay with it.

I feel like Josie is finally going to hear the truth about everything because clover’s going to be too mad to keep it a secret. When it was just her life at stake (when their fake relationship began), she was willing to take her suffering to the grave, but now that someone she loves is in danger, everyone is going to know how much pain she’s in.

Wow I know I keep saying this, but Anthony and clover are so similar. Both willing to suffer silently (and needlessly) for themselves, but they’re immediately sounding every alarm the moment they perceive their family as being in trouble.

They are both trying to control everything around them to make sure that their families stay safe. Their control issues show up every time the two of them fight: both fighting for control to make their own family the priority, even if it’s just a conversation.

Weirdly, clover almost has better personal boundaries, even if it’s because she’s practicing self preservation and being overly defensive, because when Anthony tried to walk all over her, she immediately put him in his place, but Anthony pretty much considers himself a martyr for the betterment of his family and would let anything happen to himself in order to let them be happy.

This is kind of interesting because I feel like clover sees herself as a martyr too because she was one for so long. She sacrificed herself over and over again to protect teddy, to the point where she basically burned out. So now every time she gets anywhere near that ledge, she immediately tries to flee.

But she clearly doesn’t realize this because she for so long clearly planned to sacrifice her own life by marrying an old, abusive man and keep it quiet to protect teddy and her family from the truth, and to protect herself in what little ways she could. But again, the moment she thought that that could be a reality, she had a panic attack and ran. (I believe this is in the chapter at the opera house)

Okay going back to this chapter: I’m so mad because Ben and clover are clearly just in a super sucky situation all around, and both trying the best they can to protect each other, only it backfires miserably in this case.

Honestly I’m mad at Anthony on behalf of clover. Like daphne and Simon are annoying, but ultimately they didn’t do anything that clover and Ben didn’t already do, so it’s not as condemnable, but Anthony so clearly is trying to protect his family by sacrificing everyone else, which is admirable in theory but so not cool in practice.

Idk a lot of thoughts, as always. Ugh this cliffhanger is killing me and it hasn’t even been an hour lmao.

Damn this season is fucking wild for the bridgertons lmao I love it

Omg omg CMA honeeeey! ❤️ I have so many thoughts about this! 😱❤️

Aw I hope your finals went well! 🥰

Colin will never stop roasting both Benedict and Anthony 😂 He loves it😁

Josie had her thoughts ever since that dinner...😏

I totally agree with you on the Anthony thing! ❤️ Like, for him family is the most important thing, that's also why he never even implied his feelings for Charlie because he thought Benedict had feelings for her, and he is so used to sacrificing himself for his family that he didn't even consider doing anything else ❤️

He would do anything for Charlie as well🥰😍

And seeing this with clover is especially interesting because she started very much as an outsider and he considered her basically a hostile threat to be controlled, and then almost immediately after she became family, he’s suddenly expecting everything to be good between them. Absolutely! This is such a good point! ❤️

Like, Anthony made up his mind about Clover before even bothering to get to know her, and he was incredibly angry because he thought she somehow caused Lottie's heartbreak😁 But now he knows that's not the case😏

And also, the minute Clover married Benedict, she became family ❤️ So like at this point, Anthony would do anything for her as well because she's a part of his family, regardless of their earlier arguments or future ones😁

They really are so similar😏

Omg different types of trauma for them both, exactly! 😱

Yessss Benedict didn't even tell her he was going to a duel❤️ Like, he was ready to die for Anthony and the only thing he told her was that he loved her 😭

Oh yeah, Anthony definitely confessed his love for Lottie 😏❤️ After years! ❤️

I know it’s fair because he’s been doing everything perfectly so far and he was bound to mess up at some point, plus I know he’s doing it with the best intentions but still Funny you should mention that darling, because when the actual angst hits and Benedict messing up happens... 😈

You're absolutely right, she is a hurricaneeee😈

She will be incredibly angry at Anthony as well for putting Benedict in danger but mostly Benedict for putting himself in danger like that 😏

She will stay in the house but their dynamic...😏 It'll be different!

I don't think they will know about the duel actually! 😱 Because that would lead to them knowing the real reason behind that wedding 😏

That whole family is so ready to die for each other! 😂 No questions asked whatsoever 😁

Oh Benedict didn't leave her any letters or anything 😈

If Ben hadn’t been so noble, quick on his feet, and willing to save her, they might’ve ended up in a not dissimilar situation to daphne and Simon, though I doubt clover would be willing to think about that. Definitely! ❤️ Their situations are so so similar to each other! ❤️

Enemies to lovers clover and Anthony when? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THAT AU HELP😁

In order to protect his world, Anthony was willing to burn down clover’s, and that’s never going to be okay with her. I LOVE THIS SENTENCE SO MUCH😍😭 It's so good! ❤️

Both Anthony and Clover get feral when it comes to their family being in any kind of danger and yessss they both have control issues! ❤️ That's also why they clashed that much from the first minute they started talking to each other 😁

She sacrificed herself over and over again to protect teddy, to the point where she basically burned out. So now every time she gets anywhere near that ledge, she immediately tries to flee. Absolutely! ❤️ She is terrified of it and that's also why she is so much in denial about her feelings for Benedict and their marriage ❤️

Both Anthony and Clover would totally die for their families, no hesitation ❤️ Totally martyrs! ❤️

I am very excited for the next chapter 😈❤️

Darling, thank you so much, this is so good! ❤️ You're amazing, ILYSM! ❤️

[gretagerwigsmuse]

i just think it’s so telling that they don’t really touch each other much? like you know they haven’t seen each other in months - probably since they got married in the fall - but they’re still pretty reserved around each other until they’re not (bradley cautiously sat on her bed, they’re married but they don’t really touch each other much beyond holding hands etc) and that’s why the ending was so special to me because she finally lets bradley in and lets him comfort her, but she still doesn’t think he thinks she’s enough

like i’ve read this chapter/prequel part three times at this point and will sure as the sky is blue read it like twenty more because i love flight risk (also my dumb ass never really considered why it’s called flight risk until right now as i type this??? does one of them run off at some point???). and like knowing what we know from the chapter 5 teaser, i am SO curious as to why eli and bailey are there even MORE after reading this! like i kind of get why sunshine and bailey drifted apart, but bradley and eli? i didn’t think there would’ve been a proper falling out, just a space and time and getting older thing! all my favorite parts below (also i could really go for some mcdonald's right now...)

“…Plus, they’re not very happy with me at the moment.” “…I’m only telling you in case they say something mean to you. Or...” You pause, swallowing as your eyes flicker down the where the carpet is pulling up from the floor. “They say something mean about me to you.” He frowns. “I won’t let them do that.” - oh sunshine! i hate that she has to go through that and that all these people can’t see for themselves how lovely and wonderful she is.

You bite your lip, feeling tears stinging your eyes. “I don’t even have anyone to sit with.” You say quietly, bowing your head…. “Sunshine.” He mutters quietly. “You have worked so hard for this, okay? You have earned this and you have earned the right to enjoy it. Now, if I could sit down there on the field with you myself, I would. But I can’t, so just know I’m going to be cheering the loudest for you alright?” - okay okay this happens so often because like me you could be at the end of the row and your friends at the start of a new one - it was BRUTAL. also what’s her major? i feel awful for not remembering. bradley reassuring her and promising to cheer the loudest is so sweet and lovely and just how he keeps saying she earned it even brought up that she was graduating with honors earlier (like he had to have found that out because there’s no way she would’ve told him on her own sweet girl!)

“Bradley!” - sorry i can just picture this so perfectly like her voice ringing out and him pushing through crowds to get to her 🥹 and the hug!

“You took pictures of me last year so I have to return the favor.” You roll your eyes, but move anyways. “Oh please, I bet you don’t even still have that picture.” Still, you move, letting him position you just right to take photos. You suck in your bottom lip, working yourself up to ask him if he’d want to take a picture with you instead of just of you when you hear your Mom, calling out your name. - IT’S ON HIS MANTLE HE STILL HAS IT AND PROBABLY THINKS ABOUT HER EVERY TIME HE LOOKS AT IT! AGAIN - IT’S ON HIS MANTLE! but thank you for having her mention wanting a picture of them because when you first told me you were writing this i was so excited for them to take a picture together but then i realized bradley probably would’ve shown that to mav or something. ugh i can picture her face working up the courage and then mommy dearest shows up 🤦🏼‍♀️

“You know, she’s just... she’s not very good with the boys, you know? She’s always...” Your Mom waves her hand, searching for a word. “She’s always been too much.” - too much, never enough 🥺 and bradley trying to push back but it’s just not getting through to the mom

Your Mom frowns. “Well, you know, she’s just... too loud. She talks so much and she’s never been able to keep a friend, you know. She cries a lot too, and oh well, let’s not even get into what she looks like. But hey, you must know all the flaws already, considering you married her. She must make it worth it, though I’m sure she doesn’t make it easy.” - oh this hurt me so much because her parents fucked her up so much and she’s such a sweet and kind and wonderful person that i’m always surprised she doesn’t have more friends and isn’t more outgoing, but if i heard my parents spewing this at me for my entire life i’d be quiet and reserved too. it’s just not fair

There is nothing more you want than to disappear into a hole, letting the ground swallow you whole. To never see Bradley again, to never address the shame bubbling in you at the fact that he’s witnessing this, that she might say something he finds to be true. - that she might say something he finds to be true - oh

“I don’t think you’re like them. It did change the way I feel about you, yeah. But honestly? I just admire you more now that I know that that was how you were raised, that you had every opportunity to let it make you bitter and instead, you’re the kindest person I know.” You look away from him, frustrated tears stinging at your eyes. He didn’t get it. “Don’t say that.” - you got me here again with the tears

So yeah, maybe I’m the kindest person you know, but I am also really fucking bitter. Because I didn’t grow up with people who loved me. I don’t know what that feels like, to have people love you.” The tears have started to slip down your cheeks as he stars at you, a bewildered look on his face. - this was so good and so well written and really got to the core of her character. i always reminded me of a movie but i can’t think of it right now!

He leans his head against yours, whispering you deserve the world Sunshine into your hair. It does little to assuage the ever-persistent ache in your chest, the words left unsaid hanging in the air between the two of you. But I can’t be the one to give it to you. - sweet girl no! no no no! i liked how you started it with them not really getting into each other’s space and then ending with them in each other’s arms and her just wishing she could be enough (enough for you ran through my head for a lot of this chapter)

graduation blues (b.r.b.)

note: this is something small and self-indulgent i wrote as i work on chapter 5 of the flight risk universe, at the encouragement of @gretagerwigsmuse​. 

warnings: Sunshine has shitty parents, food mentions, alcohol mentions, this brings up things that get addressed in ch. 5, kind of miscommunication, sunshine infers words bradley never says, sunshine suffers from eldest daughter syndrome and i will defend this till the day i die, this is kind of personal so if you don’t like it don’t tell me

The knock against your front door is firm, echoing through the empty house. You crawl up from where you’re sitting on the floor of your bedroom to pad to the front door, swinging it open. You’re greeted by the sight of Bradley on your front step, hair combed back as a dark blue button-up polo adorns him. One of his hands is shoved into light-gray jeans, the other holding a McDonald’s bag as he offers you a nervous smile. 

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Happy birthday @foibles-fables !!! Hope you enjoy these things Salty and I made for you :) 

The below story was written by the wonderful @saltyseafuck as an accompanying piece to the art! 

Aloy is comfortable enough in her own skin to make clambering out of her usual attire and into something else an easy affair. To her, it’s as easy as switching one style of arrow for another, or loading a different cartridge into her sling; the right tools, applied where they should be.

So while the noblewoman’s silks provided to her for the evening are not her standard choice of attire, and are… perhaps a bit more limiting than she might have liked, with their long, silken skirts and delicate, filigree jewelry, she adapts, fastening sashes and buckles, and squinting into the polished machine plating tacked to the wall as she applies the ceremonial markings to her forehead and eyes.

Stepping back and peering at her reflection, she nods to herself, picking up the matching headpiece, and holding it briefly to her brow, before finally discarding it on the bed.

She'll be more recognizable without it, anyway.

Easing the door to her quarters shut behind her as she steps onto the landing, she turns, raising a hand to knock on the door directly opposite hers.

“Done. Should we-”

Before her fist can make contact, the door jerks inward, slamming against the inner wall hard enough to make her jump. On the other side, tangled in the trailing silks of her dress, headpiece askew, Talanah glowers in her direction, resembling nothing so much as her title's namesake, complete with ruffled feathers and irate glare.

Pressing her already-raised knuckles to her lips, Aloy does her best to stifle her laughter.

“I’ve never seen you look this uncomfortable before, Talanah.”

Letting out a growl of annoyance, Talanah raises her arms in awkward protest, spreading them apart and letting the snarls of silk dangle.

“Not. A. Word.”

This time, Aloy fails to smother her laugh, nose wrinkling.

“You look like a Glinthawk. Here.”

Stepping forward and taking the scarf in both hands, she unwinds it from its snarl, threading its ends carefully through the loops of silk sewn into the dress's shoulders, and draping them artfully across her Hawk's upper arms. 

As she reaches for the sash, smoothing the folded silk and cinching the ends around it, Talanah stiffens, pulling in a sharp breath. Pausing with the ends of the sash clutched in each hand, Aloy frowns.

“Too tight?”

Vehemently shaking her head, knocking her headdress even further askew, Talanah clears her throat, ducking her chin (and doing her best to try and hide the flush creeping across her cheeks and neck.)

“No! No, it’s ...fine. R... Remind me again why we're doing this?"

Tying off the sash and reaching up to adjust the headdress, Aloy raises a brow.

"Because, Marad asked us to. He thinks that having us there and visible will deter the elements he's tracking from acting tonight. We just have to be there, and be present... but that means we have to look the part."

Taking a step back to admire her handiwork, Aloy nods to herself, satisfied, before turning toward the stairs, and offering her arm to the Sunhawk, elbow crooked.

"All we have to do is survive a night at a high society party. Easy, compared to our usual exploits, right?"

With a shake of her head that sets the ornaments attached to the edges of her headdress dangling, Talanah takes the proffered arm, giving Aloy's bracer a sympathetic little pat.

"Ah, poor Thrush. You have no idea how wrong you are."

-----

Talanah has always done her utmost to avoid gatherings of Meridian's nobility. They've been an exercise in frustration for as long as she can remember; boring, stifling, and full of two-faced language, insults dealt from behind painted smiles, and barbed comments, tossed her way behind her back.

Tonight's gathering is no different; despite the quality of the musical entertainment and the refreshments, the people themselves have changed very little, and more than once, despite her attempts to keep to herself, she catches several muttered comments and judgements about her new position that she has to silence with a withering glare.

They're the same old infuriating bunch of bungheads, all right.

But perhaps the most frustrating part of the evening is watching the subtle snubs and digs that are being thrown Aloy's way. 

Some of them pass over her head, whether through a lack of understanding or a lack of concern. But a few... a few land, and despite her attempts to shrug them off, or to play dumb... well...

Talanah has spent enough time around Aloy to know, by now, that the slight tightness in her shoulders and at the corner of her mouth, that the darts are finding their mark, worming their way into the cracks in her armor. 

It's enough to make Talanah's blood boil, and her teeth grind together, rattling the arms of her headdress and setting the little ornaments dangling from their ends jittering. 

She saves our asses from the Eclipse, rescues the Sun-King, and takes down Redmaw, and it still isn't enough for these chuffs. I have got to get her away from them. As soon as I can.

So as the musicians strike up an old, familiar tune, and her Thrush's conversational partners begin to drift away, seeking out new conversation or dancing companions, she seizes her chance to strike. 

Downing the rest of her drink, she slams the flagon onto the nearest table with enough force to make the metal ring, stalking across the room to the edge of the dance floor, and extending her hand in Aloy's direction, elbow crooked, fingertips pointed toward the ceiling.

“May I have the honor, Aloy Despite the Nora?”

A light flush creeps onto Aloy's sun-weathered cheeks and, hesitantly, she reaches out to press her wrist against Talanah's.

“Umm… yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Even through two layers' worth of stiffened silk, she can hear Aloy's pulse quicken at the contact.

It quickly becomes apparent to Talanah that, despite her many talents, Aloy is not an experienced dancer. The tension in her movements, the rigidity of her stance, speak more of combat than of dance training. 

And, judging by her persistent blush and the stricken look on her face, somewhere between panic and determination, Aloy knows it, too. Nodding as they circle in time to the rhythm, Talanah gives her an encouraging smile.

“Good. But loosen up a little. Now switch…”

Pivoting on her heel and glancing down at the placement of her steps, Aloy makes the transition more smoothly this time, pressing her lips together and frowning lightly in concentration. Again, Talanah favors her with a little nod.

“That’s right. You're doing great. Just keep your eyes on me.”

As they circle again, picking up the pace as the music begins to quicken, she leans in, conspiratorially, the ornaments on the edge of her headdress jingling lightly.

“Don’t listen to those bastards. They’ve always been like this. And they’re wrong, by the way; you’re fine.”

 Once again, Aloy flushes, cheeks coloring as red as her hair.

“I… don't need their opinion-”

Talanah cuts her off with a sharp tap, rapping her knuckles twice against the silk of her sleeve to catch her attention.

“Hey. Listen. You’re fine. All right?”

Hopefully, hopefully, Aloy will pick up on her meaning.

Judging by the way the tension that’s been building in her Thrush’s shoulders all night drains, like the air hissing out of a punctured Longleg sac, she does, and Talanah is gratified to see the corners of her mouth ease into a smile, instead of a twitchy grimace.

“Yeah. ...thank you.”

This time, when they turn, pivoting around each other again and pressing their hands together, her fingertips twine briefly with Talanah’s, and she feels her own face heat at the touch. 

Clearing her throat, as much to distract herself from the sensation of those calloused fingertips ghosting lightly over her knuckles as to change the subject, she leans in again, putting on a challenging little smirk.

“So, what do you think? Have you got a tie-down on it? Should we show them how it’s done?”

And this time, Aloy answers with an eager grin.

“Yeah. Yeah, I... think I’d like that.”

[iam93percentstardust]

Winteriron, both Tony and Bucky are insanely jealous of each other bc they think the other is super into Steve. But like, in reality, Steve's a troll and Tony and Bucky are the stupidest at seeing what's right in front of them.

I hope this is okay, this prompt really got away from me

~

“They’re idiots, Your Honor,” Steve moaned, collapsing face-down into Natasha’s couch.

“And just where did you learn that phrase?” Natasha asked from her armchair. She sounded amused, damn her, as though his real and totally valid problems were of no concern to her. And maybe they weren’t; she did, after all, have other issues on her mind, like what she was going to wear to Capitol Hill the next time she needed to tell Congress to fuck off when they tried to put restrictions on the team. Still, it was rude to make light of his problems.

“I can learn new things,” he grumbled into the expensive leather. “I have the Twitter.”

Natasha made a strangled sound that sounded suspiciously like she was laughing but when he raised his head to glare at her, her face was perfectly composed. He glared at her anyway. She probably deserved it and he was still in a bad mood.

“What did they do this time?” she asked eventually. She sounded sympathetic but he was on to her now. He squinted at her, just to make sure that she knew that he was watching her. She just raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Damn spies, never being impressed by anything that he did… not that that was really a surprise. Tony was never impressed by anything he did either and Thor was unimpressed by Midgardians in general.

“Tony has convinced himself Bucky and I were dating back before the war,” he informed her.

She groaned. “He didn’t.”

“He did. And Bucky thinks that the only reason Tony and I aren’t dating is because I haven’t figured out that Tony has feelings for me yet so he keeps trying to tell me about all of Tony’s good points.”

“But Tony doesn’t have feelings for you.”

“I know that, and you know that, but Bucky is an idiot who doesn’t know that.”

Natasha groaned again. “And Tony is even worse,” she muttered. “So what did you do?”

He looked at her.

She sighed. “Tell me you didn’t tease them.”

“In my defense!” Steve began. “I didn’t think Tony would take it seriously when I told him that of course Bucky and I were fucking like rabbits during the war. I thought he’d do what he always does and make a dumb quip and tell me that he’s going to tell the whole internet that I’m a troll.”

“I told you to stop doing that.”

“Won’t.”

“They’re never going to get together if you keep causing problems like this.”

“They’re idiots who won’t communicate with each other,” Steve said stubbornly. “It’s not my problem if they can’t figure out I’m not serious.”

“Forget Tony telling the internet you’re a troll; I’m going to tell them and they’ll believe me.”

This was not a terribly effective threat, as Steve didn’t really care if the entire world knew he was a troll or not. Unfortunately, Natasha apparently figured that out because she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and then added, “Or I could always just say that your birthday isn’t actually the fourth of July.”

He knew she was still mad about that. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” she said innocently. “Oh and Steve? Figure it out before next week, please. If they get together next week, Clint wins the pool and I refuse to give him any more money.”

Steve stared at her. “You two have a very odd relationship.”

Her smile was downright filthy as she purred, “But a very fulfilling one too.”

~

Steve had a plan. It wasn’t necessarily a good plan—the Man with a Plan really only had a plan when it came to battle strategy—but he did have one. He just wasn’t sure if this plan was going to backfire horribly on him.

“Well,” he muttered in the elevator, “at least it’ll be funny.”

And it was. It was really incredibly funny to see the looks on everyone’s faces as he tromped into the kitchen for breakfast, declared, “Natasha! Wonderful morning!” and kissed her square on the mouth.

He turned to Clint. “Clint! Great to see you too!” Clint tried to dodge, but Steve caught him and planted a big ol’ wet one on his mouth.

“Bruce!” he began only to see Bruce’s skin tinged the slightest shade of green. “Nope! Thor!”

That was all he had to say before Thor exclaimed, “An excellent new bonding idea, Captain,” and kissed Steve before Steve could kiss him first. It was a little more thorough than Steve would have liked, but hey, it was all in the name of romance so he decided not to complain about it.

“Rhodey!”

“Take one step closer, Flag Boy, and I will personally repulsor you in the ass.”

“Got it!” And he swung back around to Sam instead. “Sam!” At least Sam was laughing while Steve kissed him. It was a nice change to being greeted as though he was contagious.

And then it was time for the big two. The two that really mattered. The two that Steve was going to personally throw off the tower if they still couldn’t get their shit together after this.

“Bucky!” Barely the briefest kiss before he was pulling away and cheerfully saying, “Yuck! Let’s never do that again, okay?”

And lastly—“Tony!” Another brief kiss before he pulled away and said, “Tony, for a billionaire playboy, you sure do kiss like a limp fish.”

“Hey!” Tony protested.

In the background, he heard Clint whisper to Natasha, “Are we sure he hasn’t been replaced by a shapeshifting alien or something?”

“That would be the Skrulls,” Thor said, sounding very amused, “and I do not believe they would be so foolish as to give away their game this early.”

“Well, it sure can’t be Stevie,” Bucky muttered bitterly. “He would never compare kissing Tony to kissing a fish.”

“Really, Bucky?” Steve said. “And why wouldn’t I do that, exactly?”

Bucky looked a little like a deer caught in the headlights. Steve probably would have felt bad for putting his closest friend on the spot like that but he really was getting very tired of the pining. And the stupidity. And the waxing poetic about the perfect shape of Tony’s ass. Like, sure, it was fine, but it wasn’t fine enough to write literal sonnets to.

“Uh,” Bucky said intelligently and gestured at Tony.

“Sorry, I don’t speak pine tree,” Steve said. “You’ll have to explain.”

“You know,” Bucky mumbled, “cause you’re dating Tony and anyone lucky enough to be dating Tony shouldn’t be calling him a fish.”

Steve opened his mouth but Tony beat him to the push. “I’m not dating Steve,” he said bewilderedly. “Where did—you’re the one dating Steve.”

“Ew, no,” Bucky said immediately.

Steve scowled at him. “Wow, you didn’t have to be so quick about it, punk.”

“Jerk.”

“See?” Tony exclaimed, gesturing between the two of them.

Bucky blinked at him. “What, like you never call Rhodey pet names?”

“That’s different, we’re friends.”

“Yeah, so are Stevie and I.”

“No—no—love story for the ages,” Tony spluttered.

“I’m not dating Steve, Tony!” Bucky exclaimed. “Why would I date him when I wanna be dating you?”

Silence rang in the kitchen.

“What?” Tony eventually whispered.

“I—uh—” That deer in the headlights look was back. But, fortunately, it was only there for a split second before Tony scrambled up out of his chair and into Bucky’s lap, seizing his face between his hands as he kissed him. A beat passed and then Bucky groaned, hands clutching greedily at Tony’s waist.

“Time to go,” Natasha declared.

Bucky stood, just enough to lay Tony out on the table.

“Yep,” Steve agreed, sprinting for the door, the rest of the team right behind him. “JARVIS, schedule the kitchen for a deep clean this afternoon. And once they’re done, tell Bucky I said, ‘You’re welcome.’”

Four hours later, Bucky’s texted response was a very smug, Tony doesn’t kiss like a limp fish at all, asshole.

[katsumiiii]

When they’re mad at you

Katsuki Bakugou x gn! poc reader

Eijirou Kirishima x gn! poc reader

Denki Kaminari x gn! poc reader

Katsuki Bakugou

katsuki and mad go hand in hand

whenever you see his ass he’s always mad about something

and if he’s not...

well either you’re dreaming or he’s sleep

either way he’d probably still be mad tbh

but let’s say you got him actually upset

like ACTUALLY pissed

whew chile I pray for everyone in that room

so you and katsuki were in the common room arguing

both of y’all are throwing jabs below the belt bc you guys are petty af

“you think you can be a hero with that shitty attitude?”

“at least I have a strong fucking quirk, I don’t even know how your ass got in this school. fucking extra.”

anyways, you’re not showing it but katsuki is low key hurting your feelings

ofc you aren’t gonna let him know that

soooo you say something slightly outta pocket

“right so my quirk is ass, but aren’t you the one who got kidnapped....twice? oh alright.”

the look in his eyes is heartbreaking

and although he tries to hide it, it’s pretty obvious that you hurt him

“you know what, fuck off. if you come anywhere near me ill fucking kill you.”

and he stomps off

now everyone’s looking at you like you fucked up

“oh so he can be an asshole to me, but when im one back it’s an issue?? you know what mind y’all fucking business.”

now you’re even more upset bc everyone was taking his side

you hide out in your room for a while, thinking about everything

you then realize that what you said was triffling

“damnit!”

you try everything to get him to talk to you again

but he won’t even acknowledge your  existence

everytime you try to go up and talk to him he acts like you’re not even there

“katsuki listen, can I-”

“shitty hair, come one let’s go fucking work out or some shit.”

okaayyyy guess you have to try again

“babe I know you’re pissed but-”

“DEKU!! BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

oh, so he’d rather talk to Izuku

the disrespect

but you know you fucked up so you don’t stop trying

and eventually get him to talk to you again

“katsuki please, just fucking talk to me.”

“the fuck do you want?”

you’re elated, I mean he’s never fully ignored you before

plus you miss the cuddles, and food

especially the food

“im sorry babe, I was pissed at the stuff you were saying and I wanted to hit you where it hurt. I made you some hot ramen to let you know I’m really sorry.”

he looked you up and down, his face in that same goofy ass sneer

“tch, fine I forgive you or whatever. but im not eating this shit. it doesn’t even look edible.”

“are you crazy?! the packets are good as fuck babe.”

“YOU BOUGHT ME THE SHITTY PACKET?!”

Eijirou Kirishima

what the fuck did you do to possibly make this boy mad?

I mean seriously

you really had to fuck up in order for him to even be remotely pissed

I don’t wanna talk about it

but we gon talk about it OKAY

so you was in the kitchen searching for something to drink

at the top of the fridge, you see a bottle of cranberry juice right next to kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

so being the smart bitch you are, you decide to climb up on top of the counter top to get your cranberry juice

“fuck why is it up so high?”

you stick your tongue out in concentration trying to get your juice

and finally you grab it

while also knocking over kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

“oh shit.”

“Y/N?! ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!”

your baby walking in with his hair down looking all confused

he then looks down at the floor, noticing the powder pooling into the cracks of the tile

he looks at you

you look at him

he looks back down at the floor

then right back at you

“heyyyyy babyyyy.”

“what the fuck?”

he bites his lip in agitation, trying not to yell

“I spent hours in line for that babe.”

“I know....sorry?”

he literally could not look at you, so he turned around and left

“fuck! great job Y/N.....least I got my cranberry juice.”

the next couple of days he was visibly different

unresponsive, not as smiley

“he’s really mad at me over some stupid protein powder....”

bakugou would not stop staring you down

mentally telling you to fix this shit or he would skin you alive

yeah not gonna happen

so you trot your ass to the store

sighing at the long ass line in front of you

“fucking god.”

eventually you manage to get the powder, placing it in his room for when he gets back from training

the next day kirishima runs over to you, kissing you repeatedly on the face

“THANK YOU BABE!! IT WAS MANLY OF YOU TO FIX YOUR MISTAKE!”

“you’re welcome baby.”

“but how’d you manage to get 6 bottles?”

“I had to fight a couple bitches.”

Denki Kaminari

yeah he literally cannot stay mad at you

like at all

and there’s no POSSIBLE way you could even REMOTELY make him angry at you for a long period of time

he’s not petty like bakugou

he’d be mad for like 1 hour and then come back asking for cuddles

what he’s mad over is probably dumb af anyways

okay so you and denki were hanging out in his room

watching reality tv

bc that’s how y’all bond

and during the show the two main girls were arguing over some dumb shit that ppl on reality tv always do

and denki ofc wants to say his little two cents

“no way, she’s totally wrong for that. don’t you think babe?”

“no, I would’ve done the same shit.”

he’s very much betrayed

looks at you like you’re crazy

slowly gets up from the bed

inching closer and closer towards the door

“are you actually upset? you asked for my opinion.”

“yeah but you were supposed to agree with me!”

you roll your eyes bc atp you’re not even taking him seriously

“Y/NNN, im really mad at youuu.”

“yeah ok.”

“FINE THEN! DON’T TALK TO ME!”

“okay.”

he stomps away, his lips curled into a pout

meanwhile you continue to watch your show

he looks back every once in a while to see if you were coming after him

“IM LEAVING FOR REAL NOW!”

“okay.”

“GOING INTO THE ELEVATOR!!”

“yep.”

“NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!!”

“cool.”

he’s definitely like 10 feet away from your door

you gave him about 30 minutes, deciding that you were sick of reality tv, switching over to a scary movie instead

you see denki’s head peep over the doorframe

“is that the conjuring?”

“yes.”

“mhm I guess I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“what an honor.”

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day 1: costumes

For the @fyeahjonandsansa 31 days of Jonsa event, day 1. Prompt: costumes.

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“I'm Hugh Hefner!”

Theon stands with his feet set apart and his arms spread wide to show off his costume – or, lack thereof. Really just black pants and a red robe and a captain's hat.

“Classy,” Arya drawls with a roll of her eyes. “I desperately need another drink.” She's dressed like Ash Ketchum and the Pikachu doll pinned to her shoulder tilts violently as she whirls around and walks off.

It only takes about five seconds for Jon to regret not going with her. He can barely handle Theon on a normal day – Theon on Halloween dressed like Hugh Hefner? That's a level he was not prepared for.

He should've known, though, when Theon invited them all to his mansion for a party. Ever since his dad died two years ago and left Theon the house, it's been nonstop parties despite the fact that they are very much out of college and have actual jobs and adult responsibilities. This is the first party Jon's been to in ages, and he already regrets it.

“Creative,” Theon snorts, giving Jon's costume a once over. “The whole point of Halloween is to be something you're not,” he continues in a tone, like he's talking to a child.

“I am,” Jon argues. “My costume is a radiologist,” he points at the little x-ray pinned to his white lab coat.

“Ok?”

“In real life I'm an oncologist,” Jon explains. Theon stares at him. Maybe he doesn't get it? Maybe he needs to explain the difference between radiologists and oncologists.

“How do you ever get laid?” Theon asks, completely serious. Before Jon can answer, Theon leans in towards him conspiratorially. “Speaking of, I heard Sansa was coming dressed like a bunny.” He leans back and waggles his eyebrows and then gestures down at his costume. “We'll be matching, get it?”

Something ugly twists low in Jon's stomach and he takes a sip of his beer so that he doesn't do something stupid like punch Theon in the face over Sansa's honor. First of all, Jon has no actual business defending her honor and second, he's pretty sure she'd be pissed at him for it. He remembers how annoyed she used to get whenever Robb would go into Big Brother mode around her boyfriends. (And that's all he is to Sansa – just Robb's friend. A pseudo big brother.)

That ugly feeling stays with him for the next half hour as he waits for Sansa to arrive (he may or may not have subtly asked Arya when she was getting here. He may or may not have ignored Arya's quirked eyebrow.)

“Sansa's here,” Arya nudges him in the side and Jon's heart does that dumb little leap that it does every time he sees her or even hears her name. Then Arya snorts out a laugh and says, “I can't believe she did it.”

“Did what?” Jon asks, but then he notices her. Well, what he notices first are the floppy ears, but then his eyes travel down to the giant, shapeless rabbit onesie she's wearing. “She's a bunny,” he hears himself say, like an idiot, and he can't help it when he starts grinning.

“Theon was being real gross asking her what her costume was gonna be,” Arya is clearly very amused by it all.

Jon almost – almost – says something incredibly stupid like god I love her, but he manages to not. She's just Robb's little sister, that's all. Definitely not the girl of his dreams.

Nope.

Definitely not.

“Sansa!” Arya calls over the crowd of people and Jon's heart does that flip again as she turns and smiles brilliantly at them and makes her way over.

“People I know!” she sighs when she gets to them.

“I like your costume,” Jon blurts out, like an idiot. Sansa turns to him and he watches her cheeks flush red under her nose-and-whisker face paint.

“I like yours,” she says, and points at the little x-ray.

“I'm a radiologist.”

She smiles at him and he can barely hear the party over his pounding heart. “That's funny.”

“It's really not,” Arya cuts in dryly, looking between them. “You two are ridiculous. How did you get through med school?” she directs the last part at Jon with a shake of her head. “I'm gonna go find Gendry, I cannot watch you two flirt terribly and make googly eyes at each other all night.”

Arya walks off with a wave goodbye.

“So where do I get one of those?” Sansa points at his drink, obviously deciding to ignore Arya.

“Uh, kitchen.” Sansa stares at him expectantly and it take him a moment to continue, “I'll show you?”

She nods and he leads to her to the kitchen, a little confused, because he knows she's been here before. She knows where it is.

“Can you make me a vodka lemonade?” she asks when they're in the kitchen and Jon has battled his way over to the counter with the drinks and mixers. “You always make the best drinks.”

He's not sure that's true, but he starts to make her one anyway, trying to ignore how close she's standing because of the other guests crowded into the kitchen. How many people does Theon know?

“Do you think Theon will be disappointed I'm not a sexy bunny?”

Jon almost says I still think you're sexy, but he stops himself and instead says, “Theon's an ass.”

“I don't know why Robb's still friends with him,” Sansa agrees. “I'd say he has terrible taste in friends, but that's not always true.”

Jon's heart does that stutter thing, he can feel her eyes on him. (He is a grown man. He has a PhD. He needs to get himself together.)

“I may not have thought this costume through, though,” she continues.

“Why's that?” he forces himself to say as he pours vodka, then lemonade into one of the plastic cups.

“It felt fine when I was outside, but in here it's really hot,” she looks around at the crowd. Then she leans in so that her lips are right near his ear and Jon freezes, hand tight around the lemonade bottle. “And it's not like I can take it off,” she whispers, “I'm not wearing anything under this.”

Jon's fairly sure he stops breathing, and then he hears her giggle and when he finally turns to look at her, she's got a satisfied little smile on her face, though she's also blushing quite furiously.

“All done?” she asks, making her eyes go wide and innocent, and she takes her drink from his hand and takes a sip. “Perfect.”

“You're perfect,” he blurts out, and for a moment her eyes widen, her lips part in a little O of surprise.

Then she smiles, brilliant and utterly perfect.

[alrightberries]

honey, honey (how you thrill me)

request: i loved strawberries and cigarettes but levi just can’t catch a break :(( can we have a super fluffy modern au with boyfriend levi instead? thanks!

request: hi i’m new here and had read your fics. i love your take on levi’s character! Also that your writing is very great to read!😘 (tho that angst really made me cry HARD) if i may request umm... i want a levi x reader fic about them being like an old married couple but they’re not in a relationship ‘yet’ so like everyone ships them. Its a fluffy crack fic/ Reader is like “well you’re clean and I kinda lilke you so...” then levi be like “you’re tolerable and knows how to properly clean.” and then they really ended up married. It’s like the easiest transition from friends to lovers that one day they just said lets get married we act like it anyway whats new 😂. I want fluffs and laughs! Aot is angsty enough we need fluffs with our favorite characters!!

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack.  ❈ word count: 4.6k

❈ summary: modern au. In which you and Levi are both professors at the same university, and are painfully unaware that all the students and other staff members have a bet that’s been going on for years now. What’s it about? When you’ll both finally confess to each other and just date already.

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of sex

a/n: made it gender neutral as per usual. this was really fun to write! makes me think about writing fluff more often (pffft sure)

Trost University was home to many brilliant minds. It was a prestigious school with an acceptance rate of 600 out of 4000 yearly applicants, and producing the finest students; those of which would almost always graduate with high honors before starting a successful career of their choosing.

Its professors, undoubtedly, were of the finest quality as well. They were professional, extremely skilled, and highly trained. It was a workforce full of almost over qualified educators excelling in their respective fields, with master and PhD certificates framed on cubicle walls being the norm in the faculty room.

Erwin himself was proud to be a professor here. He started working as a high school teacher when he was still studying for his master’s degree, shifting from high school teachings to college teachings as years passed by, before eventually getting recognized and offered a job seven years ago by the prestigious school.

His friends— a loving and longterm couple who, as far as he knew, were high school sweethearts and still going strong today— had joined him on this journey as well. He’d known them since they were in college, all studying different fields but aiming for the same career of teaching.

The three of them shared a strong bond; a bond built on study groups, mutual dislike for crappy teachers, and a certain love for education. They were there for him, and he was there for them. He especially disliked it, however, when their relationship went through rough patches. He didn’t like picking sides, and listening to the same story being told from two different perspectives almost always made him want to grab Y/N and Levi’s heads and bash them together for how dumb they were acting.

But despite the differences and occasional fights, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that he trusted them with his life.

So Erwin, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why he was just now finding out that the power couple he knew and loved wasn’t even a couple at all.

“So, wait.” He speaks, trying to be heard over the crowded cafeteria chatter. “You’re telling me... they’re not a longterm couple?”

“They’re not.” Moblit confirms easily. “Apparently, they’re not even dating.”

“Or so they claim.” Hange interjects. “Y/N and Levi have actual matching rings. Literally— I asked Levi about it once and he said Y/N was his fiancé.”

“But not romantically.” Moblit quickly adds on. “I was there too, he said not romantically.”

“Why would Levi propose to someone he’s not romantically interested in, huh?!” She counters back, a little louder than the brown haired man’s volume.

“I don’t know! Citizenship? Money? Sex—“

“They’re in love! You know they’re in love, you’re just denying it because you want to get in Y/N’s pants.” She huffs. “And because you’re about to lose the bet.”

Erwin’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Bet? What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know about the bet?” Hange asks. “It’s been going on for, like, five years now. The entire faculty’s in on it.” She begins to chow down on her soup, not offering more of an explanation. Moblit takes this as his cue to expand when he notices Erwin’s blank stare.

“Since you guys joined maybe... seven or so years ago? Everyone just assumed Y/N and Levi were a thing. Because of, y’know, the way they interact with each other. But then five years ago Hange and I asked them when their anniversary was so we could get them some wine, and both of them full on denied even being in a relationship.”

Hange nods, more than a spoonful of soup and a more than generous bite of bread in her mouth. “Yeah, but then I peaked at their faculty files—“

“Peaked at their faculty files?” Erwin murmurs, but he’s ignored.

“—and they have the same home address. They live together!”

“I can confirm that much, at least.” The blonde man answers thoughtfully. “They’ve been sharing a dorm since college but Y/N moved out at some point. They live together in Levi’s apartment now, though.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Says Moblit. “They could just be roommates and really good friends.”

“Well I’ll say!” Hange throws her hands in the air. “I caught Y/N sucking Levi’s dick at a party once. Must be one hell of a friendship they have, aye Moblit?”

Her elbow begins nudging the brunette beside her, and Erwin stares with amusement when Moblit starts getting irritated from the eccentric woman’s teasing.

“So what’s the wager?” Erwin asks.

The two professors stop their bickering and share an evil smile. Hange gestures for Erwin to come closer, as if she were about to tell him a secret, and he does just that.

“Whoever wins the bet gets a free meal from Shaw’s Bistro.”

Erwin’s eyes widen. Shaw’s Bistro; the classy high end restaurant with the fancy wine, fancier atmosphere, and the best Japanese Salted Salmon he’s ever had.

It was an expensive restaurant— even for someone with his salary. Erwin knew he could rarely ever eat there unless he wanted to run his bank account dry. And he concludes that this petty bet must be a Pretty Big Fucking Deal.

He squints his eyes. “I’m listening.”

Hange giggles as she continues. “Basically, you have to guess how long it’ll take for Y/N and Levi to finally admit they’re couple. But you can’t choose the same answer as other people in the bet, we can’t afford two winners. Literally.” She gestures to Moblit. “Unless you’re like dumb dumb over there who wagered they’ll never admit it because they’re not a couple—“

“They’re not!”

“—I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Erwin nods his head, one hand on his chin in thought. He never did explicitly ask whether they were dating or not, he just assumed they were.

He carefully considers his options; be a snoop to his longterm friends and possibly break their trust for joining a foolish bet? Or Japanese Salted Salmon from Shaw’s Bistro?

Hange and Moblit look at him expectantly, smiling when he nods.

“Deal me in.”

The cafeteria was noisy when you walked in.

Students mingled amongst themselves, chatting idly about academics and gossip. Cutlery scraped against each other as people took bites of their meals. Your eyes scanned the crowd, spotting your friends sitting around their usual table and having what seemed to be a heated discussion.

You turned to look at the man beside you. “Did you bring your own lunch today?”

Levi nods as he lifts up a small black bag. “Always do. But I’ll stand next to you in the lunch line so you don’t look like a loner.”

That was Levi Speak for I’ll wait for you.

You smile. “Thanks.”

The brief silence between you is broken when you start talking about your students— how proud you were that Armin was tutoring some of the struggling students in his free time, how terrible Jean was at hiding his crush on Mikasa, how terrible Mikasa was at hiding her crush on Eren (“I don’t even think she’s trying to hide it. At this point, I’m convinced that Eren is either dumb or dense.”)

Levi nods along to your tales, seemingly uninterested and bored. But anyone who knew him well would know he was listening intently as you spoke, every word heard loud and clear and processing in his mind as soon as they left your lips. Occasionally, he would pipe in with his own comments (“Eren’s just dumb.”) but he didn’t engage too much, opting to let you speak and rant on.

Your talkativeness never got on his nerves, contrary to popular belief. He liked listening to your stories, listening to your voice, and seeing the little glint in your eyes when you start talking passionately about your students. He overall just liked being around you. You were cleaner than most people he knew. You were tolerable. Sometimes a pain in the ass, but still tolerable.

But what does get on his nerves, however, is being ‘secretly’ watched by his friends.

Once he’s sure you’re not looking, he turns his head in the direction of their table, murderous glare prominent on his face. Hange, Moblit, and Erwin quickly snap their heads down and pretend to eat, but Levi knew they were definitely staring.

“Oh crap, I forgot my free meal card.” He hears you mumble beside him. He hadn’t even realized you were already standing in front of the counter.

“Figures. You have the memory of a gold fish.” Levi comments off-handedly. 

He hands the cashier his free meal card and grabs your tray for you, and you silently took the coat that Levi had swung over his arm to carry with you instead. You knew he’d hate for it to get dirtied by any accidental soup splashing.

“So, what’s happening on your end of the gossip?” You ask, both making your way to your usual table with friends.

Levi shrugs. “The brats are doing well on their thesis. Their grammar is shit though; makes you wonder how they graduated high school.”

You snicker. “You say that now but tomorrow pull an all-nighter to help them study and revise.”

“You’re not one talk. You scheduled two different consultations between classes and three more after your shift.”

“I can’t help it, okay?! You know I have a soft spot for the kids from the 104th.”

Of course he did. He knew of your affection for that specific group of students— admittedly, he held a twinge of affection for them too.

They were part of the first class you ever taught in your entire teaching career. At the time, you both worked at some crappy school in the 104th district. And to see the kids now, all grown up and studying at a prestigious college, it made your heart swell. And Levi’s heart... well, suffice to say it cracked some of the ice around it.

“That soft spot of yours is making you lose sleep.” He scolds. “I’ll take some of the consultations off your hands. The lil shits deserve a teacher who isn’t half asleep.”

Again, that was Levi Speak for Don’t overwork yourself, let me help.

You jokingly slap his arm. “That’s rude!”

“I know.”

Your conversation is interrupted when you finally arrived at the table, Levi setting down your tray in front of you and you handing him back his coat as you sat down next to each other.

“Hey.” You greet your friends, and Levi silently unpacks his lunch. “What were you guys talking about? It looked pretty intense.”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Hange waved off. “Just the usual. Grading papers, grading lab experiments, grading essays. The usual.”

You nod, unconvinced but letting it slide. “I see.”

The table is once again filled with laughter and conversations. Banter was thrown around here and there, mostly between you, Hange, and Moblit as you debated about films and TV shows. Levi and Erwin stuck to light chatter, but it didn’t go unnoticed to the shorter man when Erwin’s eyes squinted as Levi placed his arm around the back of your chair like he always did, or when Hange tried to hide her squeal when he wiped some excess soup from the corner of your lips.

Something was up.

It was about ten minutes into lunch when your phone began to ring, a notification from a reminder app you downloaded. You picked up your phone and sighed as you read your schedule.

“Gotta go. I have a meeting in a few.” You mutter, beginning to clean up your tray and utensils; you were a little disappointed. You didn’t even get to finish your soup.

Levi eyes you and the way you kept glancing back and forth between your soup and the clock. He sighs before he speaks, “I’ll take care of your dishes and buy you lunch later. Just go.”

“No, no, I can— fuck!” You yell when the bowl of soup is accidentally knocked over, spilling over your jacket.

Levi silently offers you his handkerchief to clean yourself up. He starts using napkins to clean the table as well, before taking the coat he brought and giving it to you.

“Use this for now.”

You smile at him once again, taking your coat off and slipping on his as you stood up. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t flinch (or react for that matter) when you kiss his cheek before you left, only letting out a small hum of acknowledgement as you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way to the meeting.

Once you were out of view, Hange’s smile immediately drops in favor of too serious eyes as she starts interrogating Levi.

“Okay, cut the crap, Ackerman. How long have you—“

“Hange, no, we’ve talked about this.” Erwin tries to reason but his pleas fall on deaf ears as she continues.

“How long have you and Y/N been dating?”

Ah. So that’s what it was about.

Levi sighs and continues to chew on his bread. He unenthusiastically stares at the woman yelling at him, swallowing his meal before speaking, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: we’re not.”

“Bullshit!” She yells. “You guys are a disgusting old married couple who have two adopted children—“

“Dogs.” Levi corrects boredly, but just like everyone else at the table, he’s ignored as Hange continues her tirade.

“—have matching sweaters, do small bullshit for each other like paying for meals and lending your coats. And for god’s sake, they literally just kissed your cheek even though you hate human contact.”

She finishes her rant but Levi looks unphased. God, she wanted to punch his dumb and oblivious face so bad.

“Those are normal things normal friends do. I’m not surprised you wouldn’t know, four-eyes.” Says Levi, but Hange is unaffected and already used to his abrasive words.

Levi continues. “We don’t do anything beyond what’s considered friendship.”

Hange squints her eyes in suspicion. “Didn’t Y/N move into your apartment?”

“Yeah. Their landlord was shit.”

“Where I caught you having sex?”

“We’re fuck buddies and you don’t know how to knock.”

“But you introduced them to your mom as your fiancé?”

“I lied so she would stop bugging me about getting married.”

“You literally have a shared bank account and a shared retirement fund!”

“It’s easier to keep track of.”

“Damn it, Levi!”

Armin stares at the study guide in front of him, mind half processing the words and half... not. Quite frankly, he starts to wonder if the papers you’d given him were written in gibberish or some dead language no one spoke anymore.

You see him struggle to understand the sheet of paper in front of him, and sigh.

“Need a little help there, Armin?” You offer but he shakes his head. “I’m okay. I think I can understand this if I read through it more, it’s my friends I’m worried about.”

He glances beside him where the rest of his study group also stared the papers, each face painted with a unique mixture of confusion and dread.

You weren’t surprised, however. The readings for this module were quite complex, and the fact that your brightest students— Armin and Mikasa— were struggling with it made you feel a little bit hopeless for the rest of your class. Truth be told, even though you taught this topic countless of times, you weren’t entirely sure how to simplify it without leaving out too much information.

“Okay, how about this, we could—“ A soft knock interrupts your sentence, and you stare at the students in front of you to remember if you were expecting any more. It seemed like everyone was here, however, so you weren’t sure who was at the door.

“It’s me.” Came Levi’s voice, almost like he heard your inner monolgue.

“Come in!” You called out, focus shifting back to the paper in front of you as you heard the door open and close.

Okay, so I guess I could take this part and summarize it for them? Or would that still be too complicated? No, maybe I can—

“Ah, it’s that topic.” Levi mumurs, snapping you out of your thoughts. His face was directly next to yours as he stared intently at the papers you held. “No wonder you all look like you’re about to crap your pants.”

“Language, Levi. Not in front of the students.” You scold.

“They curse more than I do.”

“Still.”

He ignores your comment as he hands you a brown paper bag, pulling a chair out to sit next to you. He grabs the paper from your hands to look over the study guide you prepared, undoubtedly trying to figure out a way to simplify it as well.

“What’s this?” You ask, opening the paper bag.

“Bought you dinner.” He replies, eyes not leaving the paper in front of him. “I figured you’d forget again.”

As if on cue, your stomach suddenly starts feeling empty. It was impossible that you were hungry, though. You just had lunch. And after lunch you had some meetings to attend to, a couple classes, some last minute consultations, and— okay. Maybe it’d been a couple hours since lunch, but it couldn’t be that bad. A brief glance at the clock confirms that—

“Holy shit, it’s almost 8pm.”

“Language, Y/N. Not in front of the students.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Gladly.”

The students in front of you let out a loud groan, faces over exaggeratedly contorted in disgust at your and Levi’s conversation.

Levi glimpses up at them and raises his eyebrow in question, while you jokingly roll your eyes.

“Alright, I think we should continue our consultation another time.” You said, beginning to pack up your teaching materials as the students did the same. “It’s getting late and curfew’s at 8pm. I’d better not see any of you outside the dorms.”

You knew you would though. It’s Friday night, there’s a bar across the street, and they’re teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?

You turn to Levi and hand him the keys. “You go ahead to the car, I’ll finish packing up.”

“It’s alright, I’ll wait for you in the hallway.” Levi takes the car keys as he stands up, walking out the door once again and leaving you alone with your students.

As you began to arrange your papers and clear the table, you start to remind them, “Okay, so we can discuss chapters—“

“Are you and Professor Ackerman dating?” Eren asks curiously, earning a shove from Jean and a silent threat to shut up, dumbass.

You chuckle. “No, Eren. We’re not.”

He gives you a doubtful look, one which you only return with a curious face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“You should date him— ow, what?!” He speaks, getting shoved by both Reiner and Jean this time before Mikasa pulls them off of him. You pause from your task.

“Okay, I’ll humor you. Why should I date him?”

The students share a look, daring each other to respond to your bold question. A few tense moments pass by and you smugly continue packing your papers. Yeah, you figured no one would—

“He’s nicer when he’s with you.” To your surprise, it was Mikasa who answers.

Unsure how to answer but still wanting to remain professional, you nod your head without looking up from your task. “Duly noted. Now go on, I know you have parties to attend to. I won’t hold you here much longer.”

The students laughed as they said their goodbyes; you held the door open for them until everyone was out before you left as well, shutting down the lights and locking the room once more.

A warm hand makes its way to the small of your back, and you smile.

“Hey.” Levi greets.

“Hey.” You repeat. “You read to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna share my dinner when we get back home?”

“...yeah.”

He takes the stack of paper from your arms, his free hand reaching out for your own. You walked down the hallway in relative silence, interlocked hands swinging slightly from every step.

From the opposite corner of the hallway, the students’ prying eyes observe the small interaction; the two professors remained completely unaware that they were being watched.

“Told you they were a thing.” Ymir gloats, and the group snickers as Reiner irritatedly hands her some money.

Something was wrong.

If there was one thing Erwin knew from the nearly two decade long friendship he shared with you and Levi, it was when something was wrong.

It didn’t go unnoticed to him when Levi didn’t open your side of the car door as he usually would when you arrived at the parking lot; when he made a beeline for his cubicle in the faculty instead of helping you get settled first; when you didn’t make a fresh pot of tea for him before classes started; when your small sweet gestures throughout the day were kept to a minimal; and most importantly, when neither you nor Levi wore your matching gold rings.

The faculty was nearly empty, save for himself, Hange, Moblit, and the two people who were having a lover’s quarrel. The entire day went by without seeing you two walk side by side like you usually would, and Erwin was pretty sure Levi’s permanent frown somehow got deeper.

Yeah. Something was horribly wrong.

“Pssst.” Erwin hears from the desk next to his. He turns around and is met with Hange and Moblit’s curious gazes.

“The hell happened to those two? Trouble in paradise?” Hange asks, eyeing Y/N and Levi’s grouchy faces and refusal to acknowledge each others’ existence as they each packed their things. She adds on, “Are they getting divorced?” Only to be reminded by Moblit that “They’re not dating.”

Erwin shrugs, answering Hange’s question. “No idea.”

Moblit chimes in, “I heard Petra tried asking Levi out yesterday and now Y/N is jealous.” 

She scoffs. “Y/N isn’t the jealous type. Besides, Petra’s part of the bet so that means she thinks they’re going to get together.”

“I’m part of the bet and I don’t think they’re going to get together.” Moblit points out. “And Petra stares at Levi the way Levi stares at Y/N.”

“Full of disdain and irritation?” Hange asks.

“No,” Erwin finally interjects. “Full of love and admiration.”

“Can the three of you creeps keep your mouths shut?” Hange, Erwin, and Moblit’s heads snapped to the direction of the voice, eyes meeting a pissed off Levi with a pissed off Y/N beside him. It seems like their hushed whispering wasn’t so hushed at all. 

“When you gossip about our private life the least you could do is wait until we’ve left the room.” You gritted.

“No, it wasn’t-” Hange tries to defend herself but is cut off by Levi, “We already heard you talking. Now out with it before I change my mind about letting this slide.”

The three guilty professors sigh, sharing a look before Erwin decides to come clean. “We’re concerned for you.” He starts. “You’ve been ignoring each other the entire day and whatever this fight is, it’s the worst one I’ve seen you have.”

You sigh. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t appreciate your concern, it’s just that-”

“-it’s just that it’s none of your goddamn business.” Levi interjects and you immediately glare at his rudeness. 

“Shut it, Levi. I don’t have time for your bull.”

“And I don’t have time for your petty lies.”

The three watched as you and Levi begin to quarrel, sharp words and irritated glares thrown around with each passing second. Your voices overlapped with each other as Erwin tried to make sense of what it was you were even fighting about, some words about betrayal in the highest degree and ruining a good thing and a relationship built on lies being the few words he understands. 

Finally, he has enough.

“Stop.” Erwin says loudly but firmly. The two of you pause from your bickering him and stare at him incredulously; he continues to speak, “We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re grown adults. I’m getting tired of playing mediator whenever you fight but if I have to do it again so you stop yelling, then I will.” 

He sighs. “Now what the hell are you two fighting about?”

“Y/N started it.” “Levi started it.” You say at the same time, and Erwin feels a headache coming but decides to ignore it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The two of you stare at each other angrily, almost daring the other to back down. This goes on for a few seconds before Levi finally sighs and speaks.

“Y/N thinks lemon scented detergent is better than lavender scented detergent.”

Hange and Moblit snicker but quickly shut up when Erwin gives them a look. He wasn’t even surprised that a fight as small and menial as this would be the fight that tears his favorite power couple apart.

“It is and you know it.” You reply defiantly and Levi groans in frustration, hand holding his head in disbelief as he quietly mutters, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who thinks lemon is better than lavender.”

At that, Hange’s ears perk up. “You’re getting married?!” She screams, and the two of you look at her in confusion, fight suddenly forgotten.

“Yeah, next week.” You reply wearily. “We emailed you the invites.”

If Erwin thought your bickering was loud, then the squeal that Hange let out was nothing short of deafening as she suddenly lunges at the couple, forcing them into a group hug as she cheers, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You are together.”

Levi scoffs. “Don’t be silly, it’s for tax purposes. Apparently the bank won’t approve the loan for our new house unless we’re legally wed; something about tax fraud.”

“House?” Moblit echoes. “Don’t you already live together?”

You nod. “Yeah, but we figured the kids-”

“Dogs.” Levi corrects.

“-deserve a yard to run around in. Our apartment’s getting too cramped for the four of us.”

“Don’t ruin this for me!” Hange yells. “I have a wedding to plan.”

Levi sighs. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, four-eyes. There isn’t going to be a ceremony. We’re going to a court house to get our marriage license approved. That’s it.”

“And we invited you and Erwin to be our witnesses.” You explained. “There isn’t going to be a celebration but we’re going to host a small dinner party for close friends and family.We’d greatly appreciate it if you can RSVP to the emails within the week so we know how much food to prepare.”

The three professors nod, each exchanging pleasant smiles. It wasn’t the wedding invite they were hoping to receive but it was still a wedding invite nonetheless, and they weren’t about to burst your bubble.

“Hold on a second,” Erwin mutters, suddenly remembering one detail. “Where are your rings?” He gestures to your ringless hands.

“We had them engraved with our initials. Makes things more believable.” Levi answers. “If you’re done with the dumb questions, we’ll go ahead now.” 

He doesn’t wait for them to answer as he holds your hand in his, walking you out of the faculty room and into the hallway as he pretends not to notice his friends giggling like teenagers at the information you just shared.

“So...” You start, giving him a warm smile as you squeezed his hand. “Do you think they’re catching on?”

Levi lets out a rare smile, eyes softening as he looks at you. “No. They’re too dumb to know we’re actually together. They’ll eat up whatever bullshit explanation we come up with.”

“Okay, but remind me again why we have to keep pretending like we’re not actually together and not actually getting married next week?”

He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately before placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Does it bother you that they don’t know?” He asks, and you hum as you think it through. “No. It’s actually really entertaining.” You laugh. “But why don’t you want them to know?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer to him. “That’s what they get for placing stupid bets.”

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[hargrove-mayfields]

Day 31 of the Horror on Cherry Lane Challenge! Today’s prompt was authors choice!

Halloween used to be a thing in their family.

Ever since Billy was a kid, it was always tacky group costumes and homemade decorations, special dinners and so, so much candy. It started with his mama, a lady who was never one for Easter or Christmas, much to her husband's dismay, and instead put all of her effort into all Hallow’s Eve.

But a couple years back, Billy got caught with just a little too much makeup on, couldn’t play it off as just for some dumb costume Max put him in, and that was it. That was just the final straw really. They’d been balancing on the edge of losing all holidays in the Hargrove house since the moment Billy’s ma walked out the door without a second glance, taking all the festivity with her.

Still, it’s not entirely gone. Neil still let’s them decorate the outside of the house, even though they’re barely unpacked yet stringing some orange lights and a few cobwebs on the porch, but that’s the end of their festivities.

Now, usually, that means no horror movies, no costumes, no  candy, and Max isn’t allowed to trick or treat either,

But since they’re in a cozy little neighborhood now, where nobody knows about Neil Hargrove’s temper. The old man’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to build a good reputation after he let it slip back home.

They don’t got the money for it, but he takes Max to buy a costume and a huge bag of candy for Susan to hand out anyways. Because that’s what he does. Pretends everything’s just fine at any literal cost, spends more money on their reputation than he does on the goddamn necessities.

He even lets her pick out a pumpkin to carve. (Outside, Maxine. Get that shit on my carpet and I’ll beat your skinny ass)

Now, that’s not him being nice and they all know it, but they’ll take those little moments of kindness when they can get them. So much so, Billy takes the opportunity to try and get something for himself.

And it backfires. Real bad.

The conversation goes something like, Billy trying to convince his dad that if Max is allowed to go out, he should be too, say, to that party he got an invite to in the good part of town.

But that only reminds Neil that there’s a bad part of town, and he’s letting his step-daughter, herself known for misbehaving whenever possible, out into it. He informs Billy rather bluntly that no, he can’t go to the party. He has to take Max trick-or-treating.

Fuck.

It’s one thing to have to watch after the little twerp, but this is a whole other level he’d never had to stoop to before. Not even when he was twelve and young enough to do this shit while they were pretending to be a family for the first time did he have to show her off in her stupid little costume.

That’s all it is anyhow, is showing off for the new neighborhood, so Billy tries to find a loophole, make a case for himself.

Again the conversation is short lived, goes something like, “Hey dad. You know this Tina chick is like, super rich and popular, and the fact that she invited me to this party is like, a major honor. It would be weird if I didn’t show up, and you know, I don’t wanna miss an opportunity like that, bein’ new here and all.”

“Good try. Trick-or-treat starts at 6:30.”

“Yessir.”

So that’s how he ends up in the half-assed costume he was going to wear to Tina’s, leading around an equally as annoyed Max through unfamiliar streets and past so many fucking trees you’d think they were lost in the woods. They just sort of wander, none of the houses they pass are lit up, and they’re not dumb enough to go knocking, so its just walking on nonexistent sidewalks forever until they finally spot a group of ghostbusters Max wants him to stop for.

“Go stand over there. I wanna scare my friends.” She insists, shoving her mostly empty candy bag into his chest and shaking her mask out to put it back on.

Billy takes the bag, because that’s his job and he’d rather be useful than here for no reason, but he still crosses his arms, looking less than thrilled about Max bossing him around, “You sayin’ I ain’t scary?”

“With your hair poofed and your jacket zipped all the way up, not really.” Max snarks, unbothered by his attempt, so he just fires back a simple, “Oh, fuck off, shitbird.”

Max laughs at besting him, turning on her heel and running off towards her supposed friends, and Billy vaguely hears the shrieks of the little nerds as she sneaks up on them, but his head is somewhere else, distracted by the familiar face he sees, hovering awkwardly behind the kids in the same way Billy himself is.

Steve Harrington, arms crossed. Bored frown on his pretty face. Billy can’t resist, if not just because he’s the only other person out tonight over the age of fourteen. He saunters over, past Max catching up with her nerds, “Harrington? Thought you’d be at that party t’night.”

Steve pushes a pair of shades up into his hair. A Joel Goodsen costume clearly not meant for carting some kids around town. Snarks back at Billy, “Could say the same about you, Hargrove. You still got a reputation to build, I’ve already left mine behind.”

“The fact we know each other says I’ve done enough work already.”

“Hm. I think the fact that you’re carrying your little sister's candy bag instead of my record means you still have some more to do.”

“Hey fuck off. You’re out here doin’ just the same thing.”

They’ve caught the attention of the kids by now, the curly headed Stantz interrupting at that point, “It’s even worse, ‘cause Steve’s not related to any of us.”

“That so?”

“What? Someone’s gotta look after these little shits. You never know what the hell is lurking in these woods.”

“And I wouldn’t like to. M’not even s’posed to be wandering the streets of this run down town anyhow. Should be at Tina’s party, where there’s fucking walls to keep that shit outside. ‘N maybe some fuckin’ central heating.”

Steve hums knowingly at that moment of bitching Billy let slip, “I see. California boy not used to the cold?”

Billy takes the opportunity, wagging his eyebrows and remarking, “Well I ain’t got anything on under this jacket.”

It’s then that Max herself interjects loudly, “Okay, that’s it. Can we please get back to trick-or-treating?”

“One sec, Maxine.” Billy puts his hand on her face and pushes her back, making her complain more, “I’m serious, Billy. There’s only an hour left of trick or treat and we’ve only hit like, ten houses.”

Before he can argue, Steve “Just head up the street. That’s where all the rich old ladies give out the full sized candy bars. Tell ‘em you know the Harringtons if they start givin’ you any trouble.”

Billy gives them a moment to scamper off, breaking the non-silence, “So. Where’s that leave us?”

Steve hums, slowly turning his eyes away from the receding group they're supposed to be babysitting, that gaze laced with something , “How do you mean?”

Billy tries to keep it under wraps, shoving his hands in his pockets but still talking animatedly, “You sent the kids away, but ain’t either of us makin’ it to that party before everyone worth talking to is shitfaced. Or before the brats get bored and come back. What are we doin’ here?”

“We wait for them to get back.”

That’s disappointing. “Aw come on. S’a little tame for the supposed king.”

“Please. You’re standing here talking about it with me. If you thought I was too tame, you’d’ve left by now.”

“Alright, alright. Can we quit it with this pissing contest shit though?” Billy shrugs, then decides to tack on to the end, “I dunno who told you I was after ya, but I couldn’t care less, man. Makes me sound like my old man, all worried about reputation and shit. S’not what I want.”

There’s more than curiosity in Steve’s tone as he asks, “What do you want then?”

“Depends on who’s askin’.” Billy tries to deflect, put on the spot, but again Steve is quicker than him, taking a step closer and answering, “I am.”

“From you. I want whatever you’ll give me.” It’s another attempt at not sounding as flustered as he feels, thank god for the biting cold that gives his face enough of a tinge to hide the blush that slowly covers it, and too, to make sure he knows what he’s getting into before shit goes too far and he can’t take it back.

Lucky for him, Steve has all the bravado Billy just impersonates, giving a decisive, “How’s twenty minutes alone before the brats finish their loop through Loch Nora sound?”

“Make it thirty and you got yourself a deal.” Billy proposes, his tongue pinched between his teeth, Steve’s own assuredness giving him the confidence.

Steve just rolls his eyes and grabs his wrist, leading him to it doesn’t matter where, “Come on, asshole.”

[thunderthighs77]

Tendou and Semi Cuckold Part 2

**PART 1** IF THE LINK DOES NOT WORK, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. PART 1 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY  

CW/TW for Pt. 2: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, double penetration, oral (giving), spit roast?, vaginal/anal play, anal sex, whining, creampie, praise/degradation kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of weed, cursing, smoking weed.

Y/N knows Semi wants her. And so does Tendou. Only one solution...

(hhhh i’ve proofread this sm times. please let me know if I missed a warning or misspelled anything)

CW/TW for BOTH PARTS: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, spit roast (tag team), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal/anal play, shotgunning, (smoke), oral sex (giving), mentions of weed, cursing, pussy rubbing?, whining, creampie, praise/degradation kink.18+ MINORS DNI

Your voice broke the ice. “I know you saw us, Semi.” Semi gulped and tried to remain calm, but his shaky leg and his arm shifting to push the pillow deeper into his lap was a dead give away that he was more turned on than ever. "I don’t uh...I don't know what your-"

 “I know you want me,” you interrupted.  “What?”, he said in a shock. He turned his head and widened his eyes in an attempt to act innocent and play dumb. “Nono you're Tendou’s girl,” he said in a panicked way. "And?”, you said lifting an eyebrow. You slowly sit up and lean towards him. 

 “Tendou always talked about sharing me. With Ushiwaka, with Ohira, and Shirabu.” You gently tiptoe your fingers up his chest and feel his heart beating. “And sometimes, with you too, Eita.” You lean into his ear and let out a moan. He takes a deep breath as you moan his name. Semi looks over at you with desperate eyes and you hold his chin with just your index finger, staring at his lips. "Y/n...I-", he began. 

 “Hey, you two!" Tendou says happily as he makes it back from the kitchen to the living room. Semi jumps and turns away. You calmly back away at your seductive session and sit back down on the other side of the couch while still looking at Semi. He clears his throat and turns back around to face Tendou, trying to play it cool. "Food’s gonna be here in an hour and half. It’s the weekend, so they're busy with deliveries." Tendou bent down to Semi’s eye height and asked "So...what should we do in the meantime?" 

 Semi gulped and looked down, as he felt Tendou’s gaze pierce a hole into his skull.

 “Oh! I know!”, Tendou says as he smiles. He walks around and tells you to move closer to Semi so he can sit down. Your back is still to Tendou as you stare at Semi. And soon, Tendou turns and kisses you on your neck and while you turn to face Tendou. 

 Semi looks away to preserve both of your dignities, but Tendou speaks out. “Huh uh, turn back around, Semi. I know what you’re thinking.” Semi turned around with a worried expression on his face. 

 “I mean who can resist her, huh?”, Tendou says as he smirks. He cups both your tits as you let out a moan and keep eye contact with Semi. “Have you ever seen two tits so perfectly plump as hers?”, Tendou says as he continues to knead them. Your feet gently push at Semi’s thighs and slide under the pillow to where Semi jolts and looks away to throw his head back as your feet gently stroke him from the outside of his pants. 

 Semi was going crazy. He sighed and looked down, shaking his head and bit his knuckles. He had feral thoughts at the image of fucking someones girl right in front them. Something about pride or honor, whatever the fuck it was, now was the chance he had. He had shamed Tendou so many times for this cuckolding kink. But now, Semi had the urge. He looked back at Tendou and finally said, “Please let me fuck her.”

He had such a hunger in his eyes. Semi moved the pillow to reveal his bulge and he leaned into your face. You look up for Tendou’s approval, at which he smiled and initiated the kiss between you and Semi. It was deep, like your mouth was the first meal he had after 3 days of starvation. He kissed your teeth, completely violating your tongue with his. It was a dizzy kiss. He pulled away from you with a bridge of saliva trailing from both of your lips. 

Both of you had lost your breath from his kiss. Semi stared deep in your eyes, and you into his. Tendou, however, was smiling at the site before him. Ear to ear. He was in Heaven. He stood up and gently pushed you back to Semi’s personal space, in which you jumped on him and straddled his lap. 

Tendou walked over to the living room lamp and turned it on to get some light. While you and Semi were busy making out and having Semi clench your butt and thighs, Tendou reached for the weedbox on the top shelf of the t.v. stand to roll out a blunt.

He sprinkled the green contents in the brown paper and licked the sides. His eyes met yours as your face was turned to face your boyfriend. Semi was busy kissing your neck and suddenly his eyes met Tendou too. You were already grinding on Semi and you didn’t stop as you maintained eye contact with Tendou. 

The both of you stared at Tendou for a few seconds before he broke the eye contact and stood up to look for his lighter. Semi went back to kissing your neck and then your lips and you rubbed his head and cradled it as his tongue traveled from your neck to your mouth. 

Tendou searched in his coat pocket hanging in the mini closet at the front door for his zippo lighter Semi had gotten for him for his birthday. He lit the blunt and walked over to you as he took a hit. You break from Semi’s kiss and look up at your boyfriend. 

Semi also looks up to see Tendou bent down and grip your cheeks with one free hand to open your mouth. He blew the smoke from his mouth to yours and Semi lets out a gentle groan at how fucking sexy you looked. “Please fuck my throat, sir,” you beg as you look up at Tendou. He smiles as he strokes your face. 

He walks over to the ashtray and puts his blunt down and loosens his sweatpants. Semi pulls his pants down and so do you. You unhook your bra and throw it on the floor near the pile of your clothes. You push Semi back on the couch and straddle him, placing his dick deep inside your wet cunt. You both let out a moan and you cup the back of Semi’s head and give him a deep kiss. He grabs your ass cheeks and holds on to them as he bounces you on his cock. 

It was girthy. You didn’t get a good look, but you could describe it just from it thrusting inside you. It had this outline on the front of it, and it was grazing your walls and made you clench around it everytime it thrusted in and out. 

Tendou walked around to the back of the couch where your mouth was. He stood over you and pulled out his length, a thinner but longer size than Semi’s. He taps your lips with his cock head and you hold your mouth open, slowing down your pace and grinding on Semi’s dick at your own pace instead of Semi moving you at his. 

You take Tendou down your throat completely. Tendou had trained you a lot of time. Curl your toes, expand your throat like at choir practice, and breathe through your nose. While Semi moves your ass, sliding up and down on his cock, he lets out a moan at the site of it. He smacks it and it jiggles, which makes him ache even more for you. 

“You take that dick so good, baby,” Tendou purrs. You pull out and spit on his dick, and smile as your mascara runs down your face. He smiles back and shoves his dick down deeper in your throat and Semi sees as it makes a bump in your throat. He smiles and looks up at Tendou, who winks at Semi. Tendou pulls out and walks over back to the ashtray. Semi pulls you off and puts you on all fours on the couch. 

Backshots feel so good with Semi. His cock is thick and the tip of it kisses your cervix with every thrust. “Jesus,” Semi groans as he thrusts into you. 

You’re a mess. Orgasm creeping up on you again, mascara trails drying and itching from the tears that dragged them. You just wanted to cum. You brows were furrowed and your moans that were once breathless and full of pleasure, now sounded like desperate and girlish squeals. You look over at Tendou who was sitting on his chair, watching in amusement as he smoked his blunt. 

“What?”, Tendou asked as smoke exited his mouth as he spoke. You pouted and almost whined. “Please,” you asked. He smirked and stood up to walk over to you. He bent down to meet your poutful gaze. He met it with a smile and cupped your cheeks. 

You were being pushed rhythmically towards your boyfriend’s face because of Semi’s thrusts. Tendou looked right in your eyes with amusement as yours were flooded with desperation. He began to mock your pleads in a babyish voice. 

“Please please please,” you beg. “Huh? You wanna cum? Huh? Huh?,” Tendou pawed at you. “Is that what you want”, he said as he choked you. “Oh God! Pleaseeeeee,” you let out. Tendou pulled away and stood back up to give Semi a nod. Semi licked his lips and pulled you up to his chest.

 He groaned as he held on tight to your upper torso. One arm was wrapped around the top of your breasts while the other was right below them, making them perk out and act a soft pillow for Semi to hold on to. His orgasm was close. “You wanna cum on that dick?”, Semi asked. 

You nod your head and let out a girlish moan as Semi groaned in your ear. He sped up his pace and thrusted like a beast inside you. You pause your moans and instead just hold your mouth open in astoundment. Tendou smirked while watching. “Go ahead, baby,” he initiated, just before he hit his blunt again. 

Semi whispered in your ear “Cum, baby. Cum on that dick.” You moan and respond, “Cum inside me, please.” Semi smiles and with a few more thrusts, you both cum at once on Semi’s last hard pump. While the both of you let out a moan at the same time, Tendou let out a smile and slight moan to mock you simultaneously. “Feels good after a while, doesn’t it?”, he asked. 

Semi felt your 3 month long awaited orgasm on his dick, your insides pulsating and sucking Semi in more and more. His dick was releasing his cum inside of you and pouring into you, mixing with your liquids and drowning your insides. Semi kept thrusting lightly and rocking both of you back and forth as you both finished your orgasm. 

You and Semi both let out breaths to try and slow down your heart rate. Tendou walks over and strokes your face. “Having a good time?”, he asks the both of you. You and Semi shake your head. “Sorry, man. I came inside her,” Semi said. “I’m on the pill. Don’t worry,” you say in a breathless response. 

“Sit on his dick again, Y/N,”, Tendou demands. You look at Semi and you both begin to maneuver each other to Tendou’s demands. You want to feel that orgasm again so you begin grinding on Semi. Semi lets out a few groans and watches you from above. Tendou puts the blunt down on the ashtray again and eyes you up and down. 

His eyes go down to your ass, in particular, your little hole. You were already prepped from the amount of times you guys have explored anal, and Tendou knew, with just some lube, you’d be alright. Tendou walked over to his desk drawer and brought an anal lube bottle with him. 

He squeezed a glop on his fingers and touched your puckered hole. You yelp at the cold gel and hold on to Semi’s chiseled shoulders. You let out a girlish whine as Tendou stuck in one finger. You hadn’t had anal in a while, but, you were very familiar with it. You felt violated since you hadn’t had it in a long time. 

Tendou got off on your moans, and so did Semi. They sounded so desperate, so squeamish. You sunk your moans into Semi’s neck as Tendou inserted his length. You finally threw your head back at the feeling. Tendou gestured to Semi to pause his thrusts so that you can get used to the feeling before they begin their session. 

“Stuffed to the brim, huh?”, Tendou teased. You let out a moan as Tendou pulls you by your shoulders to press your back against his chest. He puts you in a headlock with his elbow and exposes your tits for Semi’s view. Semi almost drools at the site. He sits upright and sucks at your tits. 

You roll your eyes back and let out a girlish moan. Tendou floods your right ear with sweet nothings of “Who’s such a good girl? Huh? Getting double stuffed, you slut. You’re such a good whore for me and Semi” while gritting his teeth and gripping your cheeks at the same time as he said such things. 

Semi was in your left ear moaning about how you were so good for him, how much he’s been wanting you and craving you. Your thoughts were fuzzy. Your head felt full, just like your genitals. It felt hot in the room and you were seriously losing your mind, drowning in dopamine, so much that you couldn’t form complete sentences. You just sat there, double stuffed, and mouth open with drool peaking out.

Both men were pistoning inside you at opposite rates. While one entered, one exited. 

“Fuuck!,” Tendou groaned as he pumped your ass. “You wanna cum, again?” 

“Pleaseeeeee!,” you shouted. Thank god he finally asked. “Cum, you slut,” Tendou commanded. You let out a whine and close your eyes as you scream. “Ooooo, she’s coming like a freight train,” Tendou commented while chuckling. 

Your pussy and asshole clenched around their cocks. Semi didn’t cum, nor did Tendou. He pulled your head back and made you arch your neck as he jerked himself off while staring at you. “Thank youuuu,” you moan. While still in a dreamy state, you ran your index finger down Semi’s face and along his lips as you thanked them. 

“She’s all yours, Semi. Give me a full show,” Tendou says as he stops touching himself and walks away to take a seat at his desk. He takes his blunt in his hand and smiles at Semi. Semi flips you over on your back to face him while he’s on top of you. He gives you a deep kiss and places your legs on his shoulders. 

He thrusts deep into you as you cry out. You were still a bit sensitive and you held on to the sides of the pillow under your head as you bare through the deep plunging. Tendou was slowly jerking himself off to the show in front of him. Semi’s back was facing Tendou, and so your eyes met with Tendou as Semi pumped you. 

Tendou smiles and mouths without voicing “I love you.” You lick your lips and mouth it back to him. He winks at you and your stomach flutters, making you feel so much better. Semi straightens his back more and wraps his arms around your thighs and pumps into you deeper, causing you to cry out while staring at Tendou, who in turn, mocks your facial expressions with a sentimental expression, trying to match yours. Then, he suddenly has a sinister smile at your furrowed brows and desperate expression. 

You look back up at Semi, who breaks away from gripping your thighs and takes them off his shoulders. He folds them in half and pumps into you. You let out moans and cries, and place your hand on his heart to try and symbolize how painful yet pleasurable this position feels. Semi’s body was hovering on top of you and you kiss him, gripping onto the hair of the nape of his neck as you let out a moan near his neck. 

While in such a position as a mating press, you felt Semi go deeper and faster, and with Semi giving your neck a riot of kisses, your orgasms creeping up on the both of you, and you looked up to a hovering figure. Tendou stands above you while smoke exits his smile. He reaches down and strokes your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand and suddenly, Semi arches his back and groans as he empties all of himself inside you. 

He rubs your clit with his thumb as he lets out breathless moans and you easily reach your orgasm, as well. Tendou hits his blunt one last time before putting it out on the ashtray and walks over to his seat. His pants were already on and he had enjoyed such a wonderful show. 

“Fun, wasn’t it?”, he asked. Semi sighed and released your legs as they lazily slapped around Semi’s waist. Semi’s upper chest was glistening with sweat, and so was yours. Your nipples were still hard and below you, was a pool of white liquid, creaming on Semi’s cock. 

“Lots,” Semi said while still trying to catch his breath. Semi stood up and got a clean towel from the closet. He ran it under some warm water and wiped you down while Tendou handed you a glass of water and a newly lit joint. After Semi finished, you hit the blunt and gave it to Semi who took a hit. 

He passed it back to Tendou while you passed the cup of water you drank to Semi. Tendou walked over to the grocery bag you had set down on the floor earlier and snooped through it. Semi put the glass on the table and stood up to put on his pants and throw the towel in the washer. He then picked up your clothes and handed them to you. You only put on your shirt and panties before Tendou yelps in excitement. 

“Ooo! Reeses!,” Tendou said giddily as he pulled out the orange packet from the plastic bag. “Open it! Open it!,” he said in a childlike excited state of manner. Semi shook his head and chuckled at his sudden change of behavior. You ripped open the packet and handed it to him. He took one cup out to feed to you and you bit it. He then kissed you on the forehead and said, “You feel okay?”

You answer with a smile as you chew the chocolate. You took the whole piece in your hands and broke off the half that wasn’t bitten and gave it to Semi. “I feel wonderful. Thank you both for a great time,” you say. Semi smiles gently and takes the piece. You lean on Semi as you both eat the chocolate. Tendou sits down next to you and you fall back onto his chest and you put your feet up on Semi’s lap. Tendou turns on the tv and checks his phone in his pocket. 

“Food’s almost here,” he says.

[amedetoiles]

i just finished the drama and i'm having severe emotions about jiang cheng's sacrifice, i am begging for any thoughts you have on this!!

@ first anon: I’m so sorry, and we welcome you to this hell. But also, hey, how did you know to come to my humble blog like this? Has my vocal incoherent crying become this famous across the vast MDZS tumblr spaces? XD I’m extremely amused by this development.

BUT DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT JIANG CHENG’S SACRIFICE YOU BOTH ASK? OF COURSE I HAVE THOUGHTS LMAO!

Every single day I cry about this. For the majority of the story, we have Wei Wuxian’s sacrifice, downward spiral, and vilification at the forefront. This makes sense. He is the narrator. The main character. The one whom this story is about. We don’t learn about Jiang Cheng’s sacrifice until the very end. Until the moment we, the audience, think all the pieces of Wei Wuxian’s story have finally been neatly picked up and tucked away and Wei Wuxian gets the happy ending he most assuredly deserves at long last, we discover that one of the driving catalysts of Wei Wuxian’s entire story is actually because of this singular moment right here:

A little brother who loved his shixiong so fucking much. A little brother who, in the wake of losing his home, his parents, and his entire clan down to his very last shidi, consumed by grief and anguish and vengeance, with the burden and responsibility of rebuilding the honor and memory of his family’s sect now on his shoulders, looked at his brother in danger and chose his brother. He fucking chose him!

The haters of this fandom can argue again and again that Jiang Cheng did not choose or stand by Wei Wuxian “when it mattered” or whatever cockamamey logic drives the anti-grape agenda, but the fact of the matter is, Jiang Cheng absolutely did. He absolutely unquestioningly fucking did. Despite society, despite his awful parents, despite his insecurities telling him that they are not brothers, that they are not blood, Jiang Cheng decided Wei Wuxian was his anyway. Jiang Cheng looked at his brother and decided getting hurt, losing his core, and dying, hurt far less than watching Wei Wuxian get hurt. Just look at this fucking face! The grief. The sadness. The concern for his brother’s life. The resolve when he comes to his decision. The realization of what he is about to do. The fact that he can’t say goodbye to either his brother or his sister and neither of them will ever know why. The fact that he knows he will die and that is okay because his siblings will live. Take care, he says. I’m sorry and thank you and I love you.

Fuck it all to hell. The greatest and worst things Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian do to each other were out of love. And Jiang Cheng never fucking tells him. It pisses me off so much that he never tells Wei Wuxian, but it also breaks my heart into thousands of suffering pieces. Because even at Jiang Cheng’s angriest, at his most cruel, even in the face of Wei Wuxian’s most hurtful words and moments and actions, Jiang Cheng never once holds this moment against Wei Wuxian. A man known to say the absolute worst things at the absolute worst times buries this secret so deeply in his heart and doesn’t say a goddamn thing ever. And Wei Wuxian never tells him about the golden core transfer. Granted Wei Wuxian’s secrets are by far the most detrimental, but GOD THEY’RE SO STUPID YOU GUYS! SO SO STUPID.

And I get why Jiang Cheng doesn’t tell Wei Wuxian. I do! There’s so many factors to his decision to keep this secret, the fact that he wants Wei Wuxian to choose him for him instead of out of some guilty obligation notwithstanding! And @howdydowdy wrote an extraordinary meta about it all. BUT HEY, you dumb ass grape, I think maybe your equally bruised and insecure brother would also very much like to know how much you loved him! That it would also help him understand even if it hurts, even it paints the back end of your entire first lives together in a terribly excruciatingly painful light. Even if he gets extremely pissed off at you! Hey, maybe it would do some good for you both if the roles are reversed and Wei Wuxian gets mad at your reckless disregard for your life. Huge, huge, absolute losers, and I love these idiots so much.

Basically, everything is Jiang Cheng and everything hurts. MXTX/MDZS/CQL was like, hey, here’s a wonderfully complex story about an idealistic chaotic kindhearted little gremlin who would dig his own heart out of his chest for the people he loves and how he finds the love of his life, but spoiler alert, you’re actually going to spend most of your foreseeable days crying about his extremely well-dressed and prickly purple grape little brother instead! SURPRISE!

Anyway tl;dr Jiang Cheng loves Wei Wuxian so fucking much, pass it on.

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Linzin Week 2021: Day 3 - Stargazing (part 2)

WIP Pre-Canon AU Lin x Tenzin Rating: Eventual M To the Linzin week 2021 organizers: Is it fine to post a WIP - a serialized contribution? Will post it in AO3 as well once completed ✌🏽 Read part 1 here.

Republic City, a couple of months ago

 After another one of their shouting matches, Tenzin gripped the edges of the dining table tightly. Lin, at the other side, stood up as well, breathing heavily.

Their arguments were becoming more frequent in the past few weeks. It started with small things in the household and soon escalated to the more Serious Stuff.

To be honest, Tenzin was no longer quite sure what their argument tonight started with. He watched warily the earthbending drinking water in front of him. Whatever they started with, tonight’s fight ended with both accusing the other of not being as committed to their relationship as the other.

Lin put down her glass of water. “We can’t resolve this in one night, can we?” There was resignation on her expression.

Tenzin ran a hand on his face. “No, we can’t.”

“What do we do now?” Lin toyed with the fringes of the tablecloth that his mother had gifted them with as a housewarming present. When they had informed their parents that they will move in together at this quaint apartment at the edge of Republic City, Katara was excited to hear that they were taking their relationship seriously and had immediately turned to sewing them something for the house. “We can’t continue like this.”

He let go of the table, moving backwards to lean on the counter behind him. Tenzin felt tired suddenly. It was as if all the stress from the past weeks dropped on his shoulders.

His father has started to unload more responsibility of the Air Nation to him. Lin, meanwhile, had been promoted recently. Not to mention, the city council had been hounding him to convince his mother to allow a statue to be erected in her honor. Katara hated that.

“Maybe we should -.”

“You’re right.” He interrupted, causing Lin to look up at him. “We can’t go on like this. I agree - we should break up.”

“Break up?” Lin was taken aback. “What are you – that wasn’t what I -.”

Tenzin backpedaled. “That wasn’t what you were going to suggest?”

“No!” Lin worked her mouth, opening and closing. She was at a loss for words. She decided to sit down. “I was going to say take a break, get back to it later, just not…” She gestured her hands to the food on the table. “Now. Let’s have dinner first.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “But, Tenzin, really, be honest – is that what you think? How long have you been thinking… Do you think we should break up?”

 ---

Lin worried her lip between her teeth, forcing herself to control her feelings as Tenzin, after saying a few choice words, left the house to cool off.

She wanted to swipe her arm on the different dishes on the table. The night started so innocuous; she had gotten home early to prepare a special dinner for them.

Somehow, it had gone sideways quickly. All their previous arguments were unearthed and until they ended up with a mutual agreement. One that, she hoped, would not bite them in the ass.

It was a shame to let the food go to waste.

Even if her appetite had all but vanished, Lin was not one to throw food away. She piled a little bit of everything on her plate and poured herself a glass of wine. She carried the plate and glass outside to their small balcony. She started eating, balancing the plate and glass on the railing, and was drawn to the stars that were visible from their balcony.

Admittedly, it was one of the things that attracted Tenzin and her to renting out this apartment. It was far enough for their privacy, near enough to be accessible to their workplaces and high enough that the city’s artificial light does not obscure the view of the nighttime sky.

The earthbender chewed her food contemplatively. It would be shame to move out, wouldn’t it?

 ---

City hall

“Good afternoon, Captain! Councilman Tenzin is in his office right now.” Tenzin heard his assistant from the other side before his office doors burst open.

Enter Captain Beifong of RCPD, who strode purposefully in, stopping only when she was right in front of his desk. The doors swung shut behind her.

“Tenzin!” She leaned on the desk and Tenzin could see the vein on her forehead.

“Good afternoon to you too, Captain Beifong.” He played dumb to prolong the inevitable.

“You know why I’m here.” Lin rolled her eyes. “Would you care to tell me why did I just have lunch with your parents and that they, oh, that they were booking a room for the two for us in the next family getaway?”

“Listen Lin – .”

“No, you listen. Why didn’t you tell them we’re done? That we’ve broken up?”

“I can’t, okay? They’re both so pleased for us. I’m looking for a good timing.”

Lin scoffed. “Is there ever a good timing to break up?”

“Well.” Tenzin scratched his beard.

“Don’t – answer that!”

“And I can’t disappoint Dad right now.”

“Of course, that’s the reason. After all that’s exactly why we -.” Lin cleared her throat and Tenzin could see how she visibly tried to control herself. “Well, alright then. As long as we’re on the same page.”

 ---

 Neither one had gone public about it, but it was fairly obvious at their respective workplaces.

Interestingly, no one dared ask about it. It was probably because there were more infinitely important issues that took residence on the news headlines. The Triads were acting up and the construction of the Southern Water Tribe cultural center had finally started. There was also something about Fire Nation colonies in the Earth Kingdom that newly crowned Queen Houting was declaring Earth Kingdom subjects.

The city was preoccupied with other things, his parents were away, and her mother has relinquished her position in both the metalbending academy and the police department.

She had to hand it to Tenzin, now that Lin thought about it – it was a good time to break up.

 ---

They were practical.

They were responsible.

They were the smart ones.

And yet, Tenzin questioned if they were really intelligent – given their decisions as of late.

He lightly fingered the small bright yellow piece of paper that Lin left on their corkboard. It had been their practice to leave notes as needed; sometimes to leave sweet messages or to let the other know where they would be during the day.

The airbender crumpled the paper in his palm.

Now that they have broken up, the corkboard mainly contained reminders for their bills, a grocery list or a chore schedule.

Tenzin snorted.

Yes, they were real smart, deciding to continue sharing a living space with their ex.

Close quarters, close contact – heck, even one bed (“Not gonna matter, airhead, we’re barely home at the same time anyway.”).

He had been revisiting their decision in the past months.

He started to see the little things that he had taken for granted.

And, what he initially thought was a sense of relief was starting to taste like regret.

Meanwhile, Lin, as he saw it was quite able to adjust to their living arrangements.

She was more subdued at home the earlier part of their break-up. But, resilient as she is, she started to go back to normal.

He kicked off his sandals and padded towards the balcony.

Which building, he wondered at the blinking lights, was she in now?

What was she doing right now?

Or who – his mind added nastily.

The crumpled note in his hand said: “Roommate – I’ll be out late. Don’t wait up.”

Roommate. He almost sneered. That’s what they’ve been reduced to.

TBC