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Friend who's scared to death and friend who's always (ââœâ).
#their juxtaposition is so#damn i need to make a post of just them being drawn next to each other#like its so funny yall have no idea#101 suou expressions#101 suo expressions#wind breaker#wind breaker nii satoru#suo hayato#suou hayato#wind breaker nirei#nirei akihiko#wbk
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hii! Just saw your promt post, and I was wondering if you could do either Jealous!Klaroline or Klaus comforting caroline after something bad happens to her? sorry if these are too bland đđ
hi! thanks for the prompt! i had a lot of fun with it. i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you like it. it ended up technically being both prompts in one.
cw for light angst, (kind of mild, i think) jealousy, klaus's issues, caroline's issues, death of a parent, grief, and it's pretty gooey by the end. we went the full-ass gamut in 2k words. no magic babies. very loose adherence to canon. title is from rock of gibraltar by nick cave & the bad seeds.
for the next thousand years
Caroline was wearing color again.
She'd draped herself in mourning black since she'd surprised him at Rousseau's nearly a year ago, still in her funeral dress with her severe hair barely mussed, but barefoot and ghastly bloodless, holding onto her humanity in a white-knuckled grip.
"My mom's dead," she had said, and he'd scooped her up as she collapsed. Cami had quickly ushered them out the back while Caroline began to weep. "How does anyone survive feeling this?" she'd sobbed into his neck as he carried her home.
How does anyone survive feeling this? he still wondered.
Caroline was in color again, a brick red cocktail dress, the close-fitting pencil skirt a demure knee length, but the scooped neckline was risqué. She was laughing and vibrant, witty and magnetic. No one she spoke with could take their eyes off her. She was a charming force of nature, and she'd spent the evening on his brother's arm.
Oh he wasn't stupid. He knew there was nothing going on. Caroline had gifted him with proud, beaming smiles, whenever he caught her eye, and a thousand years at one another's side let him easily read the encouraging looks Elijah had shot him, but there was an additional significance to them Klaus didn't understand.
Still, it was Elijah who ushered her around the room, making introduction after introduction, her hand tucked into his elbow, or his at the small of her back. Klaus could imagine what people thought of them. How charming they were. How perfect for each other. What a lovely couple.
The glass in his hand cracked. He slumped further down at his table in the corner. Rebekah had done a marvelous job fashioning a more modern version of a speakeasy in their home. The lights were warm and low and made everything seem soft-focus, and the crystal glittered under them. There was a live band playing and--
They were doing the damn foxtrot. He didn't know Caroline could foxtrot.
Maybe he should have guessed this would happen. She had been just a small-town cheerleader when they met. Nothing and no one in the grand scheme of things, but she'd still drawn his attention swiftly and irrevocably. He'd known she'd be transcendent once she made her way into the world. Only, he had thought he would be the one on the dancefloor with his arm around her waist.
He was being ridiculous of course. Even if Elijah had been a serious competitor for her affection, rather than an older brother enjoying needling the younger, Klaus wasn't doing himself any favors. He had experience in these matters after all. A long, sullen pout wasn't likely to steal her attention back. He needed to dredge up a bit of the charm and joie de vivre that made her halfway tolerate him in the first place, but the longer he lurked and watched, the more he felt on the verge of causing a scene. In this case, discretion truly was the better part of valor. He liberated a full bottle of bourbon and another tumbler from the catering staff and made a swift exit.
On his way out of the ballroom, he brushed past Camille and tried to do his best impression of someone who very much did not need to talk about his feelings. She saw the bottle of bourbon in his hand and the look on his face and groaned.
"I really don't want to play wise bartender tonight," she said, slightly tipsy.
He rolled his eyes. "So, don't."
"Okay," she agreed to his surprise. "You need to get your shit together."
"Excuse me?" he snapped.
"You didn't want the wise bartender. So, you get your friend, Cami, who is also friends with the source of your angst. I know more about what's going here than you seem to. This is supposed to be a special night, and you're being a dick."
Klaus continued his escape without acknowledging her. Occasionally, it was necessary to concede the last word, if one wanted to avoid eating one's friends.
Out on the balcony, he poured himself a drink and let the guilt gnaw at him. Cami was right about one thing. This was a special night. He wished he could undo this mood he found himself in, but the harder he tried, the more he risked sinking into certain violence. After the first glass, he left it on the table and went to lean on the balcony railing. He shut his eyes, breathed in the night air, and tried to let the sounds of his city unwind the chains around his spine.
The tap-tap-tap of high heels, divorced from the sounds of partygoers and merrymakers, on marble and then hardwood, pulled him out of his attempted meditation. He'd know the sound of her gait anywhere. This was the quick step of anticipation with a dash of nerves, rather than the sharp staccato of impatient annoyance.
"Did my brother run out of important people clamoring for an introduction?" he asked, directing his question toward the view the moment he smelled the sweet, seductive frangipani oil she'd recently begun using as a perfume.
"Oh boy," she muttered under her breath.
There was the delicate clink of glassware on the metal table. He smelled the crisp, heady scent of an excellent champagne before he heard the pour. A glass appeared under his nose, held by a perfectly manicured hand, nails painted gold just a touch paler than the wine. He took the glass from her and ducked his chin to hide the smile that threatened at the appearance of their thing. They touched their glasses together with a crystalline ping.
He made a thoughtful noise after the first sip. "Marie Ledru? I'm surprised we're serving that."
"We're not. I heard it was your favorite, so I got one out of the wine cellar earlier."
Wine cellar was dubious nomenclature for a dungeon where they also happened to store their spirits. He was shocked Caroline ventured down there. It had been left off the initial house tour, since the last thing she'd needed was to be assaulted by the scent of blood and death.
"Well, Elijah's just full of prodition tonight."
"I have no idea what that means," she admitted. "But it was Rebekah, actually. She practically had to draw me a map, because she made Cuvée Goulte sound like a cat choking, and I couldn't begin to guess how to spell that."
"Bekah's French has always been enthusiastic," he laughed into his glass, the bright effervescence of the wine working to lift his mood.
Or perhaps it was the company.
"I know I've been a total disaster since I showed up here," she said. He made a dissenting noise, but she steamrolled over him. "And I'm not exactly sorry about that. My mom deserved to be mourned, and I needed to do that somewhere," she trailed off as her voice tightened until it was barely audible.
He tried to observe her in his peripheral vision without making her feel studied. She was blinking rapidly, her head tilted back as she looked up at the sky. Light pollution made the stars nearly invisible, and the party had purposely been held on the night of the new moon, but she seemed to look beyond, far off to somewhere he couldn't begin to imagine. Lifting the glass to her nose, she breathed in slowly. Her eyes slipped closed. She smiled, small, but true.
She took a sip and held it, tasting it, before beginning again. "I needed to be somewhere no one would judge me for how I grieved. Whether I was doing it too fast or not fast enough. Too publicly or not publicly enough. If I cried as charmingly as Elena does. Mystic Falls is where I come from, and I'll always love it, but I can't spend the next however many years wondering if I'm living up to whatever they think I should be."
"I understand," he said quietly, with more compassion than he typically had, hoping the small undercurrent of disappointment was hidden from her.
"No," she said, and there was an edge of desperation to it that worried him. "I'm still messing it up. I know this wasn't what you had in mind. It hasn't exactly been the reunion you imagined."
She wasn't wrong, but she wasn't right, either. He'd wanted her to come to him when she was ready. Not just for him. He'd wanted her to be ready for herself. Ready to be who she truly was.
He leaned into her, resting his shoulder against hers. "Caroline--"
"I've been trying to be better," she continued before he could disrupt the point she was winding her way towards. "I've been spending a lot of time with Cami, because she gets how it feels to be totally alone in this one specific way. We have friends, sure, but no more family. Not just blood relatives. The real kind, who know everything about us and love us anyway."
It wasn't a notion he enjoyed thinking about. Whatever their disagreements might be, despite the way they irritated him ceaselessly, he held his siblings tight to his chest, hostages to his greed. Caroline had no such ties remaining, and he had no way of giving them back to her. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her, as though he was anchor enough to stop her from floating away.
She left her champagne on the edge of the balcony and burrowed into him, beneath the protective wing of his jacket. In heels, she was too tall to tuck herself under his chin the way Rebekah did when she was younger. Caroline wound an arm around his back and gripped his shirt hard enough to leave wrinkles. She cupped his neck in her other hand, fingers inching into his hair, and tucked her nose into his cheekbone, her forehead to his temple.
Klaus wanted to abandon his own champagne to hold her close, but couldn't bring himself to close the circuit. Instead, he took a sip, hardly tasting it around the distraction of the woman pressed against him.
"I know I've been useless since I got here," she whispered into the soft skin near his ear, her voice so very small, "and not at all the girl you wanted in Mystic Falls. Elijah was already helping me with the financial stuff; so, I asked him to help me learn the ropes in New Orleans, too. I wanted to--"
His glass toppled down into the garden below. It was a waste of fantastic champagne, but he couldn't bring himself to give a damn with her in his arms.
"--prove I belong here," she was still saying, even as he fluttered kisses onto her cheeks. "And I might not feel exactly like the same girl I was before, but I'm still the best parts of her. I'm still something. I'm still--"
"Everything." He pulled away just far enough to see the way the tears she fought were catching in the soot of her blackened lashes. "You're everything."
She looked at him as though he was both ripping her wounds open and sewing them closed. It's all for you, he'd told her once, and longed for a time when she'd accept the tribute he was offering. He'd never dreamed she'd give the same in return.
When she kissed him, it was like that day in the woods outside her hometown, with all the joy of reconnection and none of the sorrow of an imminent parting.
In a while, once they'd had their fill of soaking each other in, he'd take her back inside to their guests and show her off on the dancefloor. If there was anyone else who simply had to meet her, theyâd best enjoy doing it with him attached like an additional appendage, because he wasn't letting her out of his arms again that night. Or for the next several days. Or perhaps ever, if she would allow it.
"Happy birthday, Caroline," he pledged against her lips.
How does anyone survive feeling this? she'd asked all those months ago.
Like this, sweetheart.
Exactly like this.
#fic#klaroline#prompts#for extra flavor: marie-noelle ledru was a boutique champagne producer#whose sisters sold 2/3 of their land out from under her to a larger manufacturer#she ended up retiring a few years later because of it#and now bottles go for truly astronomical amounts of money#anyway i thought that fit klaus's vibe in this
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Amangela Writer Appreciation Post!
I'm feeling a lot of things right now and I've decided to write what I like about my Amangela writer friends' writing. I often forget to leave comments on their work because they are GOOD at what they do, and I often forget I'm in the middle of reading good writing because it just exists (something something baby fish asks mommy fish where water is only to realize they've been swimming in it the whole time). Can you believe they do this for FREE? And share it with us just because they want to? They are GIFTS to the community.
It is such a privilege to be in the same creative sphere as these people and I need to express Emotions or regret not doing it. They inspire me everyday. Here is a public declaration of love, hope yâall are okay with that. Ramblings under the cut, because it goes without saying, this got really long.
@okiankeno is so imaginative with their writing. My Teeth, Your Neck is impressive with its incorporations of many elements that are familiar to Smosh and Amangela while throwing them into a fantastical, supernatural universe. I haven't watched Buffy, but their writing is so good at making this fantastical world feel lived in. The world just seamlessly slides into the way they write character motivations, making for strong characterization and dynamics that have me INVESTED. That Maia/Valerie twist? Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.
@babychosen is wonderful at dropping Amanda and Angela in situations optimized for maximum tension - which is clearly seen in first time that i met you (i didn't have a damn clue) and you could be bad (but i wanna find out). I love how she crafts her plots, keeping me at the edge of my seat for what comes next, which is driven forward by the way she writes dialogue - natural to the situation as it captures a range of emotions: awkwardness, uneasiness, attraction and just all the quirks that come with forming relationships. Her writing is so fun to read!
@sage-lights writes fics that are short and sweet, but they pack such a powerful punch. With just a few words, she's able to tell a story that contains the energy of a multi-chaptered fic. This is especially true in sometimes i hold you closer (just to know you're real). LIKE HELLO. I was on the road when I first read it and it had me spiraling for a good few hours. She also captures their voices very well. They also capture the tenderness of Amanda and Angela in such a specific way. One of my favorites is met you at the right time (this is what it feels like), capturing the intimacy of two women who earnestly love each other, beyond romance.
@xxsuicidalravenxx 's writing explores the inner turmoil of being drawn to someone while having a lot of insecurity about your own place in other peopleâs lives. You know I'm such a fool for you (you got me wrapped around your finger) captures something so incredibly real about the anxiety that comes with a murky and under-communicated relationship dynamic based on unfair assumptions about both herself and how Amanda feels about her - which ultimately is a reflection of Angelaâs own self-worth which at this point isnât the best. Itâs so real, god - the self-sabotage and all that and slowly realizing that the people around her care more about her beyond whatever mistake she believes sheâs made. Also just - all Chamangela dynamics are excellently written here. Itâs a gift.
@unknownteapot is masterful at her craft. I've said it before - their writing is so cinematic. I can see it clearly in my mind - so good at painting clear pictures of where the characters are in the story. It's dramatic, tension-filled and just excellent writing all around. Several minutes of my life have been spent reading her fics. I feel comforted whenever I read her stuff, it gives the feeling of hope - that things will be okay even when it doesnât seem that way. I remember when sweetheart dropped in the Amangela ao3 tag and thinking WHO is this absolutely talented writer that came out of nowhere (to me lol), but now I can't imagine this little community without them.
@shesmore-shoebill is so good at capturing Amangela vibes as we see it. Like it truly feels like they've broken down the dynamic into its bare essentials which enables them to produce fics that I can vividly HEAR. They also just infuse a lot of tenderness into the way they write Amanda and Angela, whether it's in a joke or in like genuine moments of checking in - both demonstrated very well in empty space and Joint Custody (Hey Siri). Also, you just know they're a good writer without reading any of their fics because they are already so articulate in how they write commentary on videos when they aren't even trying to write a story, so when they do have a story, it just hits even more. So good.
@skiespeaches has authored one of the hottest, tension-filled fics I've read in my god damned life. From the first chapter of The devil is in the details I was screaming over how THE FUCK they were able to make just ONE KISS feel like THAT. Also, really really really love how grounded this is in the way they write dialogue and internal thoughts. It captures the pleasant feeling of realizing just how much you like someone and receiving some cues that they might like you back. It captures actions you take because of those feelings that can get in the way of communicating what you really want, the emotional tentativeness that comes with not wanting to bear your heart completely quite yet - yet there is a willingness to see where it goes, hoping that it does come to that point. The entire fic feels like the most emotionally charged scene of a slice of life movie - which is literally my personal favorite genre.
@ghoulishhgayy - famed author of hit Amangela fic Oil Burns had me invested in a situation that I personally haven't read a lot of in fanfiction. The spirit of their fics can be boiled down (haha get it) to the way they write about two women who deeply care about one another unconditionally supporting each other through difficult times. That's the kind of shit I eat up, and it's done so excellently. They just also write in a way that just makes being in love so appealing. They capture the moment of oh in Oil Burns so well that it has me gnashing my teeth, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure etc etc.
@wlwsmosh manages to get to the heart of a story in a few words. It's actually crazy and Iâm in awe of their talent. There is a lightness to their fics that just makes me smile so much while also like having some really smutty scenes, which is so dang impressive - balancing sweetness and steaminess really well while also feeling very much like Amangela. My favorite from them are when i call the shots, you call me mommy which I think feels so much like Amangela voice and humor, while also placing them in a relationship and kink context. Honestly, all of their fics are gems.
@baflegacy is so GOOD at putting Amangela in the silliest of situations (heck, situations that are very much based on what we have seen in canon) and teasing out its potential romantic through line. They have a way of capturing emotions that accompany these situations in a way that just shoots you straight to the core. They write tension so well, and are so good at keeping me engaged with what's about to happen next. All of their works are GOATED. I, however, am extremely biased when I say that my favorite is their birthday gift for me - too good (to deny it) - aka one of the best angsty pieces of writing I've read in my whole life my GOD.
@cuecrynsleep is so!!!! A newer friend whose first fic in the Amangela tag I fell in love with immediately (Being Transparent). It was so simple, but captures Amangelaâs adorable nature within the context of a romantic relationship REALLY WELL. Iâm also just out here eagerly awaiting every post from Reconnecting the Past, which is a chat fic - a format that I rarely like the execution of, but damn I love the way theyâre doing it here with the added bonus of the Changela, Arangela, and Shourtmanda dynamics which is just feels absolutely right. Iâm out here thinking what are they gonna do next. They are so good at building intrigue and Iâm just here sipping my tea and thinking in my head that I sound like some pathetic fuckboy sexting going âand then what?â because I am seated. I am sat.Â
Anyway, if youâve reached the end of this post - go support these writers!!!! Make sure you let them know if you like their stuff - either through a comment, kudos, an ask, a message, or bookmark. I promise you it makes these authorsâ days whenever they see any kind of feedback for their work, and it keeps the community ALIVE. I am guilty of not doing that but itâs always great to try instead of not. I know from personal experience that it makes so much of a difference in their motivation to write more, while also allowing us to savor the work instead of mindlessly consuming it. Thanks for reading me gushing about all of them. Love you Amangela RPF community! Very grateful for yâall more than youâll ever know <3
#amangela#smosh rpf#fic rec#THIS IS FAR FROM EVERYONE OMG#just the ones i've interacted with the most#there might even be people here who have written on ao3 that have not come across my radar and i'm sorry aiofjae - let's be friends!!!!#here being sentimental with no real reason to be other than i have this strong urge to be#amangela rpf writers u have gotten me through so much with your art thank u#dont get even get me started on how they are as PEOPLE#im grossly emo#i said that#friend tag#okiankeno#babychosen#sage-lights#xxsuicidalravenxx#unknownteapot#shesmore-shoebill#skiespeaches#ghoulishgayy#wlwsmosh#baflegacy#cuecrynsleep
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MM/Tales Mikey and his S/O. being "improv bf and ballet gf"?
Improvised Ballet
Tottmnt!Mikey x Ballerina!Reader
Ok, I had no idea if that post was going to get out there but it did so thatâll you guys! I have 3 other request to work on at the moment and I love them all so thank you, keep it coming! I tried to stick to clichĂ©s mostly as I really wasnât sure how to write this but I hope I did well so please, enjoy!
You and Mikey first met in dance
It seemed like a fun elective and most of his improv friends were doing it so he figured, why not?
Upon entering the classroom, you were one of the first people he noticed
You were just sitting there, doing some personal stretches before warm-up, and all he could think was
âDamn, that girl can bend like spaghetti! Or pizza I guess. Mmmm I love pizza. Shoot, now Iâm craving pizza! With a golden crust and gooey, delicious cheeseâŠâ
âMikey! Weâre about to start dude.â He was so deep into his own thoughts his friend had to snap him out of it. Wouldnât be the first time either
âOh yeah totally, Iâll be right there.â And as he moved to go find a spot, he couldnât help but notice you gazing over in his direction. Interesting⊠very interesting
As time went by he kept being drawn to you. He noticed you in the halls, at lunch, but most of the time heâd be caught looking over at you during dance
Eventually, the class had to split into groups and each work on a group piece to present. Turns out, you guys had quite a few mutual friends and ended up being dragged into the same group together
Mikey, ever the extrovert, immediately took the opportunity to introduce himself and you guys got to talking
He found out you were mainly there to do ballet. Also contemporary (as that was the main focus of the class) but mainly ballet
Also apparently the school has a dance team, sick!
He did get to hear all about the ballet classes you take out of school and all the pain joy that rehearsal brings
In all honesty, you love it, it just requires a lot of physical strength
From that day onwards, you guys kept talking and hanging in class, then out of class, then out of school
It was awesome and Mikey couldnât be happier, he had found a new close friend
As you two hung out more, some feelings started to grow
Nothing really changed much but close contact like high-fives and hugs became increasingly heart-racing
Even sitting next to each other was enough to raise your heart rates
Also villains might of seen you two hanging out every now and then so there may have been some kidnappery that left you in need of saving
But itâs fine, youâre fine
Everythingâs fine
It was actually after one of those daring rescues that he finally asked you out, after an attack on the school
He had originally planned to do a dance with your friends and make it a big gesture
But after that fight, he didnât want to take any chances and possibly leave it too late
So, once everyone was safe and everything, he immediately ran to you
Y/n! Are you hurt or anything? Donât worry Mikey, Iâm fine. Okay cos I kind of have something to ask you. Sure, what is it? Will you go out with me?
He said it, straight up just like that
You said yes, obviously, but it wasnât your answer he was super worried about
He just wanted the chance to let you know how he felt
And so, you two were quickly recognised as a couple around school
A theatre kid and a ballet kid, two performers each with unique styles that somehow mixed perfectly
Now, you had known who Mikey and his brothers were long before you two even first talked
I mean, the whole school knew about them; it wasnât any big secret
But youâd never really talked to them in-person before not until they started teasing Mikey about his crush on you
Then they had to help save you and from there friendship was inevitable
Seriously, you canât just ignore someone after theyâve helped save you⊠multiple times
And believe me, it doesnât matter that you two were dating now, they still loved teasing Mikey about it
So sometimes you had to take extra measures to ensure payback was efficient
But donât worry they still have their shells on, for now
However, there was one close friend of Mikeyâs whom you struggled to get comfortable with
April
While I hate to say it, you and April didnât get along easily
Being a ballet kid sometimes came with a bad rep and for someone like April, who had been picked on by so many people (including the ballet kids), trust wasnât always easy to instil in others
You did manage to become friends though. Yes, some of the ballet people you hung out with werenât the best and yes, you may have laughed along with their cruel jokes to try and fit in but that was the past
Also, surprisingly, April is super forgiving and chill so everythingâs good between you two now
As for how you and Mikey are as an actual couple, wellâŠ
Thereâs running through halls
MIKEY, DROP THE GLITTER BOMB! But Donnie made it just for meeee! That doesnât-no-stop-get back here you turd! TURD!? What kind of an insult is that! Mikey! Catch me if you can!
Crying to movies
Whyâd they have to kill the dog! I donât know. I loved that little guy. *sniffle* I-I know *simultaneous sobbing*
Mikey teaching you improv
So the idea is we go around in a circle and keep a steady rhythm. And you keep that rhythm by using hand gestures and yelling âwahâ? Exactly! Ok⊠just wondering, how does this relate to improv? I donât know. I guess itâs cos it makes you think on the spot. Right.
And you teaching Mikey ballet
Come on, stretch! Ahhh! Stretch! I-I canât! Yes you can! Now STRETCH! Aaaoooww!!!
Oh, and sometimes you have to be a bit strict with him
Mikey loves chaos and has been raised on it but youâve been taught to follow the rules so much that not doing so almost seems terrifying
So if, on the odd occasion, Mikey is trying to hide something from you itâs ok
Heâs not cheating, just breaking the law
He loves attending your concerts and follows no laws of theatre etiquette which can be embarrassing but also adorable
You, on the other hand, found it almost life-changing to go to one of Mikeyâs improv nights
The audience interaction and goofy scenes made it all so thrilling and exciting
And while you do have friends who had been doing improv for ages, youâd never actually attended one of the shows before
But your bf is the exception, forever and always
You still havenât met his dad as you refuse to enter the sewers and Splinter still struggles with coming out in broad daylight
And your parents are yet to hear of your relationship as you have no idea how theyâd feel about you dating a mutant turtle
They do, of course, know of your friendship but perhaps youâll wait a bit before breaking the news that itâs a little more now
And the shots theyâd make you take just for kissing him, the thought is draining
Besides, it canât be that dangerous to kiss a turtle⊠can it?
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And donât worry, I didnât forget about the precious mutanimals
They know of you but you are yet to meet, youâll talk eventually though
Overall, your relationship is messy, chaotic, thrilling and partially secretive
But it feels right
I hope I did good. Also, Iâm an ex-ballet kid and a current theatre kid so I found this hilarious to write. And I do mean ex-ballet kid, I havenât done proper classes in years so apologies if I got some stuff wrong. Anyway, as usual, please have a lovely day/night wherever you are!âš
#tottmnt#tmnt#mm mikey x reader#tmnt mutant mayhem#mutant mayhem x reader#tottmnt x reader#tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tottmnt Mikey x reader#mikey x reader#tmnt michelangelo#michelangelo x reader#tmnt x reader#teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader
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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode
Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3
(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)
None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :â)
FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.
She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!
not to be fruity .but. yea
SHE. also Isnât that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.
OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MANđ
BLEEEEEH (Iâm going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)
World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES đđđđ)
Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real đ
i lov e youđ„șEEEK /p. Shes melting
MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor
J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information
PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODEâŠbabys
Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)
anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto thâ *gets killed /j*
GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)
Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3
YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!
LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j
Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cuteâŠ
subtle hints of favoritism..đ(she obvs likes J more I think,)
I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated
Cute detail in Uziâs room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J
Blushys:)!
For those wondering what this is itâs basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom đđ. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT
This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM
I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.
STP FIGHTING D:
BOTH VRY SCARY :(
Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. đ
Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uziâs sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I donât know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).
Sigh., N was that you.
Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? Iâm assuming itâs VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!
Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea đ
Alright Iâve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe
#murder drones#Murder drones spoilers#Spoilers#md spoilers#spoilers md#murder drones spoilers#Md spoiler#Murder drones episode 5 spoilers#Ask to tag#Md ep 5 spoilers#Murder drones ep 5 spoilers
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Mutual said We Are x Pokemon, and as I'm currently back in my Pokémon era, thoughts were thunk.
Anyway, this is mostly my late night ramblings that I'm posting the morning after cause I think I'm so funny, but you can read them too if you want.
Phum and Kluen definitely have a Zangoose and a Seviper respectively. Phum's Zangoose hisses at Kluen's Seviper whenever they run into each other and Phum may or may not be encouraging him to do it even more cause he doesn't give a fuck if that snake is poisonous, he's gonna make it damn clear that he hates the guy.Â
But thing is, Kluen is not even pursuing Peem anymore so there is really no need, and yet Phum keeps doing it cause he doesn't know that Kluen and Beer have been bonding over their big ass snakes like dog owners at the dog park. Kluen's Seviper and Beer's Serperior are best buddiesâmaybe even mates, if you will.
Toey has a Espurr that he believes is absolutely adorable because "like trainer, like PokĂ©mon". And actually he is, but he can actually be absolutely freaking terrifying because he constantly looks like it's staring right into your soul and he knows stuff you don't. Toey says those eyes are super cute but like,,, that thing has seen stuff.Â
Mick has the rarest Pokémon and no one really knows where they come from? They just kinda... Flock to him. Like, one day he just shows up with a damn Honedge and the next he's got a Zorua? It's that a fucking Spiritomb? Dude, is that a shiny fucking FEEBAS? What the hell?
Pun the type to pick up a Magikarp from the beach cause he thought it was sad that everyone was being mean to him, now he's got a Gyarados that looks absolutely terrifying but it's actually just an overgrown puppy that lets Guin (aka the Pidove that Pun and Chain rescued and adopted together) nap on him. Pun sometimes shoves his head right into his Gyarados' jaws to show just how harmless he is and it always scares people out of their damn minds.
Aunt Pui with a Kangaskhan.
Tan with a Blissey that immediately feels drawn to Fang and offers him one of her eggs because she can feel how hurt he is deep down and it's in her nature to make people happy. Bonus points if Tan got her as a Happiny back when he was in his 'constantly getting into fights' era, because his parents wanted him to prove that he was good at something other than beating people up. He was kind of clueless on what to do at first, but then he started taking such good care of her and treating her like his daughter and she evolved into a Chansey in record time.Â
Matt found a teeny tiny little Joltik roaming around in his room one day, just straight up feasting on his power outlet and he just,,, let the little guy stay. He really likes sitting on Matt's head while he draws. Sure, the blackouts are A BIT impractical sometimes, but what are you gonna do, tell the little guy no?
Just,,, itty bitty little Pokemon being drawn to Matt. He's got little Dedenne and Sewaddle buddies that nap on his windowsill everyday cause Matt feeds them.Â
In fact, Mick initially only started spending more time around Matt because a Dreepy just sort of,,, started following Matt around one day and Mick was like "Damn that's crazy, can I keep him?" And he wanted to see what else Matt would attract.
Chain has an Applin. Because "an apple a day keeps the doctor (and the dentist!) away", you know the drill. Funnily enough, it ends up evolving into Hydrappleâyou know, the literal candied apple.
He didn't know about the whole 'lovers give each other an Applin to show their romantic interest', but when he did, the first thing he did was catch another Applin to give to Pun. No, Pun didn't get it, he just thought Chain wanted them to match. Yes, now Pun's got a dog-like, apple pie Dragon creature living in his house. Chain should've really just caught a Piplup from the start, he would've caught on quicker.Â
You know how Mimikyus feel lonely and disguise as Pikachu so they can be loved? You know how Fang and Phum put on the perfect son facade so they could get some love from their parents? Yeah...Â
You know how Togepis are said to have a shell full of happiness? How they are like little ducklings in the sense that they imprint on the first person they see and consider them their mom and stay with them? How it's said to spread joy around and how its smile is healing for the soul? How Togekiss brings good luck and loves people who are kind and respect others? You think Tan has one and he gifted Fang one of her eggs so he could heal internally the way Tan did?
Phum starting off with his normal buffalo plushie and then escalating into catching an honest to Arceus fucking Bouffalant which now kinda just,,, chills in his condo. Because fuck his parents, that's why. If he wants to have 95 kg buffalo as a roommate, he will have a 95 kg buffalo as a roommate.Â
Fai's Pom-Pom style Oricorio who just gets out of her Pokeball on her own whenever Fai or the other art students start getting all mopey about deadlines to try and cheer them all up. She always gets extra treats afterwards which might be why she is getting a little chunky, but in her defense, it always works.Â
Fai also has a Mawile who, for some reason, loves to chew on Q's leg. With her back jaws. She goes easy on him most of the time but like, Q knows better than to piss her off.
Mick has an Orthworm âthe literal 310 kgs, 2'5 meters steel worm creatureâ roaming around the garden at his house because "Just look how SILLY he looks, he's adorable". And although the thing may not be tiny BY ANY MEANS, he's also drawn to Matt.
Kluen having Pokémon that are stereotypically 'evil' (ala Seviper, Malamar, Banette) but who are actually??? Super chill??? Like, sure, they'll bite if provoked, but bros are just chilling??? That Malamar just wants Poffins, dude. That Banette is living his best life, he doesn't want revenge on his past owner no more, Kluen picked him up from the trash one day and went "Yeah, I'll take care of you." That Seviper is highkey thirsty for Beer's royal ass Serperior. His Tinkaton IS evil tho.
Also yes, Kluen has a Tinkaton and Phum has a Corviknight, because that would be hilarious.
Beer having so many Pokemon that most people wouldn't know how to evolve because he actually has the braincells to figure out how it happens. So when you see his Kingambit or Gholdengo? That's him lowkey flexing.
Peem's biggest dream is to travel across the ocean on a Lapras. Phum's biggest dream is to catch a Lapras for Peem and go with him.
Q's grandpa left him a PokĂ©mon egg before he passed. It hatched into a Fuecoco. Everyone loves him because he's just a goofy lil guy, he's always in a corner of the art room munching on some leftovers. When he evolves into Crocalor he starts making weird noises but apparently that's normal? So Q just lets it be although he is kinda worried at firstâand then Skeledirge. Who not only can SING but also can shape fire into a MIC which okay, that IS pretty cool and Q gets it now. It's pretty fun to have a singing buddy if he does say so himself; if he ever gets sick and can't sing he can just let his big 300+ kg fire croc do the job. Nah, just kidding. Unless?
#my hobby is imagining Pokemon being pets and doing regular ass stuff#pokemon#we are the series#we are series#phumpeem#tanfang#chainpun#mickmatt#beerkluen#fai we are
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âtis the damn season
regulus black x muggleborn!reader
type: angst
word count: 1.8k
summary: leaving regulus on boxing day after an explosive (literally) christmas party
warnings: drinking, hate groups (death eaters)
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âCome on, Y/N, youâll have to face him at some point,â Dorcas said, stroking back your hair from your tear stained face. You sniffed, turning and finally facing her. The sun was barely peeking through the drawn curtains, a sliver of it landing right next to her.
âSirius was right and I shouldâve listened,â you said, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. You were quite sure what he was right about. Maybe it was him telling you to stay away from the group of Slytherins you had been hanging out with, maybe it was when he insisted you not go out with his younger brother, or, possibly, it couldâve been when he warned you against going to a Christmas party at number 12 Grimmauld Place. âI was being stupid.â
âDonât say that,â she said, sitting up and looking down at you. âSirius was being an asshole and you couldnât have known what would happen.â
But you shouldâve known, you told yourself. You shouldâve known that Regulusâ family wouldâve reacted to you the way they did. You shouldâve known that a Black family Christmas party would be full of death eaters and sympathizers. But Regulus shouldâve known how dangerous bringing you actually was. Regulus shouldâve known that leaving you alone to get drunk was a bad idea. He shouldâve been the one comforting you now, not his friend who was now having to apologize for the actions of her housemates.
There was a knock at the door and Dorcas got up to answer it. She pulled it open just enough to peak her head out before pulling it open all the way and letting Pandora in. She smiled weakly at you.
âThe boys are all having breakfast,â she said, leaning against the post at the end of the bed you were laying. Dorcas resumed her position next to you. âI can have Kreacher bring you something if youâd like.â
âDo they remember anything that went on last night?â Dorcas asked. Pandora bit her lip.
âI donât think so.â
Regulus, Evan, and Barty decided to get shitfaced along with a few of their other pure blood friends in attendance, making the night even worse for you and the other two in trying to keep them out of trouble. Regulus was fun to be around when he got drunk at parties, not when you needed him to be there for you.
The night was supposed to be great. You knew from Siriusâ warnings that you shouldâve managed your expectations better, but you couldnât help but become excited at the idea of attending a high society party with your close friends and boyfriend. You, Dorcas, and Pandora spent the whole day getting ready- doing each otherâs hair and makeup, helping each other into the dress robes you all had picked out days before. You were practically giddy with excitement by the time you made your way downstairs to see Regulus as the party guests began to arrive.
âYou look beautiful, mon coeur,â he had told you once you appeared in front of him. You were both too enamored with each other to notice the disapproving looks of the passing blood purist.
The dinner was only moderately uncomfortable- you spent most of your time talking to Pandora, Regulus, and Barty as they were on either side and across from you. You tried to ignore the talk around you of blood status politics.
Even after the dinner when the boys began drinking and you, Dorcas, and Pandora gathered yourselves in a secluded corner, you werenât exactly miserable yet. It wasnât Walburga pulled the attention of the crowd by tapping her wand to the side of a metal goblet that your stomach filled with actual dread.
âLadies and gentlemen, dearest friends, I would like to thank you for coming on this lovely night,â her voice echoed artificially throughout the entire house. âTonight we celebrate many things, friends and family among those, but most of all, we celebrate unity under the Dark Lord.â Dorcasâ hand instinctively grabbed your arm and you could feel Pandora tense next to you.
âWe should find Regulus,â the blonde whispered, discreetly scanning the room for the nearest exit. Walburga continued to ramble on about their mission and blood purity and the Dark Lord- you get the picture.
âI kindly ask all of you to make your way out to the courtyard for a holiday firework display,â Walburgaâs voice echoed. You watched Abraxas Malfoy clear his throat from beside her and she quickly shot him one of her deadly looks. âThe show was provided to us by the Malfoy family,â she said through gritted, pearl-white teeth.
You, Dorcas, and Pandora began to follow crowds towards the exits, stopping in a corridor just outside the entrance to the back courtyard where people were gathering.
âThis way,â Pandora whispered, you and Dorcas trusting her as she led you down a hallway. The grand, arched windows provided enough of a view of the party guests outside that you could look from afar as the light show began. You were distracted with trying to find Regulusâ unruly mop of hair to notice the fireworks until you heard Dorcas gasp. What you saw made your blood run cold.
A glowing dark mark appeared in the sky, the snake slithering out of the skullâs mouth and around the rest of it before bursting into thousands of little beads of light which quickly began to form new shapes.
âThey canât be,â Dorcas said, dumbfounded by the horrendous display in front of her. âNot this outright, not this open.â Being in Slytherin meant she was used to small displays of loyalty to Voldemort, but nothing like this. This was bold, even for the Black family.
âWe have to find Regulus,â you whispered, grabbing fistfuls of your dress and walking faster down the hall.
But you hadnât found Regulus, at least, not until after it was too late. Him, Evan, and Barty were sitting outside on the ground, drunk out of their minds, and laughing at the glowing images in the air. Images of horrible, blood supremacist acts being committed, images of Dumbledoreâs head on a stick, images of their beloved school being consumed by snakes coming directly out of the mouth of a dark mark. Reasonably, you knew they didnât know what they were laughing at. Their eyes probably couldnât even focus on what was right in front of them, let alone the lights a hundred feet up in the air.
But here you were in tears, at his house, at his familyâs party, scared for your actual life, and he was happy and drunk. He wasnât comforting you, he wasnât trying to help you leave for the Pottersâ through the floo network, he wasnât doing anything except looking at you with that dopey smile that made you fall for him.
To say you were angry was an understatement. You were heartbroken. You were betrayed. He promised heâd stay by your side the whole night, and then there you were- you and your two friends sneaking through a house full of people who openly wanted you dead. Dorcas and Pandora stayed in the guest room you had been sleeping in that night with you and made sure to lock the door behind them when you got there. You all had trouble falling asleep that night- the horrific images played off as a hopeful firework display still fresh in your mind. And now here you were, crying in your bed because the boy who you defended to your other friends, who you fell in love with, had let you down in such an extreme way.
âThereâs a fireplace in the kitchen we can use to go to Casâ house,â Pandora offered. âIâve used it before. Weâd have to walk past them, that's the only thing.â
You sat up fully, brushing your hair over one shoulder to get it off your neck. âLike you said, Cas, Iâll have to face him at some point.â
You marched through the house, your bag in hand, the portraits that you had done your best to ignore the day before shouting obscenities at you. You didnât think you could get any more upset, but when you entered the kitchen and Regulusâ face lit up, you could hardly stop your cheeks and neck from burning with- well, you werenât sure what. It couldâve been anger, shame, flattery, or even sadness. It was probably sadness, you decided.
âGood morning, mon c- hey, whatâre doing?â he stood up as you brushed past him, doing your best to avoid looking into his eyes. When his eyes fell to Pandora, she simply shook her head, silently telling him to let you leave. He didnât listen, of course, he was a Black after all.
âY/N, wait,â he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You whipped around immediately, pushing his hand off of you. âWha- whatâs wrong?â he asked, shocked at what seemed to him as a sudden change in your mood. You could barely control your emotions as you looked at him. You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, making your skin crawl.
âYou left me alone,â you muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. You mentally cursed yourself at the childish sounding complaint.
âWhat?â he asked, a confused smile playing on his lips. Oh, the once so serious Regulus Black, now thinking everything was some kind of joke. The smile made your face burn- this time you knew from embarrassment- and you turned around again, making your way over to the fire place. âY/N!â he said again, more sternly. âWhatâs going on?â
âYou left me alone in a house full of people who very vocally want me dead, thatâs whatâs going on,â you finally exploded. âYou left me to watch a firework display of people killing muggles, of people killing muggle-borns, of dark marks so you could party! I spent all night at a party all my friends told me not to go to- but I went anyway because you said it would be fun- listening to grown adults talk about wanting to wipe people like me off the face of the earth. And you werenât there.â
Regulus stood there, frozen. His memory of the night prior was foggy, but he wouldnât have done that, would he?
You scoffed at his silence and turned back around to the fireplace. You stepped in, taking a hand full of floo powder in your free hand.
âIâll see you at your house, Cas,â you said, looking over Regulusâ shoulder. You looked back at him, still in front of you, still frozen. âMerry fucking Christmas, Reg.â
You threw the floo powder.
#regulus black#regulus x reader#regulus black x reader#regulus black x muggleborn!reader#marauders#marauders era#house of black#death eaters#muggle born#marauders christmas#janie writes â§âËâ©ćœĄ
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â I Love My Selves
⎠Post-Standard Imposter AU ft. Your Self-Insert (or at least one of them)
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One second Teyvat was drooling for your death, the next you were the most beloved deity in the world.
Pretty hard to believe the latter given your first impression of this nightmare, one you'll never wake up from.
Said nightmare was constantly proclaiming it's love for you, right after trying to kill you . . . Yeah you've seen enough horror to know where this is going.
But all humans need to be loved.
You'll never turn to Teyvat for that, and nobody from Earth can fill in that role, nor will your trauma let you reassure yourself, so what do you do?
Practice self-love, but with extra steps.
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⥠đ Reader from Faraway, be on guard, Cults, Religious Themes, and Mentioned Execution, are features of these pages. â
⥠đ Do come and tell me if there are any other details I have failed to alert thee of . . . â
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The Crowning Of The True Creator, a seven-day-long festivity all of Teyvat was celebrating alongside the execution of the Imposter.
It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, one of prayer and salvation for Teyvat after daring to obey the Fake. One where you and your creations would forgive and forget, pushing aside the past and making way for a glorious future.
Or it was supposed to be.
Predictably, godsâor at least those human enoughânever forgive and never forget something as wretched as witch hunts and attempted lynching.
You know this better than anyone else.
And as if that wasn't enough you were declared The Creator, the creator of a universe coded and drawn by the hands of a corporation you had no part in.
And all of this because of some funky gold blood in your veins? Bah! It was all bullshit!
You were no imposter and you were no creator, but because of your flesh and blood, nooobody believe you.
So all you could do was smile and nod. Smile and nod to the every word of these cultists, your captors.
It was during one song speaking of your alleged Infinity Powerful Abilitiesâąïž that you couldn't help but wonder . . .
. . . that yeah, you have no powers, but what if you did? What's the harm in trying out?
During a heavenly break from the masses, in the privacy of your gilded cage, you poured all your focus into trying to create a special somebody. Somebody you did create.
And create you did.
There they were in front of you, your self-insert, made from your personality and your desires. Somebody you lived through.
And the best part is that they understood you, were bearable (maybe even better!), and you freaking enjoyed their presence, flaws be damned (or even welcomed)! even those you hated in yourself and everyone else
For the rest of the week you two were glued to the hip, conversing with one another and doing as you wished. Never mind the cultists you had to please and expectations to meet! You had a friend to be besties with!
For your Self-Insert it was a realizationâto say the leastâthat they didn't exist before you brought them here. Their memories and stories, their world, those they knew, everything was just fiction you dreamt up. Once upon a time they weren't real!
But they were real now, and your the reason why.
And you were somebody who lovingly made them, lived the unreal reality alongisde them. Someone who handpicked each part of their every being and loved the gestalt for what it was.
Not the forgone past. Not the potential future. The current now.
You poured your soul into them, brought to them to lifeâ
"âand the universe said 'I love you because you are love.'" Recited your creation to whoever it was they humored.
'And so too was the universe loved' they'd think to themselves, but Teyvat purged that certainty from you. Nevermind the past. Just as you had, they would lend the same love given to them. Love you held for them, and thus yourself. After all . . .
Those stupid Allogenes may have been your characters to play with once upon a time, but they were your real Vessel, one whose very being was a part of you, and nothing could change that . . .
Your self-proclaimed Acolytes would watch with envy. Was it shameful to hold such a grudge towards something tailormade, so trusted, so perfect for such a purpose?!?! Yes. Yes it was.
But how are the creations of a forgotten body ever to compare to an art piece, that of the current self?
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Comment below any "[they] would not fucking say [or do] that" moments you experienced while reading this one lol
A break away from my own Imposter AU.
Reader assumes that since they didn't actually participate in making Genshin Impact, only seemed to have Gold blood to make them stand out, and zero memories of any past life, that they weren't really special, just unlucky enough to be the product of the cult's obsessions but that wasn't the case lol.
So yeah, since you're stuck here, might as well make the most of it and see if you truly have powers to make and break
You have the power indeed! You use it to make your Self-Insert real and break the hearts of Teyvat once again!
Why have a cult that tried to kill you when you can have your Self-Insert with you instead?
You're SI's thoughts on you? obvs they have some love for you, but what kind of love that is, is up to you.
Also you consider your SI your only creation lmao
Anyways worldbuilding
The Crowning is an event every nation spends seven days celebrating, and The Creator attends the main event in a different nation each day. So for example, Day 1: Mondstadt, Day 2: Liyue, etc., etc..
Lots of fighting on what order the Creator's visits would go in. It's whatever you imagine.
For the most part Teyvat pray, sacrifices and gives offers to the Creator. Partakes in purification rituals to be cleansed of sin (cuz of the Imposter Hunt and Imposter being deemed the Creator) and spends the rest of the day celebrating the Creator's descent.
But the day the Creator is in the nation? It's all jubilation and sky-high celebration. That's when the celebration of the Nation peaks and everyone is trying to at least get a glance of the Creator. The next day they presume as scheduled afterwards.
Once reader's Self-Insert comes into being and is brought into public eye, word spreads fast, especially to the next nations the duo is to visit.
Opinions are split.
Because during the event, the Creator has personally created a being, somebody who takes up all their attention, giving less attention than before to their worshippers, favoring them just like that.
The nations before this are glad to have more acknowledgement from the Creator than the nations yet to be visited due to the SI's abscence.
Others are estatic that the Creator's newest creation is going to bless the nation with their pressence, and revere the Creation almost as much as The Creator. Others are salty that the Creator made their Creation after leaving their nation.
Some don't complain about the Creator's Creation. For one, Teyvat irreversibly hurt the Creator, and it makes sense for them to turn to another Creation they could actually trust. The favoritism was inevitable.
Or maybe they think something else.
#â my creations#â I Love My Selves#gicau#genshin impact cult au#reader insert#gender neutral reader#genshin imposter au#tw cults#tw religious themes#tw mentioned execution#tw obsessive behavior#sagau#DAMN YOU GUYS RLY LIKE THIS ONE /POS
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Prima Vista Part I
Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.7k Warnings: dubious consent (because of alcohol), just copious amounts of sex, oral, squirting, 69ing, college shenanigans, obnoxious frat boys, terrible fashion choices A/N: At long last, here we have the beginning. Massive thanks to @pleasantanathema and @whats-her-quirkâ who have been cheering for me since I told them I wanted to right a âlittle college AUâ for a âlittle collabâ June and I have been planning for a while. Also, I donât know where Iâd be without Laurenâs fraternity knowledge, so extra thanks for that, babe. I hope everyone has as much fun with this fic as I did.
God, you hate frat boys.Â
Their sense of entitlement, all their fucking house pride. Brother this, brother that. It's annoying. Add in the factors of being an athlete on top of it, and they're downright insufferable.Â
So it makes absolutely no sense that you're at a fucking Pi Kappa Alpha party.Â
Your friend, Hitch, dragged you here (naturally), and it wasn't like you could really object considering she's the only real friend you have on campus. You study together and switch off between dorms to watch movies and bitch about classes. She's the complete opposite of you in many different ways, but you soul-bonded over biology and that was that.Â
Unfortunately, Hitch decided she would leave you to your own devices almost immediately, opting to skip over to a game of beer pong and flirt with a boy in her statistics class. You have no idea why considering he has a fucking bowl cut, but she's been talking about him for weeks now.Â
The party is filled with loud music and too many people with red solo cups. There's no way they're all of age, so you're already paranoid that the cops are gonna raid the place, but there's nothing you can do besides leave. It's a tempting thought.Â
Before you can, though, there's an uproar in the kitchen, and curiosity gets the best of you. Moving from your place against the wall, you make your way over to peek in and see what's going on. A large group of frat boys, what you think are sorority girls, and whoever else wants to join are raising their cups to cheer. An especially loud voice rings out above the rest, "One win down, eleven more to go!"Â
Claps and supportive shouts are nearly deafening.Â
"I think we can do it! Do you think we can do it?"Â
More cheers, more hollers.Â
"Let's hear it for UC lacrosse!"Â
You have to cover your ears this time. Should have known this party was to celebrate the win earlier that day.Â
When the crowd parts, you see the ringleader, Erwin Smith who is very well-known on campus for three reasons: he will talk your ear off about history if given the chance, he's irritatingly gorgeous, and he will fuck any pretty girl with a pulse.Â
Againâyou fucking hate frat boys.Â
To ease your bad mood and possibly encourage you to have some semblance of a good time, you shuffle further into the kitchen to grab a drink. You feel a little exposed, not dressed like many of the other girls who are either in rompers or the classic sorority chick outfit (giant college shirts that cover their shorts). You are in a crop top, torn shorts, and a floral cardigan. Not your best outfit, not your worst.Â
There's no way you're touching any of the pre-poured cups or the jungle juice, opting for an unopened can of mediocre beer.Â
You feel someone approach you from behind, glance over your shoulder to see nothing but a broad chest covered by a fucking hawaiian shirt.Â
Craning your neck, you're met with another familiar face, one Mike Zacharias known as 1) Erwin's best friend, 2) one of the tallest guys on campus, and 3) the best lacrosse player on the team.Â
You haven't spoken a single word to him but that doesn't stop him from grinning at you, flipping shaggy hair from his face, and chanting a low, "Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun!"Â
"Are you god damn joking me?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.Â
"Hell no!"Â
"I have shotgunned a beer literally once in my life, and at least half of it ended up on my shirt."
"That's alright," Mike's smile shrinks to a smirk. "We're all about getting chicks wet in Pike."Â
Face falling, you scoff, "Yeah, okay, I'm leaving."Â
You sidestep him, cracking open the beer, but he follows close behind you. It makes a little bit of fear spike in your gutâeveryone knows the horror stories that accompany many fraternitiesâbut you're mostly just annoyed.Â
"Hey, what's your name again?"
Again. As if you've actually formally met before.
"Why do you care?"Â
Mike does not hesitate when he answers, "'Cause you look like you're having a shit time here, and I'd like to change that."
You roll your eyes, let your head loll over your shoulder to look at him again. If you're being honest with yourself, he's kind of extremely hot with his undercut and flippy hair, not to mention the stubble that's grown out just enough to make you think thoughts for a split second. Â
"A noble cause," you quip. "Truly."Â
He chuckles, watching too closely as you take a sip of your beer.Â
"So? Name?"
After too big of a swallow, you answer him, and light green eyes brighten a little.Â
"Oh, you're Hitch's friend, right?"Â
Of course that would be your only identifier on campus. Hitch is insanely pretty and very outgoing. It makes sense that people just know you as her tag-along.Â
It doesn't stop you from feeling slightly offended, though.Â
"Yeah, and you're Erwin's friend, right?"Â
"Among other things," he snorts. "Mike Zacharias." He holds out a massive hand that you eye before taking, figure you shouldn't be too much of a bitch and make a bad impression on the most highly regarded frat at the college. Â
"I know who you are, dude. Not many people don't."
"Aw, flatterer."Â
That grin is back on his face, lopsided and far too charming, and you definitely need to get away from him before you down a couple more beers.Â
"Freshman?" He pries, and somehow you wind up at the staircase, leaning against the wall and praying he'll just stand beside you instead of caging you in.Â
He does, and you let out a breath of relief.Â
"Sophomore."
His eyebrows shoot up for a second. "Fuck, you've made it through a whole year flying under my radar?"Â
You give him a wholly unimpressed look. "Wow, you really know what to say to a girl, don't you?"Â
"That came off as shitty, sorry. I just mean, like, you're super cute. Feel like I would have committed you to memory if I'd seen you."
Your face heats up probably more than it ever has in your life, but you still snap, "We haven't had a single class together, I never go to your games, and this is the first Pike party I've been to."
Mike nods. "Ah, that explains it. Just haven't given anyone a chance to notice you."Â
"Sure, let's go with that."
Another several sips. You hiss at the taste, and Mike laughs.Â
"Can't handle beer?"
"Can't handle shitty beer."
"Ouch. Want me to grab you something else?"
He really doesn't seem to understand the warnings all girls have heard over the years. That, or he just doesn't care. You don't know him well enough to pass that kind of judgement.
"Uh, no. I always make my own drinks at parties."
"That's understandable." Except it isn't. He doesn't have a clue.Â
"Well, you can go grab one, and I'll just finish this one for you. Don't want it to go to waste."
It's your turn to smirk now. "That desperate to swap spit, Zacharias?"Â
"Like this?" He laughs through his nose. "Nah. But I can think of other ways."
"We've been talking for literally two minutes."
"I'm perfectly capable of making decisions in two minutes."
"Not any good ones obviously."
Tilting his head, Mike thinks out loud, "Can't tell if that's an insult aimed at me or yourself."Â
"Take it however you want. I don't really care."
His eyes glint with amusement. There's no way you're escaping this any time soon.Â
Long, thick fingers close around the top of your can, and he gently tugs it out of your hand then keeps those eyes locked with yours as he takes a sip.Â
"Gross." You try to keep the teasing tone from your voice.Â
"Just go get another drink."
You actually listen, mostly to get away from him but also because you could go for something easier to stomach.Â
A game of King's Cup is going on in the kitchen, a five obviously being drawn because everyone suddenly pantomimes holding a steering wheel. It's surprisingly fun to watch, so you post up next to the counter after mixing orange and pineapple juice with rum.Â
"Four's whores!"
"Categories! Different beers!"
"Seven heaven!"Â
"Ayyy, waterfall!"Â
You shake your head as everyone drinks for way too long. Some people are already swaying in circles where they're sitting. Others are simply red-faced.Â
"Wanna play?"
"Jesus! You came outta nowhere."
Mike looks too smug for your liking, but doesn't say anything, just crushes the empty can in his hand and throws it into the trashcan next to the back door, all gooseneck and perfect arch.Â
"Let me guessâyou're reigning champ at beer pong."
"Nah," he waves you off. "That's Erwin and Nile. King's Cup howeverâŠ"
"King's Cup isn't even a competition. It's just flipping cards and getting fucked up."Â
"Well, yeah, but it's still fun."
You let out a heavy sigh, eyes still trained on the game going on, then concede, "Once this one is over, I'll play. Just to get you off my back." And because he won't have the chance to talk to you for the duration of the game.Â
"Excellent."
You manage to finish your drink by the time the round ends, have to rush to make another as Mike strides over to the table and steals the two seats that have been vacated. They're right across from each other. You don't know if you'd prefer that or just sitting next to him so he can't stare at you.
Sauntering over, you plop down and place your drink in front of you. The guy to your right is quick to introduce himself with hooded eyes and a self-assured smile. You give him basically the same treatment that you've been giving Mike, making him pout and turn away as a freckled girl deals out the cards.Â
It's fast paced, and you find yourself drinking more than you'd planned. Mike picks you as his buddy (of course), and the guy next to you makes everyone drink for nearly thirty seconds straight when he pulls an ace.Â
Still, you find yourself laughing as people scream and curse. You catch eyes with Mike often, and as you finish your second drink, he begins looking very attractive. More attractive than before. So attractive that you allow him to pour your third cup.Â
"If you roofied this, I'm gonna be real upset with you," you tell him just before taking a sip. He added more rum than you did, but that doesn't surprise you.Â
"Hey, one of Pike's virtues is being a gentleman."
As soon as he says it, about seven people around the table shout, "Pi Kappa Alpha!" like some kind of sports team, and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts.Â
You're drunk after this game. And, then you make another drink and get plastered. Meandering around the rest of the party, bodies begin to blur together, the music fades in and out, and you barely know what you're saying to Mike anymore as he follows you close behind in the same state. For every drink you've had, he's had two, and now he's walking around with a cup full of jungle juice nodding at his brothers, smiling at all the girls who look at him.
His room is downstairs unlike most of the others, right at the end of the hallway. It makes it far too easy to end up inside, but as soon as the door closes and his huge hands find your hips, your world disappears entirely.Â
*
The first thing you feel when you wake up is a nauseating pounding in your head. The second is a very large body behind you.Â
God dammit, you think, trying to recall the events of the night before.Â
Pi Kappa Alpha. Hitch left you, so you hung out with⊠Mike Zacharias? From the lacrosse team?Â
Frowning, you try to look over your shoulder, but all you can really see is a head of hair. However, you can feel the coarseness of his beard against your bare shoulder, and that's enough to solidify that it is indeed Mike behind you.Â
Shifting some brings more of your physical state to your attentionâyour naked chest under the blanket, the way your legs are pressed together, your pussy between your thighs⊠swollen? Jesus, what did he do to you last night? You can also feel something dry and crusty on your stomach which is both disgusting and relieving. At least he had enough sense to pull out.Â
Luckily, his arm isn't wrapped around you which makes it much easier to sit up on your elbow. It takes you a while to locate your clothes around the room from where you are, and even then, all you can find are your shorts, shoes, and bra. You peer around, trying not to groan at the headache threatening to make you black the fuck out all over again, but that pounding as well as the nauseating churning of your stomach is making it difficult.Â
You slide out of the bed, basically crawling to the little pile of discarded clothes. As you fumble with fastening your bra, you glance around one more time in search of your shirt and cardigan, but itâs no use. What you do see, however, is the obnoxious Hawaiian shirt Mike had been wearing the night before, and well⊠Youâd rather not leave the Pike house topless, soâŠ
Snatching it off the floor, you slip your arms through the giant sleeves and somehow manage to button up about half of it. Then, youâre flying out the door, desperate to be in your own dorm, curled over your own toilet, in your own clothes.Â
Oh, thank god his room wasnât upstairs, you praise, trying to remember the way to the front door. There are numerous bodies and tipped over cups to navigate through, and you cringe at the various odors that assault your senses.Â
You see the door from across the room, so close and getting closer as you try not to trip over anything, but as you pass the kitchen, you hear a smooth, familiar voice greet, âGood morning,â in a smug way.Â
Erwin is leaning against a counter, smirking over a steaming cup of coffee. Heâs wearing only sweatpants, his hair is a little mussed, and for a split second, you understand why he pulls so many girls.Â
Still, you roll your eyes and continue movingâa classic DNE situation, but the frat boy doesnât seem to get the message, instead calling out, âNice shirt!â
âFuck off, Smith,â is the only thing you utter before leaving, slamming the door behind you.Â
*
Mike easily catches the frisbee that spins directly at his face then quickly throws it back to try and catch Nile off guard. It works, and the brunet curses and has to go running after the flying disc.Â
A few girls watching from the nearby fountain clap and yell his name, wriggling fingers in a wave as if he can actually see that far away. Mike gives one wave of his own hand then turns back to the grass where Nile is jogging back to his place.
âYou did that on purpose, you asshole!â He spits.
Mike shrugs his shoulders, yells back, âGet better at frisbee, and you wonât have this problem!â
Nile throws the plastic so hard that it flies off toward the fountain, making all those girls scream and dive for cover.Â
âYeah, Iâm not getting that,â Mike shakes his head. Nile drags his fingers down his angular face before setting off on yet another trek, apologizing profusely then standing around to flirt like usual.
Blowing hair out of his face, Mike considers joining his brother, but before he can, he sees a familiar figure turning on the sidewalk, about to pass the fountain and head toward Hartley Hall.Â
His feet are moving before he really registers it, glad his long legs can carry him quickly even at a walk. Mike calls out when heâs a couple yards away, and you turn to him, eyes growing wide before you start to move faster.Â
He can just barely make out the words, âNope. Not doing this,â and chuckles, catching up the rest of the way.
âHey, chill, I just wanna talk.â
You turn to look at him, head tilted up, squinting against the sun, and Mike has never been more thankful for his height because you look so god damn cute all small and irritated with him.Â
âWhat is there to talk about? I donât even remember anything.â
âYeah, neither do I,â he says, lacing fingers together behind his head. âShame.â
âWhatever.â
Mike tries and fails to hide a snort, nods at Nile as you both pass him and the gaggle of girls surrounding him. Mike has no doubt his friend will get at least one phone number out of it, if not all of them.Â
âDid you at least have a good time before you blacked out?â He ventures.
You shrug your shoulders, hitch your backpack up a little higher. âMaybe. But, if I was just around you the whole time, probably not.â
âAw, come on! What did I ever do to you?â
âYou need a list?â
Mike nods. âWould probably help.â
âFor brevity's sake, Iâll just say that you started the night trying to get a literal stranger to shotgun a beer and ended the night fucking said stranger and⊠Not holding back, apparently.â Mike frowns, about to ask what you mean by that, but you elaborate before he can. Voice dropping, you question, âDo you have any idea how fucking sore Iâve been for the last few days? What the fuck do you even have hidden in those stupid shorts?â
âIâd be happy to show you again.â He grins sideways, and when you shoot him a venomous look, he figures itâs time to change the subject. âAnyway, I may have done that and more, but youâre the thief.â
âExcuse me?â
Mike tries to sound nonchalant as he accuses, âStole my shirt and everything." Honestly, he's a little upset that he didnât actually get to see you wearing it.Â
âIââ
âThatâs my favorite shirt, you know?â
You laugh. Finally. âAre you serious?â
âAbsolutely.â
âThat shirt is fucking heinous, okay? Youâre lucky I didnât burn it.â
âDoes that mean I can have it back?â
You make a little noise in your throat, something between a grumble and a growl, but you check your phone and tell him, âFine. My next class isnât for another couple of hours, so justâŠFollow me.â
It takes immense effort to not skip to your dorm like a little kid, but Mike is excited. Heâs not gonna try anything weird, but just seeing your space? Heâll be able to get a better feel for you. So far, all he knows is that you live and breathe sarcasm and canât handle your liquor well. Itâs enough to get him a little more than interested, but itâs not enough to go off of.
The two of you gain a few looks as you make your way through the shared study space of the dormitory, heads turning, eyebrows raising in recognition. No one should be all that surprised; itâs not like Mike and Erwin havenât frequented a lot of these rooms.Â
You lead him down a hallway, and Mike looks at all the little dry-erase intro boards hanging outside of every door. Heâs a little surprised to see that the one by yours isnât blank. Your name is written in bubble letters, surrounded by little hearts, and when you catch him looking at it, youâre quick to tell him, âHitch.â
âAh. Of course.â
He follows you inside, staying by the door to not invade too much of your space, but he doesnât even try to be subtle as he looks around the small room. Pennant for the college hung up over a cork bulletin board thatâs a mess of photos and sticky notes. Cluttered desk with just enough of it cleared to fit a laptop. Tiny succulents on the window sill. Double bed covered in a quilt. And there, in the open closet, Mike catches sight of his shirtâpastel pink and littered with palm trees.Â
After dropping your backpack on your bed, you step over to the hanging clothes and grab it, muttering, âRidiculous,â as you hand it over.
Mike laughs as he slings it over his shoulder. âYou know whatâll make you hate it even more?â You quirk an eyebrow, probably doubting that anything could, but your entire face falls when he informs you, âI have matching shorts to go with it.â
âNo you do not.â
âDefinitely do.â
âThat should be a crime. You should be arrested.â
He chuckles, has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but something catches his eyeâa bookshelf tucked away in the corner by your bed overflowing with novels and knick-knacks. Mike sees a particularly thick paperback, recognizing the black background and small desert picture on the spine.
âBro!â He walks over, plants a hand in the middle of your mattress, and reaches for it. âIs this fucking Dune?â
âUh, yeah?â
âThis is, like, my favorite book, dude.â
âSeriously?â You sound just as disbelieving as you do disinterested.Â
Mike begins flipping through it, scanning over highlighted passages as he nods. âI have the whole series back home, but I only brought this one and Messiah with me to college.â
He straightens up but keeps a knee on the edge of the bed, and you plop down to sit on it, watching him closely as he continues to look over the notes scribbled in the margins.Â
âI had to read it in high school," you tell him. "Then my cousin gave me a lot of the books after I talked with him about it one time. I havenât gotten around to reading them, though.â
âYou really should,â Mike urges. âI mean, I know you probably have a shit ton of reading for classes, but if you ever get the chance, you should at least read the next two.â
âYou some kind of closet nerd, Zacharias?â
âKinda,â he admits, putting the book back on the shelf only to grab a worn copy of Fellowship of the Ring. âI mean, Erwin and a few others are well aware, but I donât really broadcast it.â
âNot good for the cool guy image?âÂ
âNah, people are just more interested in other things,â he mumbles, eyes fixed on the tiny print.
âMike Zacharias,â his gaze flicks to you as you laugh quietly. âLacrosse god and big fucking geek.â
He closes the book and uses it to lightly hit you on the top of the head with it. You half-heartedly smack him right in his abs only to push against the muscle harder and ask, âJesus Christ, what do you have under there?â
âYou know, thatâs the second time youâve asked what I have under my clothes,â he points out, a little too satisfied. âBetter watch out, or Iâm gonna start getting ideas.â
You huff, but your hand is definitely still on his stomach, unmoving but warm through his shirt. Mike told himself he wouldnât do anything weird once he got here, but youâre already on the bed and touching him, and heâd kind of really like to have this particular experience while sober, so he very slowly takes your wrist and moves it away.Â
It makes you look up at him, a question dancing in your eyes as your lips part. Mike makes sure his own stare conveys everything heâs thinking, wishes he could just transplant his thoughts into your brain so that he can put you a little more at ease around him.Â
Youâre onto him, though, tugging your hand from his grip and blinking a few times. He figures youâre about to point to the door and tell him to take his fucking Hawaiian shirt and leave.Â
Instead, you pull on the fabric covering his ribs so that he loses his balance and has to catch himself before crashing into you. It puts his face level with yours, and you take the opportunity to kiss himâhard, desperate, and a little confused judging by the way youâre frowning.Â
Mike grunts, holding himself up with the arm on the side of your hips then uses the other to slide under the thigh closest to him and pull you further onto the bed. Heâs straddling you in no time, up on his knees so that he doesnât crush you.Â
Hearing the sound of shoes hitting the ground, he tugs his shirt off over his head, and then heâs curling over you again. Your mouths grow slick with spit. He slides his tongue past your lips, and you arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair. Mike pushes you back down so that he can strip you down to your bra and panties then takes the time to rid himself of his shoes and shorts.
âOh, fuck,â he hears you breathe, and when he glances up at you, he finds you staring at what he knows is an intimidatingly large bulge under his boxer briefs. âIt makes sense nowâthe soreness.â
Mike chuckles, slots his forearms on either side of your head and mutters, âYeah, sorry about that.â
You lick his lips and he bites yours, bodies clashing together as he grinds himself against your covered pussy. Eventually Mike is able to snake a hand down your body, making sure to brush over your ribs so that you squirm beneath him. Fuck, he already loves the way you squirm. And, when he moves your panties to the side and teases your little hole, already wet just from making out, Mike discovers that he loves the way you moan too.Â
Heâs slow as he pushes a finger in, groaning when you clench around it. Pumping it in and out, he gently works you open and wonders if he was courteous enough to do this the other night. He hopes he was.Â
You spread your legs for him, start bucking into his hand, especially when he hits that special spot inside you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuââ You grab his face, bringing it close to yours again so that you can muffle curses against his lips.Â
When Mike adds a second finger, your jaw drops, and you start to tremble.Â
âToo much?â He asks.
You shake your head, stutter a breathy, âN-no. Justâahâslow. Go slow.â
He moves to suck on your neck, promising, âI will.â
Mike waits until youâre dripping into his palm and spread about as widely as you can be underneath him. Then, and only then does he shimmy out of his underwear and question, âCondom?â
âBookshelf,â you huff. âIn the jewelry box.â
When he opens it, a little ballerina spins, and Mike has to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. âThatâs twisted.â
âShut up.â
He grabs one of the gold packages and tears it open, then rolls the latex over his cock and discards the wrapper somewhere.Â
Mike only gives you his tip first, sits right inside your entrance so that you can squeeze him and get used to the feeling before he pushes in any more. You barely shift your hips back and forth, like an experiment. Itâs just enough for Mike to see slick coating the end of the condom, and he nearly starts drooling.
He presses in a little more, appreciates the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, then adds one more inch.
âJesus Christ.â Your breaths are coming in short gasps, words slurring together. Heâs not even halfway in, and youâre already fucked out.Â
Your cunt is spasming around him, and Mike tries to get you to relax more by lightly rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb.Â
You leak around him, pussy slowly but surely opening up a little more so that he can slide in further. He gives a few shallow thrusts that make you whine, then reaches up to grab one of your pillows which only sends him deeper.Â
âGod damââ
Mike lifts you and shoves the pillow under your hips, smiles in a way heâs pretty sure you hate, then jokes, âBetter to fuck you with, my dear.â
âIn...sufferableâŠâ The annoyed tone is lost when you cry out. Mike buries himself as far as he can without hurting you. He isnât quite balls deep, but you feel so fucking good that he doesnât even mind.Â
Starting a steady rhythm that has every upthrust dragging over your g-spot, Mike watches through foggy eyes as your mouth opens and closes, chest rising with stuttering breaths before you exhale and moan. He dips his thumb between your folds to gather a little bit of slick and return it to your clit. The circular motion makes you arch again, and Mike abandons the little bud for just a moment so that he can unclasp your bra and pull it off. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with his thrusts almost does him in, but he holds back, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to gather himself.
Youâre just clamping around him so perfectly, pussy drooling and creaming on his cock, and Mike is not a quickshot, but for youâ
He pulls out all at once, flips you so that youâre on hands and knees, then spreads you open to lick into you from behind.Â
âHolyââÂ
Mikeâs cock is throbbing where it bobs against his stomach, but he can ignore it for the most part, focused on eating you out, sucking at your messy lips then dragging the flat of his tongue over your hole. He moves his face back and forth, wants to leave his mark on you in the form of stubble burn between your legs.Â
âMike, Mike, fuck, please.â
Heâs positive you canât actually hear him when he teases, âPlease what?â right into the crevice of your ass.Â
You growl, push against him, and swallow enough pride to beg, âPlease fuck me.â
Biting his lip, Mike straightens up enough to watch his fingers disappear into your pussy. One, two, then a third that makes your messy entrance stretch for him. He lowers his face again, feather light licks around your sensitive hole, and when he twists his wrist so that he can tap on your spot, you come immediately.Â
A mixture of slick and squirt drips from your cunt and soaks into your quilt. Mike pushes more out as he continues to finger fuck you, humming at the way your arms give out and you fall against the mattress.Â
This is the perfect position for him. He replaces his wet fingers with his cock and ruts into you quickly, chasing after his own impending orgasm. Pretty little whimpers fall from your lips, fuck drunk as you babble, âOh, god, Mike, Mike, fuckâŠâ
Heâs gripping your hips too tightly, pulling you back against him, shoving his cock deeper and deeper until he finally comes with a shudder and a low groan.Â
Mike pants for a few seconds, then leans down to press a few kisses to your spine, but instead of the usual happy sighs he gets from most girls, you just roll your shoulders and mutter, âStop that.â
He does, then pulls out, takes a second to stare at your pussyâworked open from his size and still dripping. It would make a very pretty picture, but Mike wouldnât dare try that with you.Â
You roll onto your back, a huff of air leaving your lungs as you scrub a hand over your face then tilt your head to him. It looks like you have something to say, but you just chew on your bottom lip, eyes moving from Mike to the door.
And, he can take a hint. You donât have to say it.Â
With a self-deprecating snort, he pulls the condom off, tying it then tossing it into the trashcan by your bed.Â
âYeah, okay,â he nods. âLet me justâŠâ Mike tugs his clothes back on, kindly tosses you your top so that you can cover yourself like you obviously want to.Â
He makes sure to grab the Hawaiian shirt that brought him here in the first place, tossing it over his shoulder then striding to the door.Â
Chancing one more glance at you, you force a smile and try to pad his bruised ego. âDonât worry, it was good. You were good. Itâs just not gonna happen again.â
Mike fights a smirk, raises a hand in a wave, then steps out.
Not gonna happen again, he chuckles to himself. Yeah, right.
*
You don't understand how this keeps happening, how you keep ending up in bed with Mike fucking Zacharias.Â
This time you had gone to the disgusting bar right off campus, got one whole drink in your system before the familiar trio walked in. They were all in khakis and pastelsâErwin in blue, Nile in yellow, Mike in pink. Again.Â
You actually slammed your head down on the bartop because despite how basic he looked in his light polo, Mike was still hot.Â
Is still hot.Â
Back at the Pi Kappa Alpha house, you're a mess of limbs on his bed. You take immense pleasure in tugging his shirt off, and once his arms are free again, he's lifting the hem of your little skirt and mouthing over your thong.Â
You're more than tipsy after a couple more drinks but nowhere near as drunk as you were the first night. It hadn't taken much convincing from Erwin for you and Hitch to play pool with them, and when Mike had come up behind you to help you line up your shot, you knew you were a goner.Â
While he's busy between your legs, you take off your shirt and bra. Green eyes flick up as soon as you toss both articles on to the floor, and without any hesitation, Mike reaches up to grope your tits.Â
He's clumsy and distracted as he tongues over the warmth pooling in your underwear, squeezing plump flesh and pinching your nipple so that you whine and push your hips further into his face.Â
Mike groans, just as drunk if not more so. He's messy as he kisses your thighs, nearly rips your thong when he pulls it off of you.Â
His tongue feels good, too fucking good as he laves over your entrance, soothing an ache that isn't quite there anymore but definitely was a few days ago.Â
"Taste so fucking good," he grumbles, slurping and sucking and making you squeeze your thighs around his head.Â
"Okay," you pant. "Okay, okay." You grab him by the hair and lift his head from you, stomach flipping at the sight of the bottom half of his face absolutely covered in slick.Â
God dammit, why is he so sexy?Â
Your mouth waters, and the thought of possibly giving him head this time crosses your mind. You're just inebriated enough to stay relaxed, didn't drink to the point of throwing up, and he has gone down on you the last two times so...Â
Lizard brain taking over, you sit up, tell him to flip over, then start making your way down his body.Â
Mike grabs you before you can turn to face him, fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you down to sit on his face.Â
"FuckingâI'm trying to blow you, for Christ's sake."
He moves his head just enough to tell you, "So? You can do that while I do this."
And, he's not wrong. It just means that you're gonna get distracted.Â
For a while, all you can really do is control your breathing and undulate on top of him, but eventually you fall to your elbows and lick up his shaft from base to tip.Â
Mike really does have a nice cockâa beautiful cockâbigger than you've ever taken in terms of both length and girth, and veiny in the perfect way. Even his balls make your pussy throb, large and round, the right just slightly bigger than the left and now dripping with saliva as you lower your mouth further and further onto his cock.Â
The feeling of his tongue buried in your cunt is making you delirious, eyes rolling, muscles going slack as you gurgle around the tip hitting the back of your throat.Â
Mike groans into you, his legs starting to shake, and you assume in your half aware state that he's trying to not just skull fuck you into oblivion.Â
You know you're making a mess, both on his face and on his cock. The fingertips that have been holding you open shift, one of them slipping into your clenching hole, and your hips begin to move on their own volition, riding what he'll give you while moving your tongue back and forth.Â
You've only taken about half of him, doubt you can take any more. He's hot and heavy in your mouth, and when you pull off to breathe, you can taste pre cum on the back of your tongue.Â
It triggers something in you, makes you raise up and clumsily turn around so that you can work him inside of you.Â
Mike groans a long, "Fuuuck," and immediately starts thrusting upward.Â
You're lucky you're as wet as you are, but the burn that comes with getting so stretched out still makes you hiss. You brace yourself on his broad chest, feeling the dampness of sweat forming a sheen on him, and your own body starts to feel too hot.Â
You had wanted to ride him to feel in control of the situation for once, but you quickly realize it's not gonna happen, Mike gripping your hips and moving you how he sees fit.Â
He's raw this time, a thought that should scare you, but he feels so good even through the discomfort. Every vein and ridge hits all the sweet spots inside of you, the flared head of his cock smooth as it presses just where you need it to.Â
You're squirting againâhe just seems to be able to fuck it out of you. It's not the high you're looking for, but the release in pressure still feels divine.Â
Mike seems to enjoy it too because he looks down at where you're connected, swears at the way you gush on his cock, then starts swiping fingers over your clit so quickly it almost hurts.Â
More fluid leaks from you, and Mike breathes a low, "Come on, baby, come on, 'm gonna fuck you dry tonight."Â
Hearing him talk like thatâhis hand rubbing over your overstimulated clit, his thick cock threatening to split you in twoâcauses heat to travel up your legs and down your arms until it settles in your stomach and floods you.Â
You cry out, stars and tears behind your eyes as Mike keeps going, taking everything he can from you until he's laying in a huge wet spot in his bed.Â
He lifts you just in time to shoot cum upward on your chest, white splattering then dripping down in strands to pool on his stomach.Â
You stare down at him, mouth hanging open and find him looking up at you with the same expression.Â
It's hands down the best sex you've ever had, but you're not about to tell him that. Instead, you dismount him like the fucking horse he is and stand on weak legs, actually have to lean on the bed for support.Â
"Just stay the night." His voice is deep and full of gravel. It's entirely too hot.Â
"Absolutely not." You shake your head, grab your shirt and his boxers then ask, "Where's the nearest bathroom?"Â
"Down the hall on the right, but you don't have to sneak out the window or anything. Just use the front door if you're tryinâ to run away."
You can't help but snort. Stupid. "I'm not trying to escape, dummy. I just need to pee."Â
"Oh. Right."
You slip out of the room, hoping it's late enough for everyone to be asleep, but you have no such luck as the door to the bathroom opens and fucking Erwin steps out.Â
He hums, looking you over for a moment as his lips lift on one side.Â
"Don't say anything," you grit through your teeth.Â
He holds his hands up in surrender, chuckles, acting all innocent. "Wasn't going to."
You squint, not believing him for a second, then move around him to get to the bathroom. Before you can shut the door, you hear him mutter, "Another one bites the dust," and consider running out and strangling him.
*
"Please please please come with me to this game," Hitch begs, her hands clasped together, imploring eyes wide and doe-like.Â
"No. You have plenty of other friends to go with. You don't need me there."
"But, I want you to be there. It's gonna be such a good match. Rival schools and all that."
You roll your eyes. "Hitch, in all the time you've known me, have you ever seen me give a single fuck about sports?"Â
"No, but you'll finally get to see Mike and Erwin and Nile play."
"All the more reason not to go."
"Do you not like them or something? Why wouldn't you like them? Everybody likes them!"Â
She doesn't know, and you don't want her to. She had been too caught up with that Marlowe kid at the party, then was kept busy playing pool with Nile to see you and Mike slip out of the bar together.Â
It's the only secret you've ever wanted to keep from her. You will take it to the grave.Â
"I just⊠I just don't, okay? I get a⊠Sleazy vibe from all of them."
You really don't. Not exactly. You're not a big fan of the 'fuck-every-chick-on-capus' mentality, but most college boys think like that. Only difference is these three can actually achieve it.Â
Hitch crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a look you've seen on your mother's face many times, usually when she has a point to prove.Â
"You know I'm just gonna keep bothering you until you come to one, so why not just get it outta the way?"Â
And, there's that point.Â
"Ugh." You know she's right, and you really can't put up with this all semester. "Fine, but I'm gonna bitch the entire time."
Hitch squeals and claps, bouncing where she stands. "Yes! Wouldn't have it any other way."
You dress in school colors, put your hair up so that it won't be on your neck as the sun beats down, then take Hitch's little hatchback to the field. You try to talk her into sitting toward the back of the crowd that's gathered on the bleachers, but she just pulls you to the front without acknowledging your request.Â
Even with the helmets, you can easily make out who's who, mostly because of their size. Mike and Erwin are doing some kind of pregame ritual where they hit their sticks together, shout something, and chest bump. It's the most alpha thing you've ever fucking seen and makes you question why you ever thought screwing one of them was a good idea.Â
To be fair, you never really did think it was a good idea. It just kind of happened. Three times.Â
But, it needs to stop.Â
You repeat that thought to yourself as you watch Mike sprint across the field and launch the ball into the goal several times. You repeat it as he dances around his opponents with ease, quick footwork until he can throw them off. You repeat it as he stands on the sidelines and takes his helmet off to shake out sweaty hair and squirt water into his mouth.Â
And, none of it really helps. Mike is pretty incredible on the field, especially with Erwin and Nile backing him up. Everyone in the stands is screaming, yelling their names and chanting. It's a little contagious, you have to admit. You get as far as clapping but refuse to actually cheer.Â
At some point, Erwin jogs over to the bleachers and waves his arms for everyone to get louder, and they sure do. Even through his helmet, you can see his sparkling white smile, and your own lips curl up as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable. He has all these people at his beck and call.Â
Erwin has to get back on the field, though, fueled by the crowd like the other nine players. They end up pulling ahead of the other team and finishing the game eleven to seven.Â
Naturally, Erwin announces a party at the Pike house, and naturally, Hitch drags you to it.Â
This one is even bigger than the last. It offends every one of your sensesâtoo loud, alcohol permeating the air, bad drinks, worse dancing, and strangers rubbing against you as you pass them.Â
You give up on your beer before youâre even halfway through with it, just set the can on one of the counters and start milling around. Youâd rather be anywhere else but here. Your head hurts from the game earlier, baking in the sun and not drinking enough water. Shouldâve taken an Advil⊠And some Benadryl. Hitch wouldnât have been able to bring you here if youâd been unconscious.Â
All of the lacrosse team is there, flanked with guys who wonât stop slapping them on their backs and girls who wonât stop batting their eyes and squeezing their biceps. Itâs comical, really, the fairweather trend. Thereâs no way this would be happening if theyâd lost their last three games. Instead, the team would be getting harassed and pestered, not so subtle comments about practicing more and replacing members. Youâve seen it all before.Â
Leaning against a wall, you watch it all unfold. Itâs probably the most entertaining thing at the party other than the group of sorority girls dancing on a table. Things are getting out of hand already, and you would prefer not be here for the aftermath, but just as you're about to leave, Mike breaks away from the group and strides over to you.
âHey, didnât expect to see you.â He takes a sip from his cup, smiling around the rim.
You use your usual excuse: âHitch,â and he nods.Â
âRight. Did you watch the game today?â
Crossing your arms, you mumble a, âYes,â that Mike canât hear but can definitely see.
He beams then asks, âYou gonna tell me I played well? âCause I did.â Heâs all cocksure and giddy, and it makes your body run hot in a few different ways.
âI donât think you need anyone else fawning over you,â you say with a condescending laugh.
âYou mean you donât want me to flex for you?â
âIâm leaving. Right now." When you push past him a little too roughly, it causes him to drop his cup, and your shirt is suddenly plastered to your chest and stomach. The white isnât discolored, which leads you to believe, âFuck, is this just straight vodka?â
âNo, Christ,â he cringes at your wet state, looking genuinely apologetic. âItâs just water. Sorry.â
You scrunch your top up to wring it out, wondering what heâs doing drinking water instead of liquor, but youâre not about to pick on him for staying hydrated.Â
âItâs fine. I was about to leave anyway.â
Heâs quick to stop you with a, âNo, donât. Just⊠change into one of my shirts or something."
Narrowing your eyes, you contemplate how many ways this can go wrong, how much you should not allow this, and even go as far as accusing, "You're just trying to get me in your room again."
"You wanna stay in a wet shirt?" Not really. "Come on."
He jerks his head toward the hallway, and you end up following him, grumbling the whole time because you swear to God if you end up on your back for him again, you're going to be very upset with yourself.Â
Mike beelines it for his dresser as soon as you're in the room, much quieter than the rager outside. He digs around in it, flipping all the way to the bottom then pulls out a heather gray tee.Â
"It'll probably still be a little big, but it's from high school, so you shouldn't drown in it."
He tosses it to you then, to your surprise, turns back to the wall to give you the privacy to change. You eye him the whole time, peeling off your top as well as your bra since it soaked through. His shirt still covers your little shorts, and you assume you look a lot like one of those sorority girls, but it's good enough, has that super soft feeling from being worn too much.Â
"Thanks. You can, uh⊠You can turn around now."
Mike looks over his shoulder, like he's making sure you're decent, then turns around fully.Â
"I was trying to get outta there anyway. Spilling a drink on you was a good excuse."
You open your mouth, choking on a scoff, then ask, "Did you do that on purpose?"Â
"No! It really was an accident. I'm glad it was just water, but I still feel bad."
You're squinting at him, but now you're curious about something else.
"Why'd you wanna get away from the party?"Â
Sighing, Mike shows a tired smile. "Honestly, I'm still worn out from the game. I'm already sore and covered in these god damn bruises. I just wanna relax."
"If you're covered in bruises, I can't imagine how the other team feels. You smacked the shit outta some of 'em."
"So, you were watching."
"I may have glanced up once or twice," you lie. "Anyway, why don't you just hide out in here?"Â
He shrugs his shoulders. "Erwin insisted I show my face, and I didn't want him to give me shit about being a recluse."
You can relate. It's why Hitch drags you everywhere. You wouldn't even leave your dorm for classes if you didn't have to.Â
Still. "Dude. You're definitely not a recluse. You're fucking everywhere. All the time."
"So? I can get tired too."
He's got a point.Â
"Can we just chill in here for a while?" He asks you.Â
"Why do you need me to chill? You basically just said you needed a break from social interaction."
"Yeah, but not all social interaction," he corrects with a small grin. "Please? I've got movies and video games, Zelda and shit."
Again, the contemplation kicks in, all the pros and cons. You know very well what this can (will) lead to, but you also want to escape the party. And, if Hitch whines about you leaving, you can tell her you were there the whole time. Not like it's a lie.Â
"Fine, but I have some stipulations."
"Oh, do you?"Â
"I do."
Mike waves a hand for you to go on. "Let's hear 'em then."
Holding up one finger, you tell him, "You have to let me snoop around your roomâ" he laughs. You lift another finger, "âand we are not, under any circumstances, having sex."
"Deal."Â
You tilt your head, taken aback at how quick he is to agree. "Wait, seriously?"Â
"Seriously. Go ahead. I'll pull up Hulu."
You hum, still suspicious, but start making your rounds, taking in photos from what you assume to be the high school soccer team he played on, then a fishing trip with Erwin, a middle-aged couple with a dog, and some pinned up tickets to sporting events he's attended.Â
He has a bookshelf against a wall, textbooks at eye level, but the top and bottom shelves are filled with sci-fi and fantasy novels that make you smile. His TV is fairly large, big enough to see the picture from his bed which is also sizable and draped with a plush comforter. The last thing that catches your eye is his closet, halfway open and full of jerseys and Polos. A few different pairs of shoes sit at the bottom, but pushed all the way in the corner are a few boxes of fucking Magic the Gathering cards.Â
"Oh, man. You really are a closet nerd. Like, literally."
"Huh?" Mike looks over at where you're kneeling, realizes what you're looking at and actually sounds self-conscious when he admits, "Yeah, uh, I wasn't joking the other day."Â
"I've never playedâtoo technical for meâbut my friends in high school did."
"There are baseball cards back there too if that makes me any cooler."
"It doesn't," you say bluntly before straightening up and reaching to shut the door to his room. Plopping down on the floor next to him (where he was smart enough to sit), you add, "But even I can admit it's kind of endearing."
"Oh yeah?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, that stupid lopsided grin on his too-handsome face.Â
"Don't get cocky, Zacharias."Â
"You wouldn't let me if I wanted to."
Both of you agree to a Batman movie, and you make yourself comfortable, kicking your sandals off and leaning against the bed behind you. You're a little too aware of Mike's body beside yours, but you're able to ignore it for the most part, keeping a few inches between your arms and legs. Of course, he still brushes against you when the movie ends and he takes the time to stretch. His shoulders roll, making his shirt strain over his back, and when he holds his arms out, linked at his fingers, you can't help but take a quick look at his bulging biceps.Â
"Fuck, I'm gonna feel like garbage tomorrow," he complains. You can see the bruises littering his arms, some of them thick lines while others are almost perfectly circular from where he was hit with the end of a lacrosse stick.Â
"You have any classes?" You ask.Â
"Just my ten o'clock and three o'clock."
You make a noise of acknowledgement then fall silent. You're not sure how to hold a conversation with him that isn't sarcastic or snippy since you haven't actually done a lot of talking in the first place.Â
"Sucks," is all you can come up with.Â
"It's alright. I've probably dealt with worse."
"Probably?"Â
"Well, nothing really comes to mind, but I'm sure I have."
You should get going. It's late, and you have a nine AM tomorrow. Plus, the longer you sit next to Mike, the more ideas pop up in your head. Dirty ideas. Ideas that will leave you disappointed in yourself.Â
"Well, I'm gonna head back. This has beenâŠ" You're unsure of what word to use, don't want to get his hopes up by saying 'fun'.Â
Mike figures you out and offers, "Tolerable?"Â
"Yeah, we can go with that. I'll get your shirt back to you sometime soon."
Mike chuckles and gets to his feet. "Just whenever you can." He grabs your wet top from the ground and holds it out to you, then reaches for the door as you slip on your sandals.Â
You feel him close behind you, close enough for his chest to push against your back when you straighten up. His arm is pressing into your side, hand curled around the knob and twisting it, but he's unable to open the door as you let your head fall against it.Â
"God dammit."Â
"Hm?" You can tell he's leaning down because his breath falls just over your ear.Â
"I said we weren'tâ"
He cuts you off, "But, you want to."
He's too hot and too smooth, and you canât stop yourself from turning around and breathing, "Yeah, I want to."Â
It's different tonight. Mike takes his time undressing you, kissing and sucking your neck, your collarbone, your nipples that pebble against his tongue. It's unnerving even as you squirm and moan.Â
He eats you out lazily, flattening his tongue against your folds then dipping into your slit so that he can slip into your twitching hole.Â
When he adds a finger, you immediately grind down on it, silently begging him to work you open enough to take his cock, but he doesn't move any faster, apparently content to just drive you insane.Â
You're nearly begging by the time he turns you on your side and moves to lay behind you, hiking your leg up and pushing most of his length inside of you in one faultless motion that makes you choke and sob his name.Â
That stretch is back, delicious as it is painful as he splits you open. His thrusts are the same slow pace, cock dragging against gummy walls as he drapes an arm over you to toy with your swollen clit.Â
It takes you both longer than usual to come, but when you do, your whole body trembles against him, and you have to suck in several deep breaths until you feel like your lungs start actually filling with air.Â
Mike paints your back with warm cum, groaning right in your ear as he rubs against you, his cock sliding easily up and down your skin and making more of a mess.Â
That unnerving feeling blooms in your chest again, crawls up into your throat.Â
Tonight had been too casual, too natural. The way you hung out and watched a movie was already a little strange. Him fucking you from behind, holding you tight against his body, was too tender. And, now, after he leaves to grab a wet towel and uses it to clean your back, you find yourself searching for words again only to come up with passionateâintimate.Â
And, words like that scare you.
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hi đ i know this may be out of character for post-finale, but i was wondering if you could write a bit of angst (with happy ending of course) where mickey becomes more withdrawn from the gallagher fam cause he doesnât feel like he really belongs (thinking of lip during the âmickeyâs not familyâ kitchen scene and mickey&lipâs fight) - maybe mick is staying back at their westside apartment more often, not attending family events, only feels comfortable around ian, etc. - eventually ian catches on, they talk, and he makes it better đ„°
This went a little different and it's ooc for the other Gallaghers, but I think it still hits the general vibe so I just went with it.
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The wake of Frank Gallagherâs death was filled with uncertainty. For the present, the future, the family. For Ian. Because for all Ian said he wouldnât care when Frank died, for all he said he was done caring for, mourning for a man that used him, threw him asideâŠ
When it came down to it, Ian was still a Gallagher. And Gallaghers didnât let each other go that easily.
Mickey wasnât a Gallagher. He never had been. And he had never felt that difference more strongly than now, standing behind the counter in the Gallagher family kitchen, feeling like an eavesdropper as he listened to them plan.
Plan for a wake no one wanted, a remembrance no one asked for. Plan out Frankâs goodbye while the man himself sat in ashes on the mantelpiece.
Ian looked tired sitting on the opposite side of the room, facing Mickey. His face was drawn, his eyes squinted thin and surrounded by red, and his mouth twisted as he argued with Lip over how much of the money from selling the house should go toward completely unnecessary arrangements.
âIâm just saying,â Ian said plainly, âthat we donât need to do anything fancy. Thereâs nothing wrong with a cheap party at the Alibi.â
âParty,â Lip snorted. âDonât think this is the kind of thing weâre supposed to celebrate.â
âWhy the fuck not?â Mickey couldnât help himself from chiming in. âFrank was an asshole, and nobody cared when he was dyinâ on the goddamn sofa.â
It was true enough. They had all been rather unbothered by his imminent demise until they got the call, a few words over a tinny phone connection enough to suddenly make it real. To make it important.
âNo matter how much we hated him, he was still our dad, Mickey,â Lip argued, wiping a hand over his face. He eyed the drink Carl held hungrily before taking a slow sip of his own cola, adding, âNot all of us can just leave family to fuckinâ rot.â
And that hurt. Felt like a fucking kick in the chest, over a heart already bruised. He could see Ian watching him, though, and his husband had enough to deal with without getting into Mickeyâs shit again.
âHeâs already cremated,â Mickey pointed out, putting on an unconcerned face for Ianâs benefit. âNothing left to rot, man.â
âWell we canât just do nothing,â Debbie said, for once on Lipâs side. âI mean yeah, he was a shitty dad, but itâs not like he was Terry.â
âNot a high bar,â Mickey countered. âThink he deserves some kind of parade just cause he didnât try and kill any of ya on purpose?â
A brief moment, just one, as that went through the room. Then:
âMickey,â Lip sighed, âjust let us deal with this, yeah? This is kind of aââ
âFamily only thing,â Mickey interrupted bitterly, repeating words that Lip had thrown around one too many times. âYeah, I figured.â
Ian offered an apologetic look from across the table, but didnât argue for him. Not like last time, when his first thought had been to defend Mickeyâs place.
Mickey took the hint.
âIâll be out back,â Mickey said shortly, directed at Ian, and marched toward the door. âYou know, whenever fucking family time is over.â
âMickeyâŠâ Ian called after him, but he didnât get up. Didnât follow. And as Mickey left, he could vaguely hear Ian making apologies.
So he didnât stop when he went down the steps. And he didnât stop at the gate. He didnât stop at the sidewalk, or the street, or the edge of the neighborhood.
If he wasnât fuckinâ family, he didnât need to be at the family home. So he went to his new one instead.
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âMickey?â Ian called out as he entered the apartment, hours later. âMickey, are you here?â
Mickey didnât answer. Ian found him anyway.
âThere you are,â he said with a sigh as he came into the living room, where Mickey lay sprawled over the sofa. He stopped at Mickeyâs side, towering over him.
âYou werenât answering your phone,â Ian complained, looking to the device Mickey held with both hands. âWhy did you leave?â
âWhy do you think?â Mickey answered. âWasnât exactly welcome.â
Ian had the grace to look chagrined.
âSorry about that,â he said sheepishly. âYou know how Lip getsâŠâ
âStupid?â Mickey said, and Ian shrugged.
âI mean, yeah. Kind of.â
Mickey went back to playing on his phone, leaving Ian standing awkwardly at his side.
âI told them Iâd come back once I found you,â Ian told him abruptly. âYou should come with me.â
Mickey didnât answer, eyes on his game.
âWill you come?â Ian pressed, and Mickey dropped his phone with a sigh.
âThey donât want me there,â he answered. He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, and Ian caught it, pulled it away.
âWhy would you say that?â he asked, voice earnest, his thumb tracing circles on Mickeyâs wrist.
âDunno,â Mickey lied, then caved immediately. âItâs a family thing,â he said. âAnd I ainât family.â
âYouâre my family,â Ian countered, but Mickey shook his head, pulling his hand free.
That wasnât enough.
They were quiet, for a moment, and Mickey was about to give up and pick up his phone again when Ian broke the silence.
âYouâre more family than Frank was, if you think about it,â he said suddenly. âDefinitely more of a Gallagher, if you only count the good bits.â
âItâs cheating to only count the good parts of me,â Mickey argued, feeling bitter, and Ian knocked his shoulder with his hand.
âMeant only the good bits of being a Gallagher, Mick,â he corrected, rolling his eyes before they settled, soft, on Mickeyâs face. âStuff like being there, taking care of each other. Sticking together when things get rough.â
âDonât think your brother agrees,â Mickey said flatly, then winced as Ian sat down hard on his outstretched legs.
âMy brother,â Ian started, âis an idiot.â
Well, Mickey wasnât going to argue with that.
âBut believe it or not,â Ian continued, âhe does think of you as family.â Mickey tried to cut in, but Ian glared at him until he closed his mouth, settling back against the arm of the sofa.
âYou know what I heard him telling somebody the other day?â Ian asked. Not waiting for a reply, he said, ïżœïżœthat if they had any trouble, heâd sic his brother-in-law on them.â
âDonât think using me as a threat counts as me being part of the family,â Mickey grumbled, but Ian shook his head.
âWasnât a threat,â he explained. âHe was offering your services. Cause youâre part of the family, now, and he knows you would help him.â
He would. Of course he would. Without a second thought, even for his least favorite in-law, even at risk for himself. But it was a surprise to hear that Lip knew that.
âCarl tells people you taught him how to fight,â Ian went on. âBrags that the infamous Mickey Milkovich taught him everything, and thatâs why he makes a good cop.â
Mickey snorted. Of course that little fucker did.
âDidnât think heâd grow up to be a pig, did I?â he said, and Ian just smiled.
âLiam tells the school bullies that if they mess with him, his brother will beat them up,â Ian continued. âDidnât work very well until he said that brother was you.â
âDamn right I would,â Mickey agreed easily, scowling at the idea of anyone giving Liam a hard time. âHeâs a good fucking kid.â
âAnd Franny fucking adores you,â Ian said, knowing it would make Mickey smile. âWhich means Debbie does, too.â Ian scooted closer, sitting on Mickeyâs thighs instead of his shins.
âYou know I offered to babysit the other day, and the first thing Debs asked was if you would be there?â Ian laughed. âShe almost said no until I promised you would be.â
âLittle sis has good sense,â Mickey muttered, flushing to his ears, and Ian nodded.
âShe does,â he agreed. âThey all do.â He raised a hand to Mickeyâs face, held his cheek. Stroked his thumb over it. âYouâre family, Mickey,â he whispered. âAnd they love you. Just like I do.â
âFucking sap,â Mickey murmured, leaning into the touch.
âYou know it,â Ian said, and pulled him in for a kiss.
When they parted, Ian took Mickeyâs worries with him.
âWhat do you say?â Ian asked softly, hand sliding down to Mickeyâs neck. âCome home with me, let them apologize?â
âThought this was home, now,â Mickey said.
âIt is home, for us,â Ian answered. âBut the house is home too. Family is home,â he stressed. âAnd youâre family.â
âLip ainât gonna apologize,â Mickey pointed out next, leaning in again, and Ian shrugged.
âCome home with me and tell him heâs an asshole?â Ian offered instead.
Mickey grinned, resting their foreheads together.
âYeah,â he agreed. âI can do that.â
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Vipers
Tommy Shelby x reader
Warnings: language, men being sexest, brief mention of death, a little bit of a slow burn
Word Count: 3,900 of pure trash:)
Requested by: @imthebadguyyy
Summary: Thomas Shelby has been expanding his business for years, making deals with other gangs all the time. But the Vipers, they were a different story. Theyâre crazy and dangerous, and they are not willing to share their land, so Tommy sets up a meeting with their leader. It was not who he expected.
a/n: Dudley is a city in England kind of close to Birmingham, just so yâall know.
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Polly was minding her business, walking around the shop straightening up here and there. It was just her and Esme at the moment, the betting shop had not yet opened. There was supposed to be a family meeting in about ten minutes, but by the looks of it Tommy was going to be late as perusal.
Ada had just walked in, shortly followed by John and Arthur. Finn stayed with Isaiah, Tommy had told him not to come because it was an âadultâ meeting. They all sat around, conversing and just having small talk and after twenty minutes of waiting for Tommy, Polly was fed up.
âWhere the bloody hell is that brother of yours?â
John and Arthur looked at eachother wearily, should they tell her?
Their looks didnât go unnoticed by any of the women. Ada was getting frustrated too, Tommy called the damn meeting so where the hell was he?
âCâmon boys, Polly and I want to know.â
Arthur sighed, rubbing a hand down his face and itching his mustache, âso you see ladies, he-â
Arthur was interrupted by the door to the shop slamming open and banging against the wall, Tommy coming in with literal blood on his hands.
âWhat the fuck Thomas? Where in the bloody hell have you been? An- and is that blood?! Christ Tommy!â Polly was so confused, her nephew came into his own meeting late, with blood on his hands?
Tommy ignored his aunts questions and walked around the table, lit a cigarette and poured himself a glass of whiskey, Irish of course. He grabbed a cloth and began to wipe the blood off of his hands, all while being silent. Everyone else had grown quiet too, waiting for Tommy to speak, or at least acknowledge them.
He drank his whiskey in one gulp and poured another. He then finally looked up at his family, now clean from the blood on his hands. Well, at least the blood that you could see.
âIâve been trying to make new...acquaintances you could say,â he took a long drag of his cig, âand people were not happy about it.â
The three women looked at Tommy, waiting for him to explain more. John and Arthur already knew everything, they were just sitting there, waiting for their aunt's reaction to what Tommys was about to say. He quickly drank his second glass. Polly copied his actions, bringing her drink to her lips as well.
âAs you all know, our business is expanding everyday. Weâve already reached London, and now, now Iâm trying to get to Dudley.â
Ada's eyes widened and Esme immediately got up to leave. Polly began to ferociously cough on her drink, not expecting to hear such news. Arthur leaned over in his seat and aggressively started to smack his auntâs back, trying to help ease her drink down. Tommy sat there just watching everything with a stoic face.
Polly began to swat at Arthurs hands, and he pulled them back raised in the air defensively, not wanting to get hit by his aunt.
She rose from her seat, a look of disbelief on her face and pointed her manicured finger in Tommy's face, âAre you MAD Thomas?! You have no business being on their land! Now you've done dragged us all into this! Thomas, what in the blo-â
âHear me out Pol, Iâve al-â Polly cut him off like he did her, she was furious. He was going to get them all killed!
âNo Thomas, you listen to me. You go on their land and expect to make a peace treaty with them? Theyâre so good at what they do no oneâs ever seen their faces Tom! Just you wait, this is all going to come back and bite you in your ass!â Polly stormed out of the shop and into their house, slamming the doors behind her.
They all sat in silence for a few seconds before John decided to break it, âwell, that went better than I thought it would.â Arthur snorted at that, raising his drink to cover the sound.
âWhose blood was on your hands, Tommy?â For the first time the whole meeting, Ada had finally spoken.
âSome man came up to me and told me to leave, saying they didnât want the devil to walk among their streets. He pulled a knife on me, so I shot him. Simple as that.â
âSimple as that? Simple as that Tommy? Youâve shot one of her men! This is war now Tommy.â
Arthur looked up from his drink and made eye contact with Ada, âHer? Who in the bloody hell said anything about it being a woman, Ada? You really think the leader of The Vipers is a woman?â
âHavenât you lot heard? There's been rumors for months about the WHOLE gang being run by women.â
John and Arthur both barked out laughter, women? Why would women be running a gang, let alone one as dangerous as The Vipers.
Adaâs face turned red, cursing her sexest brothers. Stupid men and their cocks.
Tommy sat there reclined in his seat, lost in his own thought. It couldnât be women, could it?
His sister stood up from her seat, yelling at her brothers before leaving the room in the same fashion Polly had, even slamming the door a little harder.
Arthur smacked his hand against the table, breaking Tommy out of his trance. Him and John were still laughing their asses off.
âWomen? Can you bloody believe that Tom? A bloody woman!â John doubled back over in laughter again at Arthurs words. Tommy still just sat there, watching his brothers laugh. He got up to leave the shop, heading to London to see a certain Solomons.
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âTommy, what can I do for you mate?â Alfie was loud, as usual.
Tommy sat in front of Alfie, preparing himself for the conversation ahead of him. âThereâs word going around, Alfie, that you are the only ally of The Vipers, is that true?â
Alfie stared blankly ahead of himself before letting out a loud boisterous laugh that had Ollie wincing in the corner. He looked at Tommy and immediately stopped when he saw Tommy was serious.
âOh, oh youâre serious?â What business could you possibly want with The Vipers Tommy?â
âIs that a yes or no, Alfie? Are you allies with them?â
Alfie eyeballed Tommy before sighing and nodding his head. Tommy smirked at his small victory. âIâm wanting to do business with him, Alfie. I want to expand and put some of my men in Dudley. But, I need help. Iâve heard theyâre unpredictable, especially their leader. Would you care to tell me his name, Alf?â
Again, Alfie laughed. He stood up with the help of his cane and leaned on his large desk closer to Tommy, âright, there's two things you need to know Tom. First of all, they are unpredictable and they wouldnât hesitate to bite your head off if you backstabbed them, yeah.â He paused for a second, debating if he should tell Tommy the second part.
Tommy nodded, waiting for Alfie to continue, but he didnât.
âWhatâs the second thing?â
Alfie just smirked down at the brummie, âThat's for me to know and for you to find out.â
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Three days later it was Friday evening and Tommy had invited everyone for a family dinner, it was all Pollyâs idea. They were all gathered around the unnecessary large dining table at Arrow house. Charlie sat next to Tommy, Esme and John were next to each other, their hundreds of kids all at home with a sitter, along with Karl. Polly and Ada were sat side by side and Arthur was in the corner of the room pouring himself a drink. It was getting late, everyone had already ate their dinner and dessert.
âMary, could you take Charlie up to bed? Itâs getting late.â
She quickly walked around the table nodding her head, âYes, Mr.Shelby.â
Everyone had migrated to the living room now, for once not talking about business. Their laughing was interrupted when there was a knock on the door, they all stood up.
âWho could that possibly be this late at night?â The loud knock had put all of them on edge.
The men all drew their guns, walking to the door, telling the woman to stay put. Naturally none of them listened and they all followed behind the boys.
Tommy swung the door open with his gun pointed out, ready to shoot whoever was there. They were all confused when they didnât see anybody, but they were even more confused when they looked down to see a box with Tommyâs name on it.
Polly smacked Tommy on the back of his head, âDon't just stand there you idiot, bring the box in!â She reached down and grabbed the box, bringing it in and sitting it on the living room table.
John was a little hesitant, why was there a box? Who had dropped it off?
Tommy inspected the box, it didnât seem harmful, but that didnât stop his nerves. He wouldnât admit it to anyone, but he was a little freaked out at the package too. He slowly reached for the box and ever so slowly opened it.
âBLOODY HELL!â
âWHAT THE FUCK?!â
âTOMMY I-â
âWHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?!â
Everyone was screaming and panicking, Tommy had jumped back and almost tripped over his feet, the women had all run to the next room and the men had drawn their guns once again.
Lunging out of the box was a bright green fluorescent Viper, hungry for blood. It striked again, almost catching Esme by the arm as she ran by it. It slithered out the box, its fangs out waiting to catch someone. Arthur began shooting at the floor, steadily putting holes in it. Tommy had finally stood back up, and John reached for Esme to check her for injuries. Arthur kept shooting, still putting bullet holes in Tommy's wooden floors.
A loud bang echoed through the house, and it wasnât Arthur because he had run out of ammo. There stood Ada with a small revolver in her had, and a bullet lodged in the snakes head. Everyone stopped to stare at her, eyes wide in shock.
âGuess chasing rats finally paid off, huh?â
Polly had walked back in the room and bent down to inspect the green snake before standing up to look Tommy in the eyes.
John hugged Esme to his chest and turned towards his brother, âWhat in the bloody hell is this Tom?â
Tommy looked at John blankly, he himself didnât even know. He went to make something up but Pol had beaten him to it.
âThis, John,â she reached down and picked up the dead but still squirming snake, âis what you call a Viper.â And with that she flung the snake at Tommy who jumped back in disgust.
Adas head perked up at that, âA viper? But how, they're not native.â
Everyone thought about it a moment, before they put the pieces together. Polly began to laugh maniacally and everyone averted their gaze to her, had she gone mad?
âI told you Thomas! I told you this was going to come back and bite you in your ass!â
Tommy sighed and ran a hand down his sweating face before peering in the box again. Inside was a note and he reached in to grab it and he read it aloud, âStay off our land Shelby.â
Everyone began to fret again. They were running around like a chicken that got its head cut off, screaming about how Tommy never should have stepped foot in Dudley.
Tommy sat down on his couch, thinking about what to do. What if Charlie had been downstairs? The snake surely would have gotten to him, after all he is just a child. He needed a smoke and a drink as soon as possible, he stood up and marched up to his office to make a phone call, completely ignoring his family's calls of his name
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Two weeks after the snake incident, Tommy had managed to get a meeting with you, thanks to the one and only Alfie Solomons. When Tommy had told him what had happened that night he shook his head and chucked, telling Tommy you had done the same thing to him all those years ago. But Tommy still didnât know who you were.
The three eldest Shelbyâs stepped out of Tommy's car and landed on the Dudely turf, they all felt a little uneasy about the situation. They began to follow the directions Alfie had given them, the area getting more and more sketchier as they went.
Dudley was very dull, the sky was always grey and the streets were always muddy. The air was foggy like Birmingham, maybe even worse. They were getting looks everywhere they turned, none of them being used to it considering their name.
A loud clang of metal caught their attention and they all turned to look. All three of them pulled their guns when they saw a scruffy man charging them with a knife. Right when Arthur was about to pull the trigger, they all four stopped when someone yell.
Another man came running towards them, screaming at the man that was attacking them.
âStop Marc! Theyâre here because Yilan has agreed to meet with them!â
The man stopped what he was doing immediately, turning as pale as a ghost and dropped his weapon to the ground. He turned back around to the Shlebyâs and apologized profusely before running off.
The three brothers looked at each other in confusion.
âWhat the fuck was that about? Who the hell is Yilan?â John was asking too many questions and Tommy didnât have the answers to them.
âI donât fucking know John, now shut the hell up!â
(a/n: Yilan means snake in Turkish [which is my familyâs native language])
The man who had stopped the other walked up to the brothers.
âI am sorry, sirs. Yilan is what we call the leader of the Vipers.â
Tommy nodded a thanks to the man, asking him if he could take them to their headquarters. The man reluctantly agreed, not wanting to get on anyones bad side.
After around twenty more minutes of walking they stopped in front of a worn down brick building. It had vines growing up the whole thing and two very, very large men were guarding the door. Their escort had scurried off as soon as they got there, Tommy not even being able to thank the man.
The brothers began to walk towards the door and Arthur leaned down to whisper, âHa, and Ada said they were run by women!â
John chuckled, he couldnât wait to tell Ada she was wrong. Tommy hushed the two before speaking to the men guarding the door.
They both stared at the brothers, almost as if they were staring into their souls. They didnât speak, waiting for one of the others to.
Tommy cleared his throat, âWeâre here to see your boss. We have a meeting, Thomas Shelby.â
The larger out of the two opened the door, âThird floor straight down the hallway.â Tommy nodded his head before heading in, the two brothers following his lead.
The inside of the building was loud with music and the walls were all painted bright green. Tommy guessed for a viper. They all walked in a little further and stopped in their tracks, shock registering through their veins.
There was not one man inside. The room was full of women from every race you could imagine. Some had a tattoo here and there, some were covered in them. There was women with red curly hair, others with black straight. Any type of woman you could imagine, from short to tall and thin to curvy, was there. And they were all staring at them.
Arthur gulped and John smirked but then quickly frowned when he realised that his sister was right, this whole gang was women. He did have to admit though, it was a little sexy, even though he knew half of them could probably kick his ass.
Tommy cleared his throat before walking ahead, not making eye contact with any of the women. He walked towards the stairs and climbed them until he got to the third floor and walked straight down the hallway. When they reached the door Tommy hesitated for a moment before knocking. A faint âcome inâ was heard, and they all walked in.
Sitting behind a large oak desk was you, relaxing in your chair with a wicked smile on your face. You were so ready to finally meet the man who wanted your land.
Not making any effort to sit up in a more presentable position, you gestured to the three chairs in front of you, telling them to take a seat.
Tommy and John did but Arthur was still hesitant. What had they walked into?
âNo offense maâam, I think I would rather stand,â he was fidgeting the whole time and you could smell his nervousness. Tommy looked up and glared at his older brother.
You leaned forward in your chair and rested your arms on your desk and sat your chin on your hands. âPlease, Arthur, take a seat before I shoot both your knee caps and make you sit.â You pulled a gun and sat it on your desk, smiling up at Arthur.
John was a nervous wreck and Arthur visibly gulped and sat down with shaky legs. Tommy kept staring at you though, he thought you were beautiful, but psycho. You intrigued him.
You leaned back in your chair again, leaving the gun on the desk. âMr.Shelby, I do really hope you enjoyed my gift the other day. Alfie told me it brought⊠excitement to your family.â
God you were definitely psycho.
Tommy cleared his throat, âMs.Yilan I-â
You sat back up again, âNo no no, Mr.Shelby, that is not my name. Please, call me y/n.â
For a brief moment there, you almost seemed normal. It scared the brothers how easily your emotions changed.
âRight, okay. Let's not even talk about that, okay? Let's just get straight to business. And please, call me Tommyâ
âI like the way you think, Tommy.â
And boy did you like the way he looked too.
âFirst of all Tommy, I do NOT like you coming on to MY land and shooting MY people.â You were getting angry, your eyes were ablaze and your jaw was clenched.
âThat man you shot, Tommy, had a family. He had a wife and two daughters, and now I have to spend MY money on them because YOU shot their caretaker. I could be doing so much more with that money.â
Tommy was taken aback with your forwardness, those were not the words he was expecting to hear.
âHe charged me with a knife, it was self de-â
âNonsense Tommy! You could have simply knocked him out, anything but shoot him! He was an innocent man Thomas!â
Tommy sighed, he knew there was no winning this. âYouâre right, and I apologize for my mistake.â
John and Arthur looked at each other with wide eyes, Tommy apologized?
âThank you, but your apology is not accepted, but I do believe we're even.â
Tommyâs brows furrowed, even? How were you even?
This caught Johns interest too, âEven? How do you mean?â
You smirked at all of them and they became concerned, what had you done?
âOn your way here, hope you all had a nice trip by the way, I sent two of my women to your town. I told them to do exactly as you did, but add some Viper charm to it. They took my beloved snake Ebony with them, and they allowed her to pick an innocent man, like you had.â
Tommy was definitely confused now, where was this going?
âShe did amazing, really. She struck an innocent man in the streets. And I would say that right about now,â you checked your watch, âher venom is kicking in, and he is dying a slow and painful death.â You looked up at the three, flashing them an innocent smile.
âYou fucking crazy bitch! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!â Arthur lunged for you across your desk, Tommy and John trying to stop him.
He grabbed your gun that you left on the table and pointed it straight to your face. All you did was smirk at him.
Tommy pleadingly begged Arthur to put the gun down, but you held up your hand to stop him. He looked at you like you were crazy. Which to be fair, you were.
âGo on Arthur,â you pressed your head closer to the barrel, âI know you want to. Why donât you pull it, huh? Do the world a favor and get rid of a crazy bitch like me.â
Arthur stared in your eyes, looking for any sign of fear. He found none. He thought about it for a moment, should he do it? After all, the world would be a better place.
He smiled, and pulled the trigger.
But nothing happened, his smile fell when he heard you laughing. He opened the barrel to the gun and found that there were no bullets, you had played him. He backed away and fell back in his chair when you got up. You pulled a gun from the waistband of your trousers and pointed it towards him, shooting a shot that whizzed by his head so he knew this one was full. John flinched, and Tommy reached for his own gun.
You pointed your gun at John and then back at Arthur, âYou two, get out. I want to speak to Thomas. Alone.â
They both got up and scurried out the door like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. You put your gun away which was a sign for Tommy too as well, and you both sat down.
âNow Thomas, lets talk about business, yeah?â
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Almost an hour later you and Tommy had finally come to terms and made a small business deal. It wasnât anything big, but it was a start. Tommy still sat in front of you, drinking his whiskey that you had poured him. Oddly enough he had grown to like you.
Strangely, so had you.
Tommy put out his cigarette and pointed his drink in your direction, âWhatâre you doing this Friday y/n?â
You pretended to check your agenda, and smiled at Tommy. âWell, hopefully Iâll being going on a date with a very handsome man.â
He smiled up at you âHe must be quite handsome for you to agree.â
âThat he is Tommy. How about you?â
He smirked at you through the rim of his drink, âOh you know, Iâm going on a date with one crazy bitch.â
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Hey I know you are really busy with all the request and job and all that but can you do shinee's reaction to s/o stealing their t-shirts and hoodies?? You can make them one shots of you want toođ
shinee reacts: their s/o wearing their clothes
heyyy~ i really liked this request because i personally love to do this. for this request, i want to try something new since you gave me an idea with the one-shots part. so instead of describing their reactions, i'll convey it in a form of a short story. it will still be per member! i hope you will like this one (heads up though, the posts is a bit longer than my usual shinee reacts) <3
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onew / jinki: you sighed for the nth time within just 10 short minutes. you were staring and pouting in front of your closet for you can't find the perfect clothes for your brunch date with onew. it was a hot day today and you just wanted to wear something cute but comfortable. however, it seems like your wardrobe doesn't offer that kind of outfit.
your eyes slowly traveled toward onew's part of the closet. his side was full of quirky graphic tees which you always find adorable. you don't usually borrow his clothes but you can't help but to take a peek at them and take the one that caught your eyes.
it was a white oversized shirt with a cute box cartoon drawn in front of it. you tried it on and it stopped perfectly on your thighs, making it look like a cute dress. surprisingly, it even matches the pair of sneakers you were wearing.
before you can even decide whether you were keeping it on or not, onew walked into your room. his hair a bit damp and he was only wearing a towel considering that he just took a shower.
"oh, is that my shirt?" he pointed at you.
"uh... yeah. do you mind? i just wanted to wear something that is yours." you sheepishly replied.
"no problem!" he beamed his big bright smile before proceeding to get his own outfit.
you muttered a thank you then went to your vanity to finish touching up your makeup. afterward, you grabbed your phone and wallet and placed them inside your shoulder bag.
"alright, I'm ready to go..." you trailed off as you saw what he looked like. "what the hell are you wearing, lee jinki?"
"your shirt?" he raised an eyebrow, clearly feigning ignorance.
he was wearing your favorite grey t-shirt and it looked pitiful on him, it was as if it can tear at any moment. it barely covered his abdomen and was stretched to its limit.
"no shit, sherlock." you facepalmed at his usual weirdness. "what i want to know is why... why are you wearing it?"
"i thought we were doing a thing wherein we wear each other's clothes." he shrugged as if his response should be expected.
"what? no! please have mercy on my shirt and put on your own clothes." you can't help but laugh at him as you pushed him back to the dresser.
"alright, alright! i just wanted to make you laugh and look, it worked perfectly." he playfully pinched the tip of your nose before taking off the top he borrowed. "also, you should keep that shirt since it looks a hundred--no, million--times better on you."
"thanks, love," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a warm hug.
key / kibum:
after the long busy months, you were finally having a girl's night with your best friends. you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your room to give yourself a final check. your hair was styled into textured waves and your lips were colored with the boldest red lipstick you can find. your nude heels matched the little black dress you were wearing. your outfit looked almost perfect and you just knew what you were missing. you quickly snatched key's gold leather jacket and put it on. ah, perfection.
this was the norm for you. your boyfriend's wardrobe was beyond incredible especially his outerwear collection and you just had to wear them every chance you can get. to be honest, key was very stubborn in letting you borrow his clothes... at first. after all the compromising, begging, and crying you made, he eventually budged and gave up. of course, it does not come for free. he practically made you sign a contract that once you stained his clothes, you have to shoulder the bill of the laundry and the shop will be chosen by him. however, if you damaged or god forbid, lost his clothes, you have to replace them. you immediately said yes to all of the conditions in a heartbeat. so far you only paid for 2 incredulously expensive laundry bills.
now, you were finally ready to leave. you walked out of the bedroom and made your way down the living room. there, key was sitting on the couch watching one of his favorite tv series.
"I'll be going out now," you announced as you grab your car keys near the front door.
"hey, hey, hey!" key clicked his tongue upon seeing your clothes. he was now looking behind his shoulder and giving you a stink eye. "is that my jacket?"
"um... maybe?" you gave him an awkward smile.
"of course, it's mine." he shook his head disapprovingly. "only i can pull that off, by the way." he sassily added.
"wow, i didn't know the fashion police was here. you should have given me a head's up, babe ." you bit back with a scoff. the last time you checked, you looked damn fine in it.
"just stating facts, baby," he replied in english.
"alright, then why don't you take me shopping then? so you can buy me a new set of clothes that will satisfy your standards." you challenged and if he said yes, you were clearly the winner.
"excuse me, i do call you 'baby' but i am not your sugar daddy. go now, you'll be late." he shooed you off.
"okay bye," a playful smirk appeared on your face. "daddy."
this made key rolled his eyes before turning his back on you. he would very much rather ignore you if you keep on acting that way.
"it's bye now, for real." you giggled as you open the door. "love you!" you called out before stepping out.
"love you too, brat." key mumbled with a small smile.
minho:
winter was approaching and the air was slowly becoming colder than usual. it was the best time to stay in the comfort of your warm home and enjoy hot cocoa with your loved ones. a perfect time to wear your sweaters and hoodies indoors. however, this was not the case for minho for his favorite hoodie was missing.
"hey, babe?" he called out from the bedroom. "have you seen my black hoodie? the one with the white writings on it."
"what's that, i didn't hear you?" you went inside a few seconds later.
and there it was, his favorite hoodie being worn by his favorite person. you looked smaller while wearing it since it was way too big for you. the hem almost touched your knees and your whole arms were lost inside the sleeves. he can't help but smile at the sight.
"nothing, i was just looking for my hoodie but it looks like i found it." he gestured at the clothes you were wearing.
"oh, shoot. sorry, i didn't tell you that i borrowed it." you hit your forehead with your palm.
"it's okay. you're free to use them anytime, anyway." he patted the top of your head.
within the last few weeks, minho noticed that you sometimes wear his clothes. it was not a daily thing though and you even asked for his permission. slowly, it became every day and he would just be surprised to see you walking around the house parading his jackets and sweaters. he didn't mind it though, he was just curious about what you do to your own clothing. also, he hoped that he still had some remaining tops for himself during the cold season.
well, guess luck was not on his side.
his eyes were staring at his closet wherein there was only one jacket left, one. you followed his gaze and you promptly felt the warmth raised to your cheeks. you were surely red from embarrassment now. you were happily wearing his clothes that you didn't have the time to count how much was left.
"oh my god, i'm sorry! i didn't--" you cut yourself off as you watched him put on the lone jacket from his dresser. "i'm sorry, i didn't notice it. i just... can't help myself. your jackets are so comfortable and warm compare to mine." you tried to explain yourself. also not to mention that they all smelled just like him.
"don't worry about it." he reassured you as he placed his arm around your shoulder. "just be mindful next time. i might end up half-naked someday, you know."
"how can you be so sure that's not my goal?" you teased before sticking your tongue out.
he laughed at your silliness and then pressed a soft kiss on your warm forehead. you decided to make a cup of hot cocoa for him as a peace offering.
taemin:
it was past midnight and it was raining cats and dogs outside. you visited taemin in his apartment for a stay-at-home dinner date but a storm came before you can even go back home. taemin then convinced you to spend the night there instead. it was not a big deal anyway since you stayed over a lot of times already. you just didn't bring your sleepover bag with you and the dress you were wearing was definitely not comfortable to sleep on.
your caring boyfriend of course promised to ease your worries. the two of you shared a warm bath after dinner and he lent you his clothes for you to change to. so that was how you ended up on his couch, fighting off sleep because the show you both were watching always had a cliffhanger ending per episode. you two needed some answers before you can drift off to sleep peacefully. it was the weekend tomorrow anyway so staying up late won't hurt that much.
your head was laying on his lap while his right hand was playing on the locks of your hair and his left one was comfortably resting on the top of your hip. his hand would occasionally rub circles on the exposed skin. as much as you hate to move from your cozy spot, you had to or else you might end up dozing off right there and then. not to mention, him playing on your hair does not help at all.
you slowly got up from the sofa as you tried to stifled a yawn. "i'll just go get some cold drink." you pushed yourself up from your seat.
you then raised your arms and stretched with a satisfied groan. your shoulders and back were sore after laying down for more or less 3 hours. you can even hear your joints cracking from stretching out. also, you felt the shirt you were wearing raised up.
taemin's shirts were not overly huge for you whenever you wore them. the hem barely covered your behind and right now you were sure that a tiny portion of your buttcheeks was peeking through the white tee. you weren't conscious about it, taemin saw much more than that anyway.
suddenly, you felt a slap across your behind which made you freeze on your spot. you looked behind and saw your boyfriend confidently leaning on the couch with his legs crossed.
"did you just slap my butt?" you inquired.
"uh-huh," he nodded with a cocky grin. "want me to spank you again?"
you frowned a little as you processed the sudden change of mood. taemin won't deny it though, seeing you in his shirts always made his heart skip a bit and his breathing ragged. you always looked effortlessly sexy in them.
"sure, why not?" you replied wickedly after a few seconds of silence.
taemin processed your answer in a split second and he hastily grabbed you by the waist and threw you on his broad shoulders. he did not forget you give you another smack on the ass when he made his way toward the bedroom, the television was completely forgotten.
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Ooh ooh ooh, how about your version of Sonic for the powers thing?
You see, Sonic is fast, because if he doesn't keep ahead of his problems, he'll have to actually think about them, and then he'll have a crisis.
This is partially a fun opener joke and it's also not. I'll let you decide how much of each it is. In the meantime, I'm going to talk about what my reads of various canons inspire in me, and how that informs Worlds AU, a bit more than talking about Worlds AU itself.
So Sonic in the initial game canon, started out with an extremely simple conceit. You can see this mirrored across all of the non-Amy classic characters: Sonic runs, that's his thing; Tails flies, Knuckles punches, Eggman makes robots and also problems, which sort of condenses into one thing considering the role robots have in the classic games.
(that damn caterkiller has cost me SO many attempts at a chaos emerald...)
This sort of got to be a problem as the games advanced. In particular, the Sonic game I started on was Sonic Adventure 2, which pitted Sonic very prominently off of Shadow. At this point, character concepts are no longer about simple capabilities, and every other member of the cast has grown up. (even Amy... though not too much. sorry Amy). Tails is now building robots to go with how his flight allows him to reach unconventional 'tricky' routes; Knuckles is now more of an adventurer, explorer, and even a mystic given his history and relationship with the emeralds. This earthly pugilist sense grounds him in a more versatile skill-set.
Sonic... basically his gimmick was remaining true to the classic formula- he was still the one going fast, popping those shuttle loops, and tumbling through a chaotic universe. Yes, they absolutely polished this and put flourishes on it- now he's grinding rails and flipping on poles, this sense of street-smart parkour that carries him cheekily through any environment...
But he's played off Shadow, where the thing about Shadow, especially in the first game, is Shadow is a person who suppresses most of his personality for his context. Not in an inorganic or badly written sense, mind- but he outright says to Rouge at one point that it doesn't matter if anything he remembers is fake- in essence, that it's more real than he is, and a dead person's wish is more important than his life.
Shadow is a soldier, is an alien, is a bioweapon, is a teleporter and he shoots lasers. We are beyond the days of simple conceits; if he was conceived in the classic era, he'd have probably been either only a jet-skater or a teleporter, and that one conceit about how he moved through the world would've been through everything.
Sonic picks up the chaos control from Shadow- in direct reaction to Shadow- and this is commented on. In this scene, Sonic not only rejects Shadow's unhealthy obsession with context- that where he came from was everything- but mirrors it with an attitude that, frankly, to me, rings just as unbalanced- Sonic basically denies having a backstory whatsoever.
"What you see is what you get!" he says.
And that flew in the classic era. We didn't really have a consistent or strongly-drawn backstory over why Sonic was fast. Most continuities around that era point it to either an accident or a happenstance synergy with an outside force. But we didn't really need a story over why Tails can fly or why Knuckles had spurs on his fists.
But in the modern era... there's context. Many characters have superpowers. And more and more, there was a sense that those superpowers had context and history, whether the outright spelled, like Shadow (he was engineered to be capable of this; if you look at him, he has most of the abilities you'd expect of a boss fight in Resident Evil, minus the squelchy, infectious sorts and the Black Arms imply he could well have those and just not use them)
...or the simply alluded, such as Blaze's ominous comment that her flames are the reason she was always alone.
Sonic... clearly has powers. He's been reframed to keep up with he setting as it changes. But that exchange between him and Shadow- where Shadow looks at what Sonic is capable of, looks at him, and asks, verbatim, "what are you," and Sonic delivers a non-answer so naked and so certain that there's not really anything to say to that.
To this end, while I think it's highly intuitive that they picked the wind as the motif to spice Sonic up to- with its sense of freedom, and with its association with speed- I think there's also something about air in general that connects to Sonic.
Air is... omnipresent. It has an extremely complex seething system high overhead. Enormous paths and belts and spirals of wind curl over us all the time, pushing clouds the size of entire states around like it's nothing. When you look at the sky, it looks stationary. But wait, squint- it's actually moving. It's actually moving really fast.
One of my absolute favorite characterizing moments of Sonic is in Archie Comics, specifically the post-reboot series. To keep context minimal, Tails confides in Sonic that he's losing his memory of a certain incident that affected both of them, and he's worried; Sonic reassures him, typical hero big brother best friend, and gives him a big hug. The scene is warmly lit.
The very next panel is literally in the shadows, over Tails' shoulder and behind his back. And Sonic's expression is... troubled. Telling. We immediately understand from that alone he just lied, and has no ability to 'just remember for Tails'.
Sonic is not a vacuous person. He's not empty, he's not innocent, and he's certainly not just your same good nostalgic friend who never changed or got complicated so you don't have to reevaluate all of those things- the guy you can always count on, just like the sky is always there- but he sure pretends to be all of those things, and tries to keep the stormy weather as far away from other people as possible.
This is given another heroic-sounding-but-actually-concerning context in Sonic Unleashed, one of several games in which Sonic shows a maybe suspicious but profound aptitude for darkness where he guzzles and serves as a very powerful conduit for the energy of Dark Gaia, who is strongly connoted with rage, despair, denial, and other states considered bad for your health.
Sonic asks Chip- who he's just found out is Dark Gaia's counterpart- if it was his protection that kept him from losing his mind the entire time. Chip denies this, and states instead it's that "you never let the darkness win."
The thing is... anger and sadness are actually pretty important to feel. And it's actually not true that Sonic as a character doesn't feel anger- there's a few rather notable scenes in which he really loses his cool, some of them within Sonic Unleashed itself (he actually scares Eggman at the culmination of the Egg Dragoon fight) and in the game Sonic and the Secret Rings he actually achieves a super form powered by negative emotions- and that game also ends on a surprisingly melancholy note, where Shahra, when leaving Sonic, specifically gives him a bunch of tissues, a nod to how they met, and specifically "So you can cry as much as you need to."
Sonic is a good person. But Sonic is also... kind of a liar. He has this powerful connection to these highly destructive and dangerous entities- Dark Gaia, Chaos- and this is a thing he, pointedly, doesn't wonder about. And it's not arrogance, or an inability to consider the possibilities- in Sonic Colors he is very real with himself that he can't outrun a black hole, but only admits that once Tails is out of earshot on the one safe ride away from it- and while gearing up to try to do so anyway.
Wind is a contradictory thing. In the sky, we consider the possibility of ultimate freedom; flight and wings are often depicted as symbols of enormous power and efficacy because the very notion of being able to go wherever you want to captivates us.
On the other hand, though, a state of freefall is terrifying. In the unparalleled freedom of the sky, absolutely nothing can catch you if you fall.
(you know, except Tails, if you're fighting Eggman in Marble Garden- I'll leave)
We can talk about a bolt from the blue, a sudden storm or a just-as-sudden clear blue sky... the mechanisms of the air around us are often very hard to perceive for their superficial simplicity. And on sunny days when the wind lazes slowly through the leaves, it's hard to think of it as capable of hurricane forces.
I guess the note I want to leave this on is, it's pretty interesting how Sonic genuinely likes running, but he also tends to either outrun or fight anything that stresses him out- and "what he is" and "what he's capable of" is something he really doesn't like talking about even if he's happy to show or compete it.
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Hello! Iâve read your work and fallen in love! I donât know if your requests are open, but I really like the Armin x you x Levi post you wroteđ„° may I please request a smut of this? Thank you!
First of all thank you! I'm so glad you're in love with my work. đ Second of all I'm sorry this took a while I got sick and writing smut while being sick is honestly disgusting. Plus I recently fell in love with Saiki K and have been binge watching it . đ€ N e ways! Hope you enjoy this.
Warnings: Polyamory, threesome, Nsfw content.
Ok you'll be honest with yourself four years ago you didn't expect to be as happy as you are now.Â
After you'd grown sick of your living arrangement with your parents. You'd left that life behind. Moving into the small empty bedroom your best friend since your last year of middle school had open in his surprisingly tiny apartment.Â
And when you said tiny. You meant tiny.Â
Some rooms in the apartment weren't even big enough for someone to stand in with their arms outstretched. Not to mention a couple of your nights were spent huddled next to Armin on the couch with a huge blanket around your bodies because the heat randomly shut off.Â
You'd think a situation like that would be worse. But weirdly enough it had been the best for both of you as your relationship had always had a sort of looming sexual tension that went unexplored.Â
Long lingering touches to your waist got just a little bit longer while trying to squeeze past you in the bathroom. "Sorry I just need my brush." Armin would whisper. Warm palm against your hip. The ghost of his pelvic bone so close yet so far away. Just the realization making you arch in his grasp. You'd hold his gaze and in the back of your mind you could watch the soft slither of his tongue as it wet his gorgeous pink lips so many times over.Â
Of course it escalated with neither of you ever saying a word about your feelings. You spraying water from the sink on a shirtless Armin during a heat wave that just wouldn't let up as he walked into the kitchen wearing only grey sweatpants. (Yup.. only sweatpants.) The way they hung so low on his hips practically begging for your tongue to stretch across the expanse of his pelvis.Â
Him hugging you tight around the waist for literally any reason he could think of. (And he found a new reason everyday.)
And then it escalated a little further.. you pulling back the shower curtain to "complain" about him eating your leftovers. Him pulling you into his lap while the two of you watched tv.Â
And one day it just ended. And by ended it meant you two opened a bottle of wine on New Years and the ball wasn't the only thing that dropped. He had you laying ass up, legs spread and pussy sobbing as he rocked your hips for eight fucking hours with no stop. Did that table break? During hour five but Armin managed.Â
And then you guys moved. After a mutual agreement that the two of you were aware of each other's feelings and wanted to be together. You'd both managed to pool enough money together to afford a bigger place with two bedrooms. One unused and one that was immediately broken in with Armin over stimulating you the second the boxes were halfway unpacked.Â
Fast forward to a man named Levi moving in across the hall, him developing feelings for you over a long period of seeing you daily thanks to his best friend absolutely adoring you and constantly inviting herself into you and Armin's home.
After a while you'd started picking up on the signs of his affection too. His long glances that sometimes didn't even break when you looked back at him. The little gifts that began to show up at your door. The way he'd bring over food when he knew Armin wasn't home.Â
Once you'd started to develop feelings too Armin allowed you a night. One night to see if those feelings were actually real and what they might mean. Cue a night of carriage rides, roses (lots and lots of roses), stargazing and a kiss that damn near floored you and it was more than one night.Â
Two nights and Levi had had you on his couch with him snuggled in what would soon become your favorite blanket. Three nights and Levi had you eating his mom's homemade spaghetti. And by a week you were begging for Levi to fuck you harder, fingers shaking on his white tiled kitchen floor. His relentless thrusts still causing your thighs to tremble hours after.Â
He looked so lost in bliss in a way you'd never seen him before and you hugged onto him so tight you didn't even go back to Armin that night. Just curled up under your favorite blanket on his couch with his cock nestled deep inside you. His kisses littering your face till the moment you fell asleep.Â
It was definitely a cause for fear. An unrelenting kind and you sat down on the couch with Armin the next day explaining how deeply you loved them both. Only to be shocked when he brought up the topic of polyamory. It definitely shocked you a ton when Armin agreed to it after some explanation of his own feelings but the real surprise was Levi explaining how he'd also thought about it and would be up for it.Â
And thus began the beautiful bloom of a poly relationship after him and Armin had gotten better acquainted. You know after you guys all moved because Levi hated living in the apartment.Â
The three of you left to live in a gorgeous house. (For once you were living in a place with more than one floor and an island in the kitchen.) A place you'd been calling home for over a year now.Â
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Your breath hitched soft moans stuttering off your lips. You don't even remember who started it but here you and Armin were, his breath tickling every bit of your face with sweet languid kisses. One hand brushing over every curve you possessed while the other was softly brushing in between your pussy lips.Â
Your body perched in his lap as he sat against the headboard. Pillows scattered around the two of you as you writhe and begged for more of his touch.Â
You were probably drawing blood where you were grasping his shoulders but you couldn't even begin to think about it. Armin's warm breath tickling your lips in a soft chuckle. The tips of his fingers softly caressing your clit as you let out little whimpers of pleasure.Â
"You promise you'll moan nice and loud for daddy's fingers?" He asked, closing the distance between your lips with a much slower kiss.Â
"Yes." You could feel his nail brush inside and you almost buried his fingers but his harsh grip on your ass paused your movements. Your thighs shook and you rubbed your forehead against his. Leaned into his broad chest with both hands. "Please daddy.."Â
"Good girl."Â
With one more small kiss he laid you out flat on the bed free hand coming up to squeeze your areola. With a tap of your outer thigh you spread for him watching the way his spit dribbled off his lips and directly onto your already wet hole. The mixture making a much wetter sound as he pumped two fingers fully inside.Â
With a gasp you yanked the sheets hard, almost squeezing your thighs together. His fingers curling, snatching your breath away. The bed creaked a little as he repositioned himself, stomach flat against the sheets with his mouth on your thighs. Spreading a soft array of little open mouthed kisses.Â
"A-Armin.."Â
"Keep your ankles in the air, love. I don't wanna punish you tonight." He breathedÂ
You sucked in a breath, reaching out to hold your ankles. Almost immediately you felt embarrassed by the high pitched moan that fell off your lips at the first long slide of his flat tongue over your pussy lips.
And then right in between them in a beckoning motion over your clit that had you biting into your lip. The smile on his lips so evident over your core.Â
You lifted your head in time to watch the slow drip of more of his saliva stretch between your clit and his bottom lip. Tongue immediately outstretched with eyes drawn to your features as he lapped it back up again.Â
With his free hand he spread apart your pussy lips a little further giving your clit an almost harsh knead with his thumb. The friction making you cry out and almost drop your legs onto his back.Â
His fingers carefully slipped out of you to your own dismay. The slow drag against your walls almost painful, that is until his tongue was sliding in to replace them. Giving your inner walls a massage that made your gaze fall white.Â
You felt him hum. Sweet vibrations flowing through your cunt as he slurped down every bit of your juices. His arms snaking around your legs to yank you so much closer as he pushed his tongue impossibly deeper.Â
"Daddy.." You beggedÂ
"Shh, keep moaning for me baby.." He hummed, flicking your clit with his thumb.Â
You obeyed with an arch that probably could've launched you off the bed if not for Armin's tight hold. Your eyes squeezed shut, brain going completely empty.Â
"Such a good girl." He breathed "So good for daddy."Â
The pad of his tongue stretched over both sides of your lips with little nibbles. Sucking the skin into his mouth roughly. You could feel his eyes on you, practically see those bright blues pop with lust as he pressed his tongue back inside with languid thrusts.Â
Your heartbeat pounded in your ear and you felt the hold he had on your legs loosen. His two fingers delving and sliding back into your warm fluttering cunt. The overwhelming pleasure forcing your hands back on the bed holding out for dear life.Â
"Daddy.. daddy please.." You criedÂ
"Getting close baby?" When you nodded vigorously he smirked. "Come on baby almost there." He hummedÂ
He sped up his tongue, fingers stretching you open quickly adding another. Your breath caught with a high pitched cry that left tears flowing over your cheeks. An endless chorus of his name flooding off your lips. His own moans sending vibrations through your core.Â
Your stomach tightened, toes curling in the air as you tried and failed to steady your breathing. One of your hands unfurled itself from the sheets now sticking to your sweat soaked body. Carding it in the beautiful blond locks between your legs.Â
"Baby.. baby I'm about to-" He sucked your clit into his mouth and your eyes went hazy, head falling back.Â
"Finish baby, come on.." He whisperedÂ
Your lips spewed curse words between every breath lost. When his fingers tapped smoothly against your g-spot you knew that was it for you. And with one last shudder you came around his fingers, screaming his name as your orgasm racked over you in a loud burst.Â
And he licked up every drop, nose buried to collect it all like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.Â
"A-Armin.." You shuddered body flush and hazy.Â
His fingers feel wet, a combination of your pussy juices and the sweat between both your bodies. You slowly blinked in the darkness combing strands of his hair back as your lips made contact. The mixture of your taste and his on your tongue, in an almost overwhelming way.Â
You tensed under him. Hands stretching over every part of him you could reach only for him to back away a bit. With your nails still gently grazing over your back he pressed his damp forehead into yours, fingers sweeping over every bit of bare skin.Â
With barely any warning he hoisted you to your feet next to the edge of the bed. And you reached out for his shoulders as he slipped his boxers down his legs. Inching himself back up to the headboard.Â
"Take a seat." He gestures, laying back.Â
He's got a hand around your waist in seconds. His cock soon just below you, so so close to where you wanted it. Where you needed it so badly.Â
Your knees came down on both sides of him, carefully administering your weight evenly until every inch of his hot cock was stretching you open. His tip soon resting firmly against your cervix like it always did and you both relinquished a sweet gasp.Â
"F-fuck.. so full.." You huffedÂ
It felt like it had been so long when in reality it'd probably only been a week. And yet you were moaning like you'd been starved of him. Rocking your hips like he'd punished you with no cock for months.Â
Suddenly his arm wrapped itself around your waist again. He hoisted you up with a strong hold moaning directly in your ear as he thrusted up into you like it was the first time. His knees pressing your thighs open.
A hiss falling off your lips as he kissed over your shoulder and collar. Hands squeezing both your breasts like they were his personal stress balls.Â
You hadn't been aware of how hard Armin was going until the rough knocks of the bed hitting the walls finally began to settle in your ear. But you could barely care Armin's cock was hitting every spot inside of you and your leg was starting to twitch where it was forced outward.Â
His breath grew more ragged with every thrust. Sweat dripping off your forehead onto his. His sweet murmurs of praise turning you on even harder.
"Love, you take me so well.. You're doing so amazingâŠ." He moanedÂ
You leaned your head into him, feeling that sweet familiarity deep in the pit of your stomach. You reached around to the back of his head, yanking a little rougher than intended on his scalp.Â
The uneven slaps of your skin meeting managed to keep the two of you distracted until the sound of the door practically slamming into the wall shook you both to a halt.Â
Levi's dry sigh filled the once noisy bedroom. "Do you two have to make so much noise? I'm busy with a work project."Â
Despite Levi's gripes Armin angled his cock back towards your g-spot barely grazing it but it was enough to force a little mewl from your lips.Â
He laughed, pulling you a little closer. "Mm sorry Levi. Didn't know we were being so loud."Â
There was a small glint in Levi's eyes. The quick dart of his pupils to where you and Armin were joined and then back up to your face putting a devious grin on your face.Â
"You should take a break, daddy." You saidÂ
"Tch." Levi huffed, "This thing needs to be done by tomorrow. I don't have time for this."Â
You reached out for him with one arm. An arm that unsurprisingly didn't even reach close to him from his stance near the bedroom door. By this point Armin's thrusts were going at almost the same pace as before. Not as rough but enough to resume the gentle rock of the bed.Â
You let out a soft moan as Levi took the bait, slowly walking over to the bed. His finger carding affectionately through your tousled hair. He leaned in, pecking your kiss swollen lips.Â
If there was anything you knew for a fact about Levi it was that he always had a hard time saying no to you.Â
To be completely honest it didn't surprise you that Levi was already more than a little hard. Though it did surprise you how easily he gave in today. Watching with unchanged expression as you pulled his belt from the loops and buckle, undoing it with a light clatter which quickly followed the almost inaudible sound of his zipper being pulled down..Â
You let out a relaxed hum, lip pressed between your teeth at the sight before you. His thick cock poking out over the hem of his underwear. You grasped at the sheets with one hand a little shaky as you slipped his boxers down over his ass until they pooled at his ankles.Â
Armin slipped his hand under you right up against your stomach. Levi immediately followed suit already knowing what he was doing. He stepped over to the edge of the bed as Armin laid you down on your stomach. Levi's wet tip dangling in front of your lips. Before you could even register it Armin had your hips in the air slipping all the way back inside with a loud gasp.Â
Meanwhile you were wetting your lips. Hand curving up and down the length of his dick. You inched forward on your elbows to slowly surround Levi's dick in the warm confines of your mouth. The hiss he let out sending shivers over your spine.
"How's it feel? I know how much you love taking two dicks." Levi gruntedÂ
Armin reached forward, tugging your hips in close with one hand. The other hand on your ass as leverage. Allowing him to ease out to his tip before slamming back inside. Your eyes rolling back with pleasure.Â
As if it wasn't already difficult enough to take Levi he wasn't even fully hard yet. Just expanding in your mouth as you coaxed your throat into relaxing enough to slide every thick inch down.Â
"I know that pretty mouth can do so much better than this." He reaches out with zero warning to grab a fist full of your hair. Yanking you forward with barely any restraint.Â
Though you must admit the sound that leaves his throat when he does is almost worth the tears pricking over your hollowed cheeks.Â
"Baby I'm so fucking close.. I'm gonna fill your pussy." Armin sighs, his hand comes down to wrap around the base of your throat angling your mouth into Levi's rough thrusts.Â
Your heart is hammering but you close your mouth as best as possible without biting to take Levi's cock. Already feeling the effects on your jaw as he presses in a little harder with a deep moan.Â
By now his cock is fully hard rocking you back into Armin with deep rough thrusts that almost make you gag.Â
"That's my g-irl.." Levi grunts, even though they're small his nails dig into your scalp so roughly you could swear you felt something trickling down to the back of your neck.Â
You grip the bed sheets with both your toes and fingers, the creaking around you unmistakable.Â
"I'm cumming.. I'm cumming!" Armin cries out and you'd honestly give anything to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back and the little smile that curves against his lips as he climaxes.Â
You finish just a couple seconds ahead of him. Eyes unfocused where they roll into shut. Little sounds muffled by the thick dick stretching open your throat. The feeling of Armin's cum flooding your walls makes you whimper and he lets out the softest moan as his orgasm slowly whittles away.Â
Your gaze soon fixes on Levi only to be met with the prettiest tint of pink brushed right up against his cheeks. His eyes pressed tightly closed, lips parted over every harsh breath.Â
It didn't take long for the sweet drag of Armin's cock to begin again. His light touches to your spine making you arch a little higher.Â
"You look so fucking pretty, you know that?" Armin mummered, cock slamming into your g-spot. "Doesn't she look gorgeous, Levi?" He asked with a little whimper.Â
Levi's eyes fluttered open a hint of a smirk cresting on his lips. "Like she's gonna.. pass out.." He combed your hair back again gripping it a little tighter forcing your head up. He paused at the back of your throat. "Can't take it baby? Want me to pull out?"Â
You grunted at every slam of Levi's dick until that all too familiar sound flooded your ears, followed by almost every curse in the english language.Â
"You're doing so well.. f-uck.." He moaned "Swallow my cum.. swallow it. I'm almost there.."Â
Levi hoisted his leg up against the already shaky foot of the bed using as much leverage as possible. His fingers tugging your head forward on every pump of his thick cock. Mixing with the loud gasps of Armin behind you as he also neared his end.Â
And with one more deep thrust Levi was spilling down your throat with a choked groan. Cock head nestled deep in your tired throat holding you still as his orgasm flooded from his body.Â
You were a little relieved when he stepped back allowing your jaw to relax. The still wet tip pressing sweetly against your lips.Â
"Such a pretty girl.." He said, so low you thought you imagined it.Â
"Switch with me." You heard Armin sayÂ
You sighed as his cock left you, feeling yourself immediately being flipped onto your back. His large hands coming down from where he now stood over you to perfectly envelop your breasts. Meanwhile Levi was pulling your hips close and sliding in as effortlessly as he always did.Â
"Levi!" You threw your head backÂ
Armin smirked over you, his hands kneading a little rougher. You arched into his touch pressing the balls of your heels into Levi's back, pushing him just a little deeper-Â
God it was perfect. The feeling of his dick so much different from Armin's but honestly just as perfect. The moan you let out was downright pornographic and you pressed your head back into Armin's thigh.Â
One of Armin's hands came up to your face brushing aside your hair soaked in tears. "You look perfect. But I wanna make you more perfect."Â
He pulled himself off the bed, sliding a hand over your cheek. "I wanna paint your face baby. It's so perfect.." He mumbled already pumping his long dick over your face. "You'll let me right.." He whimperedÂ
When he leaned in again it was to press a little kiss to your lips. "P-please.."Â
The curve of his lips made your heart flutter in your chest. "Mm.. let Levi see when I'm finished."Â
One of Armin's hands sat rather aggressively on the edge of the bed. And you could see the way every vein in his hand moved. Grip tightening a little with every pump of his cock, back and forth his knuckles practically ripping through his skin.Â
You gasped as Levi leaned over you, fat cock pressing into your G-spot. "Stop ignoring me." He gruntedÂ
He slid his teeth beneath your earlobe administering a barrage of sweet nibbles mixed with more aggravated bites.Â
"Levi.. Levi!!"Â
Armin gasped above you, "Almost there.." He moanedÂ
A bright white was starting to take over your vision as you shut your eyes, mouth hung open for Armin's cock with absolutely no sound coming out as Levi continued to use your tired pussy.Â
Small huffs of fuck littering the air. You bore your nails into Levi's back and chest. His leg shaking against you as he pushed through his last thrusts.Â
"I-I'm.. I- shit!" Armin came first, missing Levi's head by a hair (literally) as ropes of hot cum plopped onto your face, you barely registering it as your own orgasm hit you like a two ton truck. Levi's thumb coaxing small spasms from you through your clit.Â
Levi huffed, face scrunched, lip bitten and eyes shut as he came for the second time with a hard gasp.Â
The room went quiet for what couldn't have been any longer than 2 minutes before Armin was pulling himself up from where he'd slumped over the bed.Â
"Levi, look how sexy she looks with my cum all over her face." He cooedÂ
It stuck to your eyelids as you blinked though ultimately chose to keep your eyes shut. You felt Levi's small chuckle and the brief feeling of him slipping out of you to your own disappointment.
"Open baby." Armin saidÂ
As soon as you did his fingers slipped into your mouth. The salty/sweet residue of his cum littering your tongue. Quickly joined by Levi who swiped his thumb across your eyelids before pressing it into your mouth.Â
"How're you feeling?" Armin asked as you opened your eyes slowly.Â
You blinked in their faces standing above you with a small smile. "Tired."Â
"You can't sleep until you've washed off. It'll be better for you anyway." Levi replied, heading into the bathroom.Â
Armin quickly followed after carefully lifting your fatigued body off the bed. It took a couple minutes for Levi to get the temperature to perfect but once he did you slowly felt yourself sinking into perfectly warm water.Â
The soreness in every part of your body already beginning to dissipate as you leaned back against the edge of the tub.Â
"We did a number on you hmm?" Armin asked, carding your hair back.Â
"I'll make you some tea once you're cleaned up. Then we can cuddle under your favorite blanket." Levi saidÂ
"Thank you guys but I feel like I could fall asleep here." You say lifting your thighs for Levi to clean under.Â
"I promise I'll pay you back big time tomorrow." Armin replied, rubbing your arm with soap.Â
Your lips curled up deviously, "Now that I look forward to." You grab his chin pulling him into you, pecking his lips.Â
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The Catalyst
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: sexual tension, mention of Cara Dune is its own warning
Rating: T
Summary: You don't know why you thought you could make it one day without fighting with Mando. The tension has been building for a while and it looks like you're about to reach the conclusion of it.
A/N: I originally sent this in as a thot as an anon hoping I would finally stop thinking about it, but alas I couldnât so here we are. I originally uploaded this on AO3 a week ago and realized that I never put it on here.
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The cheers of the villagers are a complete contrast to the earlier events filled with screams, flesh tearing, and blasters firing. The threat of the raiders is over. Mando and you have made it out alive with zero casualties. The only acknowledgement between the two of you after Cara and him solved the problem of the AT-ST is a stiff nod. Anything more than that would reveal your hidden feelings; you're not ready to unpack that one just yet. The adrenaline of the ordeal is shifting into a state of exhaustion. The familiar ache seeping into your joints and muscles that usually follows post-battle.
Mando is tired too. You can see it in the way he slumps his shoulders and his slower than normal strides with Cara. You walk to your temporary living situation and don't even bother to remove your clothes that more than likely have blood on it. You'll deal with your dirty sheets in the morning. You sit down on the edge of your cot and your boots are mocking you. Why did you have to pick shoe wear that involves you bending to untie them? Your muscles are screaming at you to relieve the tension building. There aren't that many comforts in the galaxy, but even the cot felt like a 5 star hotel bed when you feel like this. Mando comes into the hut shortly after though he never removes his armor. You respect his creed, but there wasn't a threat anymore. It can't be comfortable sleeping like that, but telling him would make it seem like you care. You don't, of course.
You don't usually feel the need to fill the silence, but you find yourself filling it. Goodnight. There's a pause from the other side of the hut and your mind starts running that you crossed an unspoken invisible line that the two of you created. Then you hear it. Goodnight.
There's warmth from the sun rays spilling onto your features when the sun starts to rise. You can see children running around off in the distance and you can't help the smile forming on your face hearing their laughter. They more than likely haven't known peace since the raiders started their wrath. It felt good to have played a role in that.
The stretch you do lying in the cot feels wonderful on your back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mando in a similar state of relaxation. His hands are folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. He must have noticed you were awake, because he immediately breaks the moment by leaving. Does he ever stay still? You can't help the drawn out sigh that falls from your lips and close your eyes to take in the sounds surrounding you.
The sound of heavy footsteps cause you to open your eyes along with the feeling of something being placed on your on the edge of your cot. Breakfast. He brought you breakfast. Good morning, thanks. Morning. He says with a grunt at your appreciation of bringing you food. You lift yourself up with a groan to a seated position and enjoy the moment. It was too quiet.
Youâre not even sure how you got here. The reason for your argument in the first place was drowned out by your inner need for dominance. You were at a slight disadvantage due to the towering presence of beskar, but what you did have going for you was your stubbornness and smart retort to his intimidation tactics.  Youâre both vibrating with unresolved tension with no chance of release; nothing to redirect what youâre feeling so resorting to your usual vices which is screaming at each other. Â
It wasnât always like this. You used to make him laugh underneath that tin can sometimes. Sometime between being just a crew member to whatever it was that was beginning to develop between the two of you that was when the fights started. It was easier than dealing with the latter. The galaxy was too harsh for allowing anyone to feel love without anguish following closely behind. The only communication you seemed to agree on was silence, yelling, and sarcasm. It was easier that way.
Youâre in Sorgan and itâs pouring outside. Heâs trying to get you to go inside, but youâre so damn stubborn you refuse just out of spite. It doesnât even matter that your clothes are soaked causing your bodyâs response to the freezing temperature. He can probably hear your teeth chattering from where heâs standing. The thunder and lightning isnât helping. It adds another layer of the already volatile situation youâve both found yourselves in. Why is it so fucking cold?
Dammit youâll get sick. Youâre not useful to me if youâre bedridden.
Thatâs it. Thatâs the catalyst. You're not sure if he can even see the glare you're giving him in the darkness, but you hope he does. You canât stand to be in the same room with him anymore. Even just the thought of hearing him breathe at this point is a nuisance. Itâs almost too much. It will kill you, youâre sure of it. Iâm bunking with Cara. Heâs lost his patience. You can tell from the heaving of his chest, but you canât find it in you to care. You donât need to see his face to know there is a scowl under there. Youâre surprised you canât see smoke coming out of that helmet. Why isnât he saying anything? His body is so rigid and tense. You might have gone too far this t-
What are you doing?!
 Heâs thrown you over his shoulders to carry you back to the hut you share. Itâs like you donât even weigh anything even with the extra weight your soaked clothes add. You would be impressed with his strength if you werenât supposed to pretend how much you hated it so you thrash your legs in protest. You liked the screaming better. Now you feel like heâs treating you like a petulant child by giving you the silent treatment. Heâs trying to make you look like the one with the temper tantrum because there might be witnesses. Youâd be surprised if you didnât wake up the whole village. He can probably feel how freezing you are and puts you down. Without saying another word he kneels down in front of the fireplace to create warmth in the room. The only sounds filling the room are the crackle of the fire and your own shallow breaths.
Your clothes. Take it off or I will.
You know you canât keep your clothes on. You know you need to change into something dry, but you refuse again just to establish youâre the one in control. Youâre in control. Not him. Realistically youâre aware you could get sick and you would probably need to stay in bed. Then you briefly wonder if he has a filter in that helmet because youâd definitely sneeze in his face if he didnât. Â How can you change when heâs made no move to even turn around?
Itâs nothing I havenât seen before.
What?
You had argued about god knows what and you left to blow off steam the day before. By the time you made it back the hue in the hut changed from that orange soft glow that golden hour usually brings to a soft blue. It would have been pretty if you werenât so damn annoyed still. Mando was asleep thankfully so no awkward dance of trying to ignore the other in close quarters. You watched the soft rise and fall of his chest signaling he was indeed asleep. He was almost tolerable when he was sleeping even with the snoring. Almost cute. Almost. It didnât matter that you never saw what was under the helmet, but you would never give him any indication of that. You were so tired. You were physically drained from the day so you took off your clothes haphazardly and changed into a nightshirt to sleep your frustrations away. Tomorrow will be better.
You were awake the whole time and didnât say anything? You seethed.
You seemed to be having trouble and I didnât want to hear your complaining when you inevitably tripped.
Heâs challenging you. Youâre both very well aware the dam could break based on your next move and heâs not going to lay out all his cards. Would the fighting even stop? Even with the resolve of all your combined tension? Youâre taking too long and heâs staring. Itâs hard to tell when all you see is a black abyss in place for eyes, but you can feel them boring into yours with loathing or is it desire?
Youâre going to get sick if you donât change.
He cares, but he would never give you any indication of that. He takes a step towards you to let you know he wasnât lying about his earlier statement. If youâre going to do this youâre going to make a fuss about it. Itâs childish, yes, but you donât have it in you to care. Itâs better than laying out all your cards. He canât enjoy this if youâre glaring at him. I hate you. No, you donât.
Never losing eye contact you start untying your boots. Glare. The cool air is doing nothing to calm your heated skin after your shirt is removed, but you canât decide if the temperature is rising from anger or something else. Donât enjoy this. Too late. The rain is still roaring outside and thereâs almost an electric charge in the room waiting to spark. Itâs too quiet. Then he says,
Glare all you want but this is doing something for me.
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Title: Moments Requested by: @hacker-ghost
Request: 5 times Corpse almost kissed the reader and one time he actually did. Where corpse and reader are like bff roommates, oblivious to how much the act like a couple even though everyone tells them that. (additionally I'd love to end it with something like it turns out that Jack Felix and others were betting when it would finally happen đ
) (A/N: Sorry I couldnât work the bet part into this with the way that I was going with it.)
Word Count:Â 3739
Warnings: Little swearing, Angst, mutual pining, little fluff. (c/b/f/n) = Childhood Best Friends Name.
Note: Just to be clear I will not write things that would make Corpse uncomfortable and If he ever says that he is uncomfortable with fanfiction being written about him I will delete this. *** Y/N and Corpse had known each other for several years, 4 years to be exact and they have been best friends for three of those and roommates for two, and for the last year Y/N had been developing feelings for the man. She thought that he had the same feelings for her but over the past few months she had begun to doubt it, there had been several times that she thought that he was gonna make a move and kiss her but every time he would pull back or something would cause an interruption and he would pretend that it never even almost happened.Â
It was starting to frustrate her because she actually wants him to kiss her, but sheâs too afraid to take the leap herself and make it happen.
The First Almost Kiss:
Over the past few days Y/N had noticed that her best friend and roommate Corpse had been acting a little weird around her and when she asked about it he just brushed it off.Â
âItâs nothing Y/Nâ would be the answer that she got each time she asked and each time she sighed not believing him but she didnât press it. It was a few days later that it almost happened for the first time, the two were sitting on the couch having a scary movie marathon, just cause they could and Y/N loved scary movies, all the curtains were drawn to the point that it was dark in the apartment and the only source of light being from the TV playing the first Paranormal Activity movie. Y/N had her head laying on his shoulder something that wasnât unusual for their movie marathons, when there was a jump scare and she jumped letting out a little squeal, which made him laugh. She playfully glared looking up at him, she loved hearing his laugh. He looked down at her with a teasing grin on his face, they locked eyes and she couldnât help but let the glare slip off her face, she could get lost in his eyes. His eyes broke contact and flicked down to her lips and then back to her gorgeous (y/e/c) and he leaned in slightly as if he were going to kiss her and, her breath caught in her throat, and her hands got a little clammy, and then all of a sudden he pulled back and cleared his throat. Y/N dropped her head, her cheeks heating up from the embarrassment, that she had actually wanted him to kiss her and she thought he was going to only for him to pull away, she wasnât surprised, no one that she liked in the past had ever liked her back so why would he be any different? She blinked back tears of disappointment, and focused on the movie as an awkward silence settled between the two, it got so tense that Y/N had to leave the room because she couldnât take it. After she was in the safety of her bedroom she let out a sigh. He watched as her door shut and he kicked himself âFuck, nice going now you upset her. Why the fuck did you even try that? Of course sheâs not going to like you the same way that you like her.â She was upset but just not for the reasons that he was thinking, he thought she was upset because he had tried to kiss her, when she was really upset because he didnât kiss her. ***
Things got a little weird between them after that but Y/N tried her best to just brush it off, like she wasnât slowly falling for him more and more, but she never let it show cause of course he wouldnât feel the same way about her. The next time it almost happened was a month and a half later.
The Second Almost Kiss:
Y/N sighed she had been feeling a little down ever since the incident but she refused to bring it up, he could tell that something was bothering her but she wasnât budging on giving up what it was. No matter how hard he tried. Y/N had been in the kitchen making lunch for the two of them when all of a sudden she heard a crashing sound and immediately she ran towards the noise and what she found was Corpse, in front of a broken mirror and she sighed âCome hereâ He looked at her noticing the startled look she had on her face, âSorry.â She gave him a smile shaking her head âItâs okay, Corpse, you donât need to be sorry the noise just scared me a little thatâs allâ and then she made him sit down before she pulled a first aid kit out from under the sink and she started cleaning his hand, disinfecting it. She leaned a little closer to him to get a better angle while cleaning the cuts on his knuckles from the broken glass., she was putting the bandage on his hand and she looked up not realizing how close together they were, she ended up staring into his eyes, and if she were to lean forward just a half and inch their lips would be touching. She unintentionally pressed a little too hard on the bandage, as she was pressing it down making sure it was secure, that made Corpse wince and slightly hiss in pain and he pulled back, she gave him a sheepish look as both of their faces heated up slightly embarrassed at how close they had gotten. âSorry, I didnât mean t-to press that hard.â she avoided eye contact as she stood âthere you go all cleaned up. Iâm just gonna get the rest of this glass up and uhh thereâs food on the counter. I was just finishing up making lunch when I heard the glass breaking.â Then she carefully cleaned up the rest of the broken glass. He nodded at her âUh Thanks.â âStupid, remember the last time you tried that, she got upset.â âWhat the hell was that? Why are you so damn careless? Literally could have kissed him there, if you werenât so carelessâ Were the thoughts that simultaneously popped into their heads as they quietly walked into the kitchen, a tense silence falling over them for the second time.Â
The third time that he almost kissed her happened exactly two weeks after the second incident. Y/N felt even more down than before she really beat herself up for messing up the second time, and she just kept reminding herself that sheâs reading too much into that he doesn't have the same feelings for her that she does for him. The Third Almost Kiss:Â
It had been two weeks since the mirror incident and Y/N had finally managed to convince Corpse to get out of the apartment for a little while, it was around 8 PM and she convinced him to go on a walk with her, since it was late and there wouldnât be that many people around and he reluctantly agreed.Â
So they went for a walk. It was a nice night out a little cloudy, and he couldnât help but smile at the smile on her face as they walked back towards their apartment. It was almost 10 now even if he wouldn't admit it he had enjoyed going out on the walk with her, the two were about a block away from home when it started raining.Â
Y/N grinned, she had always loved the rain, she used to play in it as a child, and getting caught in the rain like that made a feeling of nostalgia flood through her. Corpse ran in the direction of the apartment but stopped noticing that Y/N hadnât followed so he looked back and saw her smiling, with her arms open, and she started spinning around in the rain laughing and seeing her that happy made a smile slip onto his face. He decided then that he loved seeing that smile on her face, she stopped spinning and grinned at him âCome on, spin around with me⊠I love playing in the rain.â she gave him a little pout and he sighed but walked back to where she was and she made him spin in circles with her as the rain pelted down soaking both of them. He smiled the smile she had on her face right now was worth standing out in the rain for. He spun her around, kinda like they were dancing in the rain and they both had the biggest smiles in their faces and they both leaned in slightly and right as they were about to kiss a car drove past, running right through a puddle and splashed them both making them pull apart. Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks tinting red, she cleared her throat âwe should probably head back before we get anymore soaked from the rainâ He agreed and they headed back to the apartment with a bit of an awkward silence enveloping them as they walked home.Â
The fourth time was a few days after the almost kiss in the rain.Â
The Fourth Almost Kiss:
The cough coming from the other room was what distracted Corpse from the editing of the video that he was supposed to post next weekend. Quickly looking at the bottom corner of the computer screen checking the hours, the young man saw that exactly three hours had passed since the last time he checked her. He paused everything he was doing, got up from his chair, left his recording room and headed to the kitchen where he picked up a small bottle of water and some strawberry cookies, which were Y/Nâs favorites.
Without delay he knocked on the girlâs bedroom door, waiting for the little hoarse âCome inâ that came in response, and entered it. He found her sitting on her white gaming chair, with some headphones on her head and totally focused on the computer screen, which showed the construction of a witch house that she seemed to be making in Minecraft.
âHere, eat this and hydrate yourself.â He placed the items on her lap which was covered with a fluffy blanket that she had to cover her legs, and was careful not to step on the other empty water bottles that she had on the floor next to the desk. He also guaranteed that he was out of the camera frame and was not seen by any of her viewers.
"Thank you." She said, coughing again. She was pale but with red cheeks, her face was glistening with sweat and she looked sleepy and tired.
"Take a short break. It's been 20 hours, it's almost over." He informed her, checking now the watch on his wrist (it had been a birthday present from the girl in front of him), and making sure he was right in what he said.
Y/N was making her monthly challenge of streaming for 24 hours straight, just pausing to go to the bathroom and eating something. Corpse had gone to sleep and woken up with her still on the computer, and every three hours he checked on her.
Still looking at the screen she opened the package of cookies, took one and stuck it in her mouth, eating it quickly. Then she opened the water bottle and sipped it all in big sips, and the empty bottle went to join the others on the floor to be filled with tap water later.
The cough came back again, however.
"Are you okay?"
"My throat hurts a little." She informed in a tired voice and eating another cookie.
Corpse narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and without further ado he approached and touched her forehead and cheeks (his hand and the black sleeve of his hoodie being the only thing they could see). "Y/N! You are hot, you must have a fever."
"No I'm not, I'm okay."
"Yes you are, finish the stream now."
"I can't, it's almost over."
"Don't be stubborn, of course you can. They agree with me, stop and go to bed."
And it was true, her chat was in an uproar with thousands of people sending messages so quickly that it was almost impossible to read, extremely concerned about the girl and also telling her to end the livestream.
"Alright..." Y/N quickly said goodbye, extremely sorry but at the same time too tired to fight against them.
He calmly helped her walk to the bed (after that she almost fell when she got up) and when the stream and the computer were off. He snuggled her up in the bed, and left quickly to fetch more water and some medication that they had in home.
When Corpse returned he watched her put herself in a more sitting position, and gave her the pills which she swallowed quickly, then coughed a little. Corpse sat on the bed next to her, touching her forehead again, feeling her skin almost boiling against his cold hand.
"You pushed yourself too hard, Y/N."
"Maybe, but... I feel like I'm disappointing them, however." She said sadly.
"You're not, you have to take better care of yourself."
"Look who's talking." Y/N provoked.
"Shut up." He laughed, pulling her hair back behind her ear and watching her fever-red cheeks.
"Thanks Corpse, if you weren't looking after me, I don't think I would."
"You do the same for me..."
They shared a smile and a sweet look. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, the two snuggled together. "You should stay away, I donât want to make you sick."
"You need me here."
"You can't live without me." She said with a malicious gleam.
"No, I can't."
And then, without really knowing how, they gradually got closer to each other ... ending the distance centimeters that separated them slowly, now so close that their breathing is mixed and their lips almost touched ...
Until Y / N quickly pulled away to have a coughing fit, and looked at him embarrassed.
"I-"
"I'm going to get the thermometer, we have to measure your temperature." Corpse ran away so fast that it left Y/N unresponsiveâŠ
And the next day he was sick too.
The Fifth Almost Kiss: Y/N sighed she had finally given in to go on a blind date that her (c/b/f/n) had set up she wasnât looking forward to it but she had to forget about him somehow since it had been made clear at least in her head that Corpse didnât return her feelings, so she had agreed to the blind date as a way to forget about her feelings for her roommate. Corpse had been pacing around his room while Y/N got ready for her blind date, he really didnât want her to go, a feeling of jealousy bubbled up in his chest thinking about it and right then he told himself that he was gonna try and stop her from going. Y/n had spent the past half hour trying on different outfit with (c/b/f/n) on facetime, and was finally in an approved outfit, that made her roll her eyes she really didnât want to be doing this but she felt like she didnât have a choice at this point so she would push down the feeling that bubbled up every time, she thought about it. After about 10 more minutes she was finally ready and ended the facetime call, she gave herself a once over her bathroom mirror, before walking out into her room, she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag. A thought lingered in her mind as she walked towards her bedroom door âmaybe I could pretend I got sick last minute and back out.â then she shook her head knowing that (c/b/f/n) would never believe it, wouldn't be the first time that excuse had been used to get out of a date. âSuck it up Y/N and stop being such a little bitch, itâs just a date, youâve been on them beforeâÂ
She walked out of her bedroom, Corpse looked at her and faltered ever so slightly, she looked beautiful, he always thought she looked beautiful but at that moment she took his breath away.Â
âWho are you going out with again?â âIâve never met him actually (c/b/f/n) set it up, itâs a blind date.â âWhy agree to go out with someone youâve never met?â Y/n shrugged âi donât know, try something new I guess.â she walked towards the door âIâll be late if I donât leave now, so Iâll be home later.â she opened the door but before she could walk out he gently grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. âDonât go.â Y/N looked up at him âwhy? Why donât you want me to go?â He looked down into her eyes for a moment before he dropped his hand from her arm, but he hesitated and once again didn't kiss her. She sighed "I'll see you later."Â
Then she walked out of the door. Â
Corpse ran his hand through his hair "dammit, that was your chance why didn't you take it?"Â
Y/N took a deep breath as she got out of her car at the restaurant that she was supposed to be meeting her date at.Â
She waited outside the restaurant for three hours and her date never showed, she rolled her eyes and couldn't help but feel slightly down about it.Â
She got back into her car and drove home.Â
She walked in and didn't see Corpse so she figured he was in his recording room, she doesn't want to bother him even if all she wants is one of his hugs that always makes her feel better.Â
She kicked her shoes off by the door and dropped down on the couch pulling her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees and she sighed a feeling of sadness settling in her chest. She really just didn't want to be alone right now so she got up and knocked on the door she heard "Come in."Â
She walked in "hey."Â
He looked at her "hey Y/N, how'd it go?" He questioned.Â
She sighed trying to not seem as bummed out as she really was âit didnâtâ She didn't do a very good job at hiding it cause he caught it almost immediately. âWhat happened?âÂ
âDidnât show⊠all the effort I put into this, only to be left standing outside where we were supposed to meet by myself looking pathetic for 3 hours.â she sighed. All he did was stand up from his computer chair and pull the girl into a hug. ***
Corpse had reluctantly gone out with Y/N, she had convinced him to go to the beach with her, it was the middle of the week in October so there shouldnât be too many people around. She smiled at him as they sat on the sand âSee not so bad is it?â He gave her a look âI guess notâ was the answer that he gave and everything was going just fine until about an hour later. Someone nearby had recognized his voice but wasnât sure where it had come from so Y/N got him up off the sand and ushered him towards the car âLetâs just get out of here alright? They havenât located where we are so we can slip past without being noticed okay?â The man in question nodded at her not saying anything to avoid further being noticed and the two successfully made it to the car without incident Y/N pulled the keys out of her pocket and they got into the car and she started driving them back to their apartment. Y/N pulled over about halfway home because the man beside her was having what seemed to her to be a panic attack, his hands were shaking uncontrollably and she noticed the ragged breathing and deduced that he was having a panic attack so she pulled over to try and help him calm down, she unbuckled her seat belt and completely turned in her seat to face him âHey, look at me.â She tried to get his attention but it wasnât working; he was too lost in his own world of panic. So she grabbed his face and gently turned his head to look at her âCorpse, look at me, I need you to focus on the sound of my voice, okay?â but he was still not responding to her and then suddenly she remembered reading something about panic attacks and holding your breath so she blew out a breath and muttered âgod I hope this works.â She grabbed his face and leaned over the middle console of the car and she kissed him, the kiss lasted maybe 15 seconds before it was over and he let out a shaky breath but it wasnât feeling like his throat was closing up on him anymore. âWhy did you do that?â Y/N let out a breath as well before answering âI read somewhere that holding your breath could stop a panic attack, so uhh when I kissed you, you held your breath and it looks like what I read was right because it stopped.â They are staring into each other's eyes now Y/N had a soft smile on her face as he stared back at her with a small smile present on his face as well âwas that the only reason you kissed me to get me to hold my breath?â
Y/Nâs face turned red âI- uh⊠Letâs go home yeah?.â he agreed and she got turned back around the right and finished driving them home. Once they got into the safety of their apartment Corpse looked at Y/N âSo are you gonna answer my question or not?â her face heated up once again as she stuttered âUh- I- Uhhâ then she tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm lightly to stop her. And he turned her around to face him and whispered âBecause I am hoping it wasnât the only reason.â then he kissed her again only this time he was the one that instigated the kiss, Y/N smiled into the kiss before she kissed him back.Â
THE END
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