#do you guys have no manners. no respect for the people that live in your phone :(

[stuffedeggplants]

What do you guys make of the lines in red? This is Hard Contact, blue dialogue is Fi, and I think the yellow is Niner (whose POV section this is.) 

I’m confused about what the characters are trying to say here. Is Niner using ‘clones’ to mean the baseline clones, not including commandos? If so, then how do you square that with the second underlined sentence from the point of view of those clones? Or is that Niner making assumptions about what they must be thinking? Or to go in a completely different direction, are these two sentences indicative of Niner having maybe...certain opinions and feelings that he’s not really consciously aware of having regarding Skirata? 

[facets-and-rainbows]

Guys I gotta talk about Yugioh characters' pronouns

and by pronouns I mean the second-person pronouns that they use for other people

and by yugioh characters I mean exclusively bakura

Okay so in Japanese, pronouns have synonyms. You have OPTIONS for which "you" to use for someone, and it depends on your relationship and how polite you're being:

Safest option for you, the learner, is actually to refer to them in third person, by their name (or title, or nickname). This is both nice and respectful.

貴方（あなた） is the formal polite one that's most often taught to beginners.

君（きみ） is informal and friendly-sounding, for friends! Don't use it for like your boss.

お前（おまえ） is informal and rough-sounding, like walking up to someone and going "hey man"

てめぇ is actively insulting. You are possibly picking a fight. Either this is a close friend who likes tossing around friendly insults, or you want them to meet you behind the denny's for an asskicking. Maybe both.

貴様（きさま）is also insulting. Was once a polite term that got used SO SARCASTICALLY that now it's almost like saying A POX ON YOUR HOUSE. You are probably an anime character with anime enemies.

And fiction makes full use of all this to help you understand how characters feel about each other.

For example, in Yugioh we have Ryou Bakura, a decently polite and mild-mannered teenager. He says the friendly-sounding 君 to most people, at least when he's not just using their names/titles.

He is possessed by the evil spirit Yami Bakura, who is allergic to respect and has a standing invitation to literally anyone to meet him behind the denny's for an asskicking. Yami Bakura only says 君 when he is pretending to be the nice Bakura. When he's being himself he actually defaults to a mix of てめぇ and 貴様, the insulting ones.

But the part I like is their use of お前.

See, Yami Bakura is a guy who says お前 to be nice. Or at least as nice as he's capable of being. In his hands it can end up sounding creepily familiar, like "hey buddy we're cool right? you don't mind the murder do you pal?"

He'll say お前 occasionally to a lot of people, but I can only think of one that he uses it consistently for, and that's his host. Even when he's mad at him.

お...お前は...！　獏良了！！ (Y-You're... Bakura Ryou!!)

Ryou Bakura, meanwhile, also uses お前 for exactly one person as far as I can tell. And that person is Yami Bakura. The demon living in his brain doesn't get the friendly "you."

ボクは獏良了。お前に友達は殺させない。ボクも闘う。 (This is Bakura Ryou. I won't let you kill my friends. I'll fight too.)

It's just so hilarious to me that they use the same "you" for each other, but one says it to be "nice" and the other says it to be mean. Like that's great. Isn't that great??

11/10 they should have interacted for more than like three scenes

[lavendertales]

Below the surface—Marc Spector x f!reader**

summary: you quite like the Moon Knight attire, as Marc and the boys are about to find out.

word count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: established relationship; cunnilingus from behind, doggy, anal & cum play, little edging & dirty talk thanks to Jake Lockley, squirting, Steven makes an appearance too. 

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

A/N: This is exactly what you think it is: fucking in the Moon Knight suit. song inspo. 

gif: @theavengers 

read on AO3 

Marc Spector is different. Not in the way people usually claim in order to make themselves feel better about their choices. He truly is.

That’s because he lives his daily life with two other guys crammed inside his head.

No, that is not a euphemism. He introduced you to them and everything.

So yeah, Marc is different. So are Steven Grant and Jake Lockley, his partners in crime, as you began referring to them. It was always interesting trying to figure out who was going to take the reins during conversations—or more importantly, during your intimate moments with Marc.

You’d been a little reluctant to get involved with Marc at first; you knew him from way back when you struck up a lame conversation during a site digging in Egypt and have kept in touch over the years, but learning about his divorce from Layla—a gorgeous, intelligent and overall badass woman—hasn’t excited you because… well. You’ve always thought of Marc as devilishly attractive, but you saw a particular disturbance in his aura, so you’ve kept your respectable distance. Even a little more once he was single. You thought you’d give both him and Layla the curtesy of mourning their relationship if need be, and let them figure out their lives first before doing anything you might regret.

Turns out, Marc was also very ballsy when he wanted something.

Or rather, Jake was. You later found out that the reason your impromptu dinner invitation was forwarded and then accepted was because Jake decided to play that day.

But those two weren’t the only interesting fact about Marc Spector. No, of course not. Why would it be just that?

Marc was also under a God’s service named Khonshu, to punish those who deserve it. So, from time to time, he’d strap on this mysterious suit and go all vigilante on some poor unfortunate souls.

The thing is, you’ve only ever caught glimpses of the suit, of the bold Moon Knight. You couldn’t even make up much of it—you figured Marc wanted to keep you as distant as possible from the dangers of his endeavors in spite of his willingness to be truthful towards you.

Only glimpses. Till today.

He thinks you’re not at home. He thinks you’ve gone to do your research at the local library. So he walks inside the apartment, careful and yet carefree simultaneously, unaware of your glare just yet. He’s tugging at the hem of the—bandages? Is the suit made entirely of bandages? Reminds you a little of a mummy, but not so much because… this is different.

Oh, this is completely different.

You don’t say anything; you’re locked in a trance, really, simply admiring the bulky silhouette make his way about the apartment, appearing as if arranging his suit, and you cannot look away. You know underneath it is your beloved Marc and his two counterparts. The image and the knowledge work together in some sinful manner to make your blood boil in your veins and spread heat throughout your whole body, settling somewhere down below, far below the surface, simmering dangerously.

“Baby, hey!”

It’s Marc. He’s surprised to see you just standing there, paper in hand, looking at him. He’s covered from head to toe, even his face. His eyes are —hell, they’re white and bright, and under any normal circumstances, you might be afraid in the slightest, confused. But you’re not. You know who is standing right now before you.

“I thought you were—“he begins, approaching you steadily and carefully.

“I’m not. So. This the infamous Moon Knight.”

Your tone is flat, with a hint of sultry underlining it. Marc picks up on rather quickly—after all, it’s been almost a year since the two of you, as well as Steven and Jake, have been involved with each other.

“Yeah. This is—him,” Marc concludes, still hesitant.

“Why didn’t you want me to see this again?”

“Because it’s dangerous, baby. If anything were to happen…”

It’s you who approaches him, taking the reins in your hands, and thus surprising him. He’s expected a more refrained reaction from you, but he’s clearly underestimated your desire to be with him.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” you reassure him. “Nothing bad, anyway. Then again, it depends.”

Marc’s face appears before you, clear as the day. His brows furrow, confusion dominating his face altogether.

“Depends on what?” he asks.

You lick your lips, staring him up and down, and it doesn’t take him long to put two and two together. Yet, he still feels taken aback by your reaction.

“Don’t play the fool, Marc,” a coarse voice intervenes, and Marc shudders. “It does not flatter you. You know what she wants. Give it to her.”

“Real classy, Jacob,” Steven comments, and Marc can virtually hear him roll his eyes. “You could’ve framed that so much better.”

“Call me Jacob one more time, see what happens.”

“Not now, you morons!” Marc blurts out.

You smile. “I think you should listen to them.”

Marc’s frown deepens, and he feels like he’s fighting for his life with those two voices inside his head and your eager figure before him.

“How do you know what they’re saying?” he asks you.

“I don’t. But I can only assume Jake’s telling you something direct and filthy, and Steven thinks he shouldn’t say it quite like that.”

Stunned, Marc freezes in his spot. If Steven and Jake would’ve materialized themselves right now, they’d be in the same stance, the same shock becoming all three of them.

“She knows us so well!” Steven exclaims. “She’s brilliant.”

“You really know us so well,” Marc adds fondly.

You shrug. “You gotta learn the habits of those you share a living space with.”

“You’re so—“

Marc doesn’t finish his thought. He can’t, not when your doe eyes are locked on his face, so adamant about what your body wants. He shares the same need now, the same desire that’s overturning his entire composure.

“You shouldn’t be afraid to be honest with me,” you tell him, grazing his face. “I can take much more than you think.”

“That’s something to remember,” Jake grins somewhere at the back of his mind.

Marc smiles rather flustered, and you melt his every worry once your lips are on his. Everything he needs to know about this moment, about your wishes and feelings, is right in that kiss: fiery, needy, triggering pleasure centers in his brain that, up until then, have been taken up by the two inhabitants of his mind.

So Marc gladly reciprocates; he welcomes the distraction from the madness within, however long it’s bound to last. He’s eager to remove the suit, to feel you properly, skin to skin, but, as you stumble throughout the apartment till you land on your shared bed, you groan into the kiss and shake your head.

“No?” Marc checks to see if he’s understood you correctly.

“You look too damn fine to waste this moment.”

Marc can’t hide his astonishment, not even when your kisses turn sloppy and messy and you open your legs to make room for him to grind in between. Jot this down under things I’d never thought I’d be doing, Marc thinks.

It’s true that he has underestimated you; he’s been trying to sneak around in his Moon Knight attire for months, settling with the idea that you saw mere fractions of him this way, thus keeping you safe and sound. But deep down, Marc knew he could never fully hide his true self from you. And certainly not once you’d met Steven and Jake. He was still learning how to cope and function alongside you, and the fact that you stayed through the worst of it all made him rethink his decisions to hide from you.

There’s nothing to hide anymore, especially not now when he’s hastily removing the clothes from your writhing body. He cannot wrap his head around the fact that you want him this much, this desperately, and when he’s Moon Knight, no less. Marc leaves a wet trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck, progressing lower to your sternum, breasts, stomach, and at painfully long last, your sweetest spot.

Calloused hands grip your thighs to spread them further, but not before pressing light kisses on either sides of your thighs. You huff and mewl, your fingers playing with his curly hair as his mouth kisses your clit, beginning to lick up and down your folds.

Then, a sharp voice intervenes so abruptly, it nearly scares even Marc. “Turn around, Hermosa.”

You whisper Jake’s name, surprised at the change. You do as you’re told, switching positions till you’re on all fours, ass on full display. You’re not sure whether this lewd spectacle is for Marc or Jake now, but you don’t question it. And you certainly don’t care when the same mouth presses roughly on your folds and begins to devour you entirely, almost as if drinking straight from you.

A rugged moan escapes from your throat; each flick of the tongue gets you wetter and weakens your body, preparing it for the sweet implosion you so desperately crave for. One of your hands reaches back to rub circles around your clit, overstimulating yourself to the point of breakage. You don’t know which name should roll down your tongue as you’re climbing the throes of highest pleasure known to mankind, but you figure either one is good. Hell, you might even say Steven’s, just to mix things up a little.

Instead, nothing but choked sounds come out. You feel the pressure in your belly slowly building, ready to be detonated at any given point. Then again, Marc has always been godly with his mouth, so it’s not a fair game.

“Hmm, so needy… so needy and filthy. What a greedy little slut we have in our mouth.”

The voice trails off with a soft groan, humming almost, and you swiftly realize it belongs to Jake. He might have taken over the body too, you’re not sure. Doesn’t really matter because his words get you going further, adding more wood onto the fire.

“F-Fuck—“

It’s all you can muster, especially when you’re getting closer and closer.

“Let’s see what you can really handle.”

Suddenly his lips are no longer on your aching cunt and the emptiness makes you want to scream. You do squirm instead, but firm hands grip your flesh, willing you to stay in place.

Marc still cannot wrap his mind around this. It feels like an insult brought to the purpose he’d chosen to serve, to Khonshu and everything else in between, soiling the suit with these filthy endeavors. He’s never done this before, not even with Layla. It’s a wonder in and by itself, some sort of dirty miracle that he wants to remember for all of eternity.

“Be a good little slut and stay still.”

The voice is coarse and definitive. Still Jake, you conclude. You sneak a peek around you, turning your head enough to see Marc—Jake—stroking himself. Frankly, you’re a little surprised to remark how hard he is, but it’s nothing if not flattering. Your vision gets blurry the moment his cock fills you up to the brim with a single push of his hips. You feel so full and warm that you could cry on the spot and cum just from that. You start to move backwards, pushing against him, and then you hear Jake’s chuckle.

“You gonna fuck yourself on our cock? Hm? Like the desperate slut you are?”

You nod, doing your best to move enough to feel him, but it’s not enough. It doesn’t even come close to the real feeling. But it’s a good start. Though knowing Jake’s intentions, you might have to carry on like this for a while, thus forced to prove your neediness to an embarrassing degree. But do you care? Absolutely not.

And then you feel your flesh burn where strong hands grip tightly, kneading it between fingers; the same hands that now hold you while simultaneously propelling you back and forth to meet with the heated body that is finally fucking into you. While strong, there’s a certain tenderness to the grip that turns you soft as well, making you feel as equally safe as you are hot.

Steven.

The grunt and moans that ensue fill the room, a thick scent of sweat and neediness floating in the air as Marc takes you from behind. He’s mesmerized by the sight, completely enthralled by the moment and unable to think about anything else but you. The way your cunt swallows his cock, taking all of him in in the most intoxicating manner possible, your sweet noises, your warm skin… he’s never known a more poisonous, yet delicious sensation.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so—warm—“

You can’t will any words to leave your mouth; your mouth remains ajar, the only sound leaving being sinful moans, the feeling of his cock throbbing in and out of you slowly but surely knocking the air out of your lungs. Again you reach behind, finding your clit and attempting to rub circles on it to reach your high, but a hand slaps it away.

“You need more, baby?”

“Mhm—please—“

Marc slows down in the slightest, grunting as he does so; a spitting sound follow, and you feel heat and wetness around the curve of your ass.

Oh.

And then you feel a finger slowly protruding the tight ring of flesh there, boldly pushing in, all while you’re still being fucked from behind.

“You heard her, she can take so much more,” Jake teases.

“Shut up, lemme—“

“She’d take all we’d give to her.”

“Jake, I swear—“

“Fuck, baby—“

“That good?”

You desperately nod, the fullness overwhelming you. It’s wild and unprecedented, but you welcome it dearly. It’s too good to put an end to it now. So you start pushing backwards again, the feeling of his cock inside you and his index completely clouding your mind.

“She’s so good, damn it—“Steven coos somewhere in the back.

“Such a needy slut, this one. Needy and desperate for us, always dripping wet,” Jake adds mischievously.

Marc forces himself to turn off his mind and focus solely on you again. He resumes his pace, a little faster now, while maintaining a reasonable speed for your ass. He’s just as overwhelmed, if not more, and he feels so close, so dangerously close—but he wants to feel you first. He has to feel you tip over the edge of pleasure first. Then he’ll come too.

“M-Marc, I’m—I think—“

“Yeah? You’re—you gonna come for me?”

“Mhm, fuck—fuck, yes—“

“Good girl, come on, do it, baby… do it for me, please—please, let me feel you—“

It’s a blur after that. Your walls flutter around his cock, nearly strangling it inside you, but it’s more than that. It’s a lot more, actually: you keep coming, like waves of pleasure who wash over your shore, unable to stop, soaking his cock completely and spilling seemingly everywhere. Marc doesn’t mind, nor does he care; your reaction triggers his own climax, and he quickly pulls out, painting your ass with his seed.

Spent, Marc can only watch the filthy mess the two of you have made over the bed and your ass, oddly enticed. He licks his lips, suddenly aware that he’s still technically Moon Knight. He can only hope this little stunt will go unnoticed and unspoken of by Khonshu.

“Told you I can take more than you think,” you breathe, a smile grazing your lips.

“You did,” Marc chuckles, gently turning you around to kiss you.

“Next time we’ll fill her right up from the back,” Jake groans at the back of his mind. “See how much she can take then.”

Marc doesn’t correct him. He keeps that naughty wish between them. For now.

[adorejungkook]

Baby Got Back!!

CHAPTER 5

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; profanity? mentions of sex

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6

“Hey, are y’all hungry? Jimin’s ordering takeout,”

Taehyung, fucking Taehyung of all people is talking through the door as Jungkook looks around the room helplessly, two seconds away from crying at his predicament.

“Okay, j- just wait, don’t come in,” Jungkook huffs as he frantically wipes his chest with your pretty panties. He stuffs them into his suitcase and buries them under his clothes, sighing at how he’d have to wash everything now. Quickly buttoning his jeans, he slips through the door to talk to his older friend.

“Holy shit, dude!” Taehyung exclaimed, looking the sweaty boy in front of him over with wide eyes, “You guys just fucked?!” 

“Shut upppp,” Jungkook groaned, rolling his head back as he shoved Taehyung into the living room where Jimin was scrolling through their food options on his phone on the couch. He really had a taste for something spicy.

“Bro, Jungkook just railed ___” Tae giggled, plopping down beside the blue-haired boy. 

“They had sex?” Jimin looked up with a grimace at his friend’s vulgarity. 

“Bruh, have some respect. Jungkook’s packin’, he can’t simply have sex. The man does the dirty, he performs coitus, he fornicates-”

“The fuck is wrong with you, shut up!” Jungkook hisses, glancing back at the hallway that leads to your room. He prayed that you were still soaking in the tub, quickly pulling his mind away from that visual knowing what happened the last time he thought about it. 

“We didn’t… make love…”

“Make love,” Jimin snorts, looking at the youngest boy with pity, “He’s seriously whipped,” 

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared down at the floor, seemingly searching the carpet for an answer Jungkook wasn’t willing to tell him.

“If you didn’t slut her out, then why do you look like you did? If you didn’t, then can I?”

“Yeah, ditto on that,”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched and his eyes closed. He understood that you weren’t his yet, but the way that his friends didn’t shy away from professing their attraction, and in such an outward manner in front of him was hard to deal with sometimes. His attraction to you was way past physical, though he doubted they’d take him seriously after what he was about to profess.

“I didn’t do anything with her, I just jacked off…” He mumbled with a frown, cupping his hand over the back of his neck. 

Jimin’s mouth fell agape. Was he seriously more shocked by this than by Taehyung’s outburst?

Tae still didn’t seem to get it, rubbing his chin in thought. Jungkook’s embarrassment was slowly blossoming into annoyance. He knew it was his fault this conversation was happening in the first place, but he didn’t think the dramatics were necessary.

“You’re pretty innocent, Kook. Mutual masturbation is a little too Mormon for me but that’s cute for you two…”

Yeah, Jungkook was done with this. He’d rather just come out with it completely than let Tae say anything else. He could tell that he was two seconds away from telling them about his recurrent sexy-nun dream. 

“I jacked off by myself. Alone, with my own hand, okay? I just thought about her, you know? Couldn't help it…” 

He felt awful, having said it all out loud. You made him act like a little boy and you weren’t doing a single thing. He had to get his act together before you found out how much of a mess he was.

Click.

Your door has opened and Jungkook freezes as he listens to the pitter-patter of your feet as you shuffle down the hall.   

God, they’re still laughing.

“What’s so funny,” You ask with a smile as you round the corner. Jungkook notes the shirt you’re wearing. It’s the one he won for you at a carnival about a year ago, he could still make out the little stain on your collar from the root beer float you shared. You had insisted on just sharing the one, talking about how expensive the food was there. It was little moments like that that made him jump around you, too close to his heart for him to handle.

“When are they ever funny?” he responds, returning your smile shyly. He can’t help but take a few steps back as you come further into the room. Whether it was because of the sweet memory from some time ago, or his less-than-sweet fantasies from about twenty minutes earlier, he didn’t know.

“Listen,” Jimin wheezed, hands holding his stomach, probably aching from the “Humiliate jungkook!”-fest he just had, “ Let’s just go out, yeah? Pick up something real quick, everyone’s starving,”

You shrugged, grabbing the jacket draped over the sofas and slipping into it. Jungkook noted, with much displeasure, that it was Jimin’s. You’d look cuter in Jungkook’s, but that was a thought he kept to himself. “I’ll go pick something up, I’m good at finding local spots,”

“ Oh, I’ll come with you!” Jungkook squeaked, already hurrying towards the door to open it for you, “ I’ll  pay too,”

He didn’t want to pay, but who ever wanted to pay? Anything to spend a little time with you, right?

 You waited until you were both situated in the car, you in the passenger seat with Jungkook having insisted on driving, to respond to him.

”You know I’m not letting you pay, right?” You asked, looking over at the boy whose eyes jumped from you to the road every half a second.

You were so stubborn, it was almost shocking. The only person in the world who would turn down free food, he admired you for your selflessness but come on, let him be gentlemanly!  After the stunt he pulled in your shared room today, be paying for your next five meals….and probably buying you some more underwear?

 He couldn’t figure out how he was going to explain that kind of gift, yet. 

“I promise that this will be the only time I’m not gonna listen to you,” He said strongly, flashing you an apologetic smile before looking up at the GPS. You had apparently picked some soul food spot, which Jungkook was happy about. When’s the last time he’s had some cornbread?

 When they arrive about 15 minutes later, Jungkook’s eyes light up at the scene. When you said local, you meant local. It was a small building that stood alone on its corner, with a couple of tables outside that were mostly occupied. Most importantly, he could smell it from inside the car. Oh, Jungkook was ready to feast. 

This was a cute spot, he was excited to be here with you. Something like this doesn’t happen often, being left alone with you. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

“Hey, uhm,” Jungkook paused, looking out the window as he gathered his thought, “You know, this place is kinda far from our place…the food will get cold,”

“Yeah,” You sighed, slumping into your seat, “We don’t even have a microwave in there, we’ll have to heat it on the stove. I’m starting to think that guy…Jin, right? Yeah, I think he got half those pictures off of Pinterest or something,”

“Right, so…maybe we should eat here?” Jungkook offered a little quieter than before. It’s his way of asking you on a date, even though it’d be unofficial. He's not ballsy enough for that, though he’s planning on it.

 It’s a 278 plan and right now he’s on step 12. 

 12. 

“Oh, like a date?” You asked nonchalantly, already taking your seatbelt off. 

Was that a serious question? 

The answer was yes, but he could already feel the denial rolling off his tongue. How did you know?! 

“That sounds cool, The guys are gonna be pissed we’re bringing them back cold food,” You giggled before stepping out of your side and closing it.

Jungkook laughs to himself. 

After the shit Tae and Jimin put him through earlier, you were the only reason they weren’t having McDonald's. 

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[niicevibe]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 + 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐬

Aw, Uryū. Lil dork. I love him. I can’t wait to see him animated in TYBW!! Genuinely hoping they don’t change his seiyū, I’ll cry. I'm grateful that his English voice in the live action movie stayed the same-- so, so grateful.

I... think I fell back in love with Uryū with this. Anyway. Bedtime now. It's just about 6am.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲@toofilthy (I'm sorry this took a bajillion years!)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none; uhhhhh Y/N is a "medical associate" (I'm leaving this vague here-- you wanna be a doc? a nurse? a houseman? go ahead and choose whateva); mentions of death

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Though he would deny it to his last breath, like Ichigo Kurosaki, Uryū Ishida is a prude. Of course, he'd instead call it "being a gentleman", that it'd be against his strong morals and probably his Quincy pride to treat someone or view them as any less or behave as a depraved man.

Considering who raised him (and who didn't), it's no surprise that Uryū became a highly respectful individual.

He, too, unfortunately and also like Ichigo, has also adopted the cool guy persona (though he'd likely argue this, too). His strong sense of justice, mixed with a bit of ego and that Quincy pride-- perhaps this has been why he's remained a bachelor for so long.

If not by his own choice, of course...

Naturally, the man's been busy. At the very least, his lack of personal time wasn't due to any new enemies or wars. After he graduated from high school, Uryū spent six years focusing on his medical school studies and has been working for his father at Karakura Hospital. He's dedicated, sincere, and has always had good bedside manner.

Undoubtedly, before his mother's passing, he was a "mama's boy". A lot of his mannerisms and his personality was structured around hers, and with Kanae being a former maid, he is contentedly reserved.

Naturally, he'd probably be one of the best partners to have.

And naturally, you realized this, too.

An associate of Karakura Hospital, the raven-haired, bespectacled man has caught your eye on numerous occasions. Rarely did your paths ever directly cross, but when it happened, you did your best not to be so... starstruck?

Truly the perfect man.

He's caught you staring, of course. Maybe it's that you do it too unobviously, but he's extremely perceptive, anyway, so even trying to be discreet might not work out.

Concerned that your head's not in the right mindset, he'll question you for your well-being. Maybe you'll speak fluently in fluster at him, or maybe it shows in the change of colour in your cheeks or by the light in your eyes, the embarrassment of your sudden change in demeanour.

He's confused, but now he's a little flustered, himself.

Why are you looking at him so intensely? You're really not meaning to do it but it's gotten distracting for Uryū. Even after you'd finished your business with him for the day, he's still thinking about that exchange of yours and his.

Now, whenever he arrives at work, he's keeping an eye out for your presence in the hospital. Now, he questions himself on whether he's looking out for you as a good thing or a bad thing.

He realizes it eventually, when you've intentionally crossed paths with him and offered him a treat and a coffee from the café during one of his breaks--

It's a good thing.

To himself, he notes it being unfortunate that your paths don't cross more often, such is the casualty of your chosen careers. As short as they sometimes are, your conversations have finally exited the awkward phase.

Until, of course, one of his colleagues point out that he's finally showing some kind of interest in something other than his work for the first time. The emotionally stunted part of him that's unaffected by his cool guy persona has him silent through his embarrassment.

Sure, he's been dedicated to his career-- he's not embarrassed by that. Contrary to that aforementioned persona, Uryū cares what people think of him, and that hasn't exactly changed from high school obviously.

But you're quick to shut down his colleague and their poor effort at a joke at his expense.

"I think his dedication to his patients and the hospital is wonderful. Your own bedside manner is kind of lacking, though. It makes sense how you didn't make department chief."

It takes a lot out of Uryū to not react. He doesn't disagree with your statement at all (how did you know that, anyway?). Most of all, he's touched that you'd come to his defence so quickly, even though the two of you had but a few meaningful conversations in the past few weeks.

Your casual run-ins during shifts turn into coffee dates up in the café on the fifth floor when you invite him to join you on your breaks. You admit to him what you believe to be a bit of a funny story, that you've seen him running around Karakura, and even jumping across rooftops, a bow in hand.

A part of him is somehow relieved that you're able to see and sense spiritual pressure. Given that Karakura Town remains an Enriched Spirit Zone, it's neither common nor uncommon-- but it provides him with a strange sense of comfort. Like, if anything involving the world of Quincy and Hollows and Soul Reapers ever happened to become involved with you--

Wait. Why am I even thinking this far ahead?

Uryū Ishida would be a huge overthinker. Considering he's never bothered to pursue a relationship over the past decade, or even in high school, it is uncharted waters.

Being around you... makes him nervous.

Hilariously enough, Uryū's father would somehow catch the latest gossip about "the director's son" and semi-consciously tune in whenever his son's name is mentioned.

Romantically, and even sometimes platonically, Uryū wouldn't be the first person to make any sort of move. Whether or not you wanted to be in a romantic relationship or not, you'll have to be straightforward and blunt. It's not that Uryū wouldn't realize what was happening, but there's a necessity to be straight up with him on what you're looking for so his hopes don't get too high.

Out of fear that he might not be good at dating, Uryū would definitely be one to want to take things slow. He knows he likes you, but he simply needs time to come to terms with and work out his feelings for you.

His friends are extremely fond of you, especially Orihime, who is quick to invite the two of you to dinner when it's found out that Uryū is seeing someone.

Of course, it only happened after Ichigo discovered you two having lunch at the hospital. Being the local interpreter, he's typically who is called in to the hospital for English to Japanese translating.

It's not like he was intending on keeping you as some big secret, but there were several factors he had to keep in mind about becoming serious in the relationship.

Eventually, he'd have to tell you about him being a Quincy, and what Hollows are; he'd have to explain how necessary it is that you're paying attention to your surroundings, as you having spiritual energy is a magnet for them.

Maybe it's in his strategic nature, but Uryū quickly becomes greatly in-tune with how you express your emotions.

There's a fifty percent chance that he'll confront you head on about it. The other fifty percent is Uryū suffering in silence and waiting for a ball to drop while he backtracks and retraces his steps, and just mulling over whether he'd been the reason for your sour mood.

But he's more worried for your sake and not his-- he just wants to figure out if it's something he needs to fix or if it's something you just need time to think about. Either way, he'll be quick to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on.

If it's another person at fault, he'll be pissed off right along with you.

Remember that Uryū isn't as straight-laced as he looks. He did beat up an entire gang that showed up in front of Karakura just for blocking the entranceway. Back then, however, he'd gotten away with it. Now, well, it's kind of difficult to beat up someone when you've sworn an oath to do no harm.

The sentiment is there, though. And maybe it cheers you up a little, a small laugh spared to his half-hearted offer of smacking the person around a little.

No, Uryū would sit down with you and have you vent to him about the situation to calm you down, and if it calls for it, he'll help you work out the situation logically.

While he's not against public displays of affection, he has his limits. Not only due to his position as one of the hospital's top doctors, but his nervous, prudish nature would have him flustered.

He loves holding your hands. And, vice versa. Maybe it's just some strange coincidence why his hands are just so perfect for the task.

You could be years into your relationship, but simply reaching for him, any part of him, has his cheeks turning pink.

He seldom mentions it unless you press the matter, but he loves physical contact with you. Uryū didn't receive much of it when he was younger, notably from his father, and his mother passed away when he was young. He was left to Ryūken's more distant methods of raising a child, and it wasn't so often that he could spend time with his grandfather thanks to his views on his fellow Quincy. So, he might just melt into your hands, squeezing them just a little tighter, holding you to him just a little closer.

Pull him aside while he's working, down a quiet hallway, or into an unlocked supply room or an on-call room. He appreciates these spontaneous "abduction attempts" you provide him with, stealing him away when it's obvious he's struggling. He'd be stubborn and refuse to step away on his own, preferring to delve back into his work.

It's too easy to tell when he's having a harder day than usual-- a case's situation gone sour; the loss of a patient. Most days, it's just your presence being enough to soothe his aching heart and mind. He'll never say no to receiving a massage from you, having fallen in love with your hands and with them being on him.

Unless you're worse off than him, you'd be more likely to make any kind of risque moves in the relationship. Teasing Uryū would be neutrally received, enjoying the attention from you but being as equally as embarrassed (depending on the form of teasing, of course).

If he has time in his busy schedule, he has another persona as a househusband. Your own personal tailor, chef, and doter-- Uryū loves being able to take care of you. The both of you have done your best to rearrange your schedules to at least be aligned to have one day off a week that you both can be home together for a bit of normalcy.

You love your work, as does he, but sometimes the both of you find yourselves depressed when that single aimed day is untenable due to the nature of your positions.

You often express your pride to Uryū for doing so well and being such an incredible doctor and a loving partner. And the smile he gives you in return for your kind words is enough to wash away any sadness or doubts.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hey! I love your headcanons and writing! You really are blessing us with such great stuff! I was wondering if I could get some headcanons on how the assassins would react to walking with their s/o and then they get catcalled. Walking around as a woman can be scary sometimes :( Anyways thanks for reading my request! Have a good day!

I feel you, I got catcalled on Friday while leaving school early with a headache and it made me so angry that the headache just got worse. I hate catcallers all the more because it makes it so hard to take compliments from men if you ask me. Because of all the men who catcall with bad intentions, it makes it hard to believe when a guy is being kind and giving a genuine compliment :(

a l t a ï r :

He's absolutely livid

He can't stand catcallers at all but someone cat calling you?

He's ready to throw hands on sight

But the guy's absolutely packed with muscle and it's often enough to scare the catcaller away if he so much as takes a step towards them

But for those who are stupid enough to stand their ground, Altaïr's mastered putting someone to their knees with one punch and quickly fleeing with you

e z i o :

Maria and Claudia taught him how to respect women so nothing infuriates him more than men who think they can just shout whatever they want at women like that

And, going off his reactions with Duccio in the game, he's one to punch first and talk later and he's equally as good at getting away with it

I feel like he'd take you somewhere nice right away, wanting to take your mind off what had just happened

He'd buy you something nice, take you home to cook a meal for you or just take you somewhere quiet where you can be alone together

e d w a r d :

Oh, boy, he's gonna do more than just throw a punch

For those of you who read the Black Flag book and know how he met Caroline while defending a drunk woman from two nasty men, you know that he won't tolerate poor behaviour towards women

But packed in muscle and covered in tattoos, most of the time he's successful in scaring people off before he gets violent and he's equally as good at dealing out threats terrifying enough to make a grown man piss himself

Sometimes you worry when he does this and he knows that so he's always conscious to make it quick and take you away shortly after, assuring you that everything's alright

c o n n o r :

I'm sorry but I won't be convinced that this man isn't openly a feminist, he's so pure of heart and he won't be convinced by some blabbering idiot that the foul things he just shouted were meant as a compliment

He's as good at avoiding any violence as he is at terrifying any man who's stupid enough to catcall you

I mean regardless of how adorable his mannerisms make him, the guy's built like a bear and he knows how to use it to scare people

He's quick to get you away from the place and comfort you in whatever way you need

a r n o :

This man will become the catcaller's living fucking nightmare while barely lifting a finger

He knows that being catcalled puts you on edge and makes you want to avoid the place for weeks on end so he makes sure that the guy knows exactly how you feel

He'll show up to his workplace, the guy's usual hangouts, he'll "happen" to be walking down the street where the guy lives as he's leaving to go out, etc.

Safe to say he's good at silently teaching these men to watch their mouths and backs

j a c o b :

Like Altaïr, it's on sight

He grew up with a twin sister and so he came to see that women start facing stuff like this when they're just children and it makes him livid

Punch first, take you away, let his men stay behind to wrap everything up, that's the routine

He'd take you back home or somewhere quiet to take your mind off what had been said

[petitprincess1]

I still find it ironic that with all the bashing and hate both the HH and HB criticals made about each respective shows characters and their actions they don't see to also bring up other adult show's (Well the ones that aren't universally hated like Velma.) characters and their own less the noble actions. Like how they want to bash Loona's skull in for how she treats Blitzo yet never bring up how bad it is that Homer strangles Bart on a daily basis in the Simpsons or how they make Stolas to be the next Hitler for his love life with Blitzo yet turn a blind eye to how Quagmire and Brian do worst lustful things in Family Guy. That's not also getting into how Hazbin Hotel gets panned for how Vaggie acts yet hardly brings up how South Park does MUCH more offensive representations on minorities. It'd be one thing if the Criticals also bring up how the other shows are bad because of it too but the fact that they're almost never brought up makes me wonder if in the end they just care more about taking shots at people they hate in a petty manner rather then actually wanting to help people who really are being tormented which ironically says more about them rather then Vivziepop.

Criticals love to say that shows like Family Guy and the rest get criticized too, but I don't think it's nearly as much as Hazbin/Helluva gets. It's definitely not as maliciously hated, imo. There definitely are infamous eps that get hated more so than others, but as a whole, I don't think people care that much.

Meanwhile, the moment Viv breathes, crits and antis MUST make some stupid comment. Viv can just post about being on vacation and people are wondering why she isn't working. As if she isn't allowed to take breaks because she's indie. Hell, I remember I saw a critical complain about Vivzie hiring, saying that she knows her fans will work for dirt cheap.

Like, damn, I didn't know that you were in charge of paychecks. What a small world we live in. 🙄 I mean, if there's any antis/crits that are taking Erin Frost's words over the many, many, many others that have spoken otherwise....then, please, try to convince me that what you guys are doing aren't solely fueled by hatred. I really would love to hear your excuses answers.

[skztea]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Imagines: How would SKZ members show their relationship to public with you being a singer -> req by lovely anon!

✦ bang chan

-> Imagine: chan mentioning you in his usual vlive as the fans are asking the relationship between both of you

• “Channie! How is your relationship with y/n now?” Chan read out the question sent by a stay through the vlive live chat section. “Ahhh, thanks for asking! I’ve been doing great with y/n, she has been really busy these days for her comeback, have you guys seen the newly released poster?” His smile went from ears to ears when he talked about, busy scrolling for pictures on the social media to find the poster that your instagram has published minutes earlier. Often times there will be stays asking about both of your relationship and they are very supportive about it. Initially you were very worried that you will get bashed for dating the leader but surprisingly, many fans from both sides were very either excited or already shipped both of you long time back since a collaboration you had with him.

• The first time you met him was 2 years back and he was still in the midst of climbing to become the top 4th generation boy group with his fellow members. You debuted around the same period as him, so it is inevitable to not see each other during promotion period and both started talking more. He has always been that super respectful and well-mannered man who treats people with much courteousy, but oblivious to how he always pays extra attention since he had a crush on you. “Y/n, can-can-can i have your phone number?” You remembered how he stood outside your holding room sheepishly, handing out his phone before your promotion ends on that day. “Of course!” You chuckled at his innocent behaviour and gave him your number, kickstarting the beginning of your ties with him.

• Whenever you encounter any issues during the process of producing your songs — yes, you write, compose, produce your own songs from scratch, you would always either text or call him to seek for advice and he is very willing to assist you. You thought he helped out of friendship but later when you dated him then you knew that he had been eyeing you since the first month of knowing you and he wanted to provide as much assistance as he can. You felt touched whenever he comes to rescue you at your worst state, sheltering you from the darkness you faced in your singer life and hugging you tight when you are in corners. You were supposed to debut with a group but it ended up getting disbanded, so you had to tank the road your own. Despite having a good team behind you, but you clearly knew that there isn’t really someone you can trust in the industry until Chan appeared.

• His existence made you understand that there are still people who genuinely want to be friends within the entertainment industry and that love still exists. There were many scandals that pushed you further from seeking a partner within the same field but thanks to Chan, he exposed you to the humane side of world and engulfed you in his own warmth. That collaboration both of you did is a major booster for both of you to get close and for the public to acknowledge how both of you will look great if you guys are a pair. Fortunately, fans were cheering in Chan’s vlive when he confessed he was in a relationship with you and he hoped to get blessings all around the world.

• “Y/n is a really really wonderful woman, songwriter, composer, producer, girlfriend, anything you would label her. Her perseverance towards her dream and career has never been swayed, which made me admire her alot. Even though we debutted around the same time, but i have so much to learn from her and im thankful that we are together. Im really happy to see stays and other fans supporting our relationship and we will last long!” He giggled and rub his nose shyly as he looked into the camera, emphasising his stand once again to the whole world while looking at you standing by the door, smiling blissfully at how loved he felt from his best friends, which are stays, and the love of his life centimetres away from him. “Am i right babe?” He cooed from his seat as the chat section exploded, swooning at how cute Chan called you and his lovely gazes that contains only you.

✦ minho

-> Imagine: minho mentioning you in his recent magazine interview about how he met and started a relationship with you

• “Hi Lee Know-ssi, thank you for taking your time out to join me in this interview, before we start, would it be okay if you share with us some insight of your relationship with singer y/n-ssi?” The interview sitting opposite the idol asked, hoping that she will not get dissed by him because she felt intimidated by his image. “Oh yea sure… how i met y/n was there was one night i was strolling along the park and my cat went missing. She was the one who found it and brought it back to me, then we recognised each other and started talking since that day,” he chuckled softly when he recalled the first encounter with you, shying at how he is spilling the tea infront of the net. “I see, that was a really cute encounter! How did you guys progress since then?”

• ‘Lee Know’ this name has always sounded scary to you. You only met him a few times on music shows and conversed a little, but the first impression you had of him was — cold. Neither does he has a smile or laugh on his face often, so he always send shivers down peoples’ spine when he stood metres away from you. You were friends with a few of his other members, but the hardest one to get close to is him. He definitely does not wish to portray in that way but, it’s just him. Having a cold image doesn’t mean he has a cold heart as well. The whole ‘i found your cat’ incident caused your impression of him to take a 180 degrees u-turn when you saw that warm smile on his face, making your heard pound as you gaze on him more. Likewise for him, he has never been this interest in a solo female singer until he heard your angelic voice broadcasted for your comeback, sending strong signals to him that probably you are the one he wants.

• “I started the initiation haha… doesn’t really seem like my style but i just really wanted to know about her more… like i don’t know how to say, i just want to be around her and see her often,” Minho’s lips curled up when he remembered how he texted you often in the day and night, trying to stay close to your circle. “What was her response then?” Your curiosity of this guy increased tremendously after that night and you started to search through his profile, videos, short clips of his dances and you had to admit that he is very handsome and talented. Maybe people just misunderstood that he is a cold guy? Both of you started to text regularly at night and sometimes calling till both fell asleep. It has become a routine for both of you no matter how busy you guys are. Although he doesn’t express much love verbally, but you knew from his gazes on you and the things he did for you explains all — he always cheers for you whenever you had a comeback, buying your favourite food and treats your whole team, spending nights in the recording room with you to crack brains together, giving you advices from time to time and watching your growth etc. He never fails to stay by your side when you are down, even if he is miles apart.

• “She was… very cute. At the beginning she was abit stunned when i started to talk to her alot, but i can see she was very genuine with her replies. Even though she is a very successful soloist, she is never arrogant about her accomplishments but humbly accept peoples’ advices and constantly improving herself,” minho regained his composure as he replied calmly. It is totally understandable that he isn’t someone who is very expressive, so you wouldn’t force him to say cringy things or do cringy stuff to you because you don’t prefer that too. However, whenever he initiates physical contact with you, you know that he loves you alot and he is never afraid of people denying his relationship. “I choose who i want to be with, no one can stop me,” he would always whisper into your ears before you could bring up your insecurities. He only shows his vulnerable side when he is with you which you appreciates because both of you are artists, so both are able to empathise and give each other shoulders to lean on.

• “How long have the both of you been dating?” the interviewer throw her last question before moving to the next segment. “We have been together since i debutted actually, but we only revealed last year,” he awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck, still emitting his masculine energy through the well-matched clothes he was assigned to wear for the magazine. “She was more worried if the public was able to accept it, but i told her that as long as we stay close and true to one another, it doesn’t matter about what others think.” He further added on that got the interviewer and cameraman mouth agaped. It is rare to see idols who are not afraid of how the media will perceive the relationships as there will be much negative impact of the exposure as well. Stays were very rational and supportive of both relationship so that’s a bonus. “Will you plan to marry her?” The interviewer was hoping to trip the latter so that she is able to write more articles about the response, but she got a cultural shock when hearing his reply, “we are engaged.” He’s not scared at all. Why should he be scared to choose, reveal, marry someone he loves with his whole heart?

✦ changbin

-> Imagine: changbin and seungmin were talking about you in 2 kids room

• “Hey changbin hyung!” Seungmin patted the vacant seat beside him, beckoning him to go over to his side. “Ahhh it’s been long since we sat together and chatted like this,” he grabbed one of the bread placed on the table, munching deliciously while waiting for the younger one to continue. “Right… ever since we moved to the new dorm we didn’t interact as often as before, of course we still do but the frequency decreased slightly…” Seungmin laughed as he reminiscenced the older days where 8 of them are still living together, but now each of them has their own rooms. “Hyung, i realised you changed.” The older one raised one of his eyebrows, questioning “what do you mean?” “Like, ever since you got together with y/n, you became more meticulous and patient,” seungmin took a sip of his drink, supporting his head with one of his hands and lean against the couch.

• He is right. Changbin reflected abit and recalled how he used to be quick-tempered and loud, but he started toning down alot after he met you. At the start when he told the rest that he has a crush on you, all of them were taken aback and denied how his temparament wouldn’t suit a soloist like you. You are like the extreme opposite if him — gentle, soft, sings melodic songs, just like an angel. Changbin is like a devil who raps in usain bolt speed, loud, noisy etc. He used to be someone who was carefree and mind his own business, but after liking you, he felt the need to improvise his personality. “It’s okay bin, just be the way you are,” you always reassured him when both of you hang out in your studio, but he always ended up weeping in your arms saying how people despise the relationship both of you had.

• “Yea, because of her, i can be who i am today,” he chuckled lightly as he dart his eyes back to seungmin, earning a nod from him. “I remembered how everyone said that both of you don’t match but it surprisingly turned out well, im very happy to see that and your growth hyung,” the younger one flashed a warm smile at the shy older brother now who turned his face away, trying to hide his grin. “I mean, now to think back i can understand why all of you said we don’t match, but because of her i changed for the better. She taught me how to stand in other perspectives to see things and how i can be more flexible in my thinking, which is why i insisted in this relationship.”

• “I really see that hyung, i have never seen you being so determined to change for someone you love, not even us, i guess that’s the power of love,” Seungmin giggled at the lovesick boy now who is shooting finger hearts to the camera, transmitting his love to you. Changbin is very proud to have you as his girlfriend and his featured artist in his works. There were many cross collaborations between the both of you — where you sang and he raps which earned millions of viewers in a day and many of them commented how unique to have this pair making pieces of music. Netizens never thought of this duo will actually create many sparks and they are satisfied with the outcome.

• “People always say unlike poles attract, i guess that applies to me and y/n. We are 2 persons who are vastly different in personalities but we are able to support each other closely, that’s all it matters,” changbin letted out a heartfelt laughter, fiddling with the promise ring he gave you and himself on his middle finger. “I am sure that stays will respect and understand every decision i make. It is hard for one to find their partners, not to mention soulmate. Meeting y/n was like fate and im happy being with her. I hope that our stays will support her alot as well and appreciate her beauty. Her comeback is next week! Please listen well~” He ended off the chat with seungmin by promoting your comeback, pink bubbles filled around the mascular guy as the younger one judged him playfully.

✦ hyunjin

-> Imagine: Hyunjin was having his dance vlive and fans started asking about his dating rumour, and he finally confessed that he has been dating you all this while

• “Play with fire? Motley crew? Which one?” The guy who is the centre of attention everywhere he goes is panting infront of the camera, fingers brushing against his lips as he bite onto the lower one, getting the chat section exploding and lagging. Stays were supposed to answer which song he should dance to next but it was filled with questions about his rumour. “Hyunjinnie, can you explain to us, what is going on between you and aespa Karina?” He had no choice but to answer them as it was already all around the screen. He sighed and paused the background music, coming back to sit infront of the cameras while having you sitting behind them. The viewers never knew that you have been around all this time and to be honest, you were slightly nervous about his upcoming explanation and if you are prepared to expose the secret relationship both of you have been hiding for 3 years.

• “First of all, i want to reemphasise that there is absolutely, totally, nothing going on between me and Karina. The wallpaper was a drawing of mine, and i remember sending or posting them before on the net. Secondly, i already have someone i like,” he sighed at how he is unable to hide the fact anymore because there were people speculating if he is dating and some pictures were taken, and he felt that it’s better to come honest than to keep it away further. You were already more or less prepared for it, but unsure how the public will react to the news. “Mwo? Hyunjin oppa has a crush already?” Comments like that started to stream in and bombed the whole vlive, waiting for him to confess more. “I don’t want to keep this any further but yes, i’ve been liking y/n for awhile- not awhile, very long,” he brushed his damp hair to the back, nervously tapping his leg as he read the comments. “Wait wait wait! Y/n?! You mean the angelic voice y/n? Holy shit she’s so pretty and talented!” “Omg Hyunjin oppa likes y/n?! I’ve been shipping them since day 1 when they were in high school!”

• Why high school? You used to be in the same facaulty and class as Hyunjin — practical dance. You used to be a trainee in JYP as well and both of you were tablemates, so there isn’t a time both of you were not together and the feelings rised exponentially and started dating since he debutted. Both of you kept it away from the light very well as both felt that there isn’t a need to announce to the whole world unless needed. Staying lowkey behind the stages gives more private space for both of you and both didn’t want any war happening between both fandoms which affects their reputation as well. Surprisingly, stays in the comments were all praising how awesome you were and they have been shipping both of you since long time ago, and they are excited to see both of you in the same frame.

• “Stays, it seems like you guys are very very excited about my relationship haha,” the latter laughed while scrolling at the comments, while you were trying to stifle your laughter from his reactions as you didn’t want to expose your existence then. “Y/n, do you want to say hi?” Your mind went blank. Eyes widening, you whispered shout at him for being crazy and cueing you in the middle of a live and it wasn’t even supposed to happen. He reassured you multiple times and said it’s safe because he got his manager’s approval, then you slowly make your way to sit beside him. “Hello everyone, im y/n,” you bowed slightly which you don’t even know why because it feels like a parent-teacher meeting and the chat section really exploded. “Omg they look so good together please ACKNOWLEDGE!” “Jesus these 2 visuals is SUPER AWESOME!” And many more fascinating comments coming in. Your initial palpitating heart gradually subsided as you saw many positive comments, relaxing your muscles as the guy beside held you close.

• Hyunjin snaked his hands around your waist while pampering you with kisses, smirking at how the hearts are popping everywhere in the screen as he nibbed your earlobe, “how about you sing and i dance?” He swiftly get up on his legs back went back to warm up, leaving you alone awkwardly hosting the live. “So our dear dance king here wanted me to sing and he will dance, stays how about you guys recommend me a song?” You are impressed at your last minute hosting skills and started interacting with his fans, heart warm at how stays are so welcoming and interactive with her. The live went on for about 2 hours before both of you bid goodbye, receiving all the wishes from them to last long and more exposures of you 2 on stage or public.

✦ jisung

-> Imagine: You were doing your vlive and Jisung decided to pop in from behind to join you as special guest, as well as breaking the news of your relationship with him.

• “Hi my lovelies! Thank you for joining me in my weekly live, today i will be covering songs, so would you guys like to send me a playlist? I’ll select and sing,” you lightly adjusted your bangs as you sat infront of your ipad, scrolling through the comments and you saw many requests on ‘winter falls by skz’. “Are you guys stays? There are so many requests on skz songs!” Your boyfriend sitting beside you quietly had his ears up, chuckling softly at how your fans are also his fans. “Skz has great songs! Especially they are written by 3racha~” you read the comments and giggled, commenting at how cute your fans are as you agreed to sing them.

• Jisung who is casually sitting by your side playing his game paused in his actions when he heard your vocals. He isn’t someone who will leave the game halfway, but your vocals are too attractive that he putted down everything in his hand to admire those gifted voice of yours. One hand on his head, he tilted sideways to appreciate your singing and smiled victorically at how you covered the song perfectly. He started clapping loudly which gave you a shock, later him gently rolling his chair to your side and waved at the screen. “Annyeong! Y/n’s vocals were heavenly isn’t it? She covered it so well!” There was no single tinge of awkwardness or shyness as he spoke to the screen and remained calm when the chat section went crazy, surprised at how he was beside you all the time.

• “Yah! What are you doing?!” Your hands shoved him away on the undertable but he grapsed it, patting on the back of your palms and whispered “it’s okay”. “I know that you guys are shock why am i here, but that’s not the main point here now. I hope that you guys will really appreciate y/n’s vocals and constantly support her. She has been really hardworking and tough whenever she face obstacles because she wants to become a singer. I feel that everyone should understand it doesn’t take days for her, or me to become who we are, but because having you guys keep us motivated. That’s all i wanna say and i hope you guys love her alot!” Jaw dropped, your gaze was fixated on him all the time as he actively promote you on your vlive. Firstly, you were shock because he decided to just expose himself, and you so casually without planning. Secondly, he has never been this serious before and you felt like you knew him all over again.

• “If you guys have any burning questions can ask in my next vlive, but for now please put your 101% attention on my princess here thank you,” he gently ruffled your hair infront of the camera, gaining thousands of swoons behind the screens of many fans as they absorbed the whole view of both of you interacting. It was shocking to know both of you have been dating but his boyfriend-ish behaviour shoots thousands and millions of peoples’ hearts. You decided to swallow down your questions for him and finished the live, later pinning him down on the bed as you interrogate him.

• “Why did you do all that without discussing with me? We didn’t even plan to reveal our relationship at all and you just- urgh, what if people started bashing us? Our careers are gone!” You frustratedly combed your hair as he pulled you by the waist to reduce the distance, uttering under his breath like a child, “y/n, i don’t care about what others think, i care about us… there will be people who support or not, but i wish those people who support me, you or us will love us the way we are… i was admiring your voice just now and i felt like ‘i really need to tell the world how beautiful and gifted you are’ because you are my muse.” He snuggled more along your stomach, planting kisses on them through your layer of shirt. Your worries are long gone as you accepted his point of view, hugging him tighter to your body and soothing his back.

✦ felix

-> Imagine: It was Valentines Day and Felix invited you to do a tiktok video together. You thought it was for personal use only but he ended up publishing in the skz account, earning everyone’s attention on this couple.

• “Pleaseeee, just do it with me babe,” your boyfriend almost went down on his knees as he begged you to do a tiktok video with him in your holding room. You really hated doing tiktoks but for the sake of him, you decided to close one eye and entertain the poor boy shaming himself infront of your crew. “Arraseo, i’ll entertain this time round only, can you don’t post it though?” You softened your gaze as you saw his sparkling eyes, lips curling when he heard you agreed to it. “Personal use, personal use,” he assured you without a second thought before pulling your hand to one corner, teaching you what to do.

• After a few attempts, both of you managed to get the final video done and you admitted that tiktok isn’t as annoying as you thought, so you became more receptive to do it. He asked you many times before but since today is valentines day, you just gave in and tries something he likes to do and you did enjoy it. However, after you finished your recording of performance, your manager came over to you and said “you are viral on tiktok now, with felix.” You thought thunder just strike right infront of you as you were stunned, flustering at how the outcome will be. “Yah! Why did you post it?” You ran over to skz room, seeing felix sitting in one corner chatting with other members. He stood up and guide you in, calming you from your anxiousness.

• “I just wanted people to see how matchy we are. It’s valentines and i want to share my happiness with stays and everyone! Hey alot of stays actually fan over you alot! They would love to see more collabs between us or even more than that, you don’t have to worry about anything,” his hands laced over yours, rubbing soothing circles as you mouthed a ‘really’. You were worried if people were opposing against both of you, but as you looked through the comments section, they were mostly positive and you felt bad for being rude to him earlier. “Hey sorry, i was just worried, and afraid, like i felt like i am not on par with you? Like you see, you are a member of a boy group and im a soloist, it doesn’t really match like you get what i mean-“

• “I understand, i understand babe… but hey, please don’t look down or distance yourself from us. We are all artists no matter we are in a group or solo. You have wonderful voice, perfect visuals, beautiful personality that the public should love! I’m always here for you like i always do and i want you to have more faith in yourself and our relationship, okay?” He cooed you softly as he pulled you into his embrace, hushing you from tearing up. He understood your concern of the barrier between the identities but he is certain that the fans will understand and wish both of you the best and stay strong together. The other members took the cue to leave the room quietly, giving some personal space for both of you to talk.

• Getting together with felix isn’t easy. He may seem like a tough and cool guy on the outside, but he is really sensitive on the inside. When he first confessed to you, he was so nervous to the extend that he wasn’t able to control his tears. He was so afraid of confessing but he still wanted to give it a try. He was so afraid of hearing ‘sorry i don’t like you’ but he was more worried you would be affected by it and the friendship will strain. It was tough to provide more securities for one another, which also makes both of you treasure each other more. It was true that there isn’t a need to reveal them, but if both of you are happy then there isn’t a reason why both shouldn’t be sharing such happy news? The gap between your roles should be gone when you dated him, because you are not dating skz felix but felix lee yong bok, and he is dating you not because you are the soloist y/n but the true you.

✦ seungmin

-> Imagine: you were invited on a show called ‘Seungmin at your service’ to join him for collaborations on a few songs. As both of you were chatting, you guys started to recall how both of you fell for each other.

• “Let’s welcome, our album record broker soloist who can sings, raps, dances do anything — y/n!” The emcee cued you into the shoot, flashing the warmest smile you have at the idol infront of you, who is also your boyfriend. The whole world already knew that you and Seungmin are together and it was a bomb when the news released. Many people were doubting both of you would last long but both still did, and it’s already the third year into the relationship. “Wow it is such a wonderful sight to see the couple sitting beside each other and singing their souls out, shall we hear more from them?” Before the recording, both of you already discussed on the setlist of songs to sing and practiced harmonization together.

• Ever since Seungmin started this programme on his own, he had always wanted to invite you over as his guest to do duets with him, and it finally came true. The whole setting was beautiful, perfectly fit the romantic atmosphere lingering in the air as both of you fixate gazes on one another, voices stacking with one another perfectly as if they found their missing piece. It was a great platform, great time, great chance to prove to the world that the vocalist couple was able to produce more sparks than expected, showing the haters wrong.

• “Wahh, i finally get to do official duets with you today,” he grabbed a bottle of water for you, both sitting by and chat about the preparation process and some other light hearted topics before calling it a day. “Right, we always did it when we were together but they are uncomparable to today’s episode. The whole ambience was just right on the spot and i really enjoyed myself, thanks for inviting,” you looked into his glittery eyes, fingers slightly grazing with one another as he speaks. “I’m sure the fans wondered how did we meet right?” He saw the director gave him a handsign of 5 minutes before ending, so he suddenly thought of chatting about the both of you. “It was a funny occurance actually… i was practicing in my holding room but my manager forgot to close the door, leaving slight gap behind and just nice he was walking past and heard my vocals,” you laughed as you recalled your shocked face when you turned to see the latter clapping, fully mesmerised by your voice.

• “That’s right, i was really just casually walking past to visit the washroom but your voice captured me. I tracked the origin of the voice and realised it was yours, unable to control my admiration so i started clapping the moment she ended hahaha…” both of you were laughing at that stupid encounter but if not for that, you guys wouldn’t be together until now. “3 years were neither long or short… we have learnt alot from each other and helped each other to improve, hence explains why the harmonization fits well… we definitely fought before, but seungmin is always super patient and talk things out with me,” you hovered your hands over him, lightly squeezing to give him some strength. “He was really not confident of his vocal skills but i encouraged him that he did well, and he had the motivation to strengthen them which i am very happy to see where he stands today and having his own programme now.”

• Both of you continued the conversation a little more, light chuckles filled the air before ending the episode. “Thank you everyone for the hard work,” both of you bowed to the crews and left the shoot hand in hand, making ways to the holding room to change up. “Im sure our fans will love it alot,” your lover hugged you tightly along the corridor, sniffing your mild fragrant scent that makes him fall deeper for you. “Of course! Who are we?” You uttered softly, patting the vocalist back before grabbing your bag. “I’ll see you at your dorm later?” He nodded happily, waving goodbye to you as you return to your house first.

✦ jeongin

-> Imagine: Jeongin posted a pic of both of you holding hands and announcing to the world that he is officially together with you and tagging your username.

• “Are you sure?” You questioned the latter sitting beside you, refining the pictures that both of you have taken earlier on in the day before posting. “Yes, i am, super confirm babe,” he firmly hooked onto your hands, soothing those furrowed brows of yours, understanding the insecurities that lingered on your mind. “Hey, the fans will support us okay? You are such an amazing singer! Don’t ever feel that you are anywhere lacking behind okay?” His tone softened much as he hold onto your trembling hands, rubbing them smoothly.

• “Really? I feel like, people will think that a singer like me can never match a member who is part of the 4th gen top boy group… im just a soloist who happened to be lucky to break the record of fastest album sales but, i feel like im not up to standard yet, not to mention revealing to the public im with you…” those anxious tears started welling in your eyes. You really wanted to let the world know that you and jeongin are together but the fear pulled you away from doing so. “Done,” the deeper voice ringed beside your ears as you darted your eyes at him, seeing him smiling at the fresh post that got abundant number of likes coming in.

• There were so many words that you wanted to stop him but they are all thrown into the bin. The only thing you pray now is not to get bashed the moment you click your social media app. “Hey! Everyone is wishing us well though,” jeongin passed his phone over to you, proving that the netizens are really happy to see the both of you together to erase all your overthinkings. You broke into tears of joy as you saw the wishing comments, putting down the stone that suppressed your heart. “Open your account,” he pointed to the phone placed beside you, beckoning you to hand over to him.

• You just stayed quietly by his side, observing how he airdropped you those pictures and swiftly posted on the net. Maybe i should believe in him, you thought. Instantly you saw many likes and comments swimming into your comments section, all wishing both of you well, as well as some encouraging comments like “my girl is always so awesome! Can’t wait for duet soon~” etc. “I told you, fans will like it! You must trust me and yourself,” his hand went over your shoulders, putting your head gently on his shoulder as he continue to look through the comments.

• Ever since that day of announcing, both of you don’t have to be concern of getting caught by anyone anymore. The 2 of you decided to be in the same frame more often, singing together and supporting each other in promotion periods or concerts. Of course, there are people who object the relationship of both of you, but the most important thing is both of you are happy with the decision to stay with each other. Coming back alone can be really lonely but whenever he is around, he would always serve as a reminder that the reason why you work so hard isn’t just to prove yourself, your family and friends or to the world, but to show that you are on par with him to walk further in life with your vocals that captured his heart.

-> thanks to my forth lovely anon who requested this! I tried to match according to what you want, let me know if it’s okay :)

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[whatisbraincells]

people wanted it(so did I) so here is my therapy au for NWH(SPOILERS)

I called it The Spider-Men AU or alternatively Spider-Bros

They are brothers

The spider really likes the Parker boys, since it bit all three

Tom is Peter, Tobey and Andrew are Tobey and Andrew because fuck creative naming

Peter’s trans, all three are bi

Peter is 15, Andrew is 17 and Tobey is 19

Tobey’s doing online college

They have bunkbeds and fouton in their room

They fight over the top bunk a lot

Peter’s dating MJ, Tobey’s dating Wade and Andrew is dating Harry

Their suits are very similar, Pete’s has black, Andrew’s has Navy and Tobey’s has blue but otherwise the same

They tell the public they’re “the Spider Men”

The public refers to them as “the small one”(Pete) “the lanky one”(Andrew) and “the responsible one”(Tobey) or more offically “Navy” “Blue” and “Black”

They call each other “little shit”(Pete) “bitch face”(Andrew) “mother fucker”(Tobey) when on the job

Aunt May knows and approves, though she gets worried about her boys

She’s very supportive

Tobey and Andrew wear their suits under their clothes, but it’s quite hard for Peter to piss in so he has to change

This leads to a lot of “PETE HURRY UP” “THIS IS CIS PRIVLAGE”

They are pure chaos

“MOTHER FUCKER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT” “YOU’RE NOT MY MOM BITCH FACE”

*Pete misses a swing after being chased and falls in front of Andy* “nice of you to join us”

*goon gets sent rolling in the other direction* “they see me rollin’ the hatin’”

*Tobey and Peter talking about math and science and how it will help the situation, Andy knowing full well he is of the same intelligence* “y’all are nerds”

*electro does something* *all three boys sarcastically at the same time* “Gasp, shocking”

They quote vines a lot

Many people have theorized that the group are teenagers

Lots of hair fussing

When Andy sees Pete in the hall, he punches his shoulder then fusses his hair.

If there’s some kind of problem, he fusses his hair first, then punches his shoulder

They have an unspoken agreement with the old ladies that live above them not say anything when they see the boys sneak back in through the window

Tobey is the least sneaky, he makes a lot of noise

Tobey’s organic webs are an anomaly in the family

They develop the web fluid for Andy and Pete from his webs

Toxic masculinity? Never heard of her

I really wanna put Miles in this somehow but that would be few years into the spidermaning tm and I wanna start this around a few months in

Peter’s spidey isn’t openly trans because it’s nobody’s business but they agree to do an interview and the interviewer says something transphobic and the other boys are like “oh she had it coming” and Peter just laughs and looks at the camera and says, “I’m trans dumbass”

For pride month, they spider man with bi flags as capes

Pete and Andy walk to school together every day because it gives them a bit of normality

Tobey on the other hand has unlimited webbing and swings wherever he wants

None of them will admit they are hurt so they always drag each other to the hospital where they have an agreement with Dr Cristine Palmer on behalf of Dr Stephen Strange to patch them up and not say anything

They’re about to go into a big battle and Andy just grabs his brothers shoulders and says “I love you guys”

(They say it back)

Tobey refers to them as his baby brothers and Peter refers to them as his big brothers. Andrew calls them each respectively

When Pete first brings MJ home Andy gets all fake offended when he doesn’t introduce them

“Peter where are your manners young man”

“UGH MJ these are my brothers, Andrew and Tobey”

“Thank you.”

Tobey chaprones homecoming much to his brothers’ dismay

A convo that absolutely happened

Pete: “Is it still ok to kill spiders now?”

Andy: “yeah… wait”

Tobey: “OH MY GOD IS IT”

Matt Murdock is a family friend and he stops by for dinner every once and a while(very often May’s microwave dinners and taste in takeout is very good)

They throw his laundry in with theirs because he doesn’t have that much clothes(usually it’s in the same wash as the spidersuits so all the blood gets out together)

They also groccery shop for him sometimes because the stores don’t have brail

He knows about the boys being spidermen and Daredevil is seen teaming up with them on a regular basis

I like to think he has a cordinated high five with all three of them

He comes over for Christmas dinner

Along with the Moraleses(I snuck my boy in there) because they are also family friends

Wade joins the year that he starts dating Tobey ‘cause he has no family

Tobey wraps all presents that aren’t for him because Andy and Pete suck at it and Aunt May gets overwhelmed

I’ll add more when I come up with it and add the ao3 link when I write it

Request to be @ed when I post and I will try my best to

[robcognitivepersonality]

The Mastermind & the Architect

How I get along with INTPs as an INTJ

I love INTPs, you guys are my type of friends to hang out with. Honestly I don’t see that awkward anti-social stereotype that looms over being an INTP. Hanging out with you, there’s no peer pressure to speak of, no Chad’s to deal with, no sense to impress anybody. We chat over beers, get high, play video games, share insights about life and people. Type descriptions have painted you as these emotionless sentient robots, totally missing the mark that you are also socially very intelligent. Perhaps the most socially intelligent of all the types. Oftentimes you deliver the most insightful life advice. Your awareness of public sentiments is completely slept on.

I guess it’s just my own anecdote, but the INTPs I know somehow manage to always be in the know. Like Varys in Game of Thrones, you have a 6th sense of little birds spread out everywhere informing you things. Be honest, am I correct that you possess the juiciest gossip details? No worries, I’m not here to know them if it’s not my business. But damn those juicy details can be so accurate though.

The word ‘socializing’ by the mainstream definition may not necessarily apply to you. But you definitely are out there exploring whatever tickles your curiosity. Shit I’m convinced you’re everywhere, physically and virtually. Even if you’re one of the minority that literally hides in Mom’s basement, you’re all over on the Interwebs. I see you in all kinds of subreddits, discord servers, subculture forums, MMORPG worlds, etc. It puts my lurking game to shame. And you know everything. And in some circles, you’re very popular.

You range from vibing and lurking to leading group conversations where everyone quiets down to listen to you. “STFU @everyone, our INTP lord is talking.” It’s a reputation rightly earned! You are the trusted beacon of truth and sentinel of knowledge. Whatever you say will be considered highly advisable. I’d be so busy taking notes and learning, or sometimes I have no idea what’s going on looking like a clown. I’m the socially awkward penguin here.

That leads me to another point: ‘leadership’ by the mainstream definition may not necessarily apply to you either. Yes we know it’s not your charming charisma that we’re gravitated to. It’s your talent for solving problems and discovering insightful information that enable you to command the most value and respect amongst your peers. The most conscientious of you implement so many new processes, enforcing standards, and become our role models. You advise us to make better decisions, give us confirmation checks and confidence boosters, and build us processes and systems that will enrich all of our lives.

"Reality is far too diverse, broad, elusive, ambiguous and complex for us to pin down. Even the limited empirical data we do manage to collect can only be interpreted within the framework of a subjective paradigm. It is, therefore, not really neutral. But in our desperate search for closure and reassurance we confabulate entities and explanations to construct huge edifices of assumed truths. They make up the world we actually experience; a self-woven cocoon of stories, not facts.” — Bernardo Kastrup

That’s all thanks to your Extraverted Feeling and Extraverted Intuition. It’s a stack that makes you altruistic, unpretentious, and unassuming. You help without ulterior motive, except for figuring what things could be improved. If there’s anything egotistical about you, it’s to be understood that your intentions are for the best of the tribe. You playfully and intensely explore deep in the tangled webs of any system, whether we’re talking about society, a software application, or the constructs of reality, searching for how it’s all pieced together while wearing the face of a mild-mannered pleasant person. You sync with the social atmosphere without trying to disrupt it. Like why kill the vibe for no reason right? The music is fine, don’t mess with the playlist.

The contrast with my Introverted Intuition and Introverted Feeling is that, instead of having this kind of symbiotic relationship with the community vibe, I am trying to figure out how to fit my ego into the mix. That doesn’t mean I’m doomed to disrupt everything in my path and that people need to bend themselves for me. On the contrary, I’m constantly reformulating my self-concept so that I can fit like a jigsaw puzzle piece. I daydream about what puzzle I’d like to belong to. I imagine where I’d like to be whether I need to come to emotional terms with myself or change the world around me. So, unlike you, I don’t have the itch to understand how everything is made. I just need to know the relevant things in order to fit in.

Who I am and how I feel is all in my own imaginary world; and it’s the most real thing to me. Everyday I remind myself that the idea of Me is nothing but a fleeting fantasy. There’s always a difference between that and what’s actually real. My existence would be nothing but hopes and dreams if I have nothing to show for it. NiFi in itself is a function pair of existential delusion. That’s why I can be so anal about empirical truth, and put so much value on evidence. I hang on to my SeTe objective concrete perceptions very tightly, as my life literally depends on it. And I make sure I’m correct. The way I see myself would be wrong and not real if it was based on false information.

While both our Thinking-Sensing functions want to get to the bottom of the truth, I love how you don’t care about being right or wrong. You don’t feel attacked about being proven incorrect. You don’t care about being smart. You don’t judge yourself when somebody questions your logic. All of your energy is spent on proving theories, since none was deemed necessary on proving yourself. This is where your intensity lives. Spending all of your energy digging deep down to get to the bottom of understanding whatever you’re focused on. After all, truth only stands after being excavated, scrutinized, and ruthlessly tested.

The funny thing is that truth is elusive. The world as we see it is a playground that is too vast, complicated, and ever evolving to truly be conclusive about it. There are so many ways and angles to look at something, all of them could be correct. Hence the knowledge vault that is your mind is always cracked open. I’d like to think it’s a never ending adventure, like building elaborate sand castles on an infinity beach. But you tend to admit getting lost in these thoughts can make you go crazy. Everything can be explained, we just don’t know how yet. Introverted Thinking and Introverted Sensing gets down to the nitty gritty and figures it out.

“The general population doesn’t know what’s happening, and it doesn’t even know that it doesn’t know… The world is a very puzzling place. If you’re not willing to be puzzled, you just become a replica of someone else’s mind.” — Noam Chomsky

That means you are a Sensor. Yep. With all the shit-talking about Intuitives being smarter, it just happens that the type regarded as the smartest is a Sensor. That whole thing is bullshit anyway. Intuitives generate ideas on top of ideas diverging away from the concrete. On the other hand, your Extraverted Intuition observes the complex and abstract universe so you can render it in with more detail and reduce ambiguity. Life’s troubleshooter doesn’t generate speculations, you search for them. You spend your time trying to make sense of it all. No stone is left unturned. Your knowledge vault is full of concrete minute details of what you understand about stuff. And you can be a real stickler about those details.

My SeTe seeks to consume those TiSi details. Especially if it’s about something I value, I want to hear everything that starts with “Well, yes no maybe. The devil is in the details.” When pursuing my goals, I like to research and make solid logical reasoning to ensure I know what I’m getting into. INTPs have been the indispensable sources of guidance for someone like me who’s driven to stay informed. People say it’s good to be well researched. But where do all the sources come from, you know what I mean? Abe Lincoln once said “behind every great INTJ is a great INTP,” right? You guys have saved my ass, humbled me, and made me happier along the way. There’s seriously not enough credit given for the good and value you have contributed for me and society at large.

When I look into myself, I see that being wrong feels like downing a glass of whiskey. It burns and I’ll just have to tough it up. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? To stand corrected is character building. I’ve built up my tolerance, but it used to be so painful. It wasn’t an experience I’d like to go through often. To not be wrong and be hurt again, I dive down the information rabbit holes studying to gain back my confidence. What actually happens was that I’ve been burying myself hiding under the mounds of data I gathered. I didn’t want to be exposed and thought as stupid. I didn’t want to be seen as a fraud. I didn’t want to find out my existence has no real value. I didn’t realize I became someone who was very insecure about who he was.

And here you are as I’m watching you gracefully prancing around without that kind of fear holding you back, waltzing on the line between the realm of what you know and the much bigger one of what you don’t know. I’ve heard you say “no idea” many more times than I’ve ever said it. I’ve seen you routinely make brainfart mistakes. I’ve caught you being wrong on so many counts. Yet you still stand as the one many of us count on to solve problems. That takes a lot of courage to do what you do. It’s mesmerizing. Needless to say, I really look up to you.

"We are in the seat of the US government, a government that was founded by people who were, at one point, ruled by kings they couldn't overthrow. So, what did they do, right? They started over. They came here, to the New World. And the way we win is by creating a new, democratic, decentralized Internet... One where it is the users, not the kings, who have sovereign control over their data. This, I promise to you: I will help you end this tyranny by building an Internet that is of the people, by the people, and for the people, so help me God." —Richard Hendricks, from Silicon Valley

Modeling you I realized it wasn’t even about accumulating knowledge, but about humbling myself and embracing my vulnerability. Exposing myself will push me over the hill of Mount Stupid down to the Valley of Despair; a place you’re very familiar with. That’s the first step to enlightenment — I know… It’s silly to make this an epic journey. For I can only imagine that tumbling back down to the bottom of the Dunning-Kruger effect is just a normal Tuesday for you. While we can question the popular misconceptions of that curve, there’s still reason that you tend to sell yourself short.

And there, I see that you can feel just as unsure and as unconfident as I am, perhaps even more! That comes with such a relief for me. I admit that I’ve felt intimidated by you. Yes as crazy as that sounds, I’m scared to push back when you’re sure about something. I just assume you’re more right. But the more I understand you, the more I see you enjoy stepping in and help out. Whether it’s answering a noob question or one even you don’t have an answer for, it’s as if it was an invitation to get to know each other.

Who cares who’s got the bigger brains. The point has always been about building an amiable relationship by meeting together intellectually. You’ve shown me to not take intelligence so seriously, that there’s no such thing as a dumb question, that it’s OK to say “I don’t know.” I learned to loosen up about being logical. And ironically that made me see the truth: I am an emotional person who had been suppressing his feelings over logic. And I projected this suppression onto others. I shunned people who weren’t bearing the same brunt that I’ve endured to keep my emotions down. I wrongfully believed emotions were weaknesses. I’ve looked down on “stupid” people because I was trying so hard not to be one.

Knowledge doesn’t define us. It’s simply a means for what we want. While I used it to isolate myself, you use it to connect. Information is to food as logic is to cooking, you’re the master chef offering your talents for people to get together and enjoy. I’m the pretentious Yelper giving you 5 stars and a Like. And I gotta be honest — I feel I’ve gotten unfairly way more out of you than you have out of me. You’ve never asked for credit, but I’ll always feel indebted to you. It’s not enough for me to acknowledge what you do. I guess you could trade your thoughts for my opinions.

Like me, you’d rather be left alone observing the world. Like me, you’re fascinated by how it’s all put together. Like me, you wonder where you fit in the vast elaborate structures of it. Well it’s not much… But you have a special place inside my imaginary world. This world that I die trying to make into reality by acting and proving myself who I think I really am. I am your friend. I am someone who deeply appreciates who you are. Someone who wants to be like you. Someone who knows he wouldn’t be where he is without you.

“To be born means being compelled to choose an era, a place, a life. To exist here, now, means to lost the possibility of being countless other potential selves.. Yet once being born there is no turning back. And I think that’s exactly why the fantasy worlds of cartoon movies so strongly represent our hopes and yearnings. They illustrate a world of lost possibilities for us.” — Hayao Miyazaki

I hate to say that this is all I got to give back. But I’ll definitely act on it. After all, feelings are like theories. They’re not real unless we materialize them out. You know that. Your feelings have always stood by your logic, wherever they came from. Many times they’re the reasons why you get deep in your head, why you’re willing to get out of your comfort zone, or why you get these bursts of flow state solving problems. You care for the good of your community. There really is a rose tinted bias in you. It really is the thought that counts. You recognize and solve the questions we should be asking ourselves to live in a better world.

In these moments you become the most genuine and sincere out of all the types. Unriddling the mysteries of the universe and discovering how we’re all connected speaks for who you really are: a human being who’s trying their best with what they know and understand about being kind with one another. Because of that, I’m inspired to be who I really am and to live as genuinely and sincerely as I can. To not hide under the truth but to stand proudly on top of it. I’ll live out my self belief as someone who will leave this world a little better than he found it. Thanks to you, we can make this true. Together as data points serving for something bigger than ourselves.

[ganymedesclock]

Okay so here's the take.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I also don't trust people who refuse to believe that you can be bad with kids or incompatible with parents.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I understand that on a root societal level people don't properly respect childcare as anything that can be difficult or kids as something you're allowed to not want to have or spend time with.

I don't trust people who hate kids, but I have patience and forgiveness for people who come to the point of saying they hate kids because they're not allowed to say "kids are fine, but not for me" because unless they turn this answer uglier and uglier people will keep trying to talk them out of it because having children is treated much like romance- nobody is allowed to think "that hard" about it or practice it in any sort of """aberrant""" manner but also everyone has to always do it because otherwise we'd have to independently negotiate our relationship with it and that's scary, so it gets turned into a norm that its most enthusiastic defenders all joke about hating anyway.

Kids cannot help but need you. They are not monsters. They're just humans at their most vulnerable. I think everybody should work to gain the skills to make cohabitation with children as mutually painless as possible. That's the baseline I think you can reasonably require as other people. Kids are in society, that's where they should be, and if you are driven to fury by this notion you may be exhibiting an intolerance of vulnerability that probably bleeds over into other areas of your life, maybe examine that.

Nobody is ever obligated to have kids, nobody is ever obligated to like being around kids, nobody is ever obligated to want kids. If someone doesn't think they'd be a good parent it is not your job to talk over this.

Producing a child isn't a badge that you're a real grown-up. (also, holy hell, fathers should have a meaningful stake in their kids' lives, but that's a different issue)

Nobody should have kids unless they earnestly and wholeheartedly commit to it and nobody should take it upon themselves to get on their friends', neighbors', relatives', acquaintances' case about So When Are You Gonna Change Your Mind And Have Kids

but don't take that out on the kids themselves, guys? Kids live in the same reality as adults but they have less experience, less control over where they're going or what they experience, and less ability to separate what's happening right now from what is true of all reality forever. This can be super frustrating to deal with from the outside but I guarantee it is worse from the inside.

[rengokuswif3]

Inosuke with a Prim and Proper™️ Girlfriend

People like to comment on your relationship a LOT to your dismay. Why were you dating such a pig? Why was he dating someone so stuck up and uptight? What did you guys even have in common?

But simply, you two made each other happy and perfectly balanced each other out

You were calm and quiet, Inosuke was anything but. You taught him some manners, he taught you how to loosen up and get your hands a little dirty

You weren’t exactly detested by dirt, you just grew up avoiding it and not being allowed to play outside as a kid, your parents worried about you growing up to be suitable for a husband

So he invited you to go with him out to the woods, promising to protect you from any demons or mud puddles that cross your path

He was VERY confused the first time he saw you cringe away from dirt. He lived in it, he didn’t understand avoiding something so…everywhere? Like, you can’t really avoid it so might as well embrace it, right?

If you REALLY insist, he’ll carry you while he runs through the mud so you don’t have to get it on your shoes and clothes. Calls you a princess though, but that’s not exactly a bad thing❤️

At dinners and while visiting, you teach him how to be respectful and polite. You snap at him when he chews with his mouth open, shove his feet off the table, tell him to wipe his mouth off, make sure he says please and thank you, stuff like that

He thinks it’s kind of a hassle, but he’ll do it for you since you deal with all his dirt and craziness

NO BUT HE IS SO IMPATIENT WAITING FOR YOU TO GET READY. Like he considers himself ready just rolling out of bed, you on the other hand have to do a whole routine for your hair and skin and makeup and clothing, and he’s already made and eaten breakfast while yours has gotten cold as he waited for you

When you guys go camping, that’s when you let yourself relax and let him teach you how to build a fire without matches, how to make a little shelter for the night, things like that. And for once he doesn’t see you fret over getting dirt under your fingernails as you put a ring of rocks around the fire to keep it contained

You tell him you’re worried about animals or demons coming around while you’re asleep, but he wakes up at every little noise since he grew up fending for himself. A squirrel could scurry by and he’ll slice it with his sword and hide the squirrel so that it doesn’t upset you in the morning (lol you find out and hold a little funeral for the squirrel and Inosuke just sits there guilty like a kid who just broke a window-)

You’re even able to help with his temper. Yeah he’ll still get angry if someone says something that vaguely sounds like a challenge, but with you he won’t get so defensive and quick to assume you’re angry with him or something

[stromuprisahat]

Alina and the Darkling’s interactions, pt. 12

Siege and Storm- Chapter 1

Not only the Darkling has authority, he’s well mannered. He doesn’t need to be loud or violent, yet he’s commanding respect.

I wonder how did he find Alina. It had to be some magic!

Alina, you also thought he’s gonna torture you, when he just wanted to ask about your day. Not to mention calling him void of emotions, so sorry if I don’t take your psychological assessment too seriously... Calling the true Second Army “underlings” also doesn’t make Alina seem like unbiased narrator.

“Even Ivan looked a little ill.” Yeah, bet he was hoping to never see you again...

Of course she doesn’t look well. She barely started to heal after years of suppressing her power and now she’s doing it again.

There’s also the question if she’s not summoning out of fear of getting caught, or of Malyen’s reaction. We know he doesn’t like Grisha, but loves Alina weak and “pure”, and now he’s her only companion. Is it so impossible to summon warmth? Or just enough light to be barely noticable by human eye? There’s always risk for Grisha, but what about the benefits? A little bit of health...

Pretty sure being on the run from Lantsovs doesn’t make him healthier.

“A small price to pay.”

Small price to pay for surviving certain death.

Small price to pay for unlocking a new way to use power that wasn’t given to him (, therefore cannot be taken away on a whim).

Small price to pay for saving lives of like ?five? of his people from the skiff.

Small price to pay for saving lives of his people on daily basis. For nichevo’ya can be used instead of living, breathing human.

He’s literally ripping out pieces of himself every single time he forms one, yet it’s described as unnatural evil, not constant self-sacrifice. (This guy should really work on his boundaries.)

Calling on merzost was painful, like a breath torn from his lungs, a moment of terror as his life was ripped away to form another. Creation. Abomination. But he was used to it by now.

Rule of Wolves- Chapter 33

*singing* That’s ‘cos it’s truuuuuuuuue!

This is the man, who wants the heroine to grow, to thrive. The villain!

The Darkling likes to touch the Collar. Is it possessiveness? Of what kind? Does he touch it like extension on Alina? Is it because he killed it? Because it was his, then hers and now in a way both? Does he feel something, because it’s some Morozova’s mystical creation, and he his heir? (There’s a lovely theory about the Darkling being the true third amplifier...)

Why anxious? Too much talking? Is someone on their tail? Do they have something against the most powerful amplifier being wasted on ungrateful runaway? Do they feel like Darklina should get a room? Different one? It’s not fear of nichevo’ya, they’re not created for another page.

“His answer didn’t matter.” NO, it never did, did it?! Baghra’s claims found their use once again.

The Darkling’s regretting letting Alina close. Wanting did make him weak. Too weak to see her for who she is. Too weak to realize she’s gonna betray him, that she'll gladly sacrifice what matters to him most for undisturbed future of frail existence.

He always puts Grisha and Ravka first. That one time he wanted something for himself was obviously mistake that cost him layers and layers of his plans for better future. Now he knows better. He shouldn’t have gotten distracted by fantasy about companionship. 

Honey, it's not our fault you can't count.

When we see the Darkling use his power (There’s intention, shadows playing friendly cats with the Darkling don’t count.):

Alina’s discovery

The Cut on drüskelle

The presentation to the Tsar

Winter Fete

Malina's capture

The “battle” on the Fold aka Slaughter on the skiff

That's like six...?

... and here they are- nichevo’ya. Creatures born out of desperation.

“... everything I knew about Grisha power”, which isn’t much, but nvm... I’m certain after half a year of basic education Alina’s an expert on such things. (I’m genuinely trying not to be sarcastic.)

Grisha loyalists: Move bitch, here comes the cavalry!

Alina, the narrator: ...the Darkling’s Grisha were cringing up against the walls in very real terror. This was what had so frightened them.

Seasoned soldiers, who have seen slaughters of battlefield and often other unimaginable horrors, are terrified of artificial canon fodder. Well-knowing that could’ve been them every single time nichevo’ya falls.

(I have a half-formed essay about “the gift the Darkling earned on the Fold” somewhere in drafts...)

What about the option that those Grisha might not fear him, but fear for him? Since it’s obvious using merzost costs the Darkling. These are people, who fought wars alongside him. They trust him with their lives and he doesn’t waste them. He protects them. But what if he miscalculates? What if by keeping a few from harm’s way, he dooms them all? What happens if the strain of creating new nichevo’ya proves to be too much? (For world without the Darkling see also: KoS duology, SoC to smaller extent)

How much did the Darkling know about their Tether? The nichevo’ya bite made it stronger- did he suspect? The monsters are torn from his life, they’re his autonomous extension in a way...

Or was the bite simple “eye for an eye”? I have a reminder of my grave mistake, you deserve one too, for fucking with me?

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4,  pt. 5,  pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11

[minouyujis]

"just leave your shoes at the door," the ten year old boy mumbled. "my person gets mad when people have no manners for his house."

"your person?" she responded. "do you mean like... your dad or something?" she pried curiously, big eyes roaming around the empty walls and spacious area of her study partners home. without looking back at her while leading the daisy towards the living room, he shook his head. "my dad passed. this guy is my caretaker."

she nodded, not pushing the conversation any further because her parents had always taught her about manners and respecting peoples privacy. "sorry if i asked too much.... just tell me to shut up whenever, okay?" the small boy, known as megumi, finally turned his gaze towards her. "i'm not gonna do that y/n. i'm fine with whatever questions you have." the poor girl smiled at his response with her eyebrows creased into a frown, accepting his answer. "lets just get to finishing the science project and then you can go back home."

"of course!"

it continued until sundown. with the fatigue overpowering the young girl, she yawned which caught the attention of her friend that sat beside. "sleepy?" he asked, staring at her with his scissors and glue in hand. she nodded, rubbing her eyes. "go home. we can finish tomorrow before recess." she mumbled back a scrunched up reply to which he could understand that she was agreeing with him.

after packing up the materials and cleaning the table they had been working on for the past three hours, he led the girl towards the front of his door out of respect. following her behind, before she had tried to place her hand on the doorknob, a sudden voice had-

"whats this, kid? you bringing a girl home already?"

"s-shut up!" megumi stuttered, the flare of red already being present on his cheeks as a strange white haired man continued to giggle at his teasing. he had knew who the girl was already, the familiar face crossing his mind when he came across her family. "y/n, yeah? going home?"

"how did you-"

"i'm good friends with your parents! they tell me all about you, i'm glad to see megumi has you as a friend out of all people. everyone at his school is scared of him." the man known as gojo continued to tease at his small student. the boy just stood there with a huff. the girl nodded happily, and has she continued to say her goodbyes the small memory that had been held in the back of his head for the last seven years had brought him out of his trance.

"you know, you should probably just go talk to her instead of watching her like a freak."

the now freshly young adult sent the older man a glare, the white haired lad never changing throughout the years. megumi turned his head back towards the familiar stranger. "it's been so long. i don't think she remembers me." gojo shrugged. "you wouldn't know unless you talk to her~"

megumi contemplated on the idea. he doesn't really remember the last time he talked to her, maybe it was before graduating elementary? she moved more closer to the outer city, her parents complaining that rent had started getting obnoxiously high. he didn't blame them, but every now and then he did still think of her. she was genuinely the only person besides satoru who understood where his background came from.

she was currently buying flowers from an outdoor shop, and while his gaze went unnoticed she continued her path down towards the exit of the area, megumi's questions on if he should see her or not had shortened to a much more limited time.

"welp, i'm going to walk the other way to avoid your embarrassment. have fun kid." gojo then continued his way into a small boba shop, leaving megumi to fend for himself in the middle of his small childhood crisis.

"tch." the spiky hair boy turned his head away, making his decision as final walking towards where she had been headed. getting the feeling that someone was following her, it wasn't too much off until she turned her head and met figure with the person she had buried in the back of her brain.

"gumi?-"

"y/n," he interrupted accidentally, his breath catching up to him when it was caught in the moment of being closer to her face. "....hey. it's been awhile,"

she let out a small laugh at his current state of surprise. it made his heart flutter. "it really has been, how have you been?"

he continued to stare at her. loss for words, the boy stood dumbfounded. "are you okay?" she asked out of genuine concern. megumi shook his head slightly, ruining his own thoughts.

"i'm sorry," he said, flustered, "it's just... you're really pretty." he turned the slightly shorter girl into a blushing mess. "d-don't just say things like that!"

megumi let a small smile fall onto his face. pretty girl. "if you're not busy, do you want to come with me to eat somewhere? i don't mind paying for you." she felt content and nodded to his proposal. "i'm guessing this is a date, yeah?"

he shrugged. "only if you want it to be."

and so it was.

[anyoneseenadam]

Healing

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie

a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333

based on: this and this

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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.

You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.

When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.

Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.

By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.

When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.

The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.

If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.

Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.

Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.

That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.

During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.

You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.

“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”

“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.

“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”

“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”

“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”

“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.

“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.

“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”

He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”

“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.

“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.

“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.

“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.

“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.

Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.

After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.

Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.

And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.

You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.

But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.

In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.

He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.

When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.

You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.

Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.

“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.

“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.

“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.

“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.

“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.

“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.

“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.

“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.

“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.

Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.

Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.

You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.

Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.

You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.

“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.  

“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.

“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.

“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”

You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.

“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”

“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”

“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, ���It’s over, we can go home.”

“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.

“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.

“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.

“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”

You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.

The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.

Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.

“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”

You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.

When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”

“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.

“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh did you!”  you laughed.

“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,” Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”

“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.

“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.

When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.

Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.

You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”

He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.

“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.

“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.

“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.

“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.

You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.

I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.

Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.

Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.

Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.

He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.

Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.

You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”

He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.

“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.

“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.

“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.

“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.

“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.

“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.

“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.

“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.

“And were any of them your mate?”

“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.

“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”

“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.

“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.

“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.

“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.

“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.

The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.

“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.

“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.

He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.

One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.

He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”

You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”

“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.

“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.

“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.

“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.

“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.

“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.

“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.

He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.

And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.

“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.

He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.

“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.

You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.

“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.

“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.

He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.

“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.

Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”

“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.

“I’m sure I could make it up to you.��

[kurosukii]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: there’s no one you hate more on this earth than your school’s cocky volleyball captain, and being paired with him for a class project just honestly takes the cake. 

genre: college au, enemies to enemies fucking au.

warnings: 18+. hate sex (oiks is a meanie here but so are you, kinda), slight size kink, against the wall sex, facetiming (noncon to dubcon), exhibitionism (noncon to dubcon), voyeurism (noncon to dubcon), dacryphilia, ass play, multiple orgasms (oiks has mad stamina), degradation, slight praise, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), tit-fucking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, dirty talk, humiliation, dumbification, spitting, cumplay, creampie, hair pulling, pet names (bunny), implied seijoh four x reader

word count: 6.9k

author’s note: not much to say about this other than i’m a SEIJOH FOUR WHORE!!!! (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI)

[2:11 PM]

you honestly think the world hates you.

you tried your hardest to stifle your groan and not slam your head on the desk when the professor called out your name with your self-proclaimed “enemy”, oikawa tooru, for the project that was worth forty percent of your grade this semester.

when class ended, you marched ‘respectfully’ to your professor to negotiate if you can work on this project alone, but even before a word even slipped out of your mouth, your professor raised their eyebrow at you, sensing what you were going to say and just said “just deal with it” and “stop acting like a high school student”.

well, that was an ice cold bucket of reality that was just poured on you.

you were definitely acting like a high school student, and the cause of your behavior was none other than one of your school’s most obnoxious athletes, oikawa tooru.

seriously, there was just something about him that irked you so much. maybe it’s an accumulation of all his actions, his smugness, and the way he turns his nose on everyone, but all the girls and guys seemed to keep running back to him. everyone saw him as the ‘perfect king’, but you knew better. at least, you seemed to think so.

sometimes, you’d feel embarrassed at the way you were feeling and acting. you were raised to be a respectful person with good manners and conduct, so every time you get the pep talk from the imaginary angel on your shoulder, you’d try your best to be amicable with oikawa for every interaction since you shared multiple classes with him. but every time you did so, oikawa would end up doing something that broke your resolve and you were back to square one again. it seemed like the guy got off to annoying the shit out of you and making your day terrible.

with the professor long gone from the lecture room, you were left alone with your thoughts, up until you heard someone click their tongue. you shook your head as you turned to the source of the sound.

“aw, do you not want to be paired with me that badly? i’m not that bad! i’m going to help you do the work if that’s what you’re so worried about, sweetheart,” oikawa taunted in that lilting voice of his, with brown eyes glinting in mischief as he tossed his hair back.

“fuck off, tooru. just don’t slack off on this project or i’ll kick your ass,” you threatened him, anger slowly rising. he laughed at you, mirth making his eyes disappear. your lips thinned to a line as your anger increased.

you called him by his first name, not bothering with the respect (if he even deserved that) that came with addressing someone with their family name since you ‘hated’ his guts anyway, but somewhere deep down, you called him tooru because you like the way it sounded.

you liked the way it fell from your lips with a sigh whenever you touched yourself in the privacy of your room. the post nut clarity always hits you hard after orgasming with his face in your mind. maybe that’s why you pretended to hate him so much, because you were really just like the other girls. you were just as enamored by him as the other fangirls were, only they embraced it while you still denied it. nevertheless, the hornier you felt for him, the easier it was to channel that into anger and exasperation against him.

meanwhile, you didn’t notice it, as you were too busy in your own bubble, but his eyes darkened when he heard his given name slip from your lips. he’s more accepting of his desire for you, fucking his fist nearly every night with the thought of you underneath him, begging him to fuck that naughty pussy of yours to oblivion.

oh he knew that you were just putting up a front, and he let you. he knew it in the way your stares would linger and change into something deeper—more carnal. you thought he wouldn’t notice.

but he did.

he notices everything about you just like how he notices every play on the court. he relishes in it, practically keeping a tally in his head, so when he finally gets to pound your cunt, he’d confront you about it, and there’s nothing you can do about but accept his cock and his words.

he shook his head from his dark, carnal thoughts and slowly walked towards you, shoulders tightening as he fought the urge to slam you down on the table and fuck your cunt and make you scream so loud that people will come running.

you stood your ground as you looked up at him, which is a feat because you were damn near shaking and the tightening coil in your lower stomach was not helping either.

damn you oikawa tooru, you growled in your head.

he leaned down towards you until your noses were almost touching, with his bubblegum breath fanning your face and chocolate eyes boring into your own. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’m not going to let you do this on your own. what kind of guy would i be if i let you slave over this without my help? tsk, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now would it?” he says as he straightened his body, with attitude and face going back to his usual demeanor, different from the one before.

you sucked in a breath as he pulled away and he smirked at you. “see you later at 7pm, sweetheart. you know where my place is, don’t you?” he asked you absentmindedly, making your blood boil at the audacity of him expecting you knew where he lived, and you did, but that’s besides the point. he was just so fucking obnoxious.

you scoffed an affirmative at him which made his smirk grow wider. “count the hours until you get to see me again, darling. i know i will,” he winked salaciously as he turned his back on you, wiggling his fingers as a sign of goodbye. you didn’t bother to grace him with a respectful farewell. instead, you raised your middle finger at him that was accompanied by a glare.

he just laughed at you, “always so mad at me, sweetheart. maybe you need to remove some of that tension,” his gaze smoldered, eyes turning into molten brown.

you involuntarily gulped as he slowly looked you up and down. he made eye contact with you, eyes still dark, as he licked his lips. he looked like he was about to pounce on you and devour you. It took him every ounce of his focus and self-control before his lips curved into his i’m so perfect and you’re not smile and blew you a kiss as he finally walked off to his next class.

you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming as you cursed oikawa in your head to hell and back. the nerve of this dickhead, you thought to yourself. you grumbled more to yourself as you hiked your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the lecture room. you were done for the day and despite what oikawa thinks, you weren’t going to count the hours until you get to be in his apartment with him. alone.

but then again, all you did was lie to yourself wherever he was concerned, because you definitely didn’t twiddle your thumbs for five hours, took a shower and shaved, basically pampered yourself to look good and decent for him. no, you definitely didn’t do any of that for him.

if you were paired with another person, you would have definitely arrived ten minutes before the set time, but because it was oikawa, you took your sweet time going to his apartment, annoyance brewing. what was so wrong with living on campus? you asked yourself along the way, which made you even more annoyed because he didn’t even offer to pick you up at the train station. not that he needed to, but the courtesy would’ve been nice and it would’ve made you see him differently, but he didn’t do any of that so you’re stuck stomping your way to his apartment building.

“are you sure about this, oikawa? makki and i don’t mind having front row seats to this shit,” mattsun smirked, arms resting on the back of the couch in the spacious apartment. oikawa invited them to hang out after practice because he said he had a “surprise” for them.

“don’t know about the other one there, though,” mattsun nodded to iwaizumi who was brooding by the floor to ceiling window, arms crossed as he raised his eyebrow at mattsun. “maybe he wants in on it,” makki piped which made all three of them laugh at iwaizumi while he just told all of them to fuck off. he didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to see you put in your place as well.

he wouldn’t have given a fuck about your petty and sexual tension-filled issues with his captain, but you also gave him grief whenever he was with oikawa and what better way than to witness, and probably have a hand in, seeing you begging and whining for your cunt to be filled with cum?  

“don’t worry guys, you’ll definitely have your turns,” oikawa’s eyes glinted as he smirked at his friends. “looks like little bunny is running late,” he checked his wall clock and tutted to himself.

sheesh, guess the king really does live lavishly, you grumbled to yourself as you stared at the intimidating complex. most college students are broke, live in school sponsored dormitories, and survive on store bought ramen, but oikawa obviously isn’t like most college students. you shook your head at the clear social divide and pushed through the spinning doors, the cool air of the lobby blowing into your face as you shivered from the temperature.

you walked up to the receptionist’s desk–of course there’s a receptionist–and you asked her what floor and room number oikawa’s apartment was. you just about thanked her when your phone pinged so you took it out and checked the message.

“you’re running late, little bunny. might have to punish you for this.”

your legs squirmed as you felt your panties dampen at oikawa’s text. your clothes seemed hotter now and you pulled at your collar. you cleared your throat and nodded to the receptionist as you walked to the elevator.

before you knew it, you found yourself before oikawa’s door. you were about to knock but it opened, revealing his shirtless form. you gulped and couldn’t help but stare at his lithe body, with droplets of water slowly trickling down his abdomen and disappearing through the waistband of his sweatpants. you raised your eyes to meet his. he was smirking at you, his smug face satisfied with your perusal of him. he was drying his damp hair with a towel, and it made his biceps ripple. why does he have to be so goddamn obnoxious and hot.

“are you done staring at me bunny? as much as i love your gaze on my body, that’s not what you’re here for, unless…?” he taunted you, his body lazily leaning against the doorframe as his tongue slowly licked the bottom of his lip as he stared at you this time. you scoffed at him, and didn’t bother to wait for his invitation inside his apartment.

you lightly shoved him, careful not to make most of your skin touch, which was a feat since he was naked from the waist up. “you wish, tooru. stop being stupid and let’s get this done and over with,” you muttered in annoyance, standing in the middle of his living room with your arms crossed and quietly observing your surroundings. “and don’t call me bunny!” you snarled at him, eyes meeting his glowing brown ones.

“i’ll call you anything i want to, bunny, and seeing that you’re in my home, you don’t get to have the privilege to order me around here, understand?” he warned you, voice lowering by a few octaves. if you had a tail, it would’ve been tucked between your legs by now. you bit your tongue and nodded at him with your eyes lowered. he smiled devilishly at you and turned his still shirtless body in the direction of what you presumed to be his room.

“let’s do this in my room, bunny. i have everything we need there,” you followed him without a word, realising that you were indeed powerless here. you didn’t notice the smug smile he was sporting, however, because his muscular back was turned to you. each step to his bedroom was a step closer to what he and by extension, his friends, had in store for you.

you entered his room and you marveled at his king size bed that was covered in navy blue sheets. there was a tall shelf against the off white walls that was filled with a few alien and ufo figurines, trophies, and framed pictures of him and his team.

you turned to him to ask about what he wanted to do until you felt him loom over you. he looked at you like you were his prey and he was the predator, which was not a far cry because you really did feel like a bunny and he was the big bad wolf. his dark eyes seared into your body as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

in one blink, he had you on your back on the soft bed with your wrists pinned together with one big hand as he nuzzled his nose on your neck and inhaled. “you smell so good, bunny. did you clean yourself up for me?” he hummed and shamelessly snaked out his tongue to lick a stripe on your neck which made you squeal at the hot and wet muscle against your skin. “taste good too,” he chuckled, the vibrations and heat of his breath making your spine tingle and arousal grow.

his timing was impeccable, he pinned you down before you even had the chance to notice the phone propped on the table beside his bed, with a fancy desktop where a few books laid askew, and his friends staring intently from the small screen. mattsun opened his mouth and before he could break the tension, makki slapped his hand over it and quietly shushed him. iwaizumi was too transfixed at the situation before him to reprimand mattsun for almost interrupting.

“t-tooru! get off—” you weren’t able to finish your sentence before oikawa bit the skin of your neck to quiet you down. “you should be honest with yourself, you know? i know how you look at me,” he teased you, slowly kissing down your body through your shirt. 

“not so feisty now, hm? you’re so putty in my hands,” he rose to his knees on the bed and let go of your wrists. you raised your arm to slap him on the face but he caught it, he also grabbed your other arm and slightly squeezed them as a sign of warning. “there she is, my feisty little girl,” he smirked down at you. his brown hair glistening in the low light of his bedroom as his dark eyes glinted at you.

he transferred your other wrist to his one hand as he slowly untied the strings on his sweatpants. you didn’t miss the growing bulge in pants, cock hardening at what was about to happen. you swallowed the lump in your throat because after so many nights of fantasizing and imagining, you’re going to finally see what he would look like under all those clothes.

“you want my cock? of course you do, your eyes are practically dripping with greed,” he mocked you, his hand slowly lowering his pants until his naked cock sprang free and bounced on his abdomen. fuck, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. your pussy gushed at the thought of him lounging around his apartment with only a thin fabric separating his cock from exposure.

“got nothing to say, hm? i was hoping you’d run your mouth just so i could have the excuse of shutting you up with my cock,” he taunted, eyes studying your face as a smirk stretched his lips. “did seeing my cock shut you up? i do have a pretty cock, don’t i?” he questioned you rhetorically.

you hated it because he was right. his cock was as pretty as him and it was enough to swallow on the words rising from your throat. it wasn’t overly girthy but you knew that it would still cause damage just by watching it pulse and throb, with pre-cum leaking from its tip.

“i’m going to let go of your hands now, slutty bunny, and you’re going to suck my cock until i fill your throat and mouth with my hot cum,” he told you in a matter of fact tone, and you really wished your weak self would protest and shove him away and bolt from his apartment to disappear from the face of the earth, but you couldn’t deny this opportunity, couldn’t deny yourself anymore, and oikawa knew that. he’s playing you like a fiddle and you’re absolutely falling for it.

he let go of your hands and you immediately gripped his cock, the other one holding on to his muscled thigh for balance. you licked one long line on the underside of his shaft before going back to suck the pre-cum on his tip. he tightly closed his eyes as he groaned, putting one hand on the back of your head and felt his thigh tense at the stimulation brought by your tongue.

your lips curled into a smug smile at oikawa’s reaction. he noticed it and glared down at you, he was about to say something before you widened your mouth to fit his entire cock in one go. you slightly gagged when he hit the back of your throat. oikawa threw his head back as he let out a long and loud moan, cock twitching in the heat and wetness of your mouth.

determined to make oikawa lose his shit, you started bobbing your head as you licked and sucked on his throbbing cock, maintaining eye contact with him. his lips were parted as he stared down at your moving head, eyes smoldering and grip tightening. you watched as his chest heaved up and down, his breathing becoming heavier.

oikawa lightly shook his head to get rid of the haze your mouth put him in and squeezed the roots of your hair. you moaned in pain while you narrowed your eyes at him. just when you were about to give him a lashing, he cut you off.

“my cock may be in your mouth but this is not your time to shine, bunny. you do have a good mouth on you, but i’m here to fuck that mouth until you learn your place,” he growled at you, the vein in his temple pulsing as he tried to regain control.

you didn’t even have time to think before he pulled out and slammed his cock back inside your mouth, balls hitting your chin. you cried around his cock as your eyes immediately watered at the sudden force of his thrust. you squeezed his thighs as a sign for him to settle before he fucked your mouth like a fleshlight.

unfortunately, he only gave you a few moments to get used to his size before his hands bundled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and used them as leverage to fuck his cock in and out of your mouth. he groaned as he watched the tears from your eyes fall around your full cheeks as you moaned like a whore with his cock in your mouth.

“i bet you touch yourself to the thought of me, huh?” he taunted you, not stopping from his thrusts. you whined pathetically and felt slick from your cunt wet your panties. “fuck, you do. just how much of a slutty hypocrite are you? all you do is lie to yourself-shit, that’s good–and pretend to hate me when you’re just like everyone else,” he growled, thrusting deep until he hit the back of your throat, clearly frustrated with your actions. you were slobbering all over his cock, saliva and pre-cum staining your face with how fast he was thrusting, while it dripped on the sheets below you.

his groans grew louder and his thrusts became sloppier as he neared his orgasm. you so badly wanted to touch yourself but with the way you were positioned, you’d end up choking on oikawa’s cock if you removed your hands from his thighs. instead, you tried your best to ignore the growing ache in your pussy.

“swallow all my cum, you slutty whore,” he ordered you, voice straining as he delivered one final thrust inside of your mouth before you felt the warm spurts of his cum paint the insides of your mouth and throat. you moaned at the heat, your mouth so full of his cock and cum that you tapped his thigh to give you room to breathe. thankfully, he pulled out his cock with a pop as you inhaled loudly, throat raw from the fucking it experienced.

even if he didn’t tell you, you would’ve swallowed his cum to try and make a statement. he gripped your chin as he inspected your mouth, eyes flashing in satisfaction when he saw your mouth empty. “that’s a good fucking girl,” he said, thumb going inside of your mouth as he pushed on your tongue. you closed your eyes as you breathed heavily, hands hanging limply on your thighs.

oikawa seized the opportunity to swiftly look at his phone, smirking at his friends when he noticed them shifting uncomfortably. iwaizumi flipped him off and oikawa just winked at him.

he turned back to you with your eyes still closed, stealthily blocking your view of his phone as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and licked it. his cock was still hard, owing to the pent-up tension that you have been giving him ever since day one.

he shoved you so your back landed on the bed as he straddled your waist, kicking off the rest of his sweatpants and chucking them to the floor. you opened your eyes as you yelped at the sudden movement, wondering what the fuck he was going to do now.

“what are you do–” you questioned him, but before you could finish, he ripped your shirt into two pieces. your eyes widened in protest as your sports bra-clad chest was exposed to him. “i’m going to fuck these pretty tits, whore,” he said as he squeezed your breasts together and groped them, making your nipples harden into peaks.

you moaned at his touch, finally feeling some stimulation on your body after aching for so long. he lowered his head down to your chest and started sucking on your nipple through the fabric. you threw your head back on his pillow and whined, his hard cock grinding on your thigh at the sounds you were making. he sucked and licked until your back arched to him, silently begging for more.

he raised his head from your chest which made you whimper at the loss of warmth. he looked wild, like he was a man on a mission.

his large hands reached for your bra and stretched the fabric until your tits were exposed to the cool air of his room. you moaned at the feeling of being exposed to oikawa, he stared at your hardened nipples, watching as his cock twitched against his abdomen. you watched his adam’s apple bob until you saw his mouth open. he spit on the valley between your breasts, string connecting from his lips. you moaned at the obscenity of his actions, spit feeling cold and thick as it ran down your chest.

he groaned at the sight, one hand guiding his cock under your bra and inserting himself between your tits. once he settled in between them, he squeezed them together to create that tightness. it wasn’t enough but he’s been wanting to fuck your tits, and it’s finally happening now. he thrusted and groaned at the softness of your breasts squeezing his cock.

his cockhead hit your chin, making it wet with your saliva mixed with his cum. your body rocked along with his thrusts, hearing him grunt and moan as he squeezed and fucked your tits. you wanted to touch yourself, but he was holding you down so you couldn’t reach your pussy. his thrusts became faster and your breasts became wetter as he neared his second orgasm of the night.

you watched him and you became even more annoyed because even in the throes of passion, he was still so pretty. pink lips parted as he breathed loudly, brown eyes darkening the more he looked at you, and that drop of sweat from his neck going down his defined chest.

“g-gonna cum bunny, fuck,” he grunted loudly, head thrown back as his cock spilled his cum and landed on your chin, neck, and chest. he stopped moving and stared at his work in amazement. you glared at him, because although he looked divine when he came, you still hadn’t experienced any type of relief for the night.

“tooru, i’m starting to think you can’t make a girl cum,” you raised your eyebrow in defiance, looking at him boredly, arms supporting you as you lifted your body in a sitting position. “all you did was pleasure yourself. do you even know how to pleasure a girl?” you taunted him, displeasure clearly written over your face. he watched your expression and smirked to himself.

the nerve of this guy.

“oh bunny, i can definitely pleasure you and make you cum. several times, in fact,” he said, eyes tracing his finger as he spread his cum all over your chest. “i just had the foresight to let myself cum twice because if i went straight to fucking you, you’d pass out before i even got my fill of you,” he purred, cock twitching again.

“and i want you to be aware of everything i’m going to do to your body,” he ended his statement with a pinch to your nipple. you yelped at the sting and swatted his hand away. he let out a low laugh before he grabbed your hips and abruptly flipped you over to your stomach.

“let’s remove these pesky shorts, shall we?” he said as he slapped your ass hard. you squealed at the pain, almost forgetting that he’s a volleyball captain and you’ve seen how lethal his serves can be. but you know that he’s not putting all of his strength in that slap. he laughed at your reaction and slapped the other cheek of your ass before pulling your shorts down and throwing it to the floor, eyes subtly flicking to the table.

“pretty ass wearing pretty panties,” he whispered, his index finger tracing the white lace of your panties. your face flushed in embarrassment because you know he’s thinking that you wore those for him. you did, but you’re never going to admit that.

never in a million years.

“your reaction tells me all i need to know, bunny. you definitely wore these for me,” he growled, his large hand coming down to your ass again as you cried at the pain. he watched the plumpness of your ass jiggle before he landed a few more consecutive slaps on the skin.

satisfied with the redness of your ass and the whimpering that came out of your mouth, he tore your panties into two flimsy pieces. he slowly removed them from your pussy, your wetness clinging on to them and forming a string. “can’t wait to fuck this dirty pussy, bunny,” he groaned as he watched it, cock pulsing at the tip.

he didn’t even bother removing your cum stained bra before he pulled your hips up until you were on your knees. he pushed his hand on your lower back, forming a deep arch until you bared your wet pussy to him. leaving one hand on your hip, he guided his throbbing cock to your clenching pussy and ran his tip along your folds. both of you moaned at the stimulation, sensitivity running down your bodies. you gulped at how he was going to make himself fit.

he stopped at your clenching hole before he pushed the tip in, squeezing your hip as he groaned, feeling the tightness around his head. you were about to thrust yourself on his cock because he was taking his sweet time before he shoved himself, making the both of you cry out as he bottomed out in your pussy. he gave an experimental roll of his hips which made your pussy flutter around his cock. he moaned at the sensation, bracing both of his hands on your hips.

he pulled back out and thrusted harder this time, drawing out a moan from you at the force and fisted the sheets in your hands. he began snapping his hips against your ass as you moaned louder.

“look at how my cock’s splitting you,” he grunted, eyes trained at how his cock was disappearing in your cunt. “swallowing my cock like it’s nobody’s business. your fingers aren’t enough. no, you need my cock,” he hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard thrust. he slapped your ass every time he thrusted back in, the double stimulation making you moan like a whore.

his obsession with your ass didn’t stop there. he stopped spanking your ass and centered on the puckered ring that was slightly clenching. he tilted his head to the side and stared at it in wonder. he gathered the saliva in his mouth as he spat on it. you squealed at the new sensation, body rubbing against the bed as he brought his thumb to play with the tight ring, an area you never dared to touch.

“t-tooru, that’s dirty!” you cried out in indignation, trying to squirm away from his finger, but you couldn’t because his cock was drilling your pussy to the bed.

“so? it’s perfect for a fucking dirty girl like you,” he growled, thinking twice if he should insert his thumb in your asshole, but he decided not to. he figured you weren’t ready for that, yet.

he removed his finger from your asshole as he gripped your hips to fuck you even harder, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t able to plunge his thumb in your ass. you moaned at the harshness of his thrusts as he pushed on the back of your neck to the bed. you whined at the pressure, switching your head to the side as you focused on oikawa’s brutal thrusts. that was when you noticed a phone on the table, seeing three red faces peering at you.

“oh my god, are they watching us?!” your eyes widened as you cried out. oikawa looked to the side and chuckled. “took you long enough. they were starting to feel lonely because you weren’t noticing them–fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he hissed as he felt your cunt tighten around his cock.

“why don’t you scream for them as well, hm?” he said as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that made you moan loudly while looking at his friends. iwa, makki, and mattsun groaned at your reaction, shifting their pants as they stayed in their respective places in the next room.

“t-tooru, please turn off your phone!” you cried, tears streaming down your face as you felt shame, embarrassment, and surprisingly, arousal creeping up your sweaty body. were you getting turned on by his friends watching your pussy get fucked?

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry,” he groaned as he spanked your ass once more, thrusting harder as he felt your cunt squeeze the shit out of his cock, clearly enjoying the fact that you were getting excited about being watched.

“and besides, i don’t think you really want me to. i think you like getting fucked stupid for my friends to see,” oikawa taunted you, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips. he moved your bodies so you were facing his phone head on, your fucked out face clear for them to watch. you lowered your head to save some of your dignity but he pulled your hair, neck straining as he showed your face to show them.

“tsk, don’t hide your face from them, bunny, let them see how good i’m fucking you,” he said as he looked at his phone, smirking at his friends who glared at him, clearly wanting to leave and bust the door down just to prove him wrong.

“after all, you are an attention whore. i’m just giving you what you want,” he whispered as he leaned down to bite the lobe of your ear. you whined at his strong thrusts, slick from your pussy sliding down your thighs.

“maybe you want them to come in here after i’m done with you and use you as a cum dumpster, do you want that?” he asks, hips thrusting hard as his balls hit your sopping cunt. you whined at his statement, hands gripping the sheets as your vision blurred from the pleasure.

“y-yes i want that! shit, t-tooru, feels so fucking good,” you whined, brain turning into mush as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. your legs were starting to tremble as your orgasm was fast approaching. oikawa knew you were going to cum so he pulled your hair harder and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his sweaty torso covering the expanse of your back.

“it’s okay, you can say it, tell me you love the way i’m fucking this filthy pussy. you’re the only one who doesn’t want to admit it,” he growled in your ear as he furiously played with your clit, making the knot in your stomach threaten to burst from his ministrations.

“i l-love the way you’re f-fucking me tooru! so fucking good, yes—!” you screamed as you came all around his cock, body shaking from the intense orgasm. oikawa groaned loudly as he filled you up with his cum, yours mixing with his. you moaned at the warmth in your pussy, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your senses. he came so much that it was sliding down your legs and staining his sheets.

you looked up at his phone and saw his friends staring at you with their jaws dropped. you would laugh at how comical they looked if you hadn’t just experienced the best fucking of your life, though you’ll never say that to oikawa. ever. you sighed instead, feeling icky with all the cum on and in your body.

you were about to lay on your back until oikawa carried you off the bed and slammed you against the wall, his hand cushioning your head from the hard cement. you yelped as your head spinned from the sudden movement.

“oh? you thought we were done? i promised to make you cum several times, didn’t i?” he smirked at you. you were amazed at his strength, his biceps flexing as he wrapped your still shaking legs around his waist. he didn’t even give you time to breathe before he plunged his hard cock inside your leaking pussy. fuck, this man’s stamina is endless.

you moaned wantonly as he pistoned his hips in and out of your cunt, hands squeezing the back of your thighs. your sweaty back was sliding against the wall as your body moved up and down, hands holding his shoulders for support. you noticed that you were still wearing your bra and it made you uncomfortable at the restriction it was causing to your tits.  

“we want to see her tits, oikawa!” mattsun exclaimed. he was practically bouncing in his seat in excitement. iwaizumi didn’t stop him because he wanted to see your breasts too.

oikawa  smirked, “you heard what he said, wanna show these tits to them?” you nodded frantically, embarrassment nowhere to be found as you removed your hands from his shoulders, finally removing the stained fabric from your chest. oikawa squeezed them with one big hand as soon as they were exposed causing all of them to collectively groan at the sight while oikawa continued fucking you.

“you walk around hating me only for you to end up getting fucked by my cock?” he growled at you as he ended his sentence with a hard thrust. “how pathetic and cock-hungry you must be. such a fucking whore.” you whined at his words, not being able to say anything because it was true. you were a cock-hungry whore for him, and you loved how he was fucking you with pent-up anger and frustration.

he squeezed your hips tighter, all the accumulated fluids in between you making lewd squelching sounds as you neared your orgasm once again. “to–tooru, fuck!” you screamed, cunt clenching as his cock hit your sweet and sensitive spot, walls fluttering around him.

“cum for me, whore,” he growled as he lowered his head to bite your neck. you came with a scream as you left red lines on his shoulders. his thrusts slowed down as he set your shaking legs down to the floor. he was still inside of you as he leaned his forehead down to yours, eyes closed as a drop of sweat fell from his hairline. his defined chest heaved as he fought to catch his breaths.

he carried you back to the bed with his cock still inside you. you thought he was going to pull out until he grabbed your limp legs and put them on his shoulders. you moaned at the new position, weakly trying to push him away because you were so tired. “n-no more tooru, t-too sensitive!” you weakly protested, hands trying to push yourself away from him.

“i think your dirty cunt can give me one more orgasm, hm? can you be a good whore and do that for me?” he cooed at you, thumbs slightly rubbing your ankles. you softly nodded at him, enamored by his sparkling brown eyes, or were you just drunk on his cum and musky scent? either way, his cock was too good to deny, even if your pussy was already close to being numb.

he smiled devilishly at you, he hugged your legs closer to his body as he started thrusting once more. you were practically incoherent, mouth sputtering unintelligible words and high pitched whines as oikawa rode your pussy. he let one leg fall off his shoulder as he gripped the headboard, mattress squeaking from his deep thrusts.

you watched as a drop of sweat fell from his neck and travelled down his chest and abdomen to mix with your joined bodies. you were so wet and slick down there that every thrust oikawa made only served to make your pussy throb and pulse around him more. you were moaning with reckless abandon, uncaring of the people that were watching your bruised cunt getting relentlessly fucked, only caring to climax one final time just so tooru would let you go and pass out on his bed.

oikawa was thrusting so hard and fast that the headboard was banging against the wall, with your breasts bouncing up and down along with it. you could tell that he too was at his limit, judging by how his thrusts became sloppier and erratic and his moans increasing in volume and pitch.

“t-tooru, g-gonna cum, please,” you said, he groaned as he brought down his arm from the headboard and played with your clit, pinching it with his fingers, making you scream and arch your back as you squirted all around him. he came with a loud moan as he saw the clear liquid shoot out from your pussy, drenching his abdomen. “fuck, did you just squirt?” he breathed in amazement, eyes widened and mouth dropped.

he set your leg down and pulled out as he watched your mixed fluids trickle out of your cunt. you were too fucked out to care as he played with your pussy, your mouth open and eyes drooping as you breathed loudly and heavily. he was pushing the mixed cum back inside your filthy cunt when you heard the door swing open to reveal your three voyeurs, all with tented cocks stretching the front of their pants.

“shit, oikawa. you actually fucked her dumb,” mattsun said in fascination, watching your chest heave up and down. makki hummed in agreement while iwaizumi just stared at your dripping cunt, watching your cum and tooru’s trickling out of your pussy and sliding down your ass, staining the sheets. you shivered at their stares and brought your hand to spread your folds, making them see your filthy pussy better. you smirked lazily as you heard the men in the room groan in unison while you swirled your finger, playing with the cum in your cunt.

“you got room for three more cocks, baby?” mattsun taunted you, three of them entering the room and standing at the foot of the bed. your smirk dropped as you watched iwaizumi take his shirt off, leaning your head back on the pillow as you moaned tiredly, your battered pussy quivering at the thought of more cocks making a mess of your cunt.

needless to say, you and oikawa didn’t get any work done on the project that night.

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