#exams are throwing me off my game so so bad

[r1elle]

a different type of affection | a. miya

throughout your relationship, there were times where atsumu had questioned your love for him.

your expressions seemed almost… ‘smaller’ than his. your words lacked the sweet sayings that his sentences would often have.

the way you’d glare at him whenever he did something annoying, (did you not find it funny? he only meant well..)

the amount of times you’d tell him to get off of you whenever he would be drenched with sweat after practices, (when all he wanted to do was hug you after a long day!)

or the fact that you get too hot when cuddling and eventually let go of him, (is it so much of a hassle to stay in his hold?)

but the more that atsumu stuck around, the more that he had noticed the details.

the quiet chuckle and relieved smile that you’d silently give after staring at him—indicating that whatever ridiculous thing he did was the first thing to leave a positive impression on your tiresome day.

the way that, even with the amount of times you’ve complained about him being ‘dirty’, you were always the first one to throw yourself onto his sweaty figure after every game, hugging him regardless of if he had won or not.

the light kiss that you’d plant on his forehead whenever you left his hold, purposely not putting too much pressure so as to not wake him—and how you’d slightly panic when he’d grumble to himself even just a little bit.

and if anyone were to tell him that there would be so much more realizations about you and your ways of showing love, he would’ve felt like less of an idiot in the long run.

so much things became clearer to him.

the way his baby picture was the main picture in your wallet.

the way your onigiri started to ‘coincidentally’ taste exactly how osamu’s did—just how atsumu liked it.

the way his favourite toothpaste suddenly became your toothpaste after he once commented how he didn’t like the taste of your old one.

the way how, when once passing by a room in your house, the sound effects of the video game he had excitedly introduced to you was suddenly being heard, despite the fact that you both had to stop playing the other day because of how bad you were.

and how you were oddly decent at it the next day when you told him you wanted to “try playing a second time”.

honestly? this wasn’t even the whole of it. not even close.

if there was ever something atsumu regretted within the course of your relationship, it was the fact that he was once in the belief that it was solely him ‘putting the effort’.

there was never a need to question your love.

not at all, not ever.

and atsumu made it an everyday vow to make sure you would never doubt, either.

— “i love you.”

“eh?”

“what? i love you.”

“that was random.”

“cant i profess my love?”

“we’re quite literally in an insurance office…?”

“so?”

“…”

“i love you too.”

made this in honour of the fl’s who’s display of love is never talked abt by the fandom bc the ml overshadows them 🙏🏽

guys are u tired of me making atsumu imagines yes or no (don’t say yes pleas)

I WANNA WRITE FOR A DIFFERENT CHARACTER SOON💔.. after exams guys trust.

[kingkat12]

CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS U DESERVE IT!!! I’m so glad u are joining the drunk club even if it is to calm ur nerves 😭 cause that is so real I’m afraid of flying and having some alcohol before hand would probably calm me down (I’ll try it next time I’m on a plane)

- drunk anon

DRUNK ANON<3333 THANK YOU MY SWEETHEART!!

tbh I've never ever been scared of flying before, I LOVE IT SMMMM I CAN SIT AND DAYDREAM AND HAVE MY MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW, a literal dream for the daydreamers!!!

and believe it or not, my exams in the upcoming weeks have left me with such immense anxiety that I drink a glass of Baileys every day to calm myself😭 so I'm definitely joining the drunk group, and I might also soon be joining Alcoholics Anonymous💀 idk if you or anyone else reading this have experience crippling anxiety, but a few days ago I had what felt like a STROKE because of how bad it got?? I was so so anxious out of nowhere that I slid off my couch and had to CRAWL my way to the fridge, and I downed half a bottle of wine that I had saved for god knows what reason... it was the only thing that helped and ugh I can't wait for exams to be over, because I NEVER EVER drink? literally never? so idk what's up w me but it's the only remedy I have for now... if anyone here knows some tips and tricks that don't involve alcohol or anything that fucks w ur body, pls tell me because I might be dying here😛 MWAH

[httpsryu]

the cc; campus crush

pairing: kim minjeong x fem! reader

summary: kim minjeong feels her heart rush at the sight of the cold-hearted rich girl

category: enemies-to-lovers(in minjeong's head)

genre: very very slight angst, fluff at the end

warnings: y/n is kind of mean (ITS IN HER BLOOD)

Hong Y/N, the youngest daughter of one of the richest conglomerate family, a real life nepo baby whose life has been granted since the day of her birth.

Much like her old sister; Hong Haein, Y/N is known for her cold-stoned face and cold-hearted soul. No one dares to even step in front of the pretty female.

Kim Minjeong on the other hand, oh how she wishes she was able to run into the raven-haired student that roams the campus.

"Isn't it crazy how I only saw her walk by once and I never saw her ever again?" Minjeong rants to her best friends while reading a news article about Y/N and the recent collaboration with YSL.

Jimin looks up from the medicine book, pushing her glasses up. "Well, you two may have different schedules."

"Or, she's only here once in a while?" Aeri assumes. "Like look at her family, college is probably like a hobby to her."

How could college be a hobby when the love of her life is sitting right here in the library.

"Her shoe game always kill." Yizhou scrolls through Y/N's Instagram and looking at the high heels in each post with envy. "You better get on that before some other man does."

Aeri laughs at Yizhou's words and for her friend to have so much hope in the latter. "That's if you ever see her again gracing these college floors."

Minjeong could only grumble under her breath, throwing a rolled up straw wrapper at Aeri. "At least have faith in me, yeah?"

"I have faith in you." Jimin says, raising her hand in support of her friend which earns a smile from the puppy-like female.

Minjeong stretches her arms, letting out a noise in content of how the stretch felt before throwing all her books and notebooks in her bag.

"Going home already?" Yizhou pouts, not wanting the other to leave. "But who will I bother now?"

The short haired rolls her eyes at her friend before pointing at the Japanese and getting out of the chair she's been in for 4 hours. "You can bother her, she's not even doing anything besides watching that dumb rom-com."

"Will we see you in tomorrow's morning lecture or you're skipping again?" Jimin asks, eyes still focusing on the materials written down in the medicine book. "Just wondering if I'll need to bring four or three cups of coffee."

Minjeong contemplates for a second. "I'll show up."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

For some strange reason, Minjeong will score high on exams yet her overall class grade drops because of lame professors counting attendance, the short-haired has no choice but to start showing up again.

With a hum in response, Minjeong slings her bag around her shoulders as she turns towards the door of the library. She looks down on her phone, checking for any important emails from any professors.

"OW!" A voice gets the short-haired's attention off her phone. "Could you at least watch where you're going?"

OH MY GOD?

Hong Y/N, the girl of Minjeong's dreams.

You pat off your clothes, afraid of dust flying onto your cropped blazer that you JUST got yesterday while shopping with your sister and brother-in-law.

The short-haired is caught in a trance at how beautiful your voice sounds. With a pretty face of yours and a music-like tone of a voice, she doesn't mind dealing with that cold-heart of yours.

"You're not going to apologize or anything?" You ask, glaring at the female in front of you.

Right.

"My bad, I got distracted." Minjeong nervously giggles, not that she's afraid of you but because you're standing in front of her. "I'm sorry for not watching my direction. If you want, I can pay for your clothes if anything is wrong with them."

If Yizhou was here, she would laugh in Minjeong's face at how much of a simp she already was for a girl who BARELY pays attention to anyone.

You look at the puppy-like female, no expression on your face. "No, you don't have to do that. It'll just be a waste of my time."

"Let me treat you out to coffee then!" The other spits out those words in a flash, her eyes full of determination of some sort. "It'll at least ease my mind."

You actually have no time for anything.

"It doesn't have to be today! Or tomorrow or the day after that." Minjeong exclaims, her eyes are puppy-like as she stares down at you. "Just, when you want cofffe, let me know."

And before your mouth forms a response to say, the red haired girl is already off on her heels and walking.

"I don't even know her...?" You speak to yourself, hold on your handbag tightens as you proceed to walk into the library with the same face you had on the entire time.

Being the youngest daughter of the Hong family isn't the easiest. Sure, others may argue that you got everything handed to you since the second you were born. You admit that they're correct, you were born in a family full of money.

Being born into one of the wealthiest family in South Korea already had a career already chosen for you.

But, it's not something you'd want to do for the rest of your life.

It's different for your sister and brother. While Haein is good at her job and takes charge while also being confident about it, Soocheol was adamant about extending his resort business. And you; you hated being in the business industry. Whether it'd be retail or resort, you'd be homeless instead.

"Y/N, keep your head in the game." Your father's voice brings you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your senses. "You're going to be working alongside your sister after college so you need to make sure you're paying attention."

You let out a nod, apologizing under your breath as you pay attention back to the board where your brother-in-law is talking about the results of kicking out designer stores that aren't reaching their sales. Whatever that was.

"If we let that happen, we'll be required to pay a penalty fee if they found out due to the branding." Hyunwoo explains to your father.

You let out a bored sigh, looking across the table at your brother who's cluelessly flipping through the papers then at your older sister who is sat beside you, at ease listening to everything being said.

"Stop sighing." Haein warns you, worried that you'll get a scolding from your father at home during dinner. "Just endure it."

You pout your bottom lip out in response, picking up a pen and doodling on the papers that were handed out to you earlier before the meeting. Oh, how you wish you could be anywhere else but here.

"On the topic of counterfeit products, it may affect how the overall sales in a whole range." Hyun-woo points at the estimated percentages.

Fighting to urge to let out another sigh, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand trying to pay attention to whatever your brother-in-law babbling about now.

While trying to look interested in the contents of the screen, you can't help but to think back on what happened earlier on campus and the encounter with the puppy-resembling female.

How come you've never seen her before?

How were you even going to get coffee with her if you don't know the girl? Not saying you would but maybe; if it ever comes down to it; then it will.

"We will take a look and come up with appropriate measures." Your father said, giving a look to your brother to write that down. "Meeting done."

The way everyone in that room can see how your eyes lit up at those last two words from your father. Everyone exits the meeting room, besides your family. Rolling your eyes at what this may mean.

Another lecture on being professional as a Hong family member

Possibly a really good vacation trip out of nowhere

"Hong Y/N, just why do you think you can behave the way you do?" Your father clicks his tongue in a scolding manner, pressing the button on the remote which rolls down the blinds of the meeting room so other employees would not be able to see.

You look down at your hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the angry man.

"I understand you're the youngest but Y/N, you need to realize that you've been off the hook since birth." He continues, letting out a deep sigh after. "You need to start taking things seriously, you are not a kid anymore."

Without letting you say a word, you hear the footsteps of him leave the room with the door clicking shut behind him.

There it is again; the stupid burden falling and feeling heavy on your shoulders. Your body starts trembling and your tears can't stop falling from your dagger-like eyes.

"Y/Nnnie?" Your brother softly calls out, walking over to where you sat. "Are you crying?"

Your brother-in-law's hands you a tissue.

"That's why I told you to endure it." Haein warns you.

Soocheol pats your back. "You know how father is like. He's serious when it comes to business."

"Don't comfort her." Your sister takes Soocheol's hand off your back. "She needs to learn and grow from this."

Hyunwoo calms his wife down. "Honey, let's not stress her out."

"That's right! She's already startled by father's words from earlier." Your brother defends you.

The older female shakes her head, disapproving the two males. "Once you're all settled down, come to my office for a talk, Y/N."

Soocheol gasps, placing his hand over his mouth in a way to not frighten you (it didn't work). While your brother-in-law could only give you a 'good luck' look as he goes back to his office. Soocheol shortly leaving afterwards after getting a phone call from the chairman (your grandfather).

Clicking on the button of the remote to draw the blinds back up, you stare through the windows and across into where your older sister's office is at. She's furrowing her brows upon reading some critical conditions and you know she's unhappy with something.

With a sigh to calm down your nerves, you quietly exit the meeting room and walk across to knock on the CEO's door. Seeing her through the clear glass door, she brings her hand up which prompts you to walk in. Each step you take, nerves are taking over as you walk towards her desk.

"I'm not being tough on you because I want to." She looks up, crossing her arm. "But because you're a smart woman, Y/N. We just want to push that towards the business that's been in the family."

Business this! Business that! Why does no one ever want to hear what you want to do?

"Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Her brow is raised, looking stern yet she means no harm. "Push through for a few more years, alright?"

You want to laugh-out of absurd. Everyone always tells you that as long as you listen to father and grandfather, you should be set. After all, we were born and raised into a conglomerate family. One of the wealthiest at that.

Yet, why does it bother you when you know you're set for life?

"Are you listening, Y/N?" Haein says, waiting for your response.

"Yes."

With a hum in satisfaction, Haein leans back in her chair. "Okay, meeting done."

With a small bow, you can only walk out of your older sister's office feeling disappointed in yourself.

Minjeong sighs while taking a seat in the back of the lecture room waiting for the class to start and for her friends to get here. She can only get her materials out and prepare for class in the meantime.

While opening her tote bag, she hears the lecture room's doors open again, indicating that another person also decided to come early. Looking up, still tired and out of her mind, to see who the other person is; Minjeong suddenly sits up and instantly widens awake.

What are you doing here? You were in this class? How come the others never told her about you?

You stand up straight, bag clutched in your hands while looking effortlessly beautiful in a vintage Chanel long sleeved blazer which hugs your waist perfectly along with a white turtleneck and a matching vintage Chanel skirt. And rarely; a backpack is hugging your back.

Minjeong has to give it you; she does admit that your shoe game will always do the outfit even more attention. Valentino heels seems to be one of your favorites.

Oh; how down bad Minjeong is for this classy lady in front of her.

You and her make eye contact. You look at her, realizing that it's the same puppy-eyed girl from yesterday. With a small quiet sigh, you walk up the lecture room's stairs.

The short-haired feels her breath hitch at the sight of you walking, omg the universe is blessing her with all of these Y/N moments.

"Is anyone sitting here?" You ask, the same cold sounding voice like yesterday but oh does Minjeong love the way your voice sounds. (she can never be your hater like the others are)

The ginger shakes her head immediately. "Please sit!"

'Strange.' You talk to yourself in your own thoughts at how eager that girl sounded.

Nonetheless, you sit in the seat next to her. Taking your backpack off and placing it aside before staring at the side view of the red haired. How strange yet intriguing she is.

Minjeong can see from her peripheral vision, her ears starts heating up and she can't help but to awkwardly turn to you. Expecting you to look away, you continue staring. Same unfazed cold expression that you're known for.

"W-why are you staring at me?" She asks, unsure of what to do or say.

Getting a shrug in response from you, you sigh before turning your full attention to the front of the room.

"What time does this class end?" You look down at the watch sitting on your wrist, ready to bolt out of here before getting yet another scolding from your sister.

"9:45."

With another sigh escaping your mouth, you sit up straight while continuing to stare at the whiteboard against the wall.

Minjeong wonders how long you've been in this class for. Perhaps; it's your first day.

The door opens again, this time with two loud voices and one voice shushing them constantly. A specific ginger short-haired hides her face from them, on purpose (and to also not mess up her love life).

"Oh! Minjeong is here today!" Aeri looks up, ready to wave at the named girl before trailing her eyes over to the figure next to her and her mouth instantly hangs low.

You nod to yourself at the recent information. Her name is Minjeong? Somehow; that name matches the puppy-like student.

"Let's not bother her." Jimin pushes both Aeri and Yizhou to rows a couple behind the first before sending a look over to her best friend.

The Japanese fights the urge to look back, whispering to Yizhou. "I thought Hong Y/N dropped this class?"

"She probably had other things to attend to." Yizhou whispers back.

Clearing your throat, you turn towards the female besides you.

Minjeong fidgets with her hands before she too turns to face you.

"About that coffee-" "-Would you like to get coffee today?"

The both of you stare at each other, until she lets out a laugh which caught your attention. Suddenly, you're staring a bit harder at her, focusing on her features a bit longer than you normally would focus on other people. And you cannot help but to wonder why once again, you've never seen her before until now.

"Would you like to get coffee with me today after class?" Minjeong asks, a smile on her pretty lips as she patiently waits for your answer with nervousness rushing through her at the expression of yours.

You clear your throat again, pulling away from the eye contact as you stare back at the front while ignoring the way your cheeks suddenly feels warm. "Okay, then."

Your answer simply means yes.

To Minjeong, that answer sounded indecisive almost.

"Your treat, correct?" You ask, still ignoring the weird heating effect on your cheeks.

The puppy-like female is doing summersaults in her head, jumping up and down mentally like an overly excited puppy who's ready to tackle down their human.

"Yeah! Of course, it is!"

next part: may 8, 2024; publishing date

i LOVED qot SO MUCH so of course i had a bit of inspo for this small short, characters from queen of tears are NOT mines (all rights go to the writers) leaning to writing another part to this (maybe?)

[ladyzayismultifandom]

3D

College AU: fuckboy!Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: smut with heavy use of mirrors

Warning Tags: mirror play, cunnilingus, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, and pussy drunk jungkook lol.

Description: Your friend with benefits wants to show off his new purchase and he knows just the right way to do it.

Minding your business and studying for your upcoming exam you ponder over what would really help motivate that burnt out brain of yours.

Too bad nothing was coming to mind. Or at all. It had been a minute since your guy bestie turned sneaky link back to just friends with benefits hit you up. It's complicated.

About a year ago when you were sophomores at a Halloween party a few drinks in the two made out in a closet during a game of 7 minutes of heaven. Your friendship with him has been questionable ever since. What your girlfriends don't know is that ever since then the two of you still hook up regularly. You just pretend it was a whoopsy but low-key if he asked you on a real date one day you'd probably say yes.

Sitting in your office your phone starts to vibrate. Speak of the devil. You pick up the phone "Yes, Jeon?"

"So if you're ready and if you'd let me" He sings

"Jungkook" You warn him.

"I wanna see it, in motion, in 3D" He continues. You look at the phone and sigh ready to hang up.

"Y/N don't hang up! I'm sorry" You smile and put the phone back to your ear. "Apology accepted. What do you want?"

"Now we both know that." Still smiling you close your laptop slowly backing up from your desk about to pack a spend a night bag. "Shouldn't you be studying? Finals are right around the corner."

"Can't focus but speaking of being around the corner come outside I gotta show you something." Shit. You shove some clothes in your bag and sprint to the front of your apartment complex in a big hoodie so none of the other students from your university notice you getting in Jungkook's Jeep.

You look at him up and down. He's wearing a black sleeveless shirt showing off his colorful tattoos with dark blue jeans paired with some nice Jordans. His piercings looked extra shiny today. Although you'd never tell him that his piercings made him cuter since he prefers to be called sexy you can't help but coo sometimes. You couldn't lie to yourself. He looked damn good. "So what do you want to show me?"

Back at his place you get comfortable throwing off your shoes somewhere and taking off your big hoodie. You look around the place still looks the same so what could he possibly have to show you?

"Come on it's in my room" He takes your hand with no hesitation and pulls you towards his room. Other than obvious fuck boy red LED lights he had on you did notice something different.

The ceiling mirror.

This mirrors oversees the entire bed. He must have done this on purpose. He already has a full body mirror facing the bed but you guess that wasn't enough. He needed something to confirm his ways.

"What do you think?" He hovered right by your ear. You had forgotten he was right next to you.

"I think you're ready for a onlyfans account." He pulls your back against his chest holding you by your hips. Who says I don't have one already?" Like butter you're melting into him already. Soaking in his scent. He kisses your cheek. "Let's make a movie" He whispers.

"Jungkook!" You smack his hands away, go up to the light in his room and turn the LED lights off. You always preferred the natural lighting from his bedroom window anyway. No neighbors to catch you fucking on the other side. Just the birds and the trees.

"Y/N I'm serious. Let's make a movie."

"For who? Your little fan club at school? No thanks." You plopped onto his bed looking at yourself in the new ceiling mirror. He laid down next to you.

"No just for you and me. Think about it." He got closer. " When you're away during the holidays I know you think about me sometimes. You could watch it whenever you miss me." You turn your back to him.

"Sounds like something more beneficial to you."

"Aww baby don't do me like that. You know the feelings mutual"

"Why don't you ask your other girls to do it? I bet they'd do all kinds of tricks for you on camera."

"Exactly they do the fucking most but you're... special. " Curiosity eats at you as you turn back in his direction.

"Special how?"

"You know what you want and exactly how to get it. I don't have to teach you anything or talk you throu-"

"What if I want to be?" You cut him off.

"You want me to talk you through it?" He grins, and your frown comes back. He takes your leg and wraps it around him as he slowly rubs your thigh. "You want me to talk you through it while I'm balls deep inside you? Is that it? You wanna watch yourself come undone on my dick in the mirror, baby?" His hands creep into your pants, slowly rubbing against that damp spot on your underwear. You let him take off your pants, revealing how soaked you really are. At the edge of the bed on his knees, he pulls you to him.

"So what's it gonna be, princess?" He kisses up your thigh, making his way to the point of no return

"Kookie" you moan. His brown eyes darken.

"I need a verbal yes, baby,"

"Yes! Hurry up!" You lean up on your elbows to look at him but not for long as he dives deep, taking your breath away. "Fuck Kookie ~"

Looking up, you get a better view of the two of you. Your shirt riding up with you breast poking out a little. Suddenly thankful you didn't put on a bra earlier when he came to pick you up. Your panties on the floor, Jungkook on his knees, face deep in your pussy. Something about the sight of yourself getting eaten out turned you on more than the act itself. Suddenly, you felt empathy for Narcissius. Looking this good while getting fucked how could you not fall in love with yourself?

Looking into the mirror in front of the bed, you could see just how wet you were getting. To keep from your legs shaking so much, Jungkook held your legs apart. His gently kissed your clit before looking up at you with honey glazed eyes full of lust.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice brought you out of your bliss. When did he take his clothes off? Who cares.

"Come here. Now." You demand. Like a devoted servant, he comes at your beck and call. Crawling over you to give you what you need. He takes off your shirt the veil between the two of your naked bodies before kissing you. You can taste yourself on his lips. The sweet aroma of his cologne and his tongue gracefully gliding in your mouth drives you crazy. Your pussy clenches on nothing and you start to pant a little. You slop your hand between the two of you to relieve yourself a little, but he grabs your hands and put them above your head with one. "Not yet." He kisses your neck trailing down to your breast. You whine as he sucks your breast the overwhelming neglect of your pussy starting to piss you off but your moans keep coming as do you because as soon as he reached down and finally touched you a waterfall shot out of you.

"See, baby? Patience" You couldn't take it anymore, so with all your might, you pushed him and got on top. His dick sprang to life, ready for you. In one swoop, you sank on top of him. His hips stiffened, making a o with his mouth eyes closed, hands tightly gripping your hips. Satisfied you leaned back a little and ride him not really caring about pace just getting there. You looked up at the two of you. Breast bouncing up and down, ass never looked better, His dick disappearing inside you more magical then any trick you've ever seen while his hair starts to break a sweat keeping up with you. You couldn't stop it was like a dark sex ritual.

While distracted, Jungkook took your arm and pulled you down to him for another mind shattering kiss. You couldn't think when he kissed you. Your mind that seemed to always be racing went completely dark as he kissed you. Without pulling out he rolled you over on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist before he drilled you. Your hands wrapped around his neck, scratching his back as you got closer.

"Look at you a dripping mess on my bed. I don't think you've ever swallowed my dick like this before baby" He slowed down but that didn't stop the pressure as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in making you both gasp.

"Fuck baby look at you." You did. Under the mirror the two of you were a tangled sweaty mess. You would definitely need a shower after this. Watching his hips grinding into yours as you hold him tight was your breaking point. " Kookie I'm-"

"I know, baby, just come. I got you" and just like that you fell apart. Oceans crashing, eyes rolling back, holding Jungkook for dear life as he helped you ride it out slowly before he pulled out. His seed leaking out of you. Coming back to reality you looked at Jungkook as he sported that dumb smile that you lowkey love. "What?"

"I told you you were special."

A/N: HAPPY KINKTOBER!

[patchofgrey]

Welcome to Part One of my head cannons for my OTP:

Nejiten Head cannons; Part two , Part 3

Tenten Head Cannons | Neji Head Cannons | Nejiten Family Head cannons

I have a few head cannons for these two that I wanna throw out there; Writing these two for like 10 years has made me realized that no matter what situation they are in (if writing in character) they are the idealistic couple. Sure, they argue and fumble the bag sometimes, but their dynamic is FIERCE. You cannot tell me that his most trusted friend, partner, and balanced scale IS NOT IDEAL? These are my head cannons that I base my stories on while writing them in character (which took a long time to do honestly, writing in character with characters who are not fully developed is hard as fuck. But you take whatever crumbs you get.)

Plus, I would’ve changed a bunch of things in this anime but that’s besides the point

😤

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1. Neji started liking Tenten prior to the second round fights of the chunnin exams. It started as admiring her skills, but grew to an emotional level as time went on. He asked her specifically to train with him because he felt that she was able to keep up and offer him a challenge in a realm he was not skilled in; weapon handling and evasion. This is going off of the fact that in one of the video games, Tenten had beat both Neji and Lee in evasion training, which in my mind, means that Neji saw Tenten for her skills and held her in very high regard even if she got clapped by Temari (which he didn’t fault her for! It was a bad match up). While they trained, Tenten would push conversation with him to the point where they started talking about their personal lives and led to Tenten finding out about the curse mark, his father, and his blind spot. Tenten had shared her deep insecurities about never being able to match up to them, or to be good enough to be like Lady Tsunade (especially after she fumbled the medical ninja training). To that, Neji ensured her that she was a great match up to himself and Lee; which is why he asked her to help train him in the first place. Since then, Neji has made it his priority to ensure that Tenten did not fall into a deep depression and would always praise her with the “you are good enough as you are.” He would shower her with subtle affection by buying her sweets when she was in a bad mood and spending some of his days off with her. In fact, it wasn’t until Gai-sensei had pointed out that Neji was attached to her, and was doting on her to make sure she kept a smile on her face. Neji would roll his eyes (as most 13-14 whatever’s they were) but kept at it well into their late teens.

2. Tenten is oblivious as fuck to Neji’s affection. I used this a lot in my Sleepless Nights fic, and sprinkled it in for some oneshots as well as hinted at it in Frequency. Tenten is an over thinker and can get inside her own head very easily. She thinks Neji is just being a good friend; arguably, she considers him a best friend since they are with each other all the time. She’s been so focused on her work that she never even considered the possibility that Neji liked her in anything past a friend. To be fair, Neji doesn’t seem like the type to make it obvious when he likes someone. And we’re about to get into that…

3. Neji is awkward as hell when it comes to anything emotion related but his love languages are Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Neji is alright with quality time, but he is a protector before anything else. I see Neji more as a “how can I help?” Or “Let me know if you need me.” He probably also gets snapped at by Tenten when he instinctively helps her and does things for her without asking if she needs help. She very much “I can do it myself” type of girl. Like I said before, he dotes on Tenten by buying her sweets and things she likes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he followed her around different weapons shops while they were on missions and helping her add to her enormous weapons collection. We also saw the acts of service come out of him when he shadowed Hinata (which was really sweet honestly. It showed his softer side and he maybe felt a bit guilty for treating her like garbage after his father died and was trying to make it up to her).

4. Tenten started realizing her feelings when they retook the chunnin exams. C’mon we all saw the look on home girl’s face when Fuu grabbed Neji’s hand and asked him to be her friend. It screamed LET GO OF MY MAN. Tenten hasn’t seen or experienced Neji interacting with other girls besides herself and Hinata (excluding Sakura and Ino who they were all friends with, but only interacted with on occasion). She didn’t like the idea of Neji getting attention from other girls.

5. Both are the jealous type. I know, I didn’t think Neji would be either, but it makes sense to me; Why would she be with anyone else other than him? Was he not her best friend? Who they shared all their deep dark feelings and secrets with? How dare someone else look at her partner in such a way? How dare they talk to her like that in front of him! For Tenten I don’t see it running extremely deep, but maybe a touch of it like stated above.

6. Lee was in on it. He absolutely knew. There’s no way Lee is so oblivious to his rival’s feelings. Especially since Gai has VERY loose lips. I wouldn’t be surprised it Lee was there when Gai had pointed out Neji’s affections for Tenten when they were gennin. Lee wanted them to be together and wanted to see them happy; Neji found comfort in knowing Tenten was alright. Tenten found comfort in Neji by trusting him with her feelings and not being harshly judged for it. I can see Lee purposefully hanging back and watching the two of them spar.

7. Neji only genuinely smiles around Tenten. Sure, he would offer a small smile of a smirk most of the time. But, around her he can actually pull his guard down and feel happy. He does offer small smiles and half smiles around Hinata and Naruto, however those big cheesing moments are usually kept in the presence of his bunheadded teammate.

8. Neji struggles to keep his feelings towards Tenten in check. He feels as though he doesn’t want to ruin their deeply rooted friendship and tends to keep a straight face when they are with a group. Tenten-again being oblivious- thinks he is just being an egotistical jerk around everyone when he’s not really like that when they are alone. He keeps some physical distance towards her as well unless they are fighting together, to prevent any mistakes and obvious signs of his affections. Perhaps he’s not into PDA either.

9. They argue. A lot. But it never ends in them feeling unheard or disrespected; these two have strong personalities and are very opinionated anyway.

10. Neji confided in Hinata about his feelings on Tenten, and Hinata promised to keep it a secret. (more on that in part 2 of my headcannons)

11. Neji tries to encourage Tenten to use her Taijutsu skills for close combat more. There’s a post circulating right now about how Tenten’s close combat abilities surpassed everyone but her team’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tenten felt discouraged by the fact that both boys on her team were already close range fighters and struggled with her gifts of long range fighting; she overthinks and puts herself into a box. Neji probably has attempted to strictly train with her (think Shippuuden…17-18 years old?) on her taijustu so she could gain some confidence. In fact, he has brought up to her that she would have beat Temari years ago if she would’ve show cases her taijustu abilities.

12. Their fighting style is more like a dance in flow. Tenten is very flexible and since her and Neji have been training since they were gennin, it would only make sense that they are so insynch with each other it almost look graceful.

I have more but imma stop there lol. I have ideas on how they first kissed, slept with each other all that stuff; how he would’ve proposed; It’ll be a very long post especially if I get into the whole “if Neji survived the war” which I do have a fanfiction on right now 👀 look at my pinned post for the link.

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[odxrilove]

BIRTHDAY BOY (TEASER)

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: 440 for the teaser, +8.1k for the full fic

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: this was supposed to be a cute short drabble for his bday but exams happened and suddenly i found myself writing 8k of tension during summer break. rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 

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Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 

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[shveris]

collage au with toji, sukuna and satoru living together and it’s surprisingly clean and well kept.

mention of emotional & physical abuse from family members and trauma

toji is the most messy out of the three but sukuna hates dirt so when he finds it he cleans it. satoru is a perfectionist who grew up in a tidy mansion so he always has the need and urge to keep his new environment just as clean — he feels very uncomfortable and restless otherwise.

they fuck around once in a while (yes, literal fucking) but it’s mainly because none of them have the actual mental to have proper relationships and despite satoru’s very extroverted behaviour, he actually hates touching people. he thinks they’re dirty, unsanitary, because he doesn’t know how they live and what their hands and clothes have been touching.

sukuna is clean though, he knows because he regularly buys those very expensive bodywashes and puts all their underwear into another cycle just after the first one is done.

toji is clean since he is kinda trained to adapt to his environment. he eventually even stops punching sukuna when he tries to put lotion on his very dry face after a scorching hot shower and he starts washing his hands when he comes home.

they don’t talk about how all of them have sex with each other at least twice a week — trice, if there’s exam stress — and usually the apartment is filled with bickering.

“six, you told me you’d send me that fucking report an hour ago.” satoru just stares at toji in his doorway and clicks his tongue because, yes, he completely forgot.

“have some fucking manners, dude”, he snaps back but sends him the report. they got thrown into this group project for three months with this emo named choso and a guy named ino, not that any of them gave a fuck. they were just laughing at sukuna because he was stuck with four women staring down at him.

there’re also regular outbursts of sukuna throwing items around — at satoru and toji as well — because he feels threatened. by what? they don’t know. they don’t ask. they just go with it and make a game out of it.

“if one of you hits my face i will actually chop your dicks off” is usually what satoru enters the living room with but when the tv remote slams into his jaw ten minutes later, he can’t help but laugh menacingly and throws himself onto the culprit elbow first.

their evenings are filled with study sessions (sukuna and satoru take their academics very serious and toji is just sitting there because he enjoys watching their facial expressions contort into frustrated confusion), playing video games, sex, uno that almost always ends up with sukuna and toji trying to kill each other, bad horror movies that make sukuna hungry, and some times they’re actually peacefully talking with each other until satoru falls asleep.

almost everyone on campus thinks they are dating and neither of them have an issue with that rumor (“it keeps the weird chicks away” sukuna had said and toji rolled his eyes). they don’t even act like couples, more like competitive boxers with too much testosterone (shoko’s words).

even with sukuna’s constant berates, insults and slurs, he loves cooking and always looks for a chance to brag about it to satoru.

“i bet your private chefs at home ain’t shit in comparison to me” or “the michelin chefs your parents are friends with can only wish to be at my level” or “this is my first time cooking this recipe and i fucking rocked it”

toji doesn’t mind at all, he loves all kinds of food, he’s the opposite of picky. whenever there’s something on satoru’s plate that he doesn’t like, he gives it to toji who will happily eat it for him.

sukuna even makes an effort to learn the recipes to his roommate’s favourite foods, perfects them in a few weeks. making mochi was probably way too much effort but he feels very proud whenever satoru brightens up upon eating the sweet treats. he’s glad toji is on the easier side of all this, the man loves chinese food a lot; dumplings, egg drop soup, lamb skewers and some simple noodle dishes.

toji doesn’t look like it but he enjoys the other two men’s company a lot. they never judge him for who he is, they never expect him to be a certain way, and not once did they ask why on some nights he comes home covered in blood. they just tell him to clean up properly and throw his clothes into the washer for three circles. they don’t ask him why he has that scar on his lips or nag him about that massive one that wraps around the left side of his body.

satoru is curious, his eyes speak volumes, but he never says nothing about it and just traces the tissue with his fingertips after sex. sukuna doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it at all, ignores it almost, but he always tells him to apply more lotion to it after scorching showers together.

grocery runs with them are always a complete mess; satoru only has eyes for sweets, toji grabs the next best instant ramen from the shelves, sukuna is constantly scolding them for not eating more healthy, says both of them would have vitamin deficiency if it weren’t for him.

he absolutely hates going out with them to the store but it’s necessary in a way. it’s a way of bonding, they get to buy everything they need once a week and then don’t have to go there for another seven days, and it makes cooking plans easier — and satoru is there to pay because he’s rich and the other two ain’t.

they also always end up buying a few packs of condoms and lube, much to the cashier’s horrors upon reading “extra large” and “strawberry flavoured”

sukuna and toji are rough, absolutely and utterly wild. satoru often calls sukuna an animal with no other instincts than to bite and breed and tear him inside out whereas toji just always knows how and when to abuse his prostate in the weirdest positions — satoru now has to stretch everyday to keep his limbs flexible.

when toji and sukuna fuck, the bedroom turns into a warzone. there’s bite and scratch marks everywhere on their bodies and when sukuna finally gives in and bottoms, neither of them actually make an effort to stretch him. never goes well. sukuna actually cries but he loves pain so it’s okay because satoru gives toji a really big scolding after and then both of them try to somewhat take care of him.

which also never goes well because all three of them never had good experiences with physical touch, nor do they know how to take care of someone else or themselves.

toji was barely holding himself together after graduation high school, having started some heavy drugs when he was sixteen and he never really grew out of it for years because of his fucked up family or his even more fucked up friends.

satoru was homeschooled, had no friends, didn’t know anyone his age — he had no concept of social life, of interpersonal relationships, pop culture. his face never showed any emotions because he just didn’t feel nothing, he felt hollow. nothing in his life brought him joy. his own mother barely paid any attention to him and when she did, there was nothing but hatred in her words.

sukuna grew up with a mother that had fun torturing him, may it be emotionally or physically. when he was younger, still an only child and his father too busy with work, she’s used him to press out her cigarettes, told him to stay still and then watched his face with great interest. there’s a long list of things that he had to endure and he hates remembering it.

they don’t know how they found each other.

i will deffo write more for this au bc i miss toji and satoru terribly

[mimiii-3]

Hello! I hope your exams went well 😊

Could I please request Ace, Deuce, Leona and Riddle reacting to you not giving them a goodbye kiss before bed.

Like they’re dropping you off at Ramshackle and is waiting for you to kiss them goodbye before they head back to their dorm but the reader is just like “thanks bby see you tomorrow 😊” and makes a move to leave?

- Rose Anon

Hi Rose Anon! My exams did go well - thanks for asking! Ahhh this idea is so cute

Twst boys react to reader not giving them a goodnight kiss

Note/warning: gn reader, funny, fluff, kissing, mentions of arson, malleus makes a guest appearance, reader has on lipstick for Deuce’s hcs

Extra note: I’m adding Epel to the request

. . .

- At ramshackle dorm -

*Prefect decides to tease their boyfriend by not giving them a goodnight kiss on purpose*

You: Thanks for dropping me off! I’ll see you tomorrow, baby!

. . .

Riddle

• immediately grows red

• pouty baby mode: activated

• in his shock, you had already entered ramshackle and closed the door

• Riddle rapidly knocks on the door until he can hear you unlocking it from the other side

• when you open the door you find him standing there with his fists balled up at his sides

• ‘did you forget something?’

• you pretend to have no clue what he’s talking about and shake your head

• Riddle sighs before leaning forward and delicately pressing his lips to the corner of yours

• he turns to leave, thinking you’re mad at him and that’s why you didn’t initiate the goodnight kiss

• you grab Riddle by his uniform’s collar and pull him back to you

• before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss him so passionately it knocks the air out of his lungs

• Riddle stands there with a dumbstruck look on his face before clearing his throat and readjusting his tie

“I would very much like for that to be the new goodnight kiss. So long as no one is watching us.”

Leona

• ‘not on my watch’

• he quickly sticks his foot in the door before you can close it all the way

• you gasp in shock and quickly swing open the door

• before you can scold him for putting himself in harms way, Leona leads you through the doorway

• he maintains eye contact with you as he kicks the door shut

• you can’t help but step backwards as your boyfriend saunters over to you

• your back hits up against the wall and you freeze

• Leona places his forearm on the wall, right above your head

• he leans in close and stares at you with his signature look that’s a mix of predator and prince

• you nervously gulp and lean forward to give him a kiss

• he jerks his head back, dodging your lips

• catching onto his game, you whine impatiently

• he clicks his teeth and a smug smirk makes it’s way onto his unbearably handsome face

“Aw does my poor, little herbivore want a kiss? Give me one good reason why I should indulge you.”

Ace

• throws a fit right after you close the door

• ‘fine! Two can play this game!’

• Ace huffs and then turns away, stomping down the porch steps

• you feel bad for your fussy boyfriend and open the door to call out to him

• he ignores you and continues to walk away

• your roll your eyes and speed-walk after him

• you finally catch up to him and grab his shoulder to turn him around

• you explain that it was a joke but it’s too late

• Ace starts his speech about how he loves you more and you think he’s a loser

• Ace = #1 gaslighter in nrc

• you completely tune him out as you watch the way his lips move with every word

• his rambling is cut off by you pressing your lips to his

“I forgive you but if you ever ‘forget’ my goodnight kiss again, I will burn ramshackle to the ground.”

Epel

• Epel does not play

• if it weren’t for Vil’s hour-long lecture earlier, he might’ve humored you

• but right now he’s tired and needs his goodnight kiss

• you don’t even get a chance to turn around before Epel reaches out and grabs you by the hips

• he moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you

• Epel licks his lips and then tilts his head

• you stand there in shock, not used to this initiative-driven Epel

• your lips connect with his and it’s like everything around you just disappears

• you’re not sure how long the two of you were standing there before you hear someone clear their throat

• you part from Epel to find Malleus standing near the gate, awkwardly staring at his feet

• you suddenly remember that you were supposed to take a walk with him

• Epel rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and then turns to leave

“Night hun’. Sorry Malleus, they’re all yours now.”

Deuce

• screams ‘wait’ so dramatically he sounds like a melancholy sailor’s wife calling out to her husband at the port

• you try to stifle your laugh as you watch him nervously shift his weight

• you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose

• Deuce flushes and mutters a small ‘more’

• you cup his cheeks and start to leave sloppy, wet kisses all over his face

• his laugh is contagious and you can’t help but snicker in between kisses

• you pull back to admire your handiwork

• there are crimson kiss marks all over his pale face

• he looks like a lovestruck idiot as he sways a bit

• you leave one last kiss on his forehead before asking him if that’s enough

• Deuce shakes his head and points to his lips

• you relent and finally peck him on the lips

• a satisfied Deuce wraps you in his arms and rocks the two of you back and forth

“I know I was supposed to be dropping you off to study, but can I come in and cuddle you instead?

. . .

Note: this was super fun to write. I love them all so much

[aquz]

babysitter . . . # two

☆ ortho has a temporarily new babysitter and idia has to walk him there every morning before school. idia isn't a fan of clichés but... who knew the babysitter was so cute?

☆ gender neutral reader, reader is kind of a shut-in yet is good with kids, strangers to crushes with idia shroud featuring ortho! magicless au!

opening the door slowly, as to not make an extra amount of noise, idia hauls his tired body into the house. augh, if he's so rich, how hasn't he already hired a driver to take him to and from school? his parents said something about the importance of exercise but in his heat? unbearable. well, it wasn't as hot as it was earlier... which made idia slightly thankful for the fact he had to stay after school extra late. whatever.

the blue-haired man kicked his shoes off by the door and sighed, walking into the kitchen to see his dear brother nagging his mother while she cooked. idia made a face - when was the last time he ate something his mom made? it was usually the housekeeper... oh yeah, she's gone. "idia, you're home late..." his father merely whispers, attention stuck to his laptop. "yeah, i thought i texted you guys that i have club business to attend... oh well." idia shrugged and walked up to ortho, messing with his already messy hair. "how was it?" idia asked lowly, soon making his way back to the staircase and hoped ortho would take the hint to follow him.

"oh, it was so fun!" ortho beamed, following closely behind idia with a huge smile. "okay so firstly, we laughed at you when you left. then, we played until we both took a nap! then it was lunch..." ortho's rambles trailed off in idia's mind. as much as he loved his brother, idia couldn't really pay attention to the retelling of ortho's day. he had other things on his mind - like video games.. and the exam. opening the door to his room, idia was immediately hit with a blast of cool air from his super cool fans - he put them together himself. throwing his bag on the already messy ground and tearing off his hoodie, idia flopped on his bed as ortho continued with recounting his day. "it was so awesome! their collection was so big - it could rival yours one day, big brother!" ortho giggled.

"yeah?" is all idia could reply with, smiling just a bit. he reached his hand out to high-five ortho. "i'm glad to hear it wasn't a total snooze-fest..." ortho laughed at idia's wording. "yeah! hey - i'll be back, okay? i need to go help mom cook! she asked just for my help!" ortho gleamed and ran off back downstairs. idia rolled to his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. she probably needed ortho's help because he has more of a clue about cooking than she does.. sad considering he's but a little baby.. a small guy, you may even say. idia pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked through the notifications. his favorite streamer went live during his mock exam - ugh... a few messages from his online friend group chat... a reminder to log in to receive 300 gems... azul's message.

it was sent a little bit ago, weird how he didn't get the notification. clicking on it, idia remained on his stomach.

azul [ 4:50 PM ]

Hey, guess what I found out? We have a fairly new student who doesn't even come to class. They were enrolled just a few months ago... does that make you feel any better about not coming to school?

idia [ 5:15 PM ]

lol who said i felt bad about it ... i prefer staying home anyway ahaha

idia quirked an eyebrow as if he was looking azul in the face.

idia [ 5:16 PM ]

anywayz why did u tell me this?? r u gonna scam them like you do to all the other newbies?

azul [ 5:17 PM ]

Scam? Everything I do is fair and clear; I don't see what you mean. I told you incase you happened to know who it was? Maybe you knew them because you also attend school online for the most part?

idia [ 5:20 PM ]

nah i dont know who they are. if u want to know them, i am NOT your guy lol ask that freak with the blond bob... hes like a professional stalker.

azul [ 5:22 PM ]

I'll pass. Floyd and Jade won't step foot near him so why would I? And no. I'm not scared of him. Just unsettled.

idia let out a heavy sigh through his nose and chortled. well, that conversation isn't going anywhere anyways. idia turned his 'do not disturb' on, turning his phone horizontally and got onto his favorite mobile game. time to grind until the sun shines!

idia felt two small hands on his side and a gentle whisper. "iddiaaaa! wake upppp! we're going to be lateeee!" the voice told him. opening one eye groggily, idia clutched his pillow harder as if the small hands would rip him from his bed at any moment. "what is it, ortho?"

ortho sighed and shook his head, clearly an act to get idia up. "we're gonna be late! you slept in and you have to take me to the babysitter! but you also have part two of your mock exams!" he said. idia sat up slowly. he couldn't smell the coffee or the poorly made breakfast his mother probably tried to make herself. ah, they must've left for work already. looking ortho up and down, it was clear to idia that his little brother wasn't lying. he was fully dressed and ready, while idia was still in bed. he really did game until the shine shone. idia threw off his blanket. "alright, alright. i'll meet you downstairs."

idia rushed to get ready and eventually made his way to meet ortho downstairs. his hoodie was half on, a mouthful of chips he had stashed in his room, and looking half dead. that was today's look. ortho made a comically dramatic frown at his brother before handing him a white envelope. "this is for the babysitter, mom said she wanted to pay them early..." idia nodded and finished getting himself together. slinging his bag on and nearly stomping his shoes on, he walked past ortho to the front door. "let's get a move on, okay?"

ortho nodded and followed. but he was right as well, idia was running late. the sun was higher in the sky then it usually is when he leaves... and it was hotter too. ortho had no problems with it, though. the walk to the babysitter's was like yesterday; hot as all hell and ortho was acting odd. idia looked down to ortho after noticing his silence. "are you... okay? you seemed so eager to get me to take you over to the babysitter's but now you're all quiet..."

ortho shook his head. "i'm just thinking. i wish i could keep this babysitter... they're so fun and they really remind me of you! actually... you two should meet!" ortho softly thought out loud. idia quirked an eyebrow. "eh? you want me to meet your TEMPORARY babysitter? that's definitely not.... necessary. plus, i'm busy..." idia replied as he shielded his face from the overbearing sun with his hand. ortho huffed. "but you two are so similar! you would really like them, i think... you know, we don't just play with toys all day... we talk too, and they are super cool and nice!"

idia didn't respond. he didn't doubt they were nice, don't babysitters have to be nice? unless they're a cliché babysitter... which is exactly what he thought. they were the hot babysitter in every media ever; so they could be mean too, just not to kids. idia shook his head to himself. maybe he's finding a reason to avoid them? he could just be scared of pretty people... but why would he even be scared of them? it's not like he HAS to talk to them daily, after his housekeeper gets back, everything will be back to normal. and why is he thinking so hard about this? why is he making up excuses not to take ortho's advice and get to know them? sure it was useless, since the two had no business together... but it would make ortho happy, right? idia fought the urge to instinctively ball his fist up... but he was holding the babysitter's pay.

speaking of which, he realized that he was suddenly at their doorstep. ortho knocked a few times and low and behold... they opened it with the same smile. "hey, ortho! hi, idia!" they greeted as ortho leaned in excitedly for a hug, which they gladly reciprocated. idia was just standing there again! he really has to stop being awkward! "u-uh, hey. my parents.. wanted me to give you... y-your pay." he said as he stuck the envelope out, a little quicker than expected and startled himself. the sweet babysitter took it. using their nail, they began to open it with a soft smile. "wow, that's way earlier than expected! thanks a ton, to your parents and you for delivering!"

idia stuttered out a reply of 'you're welcome' and managed to meet their eyes to get another good look. he made it in time to catch their reaction to seeing the money. "wha..! t-this... is mine?!" they gasped, clutching the envelope to their chest like idia would talk it back and run off, like a youtube prankster. "y-yes?" idia replied, nodding his head to which ortho laughed. strange how quiet he is when his brother and babysitter interact...

"t-this is so much, wahhh.." they trailed off. "but i'm thankful! i'll be able to raise enough money in no time~" idia tilted his head. "eh? are you... raising money for something?" he wondered out loud, making the babysitter shake their head. "well, not like.. charity, no. i'm saving up for something i want really badly, nothing important, and my parents told me i should work for it... that's all! o-oh, hey, you're on your way to school, no? you should check the time..."

idia nodded absentmindedly as he brought his phone to his face. he clicked on the display and seen the time - 7:55 - his eyes widened. "gahhh! i'm going to be late! i've gotta go!" idia's outburst startled the babysitter but all they did was smile and wave. "have fun!"

ortho brought a hand to his mouth as he giggled, just as he did the day before. "he was so definitely lost in your eyes~ that's why he's late! i thought long and hard about it ever since yesterday, i think he likes you!" ortho beamed, making their eyes widen.

"oh, you think? i don't know... but i also don't think he was looking at my eyes. if he was, i could've probably better read his emotions... he looked more scared and his stare was that of a dead fish rather than someone in love.." the babysitter laughed, making ortho shrug. "a dead fish in love."

authors note? this chapter was very... "aquz is just typing to add words" and i'm sorry about that! i wanted to make it longer and show what idia was thinking about instead of just his actions but i really do have a rambling habit,,, i hope this was up to expectations and thanks for the love on the first chapter!

[alezangona]

The Sweetest of Nights

My Submission for #varadevaloveday!

Deva squints through one eye, focusing on the sapota that hangs from the tree’s highest branch, slingshot pulled back and ready to disarm. He hesitates for a moment, tucking in his lips as he moves his hand just slightly lower to fix his position. Then, taking in a deep breath, he releases the shot. 

The rock sails through the air, making its way to the mark, before missing it by a hair’s breadth. The rock tumbles to the ground joining its fellow fallen comrades in a small heap. 

Deva curses, irritation passing across his features and he runs his fingers through his thick curls, wanting nothing more than to tug them out of his head as the humidity smothers his dwindling patience. 

“Your curls are your money makers, idiot. Don’t go bald already, it’s bad for our reputation.” Deva huffs, turning around to look at his friend, unamused. 

“You try to spend fifteen minutes failing to shoot down fruit in this weather and let me know how you fare.” Varadha just smiles at that, plucking the slingshot out of Deva’s hand. He picks up a stone from the ground, throwing it up and down as he tests the weight. Seeming satisfied with whatever result he was looking for, he loads it into the shot and aims up towards the top of the tree. Within the blink of an eye, the rock disappears from his grip and the sapota falls to the ground, only to be picked up by Varadha.

“Here!” He places it into Deva’s waiting hand. 

Deva wants to look unaffected by it all. But seeing Varadha’s face breaking into a pleased grin at the thought of being able to do something that made Deva’s life easier stops him in his tracks. He doesn’t understand why that smile is so disarming, to the point that it has stopped his breath at times. Or why even just a hint of it makes him lose track of his thoughts, mind wandering instead to the flawless shape of Varadha’s lips that resemble the curve of Madhana’s bow. So, he looks down at the fruit in hand, peeling it as he tries to calm the pounding of his heart. 

“Here.” He hands Varadha half of the fruit, looking up at him once more. Deva didn’t think it could be possible, but Varadha’s smile deepens further at the gesture and he pops the fruit into his mouth, eyes closing in pleasure as the sweetness of the taste overcomes the humidity of the summer day. 

Nothing else needs to be said as they spend another hour among the grove, Varadha shooting and Deva peeling the fruits. Sometimes they’d stand together, watching as their mark would hit the ground. At other times, they’d sit under the shade, chewing leisurely as they discussed anything and everything, including how much they were annoyed by Rudra and his gang of miscreants.

“So…” Finally, Varadha turns towards Deva, wringing his sticky hands together. “My dad gave me money earlier today as a gift for doing well on last week’s exam. I was thinking, maybe you and I can use that today to go to the fair?” 

“I thought you were trying to save up to buy that game?” Deva’s brows pull together as he studies Varadha. “Why the fair?”

Varadha shrugs, his long face turning off to the side. Once again, Deva is overcome by the sheer beauty of Varadha’s profile among the light of the setting sun that bounces off the greenery of the grove, to which he could find no other comparison but the intricate sculptures that lined temple walls. 

“It’s your birthday tomorrow and I know your dad is going to be taking you and Amma out of town for a few days to celebrate. I just wanted to spend time with you before then.” 

Warmth spreads through Deva’s body like wildfire at the statement. He knows how important that game is to Varadha considering it’s the first thing he will ever gift his brother Baachi. He’d been saving up for months to buy the Chaturanga set by Rakhi, hoping to teach his younger brother all the strategies the way his father taught him. Yet, he’s willing to put his goal aside for a second just to what? Celebrate Deva’s birthday? 

“We don’t have to do that, Varadha.” Deva remarks as he nudges his shoulder, brimming with happiness at the implication of Varadha caring about him. For a second, Varadha’s face falls and his hand comes to scratch against the back of his neck. 

“You have other plans then for tonight?” 

“No, that’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” Deva tilts his head, gazing rather fondly at his friend. It always amused him how Varadha seemed to be the smartest boy he knew, yet the dumbest at the same time. Charming. “I’m saying that I don’t need to be at a festival with you to enjoy my birthday. I’m just as happy here as I would be over there. What it ends up coming down to is you, ra. There’s no need to go around doing something like wasting your money on me when you should be saving it up for Baachi.”

“You’re so thick-skulled sometimes.” Varadha shoves his shoulders, sending Deva tumbling towards the roots before springing back to his original place. “I’m asking because I want to do this with you, asshole. So, can we just go and celebrate before you disappear for an entire week?” 

Deva couldn’t possibly say no.

~*~

“It’s your birthday, Deva. I’m pretty sure I should be getting you something, not the other way around.” Varadha huffs as he tries to settle the giant toy Deva won him somewhere across his shoulders. Deva refuses to hold back his laughter at the sight of the big, orange monkey draped colorfully across the black canvas of Varadha’s lanky frame. At the sight of the laughter, Varadha replies with a playful push against his arm, almost toppling over when he forgets to balance out the extra weight of the stuffed animal. 

Deva catches him in the nick of time, pulling with slightly too much power that it brings him and Varadha chest-to-chest, so close that he could make out the fading details of a dark mark on Varadha’s cheek. He swallows tightly, not understanding the sudden constriction of his chest as Varadha’s gaze meets his, so open and tender, despite the annoying primate dangling behind him. 

“Learn how to be careful will you? I won’t always be around to catch you, you clutz.” Deva means for it to sound firm, but is almost embarrassed by how breathy it comes out of him. Varadha doesn’t seem to notice however as he steps away with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, there isn’t anything we could fight about that would break us up like that.” Finally, he ties the legs of the animal around his waist, a triumphant gleam in his eyes when it stays in place. “Hell yeah! Finally figured it out!”

“You know you also could’ve given it away or left it on the streets? It’s just a toy.” Deva laughs, catching up to him again.

“Are you insane? It’s mine now. I’m not parting from it for all the gold in the world.” 

They spend the rest of the night aimlessly wandering around the festival. Sometimes they play the games set up by vendors, winning too many prizes by the end of it all, that they end up giving them away to the smaller kids around them. They go up to the food stalls, ordering chaat and sharing it as they watch people go by, idly commenting on what must be going on in each of their lives. They hop on the roller coaster, pendulum, and wipeout in quick succession, taking a moment to soothe their stomachs by riding in a swan boat across the small pond. 

Finally as the night draws to an end, Varadha tugs a pleasantly tired Deva along to grab a bag of cotton candy that he insists they eat on the Ferris Wheel where they can get the best view of Khansar. They walk through the crowds of people, under the glowing canopy of lights, dragging the monkey and bag of cotton candy behind them as they make their way towards the giant circle that looms over the festival. To Varadha, it looks like it could almost be as big as his Shiva Mannar’s court. Though, that might just be because of the balmy buzz that was overtaking him this night as he spends time in Deva’s presence.

He hadn’t let Deva know, but Varadha has been on edge for days now as the family trip approaches. It’s selfish of him to want Deva near him at all times when he knows how much Deva looks forward to the outings since Dhaara is a busy man and can only spend so much time with his family. But when he is able to make time, he takes them to some of the most beautiful locations across the world. 

During a dinner at his home one night, Deva expressed his favorite place so far had been the Channakeshava temple in Belur, where he claimed the intricacy of the sculptures was so mesmerizing that he felt as if his eyes weren’t enough to take in the beauty. Dhaara meanwhile, explained to Varadha with pride how the temple took three generations, over the span of a hundred years, to be built, and despite how many times it was pillaged and plundered, it was repeatedly rebuilt and repaired and has lasted to this day. 

Then, Dhaara looked at Varadha, really looked at him, stating the history of the temple wasn’t quite so different from that of Khansar. That the beauty of this city too, came not only from its foundation but its ability to grow and thrive despite the toils it faced during its history. There was something about the conviction in his tone that shook Varadha to the core and he could suddenly understand why his grandfather had such a soft spot for this man. Then Dhaara’s demeanor changed and he was back to being a jovial man who’s charming nature was enough to light up the dim room they were sitting in. 

That night, as Deva walked him home, he handed him a picture he had taken of one of the sculptures with a shrug, stating how he didn’t have to take it. It was just something he saw that reminded him of Varadha. 

To this date, the picture was taped to the wall in his room, above his desk. Sometimes he’d catch himself looking at it as he finished his homework, wondering what exactly Deva noticed about it that reminded him of Varadha. In the end, all he could make out was a stunning sculpture with a sweet smile. 

Still, the small picture and the never ending trinkets lined up beneath it, always brought with them a deep sense of euphoria because it seemed that Deva too would think of him when he was away. It wasn’t just Varadha waiting for his return. 

It won’t be till years later, during Deva’s absence, that Varadha will come to understand his feelings. It won’t be till then that he realizes that he didn’t just love his dear friend, but that he was in love with him.

But for this night, he tried to set aside his anxiety surrounding Deva’s departure and let a glowing smile light his lips as they sat across from each other in the small compartment of the wheel, their knees brushing against each other. As they passed from point to point, they’d gaze out of their cart, letting the sweet candy melt against their tongues as they took in the bright lights of the city. 

“Thank you for this,” Deva murmurs once they get high enough that the sounds of the festival begin to dim. “I had a lot of fun.” Varadha shakes his head at him, getting up from his seat and plastering himself next to Deva instead.

“I feel like I remember telling you before that there’s no need for please and thank you between friends?”

“Yeah, yeah. But still. It’s been a lot of fun and I know it’s dumb to say since it’ll only be a week, but I’ll miss you when I’m gone.” 

Varadha doesn’t know how to answer, so he throws an arm against Deva’s shoulder and pulls him in closer. 

“I guess we’re both dumb then because I’ll miss you too.” At that, one of Deva’s arms comes up behind him, wrapping across his torso. They rest their heads against each other, young minds not being able to put a name to the feeling expanding between them, but content to be in each other’s company without seeking an answer. 

A clanging sound interrupts them and they pull apart in time to see the distant clock tower striking midnight, their cart coming to a stop at the top-most point. 

“Shit, Amma’s gonna kill me.” Deva shoots up in his seat, panic shutting off his ability to think. He can’t believe he didn’t notice just how much time had passed. 

“Rey!” Varadha grabs his arm and pulls him down when the cart begins to swing from the momentum. “Sit down will you! What are you going to do? Jump off?”

“I don’t know! Maybe.” Deva groans, burrying his face in his hands. “I already got in trouble last week for going home late after we went to the movies. She’s going to murder me, ra.” 

“Don’t worry,” Varadha peels his hands off his face. “I already talked to her and got permission to keep you out late today. She won’t kill you, not for this.” The tension melts off of Deva’s face, only for confusion to take over in its stead. 

“This late? Why?” 

“Na potti bangaram kosam (For my short gold). Happy birthday, ra.” Varadha playfully pinches Deva’s cheek and laughs when he shoves him away, face souring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a short necklace, handing it over to Deva who observes the square pendant hanging from a black thread. “My mom helped me find it, she said it’s a charm for good luck. I just thought it looked cool.” Varadha shrugs, trying not to make it seem like too big of a deal.

Deva just swallows, looking intently at the silver pendant resting in his palm. It makes Varadha nervous enough that he grabs it out of his hand and pulls it over Deva’s head. 

“See! It looks great on you!” Varadha beams at the choker lying at the dip of Deva’s neck. “Mannarsi craftsmanship is unbeatable you know?” 

“I beg to differ,” Deva says immediately, but then his voice softens noticeably. “But yeah, this gift is hard to beat.” 

~*~

When they walk home that night, it’s in anything but silence. Varadha shares the story of how he happened upon the necklace and thought it’d be perfect for Deva considering how he keeps ending up in dangerous situations. Deva defends himself saying that he only gets roped into those things because of Varadha, to which he can’t argue. The words keep drifting from their lips even as they approach the intersection where they need to separate to get home. Yet, they stand at the street corner, bringing up the most redundant of tales in an effort to make the night last longer. 

Finally, they pull themselves into a bone-crushing hug, clinging to each other as the cool breeze brushes against them.

Unable to part just yet, they stay there for a while longer, letting time pass them by under the midnight sky.

~*~

Author's Note:

So sorry for the late post! Really tried to get it out by Valentine's Day but I was traveling and kept falling asleep as I wrote. But I've been having so much fun getting to see everyone else's work! Love the talent in this fandom!

A huge thank you to @rambheem-is-real and @deadloverscity for hosting this event!

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

Hiiiii I came Across Your Blog and I rlly rlly Love it,The Way you Write for the Creepypasta Characters is Amazing and I'm obsessed With it.

anyway If you are willing to take requests Can I Request The School Au Creepypasta Boys Like Ben Jeff,and the Proxies w Female Reader who is on The Proxies level (Is really strong And Smart as hell) But isn't Exactly a Proxy and + She's the Most popular and Smartest girl in School.

It's okay if not,You decide Just curious ❣️

Thank you so much!

Ben is using you to the max bro. He'll have you do homework for him and beg you to give him the answers to the up and coming exam. But, he's not going to be as open about his abuse if you're popular. You're popular for your personality, looks, and smarts, while he's popular for his looks and black market dealings. He'll show you off because like, two of the most popular kids in school are dating, you're the IT couple, but boy would the entire school freak out if they find out what Ben did to you at LJ's Halloween party.

Jeff isn't really popular but more so infamous, so being with him is definitely going to kill some of your popularity. Jeff doesn't really care about your popularity, and will constantly call you a dumb bimbo despite him copying your answers more time than he can count.

EJ is pretty much the school's JD when it comes ro reputation, so they'd be mixed opinions. I can see some of the popular girls getting jealous of you because helloooo, you just pulled the school's hot mysterious guy. You absolutely love his smarts and the two of you often talk about biology and help each other study for test. He's such the perfect boyfriend, always buying you gifts, walking you home, throwing you complement after complement. Awww. He'd would never hurt you, right?

Toby loves you bro, you're fucking saving his grade. The two of you were paired up in ELA because the teacher thought you'd be a good influence on him, and also hoped you could help him with his stutter, which wasn't even that bad. You found him a little strange, but you fell for his awkwardness and attitude. He doesn't care about your popularity either, hell, he rarely cares about his own, but your smarts? Broo, he's on his fucking knees for you bro. He didn't really care much about his grades until half way through senior year when he was told he might not be able to graduate if he didn't get them up, and then the moment you came along and got him to actually understand what the hell was going on, he fell hard. He still has his issues and is still an abusive asshole, but I feel like in this situation it's a lot harder to acknowledge it because of his desperation and almost simp like behavior.

Liu wants to ruin you. He wants to absolutely destroy your reputation for his own amusement. Does he love you? Ehhhh, maybe, hopefully, probably... It honestly depends on the day. Liu is capable of love don't get me wrong, but when the two of you first got together, he didn't really love you and saw you more as a game, but he fell for you as your relationship went on. You're popularity really bothers him because not only is he known as Jeff's little brother, but now he's known as the Smart Boy/Girl's boyfriend. But aye, because of you, he gets to skip more classes.

Tim doesn't really care about your popularity. Tim likes to go for losers because they tend to be more desperate and easier to manipulate, but Tim's always been one to enjoy a challenge. Even talking to you was hard because since you have a solid foundation, you often ignore him and reject any and all advances, but through some blackmail after one of LJ'S parties, you agreed to date him. The entire school gets an off vibe about your relationship, but they ain't gonna say anything.

Brian, dear lord. With Tim, getting you was hard, with Brian, easiest thing in the world. If you read my one shot The Proxies Little Pet part 2, I showed Brian as a charming lover boy, and I still stand by that. Brian is a manipulative, deceiving, blackmailing bitch. He's similar to EJ and Liu, all three of them present themselves as pretty nice, chill, caring guys, but the moment you date them, yours trapped. EJ takes a painfully long time to shoe his true colors, Liu is average time, but Brian. The moment you agree, he's done hiding. I can see the two of you hooking up, and afterwards while you were asleep he took a shit ton of picture of you. One day, when you're sick and tired of his abuse, he'll send you all the pictures he took and ask if yall were still over. Safe to say, you didn't stop dating.

LJ is an interesting case where he doesn't use you for your grades, but instead uses you for amusement. He'll actively embarrse you because come on, hes the class clown! Everyone loves him. He's extremely apathetic towards you whenever you cry about it, and he's just a fucking dick.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Maniac | König x M!Reader | Part I

Note: I had a dream about this after a talk with an AI and just had to write it down. I managed to survive my first exam so take this as a treat, I split it into two parts because it’s 9k Yes, instead of studying for my next exams I wrote this. Also, I can’t fucking write fight scenes what the hell like people get thrown around in this story like they weigh nothing, I’m sorry lmao. Also, this is not corrected and I feel like it’s all over the place but oh well. I suck at code names. Translation of the few words in different languages are at the bottom.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Knives, Mentions of Homophobia, Unrealistic depiction of KorTac, the Military in general and uhh hand to hand combat?, Injuries, Angst, Slight NSFW, Slight OOC, Reader got a blood kink oopsie, König as well?? Unrealistic portrayal of lots of things

Summary: König’s relationship with KorTac’s local psychopath is something he himself doesn’t really understand. But when an incident happens and a picture of the two is circling around the army base they’re currently staying at, they finally address what is going on between them...

Word Count: 4,39k

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Part II

Listen... 

He’s a soldier. He dealt with some shit. Trauma and other stuff, you name it. But this actually helps him, at least usually. He’s observant and quickly sees through people’s intentions because he’s always watching. 

But there’s just this one guy. This one man in KorTac who throws him off his game. Sergeant Y/N L/N.

When König first met him, Horangi pointed him out with an “Uh oh, he is here. I’m gonna go on the toilet real quick-” and poof, he left him alone in the cafeteria, completely flabbergasted. 

The man Horangi had meant was standing before Conor, holding a strange combat knife as if he was about to attack the Irishman. 

König had never seen him before but the KorTac logo on his black shirt implied that he was one of them.

“Come on, Conny, it’s been so long”, the soldier goaded while smiling.

To König that expression had been unsettling.

But it wasn’t just that, it was his whole appearance. The all-black attire is in contrast with the landscape of pale scars on the man’s arms and his face and the dark circles under his e/c eyes. And the posture seemed casual and relaxed but König’s fighter instinct told otherwise.

If the Austrian came across him in an abandoned alley, he would be on high alert. 

Even during that moment, witnessing whatever the hell was going on between him and Conor, König’s body had tensed. And the other people in the cafeteria seemed to share his discomfort based on the murmurs going around and all the eyes on the two of them.

Additionally, König knew that Declan had a past reputation for physical altercations, and based on the growing vein on his forehead, it was likely that a fight would break out if no one stopped the KorTac operator.

He didn’t understand what the guy tried to achieve. Was he provoking Conor on purpose? To fight in the middle of the mess hall??

The look in the man’s eyes and the sharp blade in his hand weren’t implying some friendly sparring though...

Thankfully, Stiletto who had been watching with Calisto walked up to them before anything could happen. The badass she was, she grabbed the soldier by the biceps without any hesitation, diverting his focus. 

“Atom, Majka will be on your ass again if you cause another disturbance so soon after your return”, she warned him, her voice sharp. 

The man looked at her hand on his arm, then at her eyes. She didn’t let go.

For a second, König expected Atom to lash out but to his relief, he just held up both of his hands in defeat. He even smiled apologetically.

“You’re right, we can’t have that. Sorry, sorry. My bad, Conor.”

The Irishman showed him the middle finger. 

“Please eat shit and die, Y/N.”

“Awe, come on man. Don’t be so hard on me, I just missed our little fights. It was always so entertaining, even though you lost all the time!” 

“You can spar in the gym during PT, not here. Put that damn knife away, putain” Calisto interceded before Conor could explode. 

Y/N huffed and Salvatrice let go of his arm. He was about to sheathe his knife when his eyes landed on König and they made eye contact.

Something sparked in the e/c eyes and uh oh was all the Austrian could think before the h/c haired man walked over to him, his combat knife still in his hand, smiling widely.

“Who do we have here... Are you new? I’ve never seen you before!” Atom exclaimed, a glint of something in his eyes that König couldn’t quite name. 

The fact that the operator stopped barely a few inches away from him made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Those eyes bore into him and although the man was a head and a half smaller than him, König felt somewhat intimidated.

“Why are you wearing a shirt on your head?”

“I’m-” he began, taking a step back to gain some distance but Y/N followed him until a hand suddenly blocked him off. Horangi had returned.

“He’s König, our new addition to Strazar-1. Atom, can you just let us eat dinner? We’re starving.”

“I’m Sergeant Y/N L/N, but you can call me Atom. König means king in German right?” 

Y/N completely ignored the Korean, still holding eye contact with the tall Austrian. He just nodded. 

At this point, there were many eyes on him and he still was a little jittery because they arrived at the base only a few days ago and the local soldiers stared whenever they saw his height and his mask. It made his social anxiety flare up.

“I’m really fucking hungry, man”, Horangi said again, this time stepping in front of König who backed up, thankful to gain some distance. 

“Then go eat. I want to talk to our friendly giant here.”

Atom’s tone was almost aggressive now. He twirled the knife in his hand, a small smile on his lips as he stared down at Horangi. It didn’t reach his eyes though, they were cold. Fuck off, his expression said.

“I’m actually hungry too”, König says, not wanting to continue this very uncomfortable conversation with this weird guy. Der hat eine an der Waffel, dem geh ich besser aus dem Weg he thought.

“Oh, we can eat together then!”

Y/N was about to turn around and walk to grab a tray when they heard their team leader shout: “Atom, get your ass in my office now!” 

The sergeant swiveled around, saluting Majka who appeared out of nowhere at the mess hall entrance with crossed arms in front of his chest. 

“Jebote, put that fucking knife away and follow me.” 

Majka turned to leave and the soldier clicked his tongue in annoyance but he did as ordered and followed him without dilly-dallying.

König could hear the RS team leader growl You really need to stop swinging that around like it’s your dick when they both left the cafeteria and walked down the hallway.

Horangi turned to him, taking his sunglasses off and massaging his forehead.

“I should’ve known. You’re too tall for your own good, man. He’ll be after you.”

König stared down at him with a frown, not that his friend could see.

“What do you mean??”

Stiletto and Calisto joined them, the two women looking at him with a resemblance of pity. 

“That mec is crazy, König.”

The Italian woman nodded. “It was so peaceful when he was away”, she sighed.

Horangi added: “Yeah. I hope the higher-ups put his ass on another secret mission soon, I don’t want to watch my back 24/7 again.”

König stared at them slowly understanding that Atom seemed to have a pretty bad reputation. But was that really deserved? 

Calisto patted his arm. “Make sure to carry a tactical knife with you wherever you go.” Her tone was dead serious. 

He looked at her and then at the other two. They nodded.

“Are you saying he’ll try to hurt me?”, he asked, his expression a mix of surprise and worry. 

He wasn’t quite sure whether he should believe them. After all, Y/N was in KorTac just like them. They wouldn’t just let a crazy guy work in a PMC right? 

“He won’t kill you”, Stiletto said, turning around to go grab a tray to eat, “but if you don’t watch yourself he might poke you a bit with his Atom Splitter.” 

He tilted his head confused.

“His knife”, Horangi helpfully provided, as they followed Stiletto’s lead, each grabbing a tray and some cutlery to get some food.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” he asked. They loved to play pranks on him.

“You’ll see, big boy.”

And oh, he really did.

-

At first, it was unnerving. Getting jumped whenever he wasn’t looking. He blinked once and before him suddenly stood a grinning Atom, his curved combat knife in hand, ready to strike. 

After the first time getting caught without a weapon and being slammed to the ground, blade held against his throat - Atom’s face with that unsettling grin barely a few inches away from him - he followed Calisto’s advice and brought a knife with him wherever he went. 

Not that he used it to injure the other operator. 

Atom hadn’t really hurt him either in all the fights they had, at least not with the knife. They threw some punches and did some tackling and throws but they never drew blood. This was one of the reasons why König eventually got used to the fighting, even if they always ended with the sharp metal against his throat and he was sore for days after it.

In the beginning, he was anxious that the guy would switch up and one day just drag the blade across his jugular but he never did. Not once did he slice König’s skin, not even by accident. 

Atom’s control over his knife was something he had never seen before. 

His fighting skills were on another level and although the Austrian considered himself an expert in hand-to-hand combat, he knew that he could learn a lot from the sergeant and their fights. When he realized this, his opinion about the attacks turned from unsettling fights into sparring.

Atom actually called it training and König began to agree. 

Even though the h/c haired man attacked him with true killing intent every time. But maybe that was what actually helped him.

It kept him on his toes, his senses sharp. 

And yeah it was a little weird that Y/N targeted him at all times of the day - he had literally attacked him in his sleep once on a mission - and that he always had a wide-eyed grin on his lips when they fought but hey, it drastically improved König’s skills and instincts. 

And after some time he began to even enjoy their little dances. Severely actually. Especially after he won for the first time. 

That moment when their positions had reversed - König’s blade to Atom’s throat for once, his knee digging into his chest to keep him on the ground - he felt an adrenaline rush he never experienced before and it left him feeling what he could only call giddy. 

It was 5am, most of the base was still fairly quiet and Y/N had surprised him in the gym room right when König wanted to go and change his clothes for a morning session.

The sergeant didn’t say anything, just swung his knife and König reacted in the nick of time, having felt something was off. He grabbed his combat knife and they exchanged blows and when Atom extended his arm a bit too far for once, the Austrian took the chance and grabbed him, twisting his body to throw him over his shoulder.

In an instant, he was on top of him, holding a dazed Y/N down with one hand, pressing the blade against his Adam’s apple with the other.

“You got me”, Atom grunted, panting slightly from the exertion of their exchange, his pupils blown wide and once again that familiar grin on his lips. And König returned it under his mask.

“Fuck yeah, I got you”, he said still catching his breath, emphasising a bit of pressure on the blade, not enough to cut the sergeant’s skin but enough for him to feel it.

“That’s 22 to one. Still got a lot to learn, big boy.” 

König rolled his eyes and sheathed his knife. He held his hand out for Atom to take and to his surprise, the h/c haired man actually did. He stood up with his help but without letting himself be pulled. 

“Well, you better be prepared.”

Y/N snorted, something flitted across his face. His smile widened even more.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.” 

He picked up his Atom Splitter where he had dropped it and then turned to walk out of the room, whistling a tune. And so he was off to god knows where, like always.

The Austrian watched him disappear through the doorway and a breathy laugh escaped him. He shook his head somehow amused. How the hell did I reach this point? 

It was so strange to feel enjoyment after another of their exhausting fights. But he truly did enjoy it. The sweet taste of victory.

For a moment he let their sparring replay in his head. He was unsure whether it was just luck or if he actually overpowered Atom. His thoughts returned to the man lying under him, grinning, the e/c of his eyes almost impossible to see with his blown pupils. 

Something stirred in his chest.

He breathed out loudly and then went to go shower, trying to get that image out of his head.

-

A few months pass and one day when König has just returned after an operation in Al Mazrah, he’s on his way to the barracks after showering when he meets Horangi, Zeus, and Conor, the latter clearly agitated. 

“I hope he takes a fuckin dirt nap on his next op!”

“Relax, Declan, it looked like he was actually trying to help this time”, Zeus said, handing the Irishman a cool pack. The redhead put it on his nose which looked swollen. 

“Help?! The fecker can’t even-” Horangi interrupted Conor’s tirade with a “König, hey! You’re back!” 

He greeted them with a wave. “What happened?”, he asked motioning at Declan, pressing the cool pack against his face. 

“That nut job Atom-” he begins but Horangi interrupts him once more: 

“The marines are causing some trouble. Apparently, we’re overstaying our welcome, there’s a lot of tension, and Majka and Ridgeback are discussing things with the higher-ups for us to move to another base. Atom... isn’t really helping with the tension...”

“The cunt pulled his knife on one of their new captains!”

“He probably missed you”, Zeus jokingly adds, addressing the fact that the KorTac operator with his madman reputation hasn’t targeted anyone else but König since they started sparring together. 

The Austrian snorts, the thought would’ve never crossed his mind. 

But a few hours later after he parted ways with the three, the door to the room he shares with the other male KorTac operators gets thrown open with a loud bang and lo and behold; Y/N stands in the doorframe, in his hand his trusty Atom Splitter.

His heartbeat immediately picks up in anticipation.

The sergeant looks somewhat different. The dark circles under his eyes appear to be even darker than usual and he even has some stubble as if he hasn’t shaved in a few days.

Atom’s expression is unreadable until his eyes find König, sitting on his bunkbed at the far end of the room. 

“There you are!” he says joyfully and rushes over, reaching him with just a few strides. 

He stops, looming over König who’s still sitting on the bed. Their legs touch, he’s standing so close. König puts the book in his hands away, trying to appear casual and he looks up to him.

“Atom.”

“König.”

For a minute they just stare into each other’s eyes. The silence feels awkward, something is simmering in the air and König’s grip on his switchblade under his pillow turns sweaty. His chest flutters, a nervousness he knows only too well. He can feel heat radiate from where their legs touch.

Y/N’s look is different than usual. He seems to consider something.

“You...”, he begins, the sergeant’s eyes trailing to his backpack on the floor that he hasn’t unpacked yet, “had fun on the mission?”

König blinks, the sudden question throwing him off. 

He was expecting a knife aiming at his chest, not a small talk question. They never do small talk. He can’t even remember if Atom ever asked him a question after they first met that day in the cafeteria. 

They talk smack. But they don’t talk about their personal life or time or their favorite color. König only knows Atom’s age because Zeus told him he’s older by two years.

“I- uh... well, not really”, he says after the initial surprise wears off. Al Mazrah was just sweat, dirt, and not enough sleep.

Y/N nodded slowly, humming in acknowledgment. 

“It wasn’t fun here either”, he says light-heartedly while looking towards the door and casually twirling his knife in his hand but something in his posture tells König that Atom is not feeling relaxed at all. Rather he seems tense.

“Why’s that?”, he asks with an almost soft voice. He looks up at him.

The man remains quiet. König remembers Horangi’s words about the marines and although he’s curious, he doesn’t want to prod, and based on the sudden halt of Atom’s knife twirling, they won’t talk in the next few minutes anyways.

“Doesn’t matter”, Y/N starts, his signature grin forming on his lips, “You know why I’m here.”

He steps away from him, bowing mockingly. König rolls his eyes, seeing this as his cue to stand up. He pulls his knife from under the pillow, activates the blade, and stands tall, now towering over Atom.

“Since when do you announce your intentions?”, he asks, slight amusement can be heard in his voice. 

“Just today, since I missed you”, Y/N replies and the Austrian can’t even be surprised that Zeus was actually right or question the flutter in his chest because in the next second Atom Splitter is aimed at his chest and he blocks the knife in the nick of time. 

Their dance begins. But something’s different this time. The h/c haired man isn’t showing any killing intent at all while he attacks. It throws him off his game a bit.

Additionally, König quickly realizes that the barracks aren’t a good place for him to fight, the space between the bunkbeds isn’t that big and his size makes it hard for him to move his body effectively. 

He retreats towards the door, luring Atom towards the front of the room where there’s more space. Y/N follows him eagerly, taking the chance to stab at him with a knowing look on his face. 

The Austrian isn’t sure if it’s his own exhaustion after the op or if Y/N got some Dragon Ball power-up during their time apart but he understands that, unlike their last fights, Atom is not taking him seriously, instead he’s teasing him. And somehow it annoys him. 

The sergeant throws a glove from Hutch’s bed at him and he ducks, when a sock follows, blocking his eyes for a second. He receives a kick to his thigh as a reward.

“No fighting dirty!” he protests, knowing full well that Y/N is just trying to agitate him like he often does. 

“Tell that to all the hostiles out there!” Atom responds, grinning, dodging König’s knife effortlessly. The giant snorts.

“They wouldn’t throw a goddamn sock at me!”

He blocks the Atom Splitter, a few inches away from his throat. 

“Based on the smell, it could be considered a biological weapon, so yeah, they would”, the sergeant responds, laughing, blocking the other’s fist.

König rolls his eyes, cursing when he gets kicked again at the same place. Y/N dives low and picks up Hutch’s sock again attempting to throw it once more, grinning.

Oh no, you don’t!

König seizes his knife arm and he flips Atom onto the ground in one swift motion, holding his arms down with his legs on each side of his torso, pressing his knife against the sergeant’s throat.

“Got you”, he pants, knowing that Y/N probably let it happen. But it doesn’t matter. His knife reached his collar first. In their usual terms, it’s his win.

The h/c haired man lifts his hips in a fake attempt at throwing him off while grinning widely, the knife digging into his skin, almost drawing blood. "Come on König, we just started..."

“You’re crazy”, the Austrian says, shaking his head, smiling weakly under his mask, “have you ever considered therapy?”

The h/c haired man laughs an amused look on his face. “Fighting is my therapy.”

“You could use a punching bag then.”

Atom shakes his head and replies: “Why should I? I’m having so much fun when sparring with you. I can let go of all my pent-up stress.”

König can see that he means it, there’s a glow in the e/c eyes. He looks rejuvenated. So ein komischer Kerl.

“Why not let off some steam elsewhere?”, he begins, a thought forming in his head when he realizes that they haven’t competed against each other in anything besides sparring. 

Y/N stares at him with a surprised expression but he quickly smiles, intrigued.

“Oh? What do you suggest?”, he asks, lifting his head to lean closer, his voice suddenly deeper. 

König retracts his knife and stands up, deactivating the switchblade.

“How about- and hear me out - an obstacle course? Winner gets to boast about it to the others and loser will take his guard shifts for the next two weeks? Sound good?”

Atom wrinkles his nose, clearly not interested. He sits up, propping up his arm on his knee, twirling his knife. He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“I’m good thanks.”

König holds out his hand and he grabs it, standing up swiftly. Instead of letting go, the Austrian keeps holding on, staring down at Y/N.

“Are you scared? What - you’re only confident in putting a knife against someone's throat? Makes you feel tough?”, he provokes him, grinning underneath his mask.

He’s feeling daring today after having won that fight and seeing Atom so playful.

The sergeant looks up at him, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re misunderstanding”, he begins, pulling his hand away with force, “I get excited when a knife is against someone’s throat. Try riling up Horangi with these remarks, he cares about stupid contests like that.” He sighs dramatically. “This got boring real quick.”

He dusts off his shirt and König crosses his arms over his chest.

“So you’re calling me a bore?”, he asks acting offended.

“Here I was thinking you’re having the time of your life when fighting me.”

He made a swiping motion over his mask as if wiping away a tear. “Okay then, let’s make this exciting again.”

König activates his switchblade once more, lazily holding it against Y/N’s throat. He tilts his head as if asking: you good now?

Atom just looks up at him, his brows knitted, somewhat annoyed. 

“Don’t tease me, König”, he grunts, “You can’t handle the consequences.”

The Austrian ignores his warning and he smirks: “What's the matter, sarge? Getting excited?”

Atom harshly grabs him by the collar, pulling him down, while simultaneously snatching his mask, lifting it against his eyes, covering them with the fabric. 

“Wha-”, he begins but gets silenced by the sudden pressure on his lips and the taste of coffee. 

It isn’t a kiss, it’s more like Atom is trying to bite him. 

König’s subconscious reaction is to shove him away, but Y/N’s grip on his collar is tight. 

After a few seconds, the sergeant lets go and retreats and König automatically gasps for air, utterly shocked about Y/N’s action. 

"What the hell are you doing-?!”, he asks, staring at the man who just smiles, his e/c eyes dark. 

He looks down at König’s knife and then touches his throat, wiping his thumb across it and then he licks it while holding eye contact with him.

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, König.”

And then Y/N turns and walks through the open door. He disappears. Just like that, leaving the flabbergasted Austrian alone in the room, breathing heavily.

What the fuck?? Is his only thought. What the absolute fuck?! 

Did that really just happen? He stares at his hands, he’s still holding the knife. The blade is slightly red. 

He cut him. 

König is the first one to actually draw blood. 

Oh, mein Gott. He could’ve killed him. Had he actually pushed him, he could’ve-

No matter the absolute loop the kiss is throwing him into, he’s more concerned about Atom’s well-being and without thinking any further he hurries out of the room trying to follow wherever Y/N could’ve gone. 

In the hallway, he passes a marine who looks at him strangely for running so fast. 

König reaches the end of the corridor where it parts into two ways. He goes left.

In the end, he doesn’t find Y/N and instead meets Stiletto and Roze who stop their conversation immediately when they see him turn around the corner, frantically looking around.

“König? You good?” Roze asks. He shakes his head. “Have you seen Atom?”

Stiletto lifts an eyebrow. “No? Why?”

He uses his mask to wipe the building anxiety sweat from his face. “I injured him, in a- a fight. He’s bleeding.”

The two women look at each other, they’re clearly taken aback by the concern in his voice. 

“Maybe he went to the infirmary?”, they suggest and he nods. Yeah, that makes sense. Before they can add anything else, he’s off.

A few minutes later he reaches the infirmary where their medic is currently stationed. 

“Vic, did Atom pass by?” he asks when bursting into the room. She’s eating an apple and continues scribbling something in a file, completely unfazed by his dramatic entrance.

“Nope”, she says, popping the p. 

“I accidentally cut his throat”, he explains. 

She hums in annoyance. “I didn’t ask- you cut his throat?” The woman looks up, lifting an eyebrow at him with a deadpan expression.

“Shallowly- I think. I wanted to know if he came to take care of it.”

She takes off her glasses and kneads the bridge of her nose. “No, he didn’t. You sure it was shallow?”

He nods slowly. “There isn’t much blood on my knife.” He holds it up to her, activating the blade. She looks at him, then the knife, and then back at him, before sighing. 

“König, get the fuck out of here.”

“Can you tell me if he-”

 “Now!”

She points at the door. He walks out without protesting and softly closes the door behind him.

In the hallway, he just stands there for a minute. 

The last ten minutes feel like a fever dream. His mind is blank as he stares at the mental health awareness poster on the opposite wall, the only questions in his mind why did he kiss me? and did I really like it?

Part II

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Translations (freely mostly)

putain - French: “fuck” in this context meant more like “idiot”

Der hat eine an der Waffel, dem geh ich besser aus dem Weg - German: “He lost his mind, I’d better avoid him”

Jebote - Serbo-Croatian: “For fuck’s sake”

mec - French: “dude, guy”

So ein komischer Kerl - German: “Such a weird guy”

Oh, mein Gott - German: “Oh, my god”

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Warrior Song 2

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We are officially into Infinite! Although I play pretty fast and loose with the timeline, because this is my sandbox and I said so. So there.

Eventual John/Master Chief x f!reader

Warnings: Mild violence, allusions to torture (from the game), medical terms and exams, swearing, Emotions. 

Word count: 2.5k

You didn’t see him for a couple weeks after that. But more survivors trickled into camp, and you heard stories as they all passed through your medical area. 

The Master Chief was, apparently, waging a one-man war against Escharum. And from what you’d heard, he was doing pretty damn well. 

Which meant more survivors, more people coming in, more resources needed. You did the best you could. You had things prepped, kept supplies stored up like you were about to hibernate. 

But the last thing you expected was for Chief to haul in a man and deposit him on the table, ignoring the man’s protests. 

You took one look and moved. “Carter! I need bandages and aloe gel in here!” you yelled back into the hallway, even as you grabbed one of the prepared pain relief teas. “Drink this,” you told the man on the table, voice much gentler. “I know it doesn’t taste good, but it will help.” 

“What is it?” He looked at the tea with ill-concealed suspicion.

“Tea, it’ll help with the pain. And with hydration.” You smiled, even as you examined what you could see of his skin. “It’s a win-win like that.”

He looked at something behind you (you guessed the Chief) before he took a drink. And grimaced. “You weren’t kidding,” he grumbled.

“I know,” you murmured sympathetically. “I’m sorry. If I had sugar, I’d throw some in there.” You waited until he’d taken another drink to motion to his clothes. “I need to check you over. Do you need help getting out of these?” 

Which was when you were interrupted. Beck strode into the room, two more marines with him, with Carter scurrying in after them and giving you an apologetic look. 

“Chief! It’s good to see you again!” Beck smiled. “What’s the situation?” 

“Sir.” Chief glanced at his buddy? Partner? Whatever, and then looked at Beck. “Mission objective has been completed.” 

“Escharum?” Beck’s eyes went wide.

“Deceased,” Chief confirmed. 

A whoop went up from one of the marines, and you hit your limit. Stomping over to the group of them, you narrowed your eyes. 

“Get out,” you said firmly.

Beck’s eyebrows both shot up. “I beg your pardon?”

“You are in my medical unit, while I am attempting to examine a patient. Get out. Have your meeting somewhere else.” You narrowed your eyes further at Beck, outright glaring at him. You’d shout him down too if you had to.

“Miss–”

“Exactly. Miss. Not one of your underlings. You made me head of medical here, so as head of medical, get the hell out of my space.” 

Chief was the first to move, dipping his head to you in a respectful nod before he walked outside. Beck shot you a look, undoubtedly annoyed at you, but followed. Carter, the wimp, had left you the supplies and scampered. 

Huffing, you turned back to the man on the table, who was gaping at you. A little. 

“Did you just yell at your CO?” he asked, awed.

“Not my CO,” you replied cheerfully, picking up the bandages and aloe to bring over to the table. “I’m a civilian contractor, regardless of the fact that we’re currently stuck on an alien ring-world thing. Besides, he needs me and we both know it.” 

“You’re a brave woman.” He hissed as he eased his vest off, and you hurried to help. 

“Not really. Just very, very tired.” You smiled at him. “What’s your name?”

“Fernando Esparza.”

You gave him your name in turn, easing his shirt off and setting it off to the side. “Well, looks like you got lucky,” you murmured, leaning in closer to examine him. “I don’t actually see any burns, which is good. I’m sure it feels pretty bad, but apart from stressed muscles, there’s very little actual damage.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he admitted, grimacing when you gently prodded at his belly to make sure there was no internal bleeding. 

“I know. I’m going to have you drink more tea, that’ll help. Sleep will help too.” You frowned at some bruising but ultimately decided it was fine and continued on. “I’d like you to stay for a few days and rest.”

“Here?” He looked around almost nervously.

“Doesn’t have to be right here,” you murmured, hiding a grin. “I know there are open beds, although you’re also welcome to bunk down here. I’ve got another exam room I can use.” You hesitated, searching his face. A little gaunt, a little haunted. Tired. Still pinched with pain. “I promise you will be okay, but you need rest and a few good meals. Nobody here will bother you about it. And if someone does, I’ll shout them down for you.”

That got him to chuckle, even as his gaze darted nervously to the door again. “Even if it’s the Chief?”

“I’ve shouted him down before,” you agreed with an easy grin. “I’ll do it again if it needs to be done.”

“Maybe we should just let you yell at the Banished,” he mused, lips twitching under his beard. “They’d probably pack up in shame and go home.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, I’m sure I could whip up a sufficiently disappointed rant for them,” you agreed, stepping back to give Fernando space to hop down off the table. “Take the tea with you. Drink the whole thing. Get a hot meal, use the bathing facilities. Get a full night’s sleep tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a smile, picking up the tea.

“And one more thing.” You smiled a little. “Would you like a hug?”

His expression crumpled, just a little, and he stepped into your space without prompting. You hugged him, holding steady until his breathing evened out and he pulled back. He already looked steadier, though moisture still gathered in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” You helped him back into his clothes. “I’m here any time. For whatever you need. Especially shouting people down.”

He barked out a laugh and nodded. “Got it.” And then he was gone, leaving you in the exam room by yourself again. 

You slumped into your chair, briefly covering your face with one hand. This whole situation was so… everything was so… Your heart hurt for him. That was all. This was okay. He would be okay, and things would continue.

A few deep breaths let you relax enough to look up. You still had work to do, after all. 

You cleaned the room yourself, using the tasks to settle yourself again. This was fine. Everything would be fine. 

You chose to be optimistic that Fernando didn’t come find you again. Presumably that meant no one had given him problems about staying for a couple days. 

If you found out otherwise, you’d be having words with people.

You waited until the following morning to search them out. As it turned out, it wasn’t hard. All you had to do was head for the Pelican and you found the two sitting inside. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, holding up two carefully balanced containers of coffee. “Care for a little pick-me-up?”

“Is that coffee?” Fernando was on his feet in a moment, and you were pleased to see him moving easier already. The look he gave you over his coffee was near-worshipful. 

“We’re not totally without the little things,” you agreed with a smile, holding out the free coffee to Chief. He took it slowly, nodding once to you. “I still want you to take it easy today, Fernando.”

He nodded, still clutching his coffee close. “Doctor’s orders?”

“If they need to be,” you agreed easily. “I was hoping that you’d be sensible, being a fellow civilian and all.”

He quirked a grin. “I think we can take one more day,” he agreed, glancing at Chief, as if he expected resistance.

Before Chief could protest, though, you nodded. “Good! I have some things I need to do, and Lieutenant Beck wanted to speak to you sometime today, Chief.” You nodded to the two men and backed off the Pelican. 

You did, as a matter of fact, have things to do. You and the techs were going out to gather more plants for your work, and then you’d probably spend the next couple days processing them all. 

But when it was time to go, you were surprised to find Chief with two marines waiting for you. Your eyebrows shot up at the sight. 

“What’s this?” you asked lightly, walking slowly over to the Warthogs. 

Chief just shrugged, a slight movement of his armor. “Lieutenant asked me to go along.”

You doubted that was all there was to it. There were undoubtedly more important things he could be doing. Then again, maybe not while Fernando was recovering.

So you shelved your doubt and nodded once, getting into a Warthog. Your two techs got in the other one… away from the Chief, you noticed. Wimps. But affection suffused the word, even in the privacy of your own mind. Carter and Lindsay were the closest thing you had to family here, now. So you couldn’t be too mad at them.

The trip was longer than normal, since you’d already used up everything closer to base. But all was quiet, and you hopped out once the marines parked. 

You didn’t even go a step before the Chief was in front of you, looming effortlessly over you. You halted, looking up into the visor in silent question. 

“Do not wander,” he said, quiet but stern. 

“Understood.” Safety concern, then. You could live with that. Motioning to your techs, you three fanned out, each with an escort. Chief was with you, alert but not overbearing. 

Honestly, you had a good haul. Lots of good plants here. You even found wild garlic, something that nearly made you shout with joy. But you only gave yourself a fist pump before you were gathering as much as you could. 

At least until you heard the shout of your name.

You and Chief both snapped that direction, and you grabbed your basket and ran. Chief kept pace with you easily, apparently refusing to go ahead and potentially leave you in danger. 

Lindsay was standing next to the marine guarding her, frowning thunderously. “He ate a mushroom,” she told you without preamble. “Didn’t see what kind it was, though.”

You swore, softly but extensively. “Show me where you found it,” you demanded of the marine, who was going from looking bemused to very rapidly startled, approaching scared. 

“But I’ve eaten mushrooms before,” the marine said, eyes darting between you, Lindsay, and the Chief. 

“Not an unidentified one,” you grumbled. “Do you have any idea how many varieties of mushroom are poisonous?” 

That got him nearly tripping over his feet to show you where he’d found the mushroom, and you spent several minutes trying to find more. When you did, you frowned. 

“I don’t have any idea if this is a safe variety or not,” you mumbled. Fishing around in your pockets for an extra glove, you very carefully picked one and folded it inside the glove, so it couldn’t touch anything else. 

“Am I gonna die?” The marine sounded scared now. Finally.

“No idea,” you answered honestly, heaving yourself back to your feet with a grimace as your knees popped. “I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t. Who knows, you might just have hallucinations for a while.” 

He did not look reassured. Good. 

“We should get back so I can get him under observation,” you said to Lindsay and the Chief. “Lindsay, you mind getting Carter and his escort?” 

Lindsay nodded and darted off, and you grabbed her basket along with your own. 

Despite your annoyance, you kept a close eye on the marine. So far, he was showing no adverse effects, but you still made him sit in the passenger seat of the nearer Warthog. You climbed into the back yourself so you could keep an eye on him.

Chief ended up in the driver’s seat after the other three got loaded onto the other vehicle. 

The drive back was silent apart from a couple shouted check ins at the soldier. But he held on, so that was good enough for now. 

Carter scooped up the baskets from you and Lindsay dragged the marine into an exam room, leaving you floundering with nothing immediate to do. You huffed. 

And then looked at the very likely reason that they ran.

Chief stood tall and quiet, doing a visual sweep of camp. 

“Well,” you sighed, “might as well check in on Fernando, since my techs got uppity.” 

He dipped his head to look at you, and you could have sworn he was amused, though you had almost no information to support that. Then he nodded once, falling into step with you. 

It wasn’t a long walk to the Pelican, where Fernando was sitting on the floor tinkering with something. 

“Feeling better, I hope?” 

He looked up and nodded. “Yes. The tea helps.”

“Even though it’s gross.” You nodded, amused. “Any lingering aches? Areas of concern?” 

“Just my sanity,” he joked lightly. 

“Is that all?” you joked right back, grinning. “You’re in good company, then.” 

He looked a little startled, and you unceremoniously plopped onto the floor with him. 

“I get it,” you told him, leaning back on your hands. “None of this is exactly what we signed up for, hm? There’s nothing to be ashamed of if you’re having a hard time.” Your smile went a little crooked. “Actually, a good cry can be quite therapeutic, it releases hormones to help dispel stress, among other things.” 

“Seriously?” is what he settled on saying after a few visible moments of debate.

“Absolutely. Trust me, I’m a medic.” 

He chuckled then, his shoulders slumping. But still no signs of pain. That was good. 

“How’d you end up here?” he asked finally, going back to tinkering with whatever was in front of him. 

You shrugged. “My lifeboat landed safely,” you said slowly. “There was just a small group of us for a bit, until short range comms came back online. Figured staying here was safer than trying to find one of the other bases.” You shrugged, casual as anything. “Besides, there are plenty of people here for me to shout at.”

Fernando grinned. “Your newest hobby?” He guessed playfully.

“Something like that.” You smiled in return. “And this is where I can help the most.” 

He nodded slowly, glancing at the Chief. “I understand.” 

You thought about asking… for about a second. Then you shrugged the impulse off. “Have you eaten?” 

The almost-guilty look on his face was answer enough, and you huffed a soft laugh, even as you shoved yourself back to your feet. 

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll walk you to the mess, I should get something too.” You held out a hand to help Fernando up. And then you looked at Chief, debating. 

“I’ll bring something back for him,” Fernando said, hovering closer to your side than he needed to. Touch starved, maybe? Or just company starved. 

“Alright.” You agreed easily enough, nodding once and making your way back into the base proper. You could take a food break, make sure these two got some food, and then get back to work. No problem.

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, sex dream, confusing switching of two look alike characters

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Summary:

It's all fun and games, until you get your motives questioned by a grumpy wizard. Then your subconscious decides to fuck with you.

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Chapter 4 - A - Empanadas de manzana - Chiloé Island, Chile

This is a sweet and tart apple pastry. It's made with cinnamon, cloves, lemon juice, and vanilla, and has a buttery flakey dough.

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Miguel had been very appreciative of the pizza. He had torn into the box and devoured three whole pieces, before you even got your box of chicken wings open. He looked like he was starving and you felt the same way, but you certainly weren't going to act like an animal.

He did look amusing though.

"Oh, shock. It's so good! I've never had pizza like this before. This is amazing!" Miguel finally spoke.

His face was pure bliss as he licked his fingers clean. You swallowed thickly, finding yourself drooling. You weren't sure if it was the image of him eating like a beast, or the fact that he was licking his fingers obscenely clean. You just knew it wasn't the wings that made your mouth water.

You two talked about patrols, recent current events that you thought he should be aware of, and then you went over all the local slang and currently used curse words. His little AI companion was quietly keeping score of all information, and by the time you finished your wings, it was early morning.

After the food was gone, you deposited the packaging and waste into the dumpster behind the pizza joint. When you turned around, Miguel was gone. Nothing remained of his presence, aside from the spot he had accidently dumped a package of hot sauce after he tore it open the wrong way.

You were disappointed that he didn't say goodbye. It was alright though, because now you knew he existed, and you wouldn't be scared to see him during the day in public and accidentaly mistake him for your ex. You decided to start the journey home, swinging back towards the Sanctum.

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It was about four am when you got in and the building was quiet, aside from the usual sounds of the unusual. The journey to your room was uneventful, right up until you got to the door of the round sitting room that led to your room.

There Stephen and Peter were, books scattered all around them. Peter was upside down, hanging from the roof with a notebook and pen in his hands, while Stephen was floating upside down in front of him, firing off questions.

"Holy shit, boys. You're still awake?" You exclaimed, which threw Peter off enough to slip down a few inches from the web rope he was holding.

"Oh, hey! Yeah! Stephen made me this weird tea, and it kept me up all night. He's been trying to help me study and fall asleep, but I am still awake!" Peter quickly said as he let go of the rope and fell to his feet. His eyes were wide, yet he had dark bags under them. He was wired, and the doctor didn't seem concerned.

"Yeah… My bad, I didn't even think about his Spider physiology. I just dosed him according to his age." Stephen declared with a shrug.

"It's alright, doc! I'm fine!" Peter said while snatching up his books and throwing them into his backpack.

"You say that now, but once it wears off, you'll be tired and burned out. I think it's time you go to bed, my boy." Stephen chuckled and placed a hand to Peter's shoulder.

"Naw, I have so much energy! I could stay up until my exam at 4pm. I'm sure of it-" Peter blabbered on for a moment and he suddenly went limp as the doctor caught him. The lad was out cold and you were worried, until Peter let out a rumbling snore.

"Is he snoring?" You asked. Stephen nodded and smiled as he hauled Peter up into his arms and went over to his bedroom door.

"Yeap. Had to use a sleeping spell. I'll cast a cleansing one as he sleeps, then he can sleep until I get him up for his exam." Strange smiled as he disappeared into the room. He came out moment later and shut the door. The sorcerer seemed amused.

"He's doing that burrito nest thing again. I don't know how he can stand all those blankets and the fireplace on at the same time." Stephen casually remarked as he flicked his hands to clean the room up. There were webs everywhere, which meant Peter had probably literally crawled the walls while being high on whatever the doctor had given him.

"He does that when he's exhausted. It's good ya knocked him out. He's barely been sleeping because of school." You replied as you helped Stephen remove the webbing that was literally everywhere.

"Yeah, I figured as much. So, how was the night watch?" Stephen asked while casually leaning on nothing, the cloak aiding him to do so. He had both arms crossed and an inquisitive look on his face as the room kept cleaning itself. By now most of the mess was gone, leaving just a bit by your door.

"It went well." You gave a short reply and tried to move towards your door. The moment you blinked, you found yourself at the entrance to the round room again.

Fuck. He had more to say and you weren't getting away easily.

"Just well?" Stephen asked with a quirked brow and a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh no. He was doing that weird thing again. The power of deduction. It was one of his many natural talents and you loathed it when he focused that skill on you. Even though he wasn't your dad or anything, he sure fucking acted like one.

"Yeah." You shrugged and gave him a smile. He squinted at you and then chuckled with a gentle shake of his head.

Oh lord… Did he see something? A fault in your expression? Maybe he was using that third eye of his…

"Really? You didn't call for back up. You didn't even check in every hour, like you're supposed to. You must have been busy with something."

Riiight. That. You had forgotten to do so, what with Miguel appearing and then hanging out with him, instead of doing your job. Maybe if you gave up more truth, he'd back off and leave you alone-

"Ah. Well, it's funny you say that… The dark sauce spots on your torso confirms you had food. Wings again, right?" He pointed to the small splotches of the wing sauce and you smiled and shrugged. He kept going, not letting you say a word just yet.

"Also, I can clearly smell a garbage scent. It's not pungent, not enough of it to signal it was on you. But it is enough for me to tell that you were in close proximity to someone that maybe was filthy?" He asked and you tried so hard to keep calm. You'd never avoided telling him the truth before, but alas, you did smell a little. You couldn't even be mad at the comment.

"I was just talking with a friend. We grabbed pizza and wings." You tried to say, and Stephen just chuckled softly.

"Ah, I see… Who was this friend? Were you in uniform?"

"Yes, I was in uniform. His name is Miguel. He's from out of town." You explained and Stephen raised a brow.

"Also, judging by the fact you're not as chatty as you initially were when Peter was conscious, informs me you don't want to talk about this friend. Am I right?" By now the man was so smug looking.

"Fuck! Of course you're right, doc. I don't want to discuss my friend."

He was quiet for a moment as you squirmed, his smirk getting wider.

"Ah, I see. Is it a love interest? It's good to get back out there." He said, that damned grin not leaving his face.

"Uh, sure. Look, doc, I am really tired, and I have to get up early and-"

"No you don't. You planned on staying in and taking over Peter's gaming station. You made a big deal of it and everything with that new small animal town game that just came out. You even made me go to the store and get it." Stephen explained as he produced the game in question and waved it in your face. Damn him and his magic tricks and his stupid perfect memory. You snatched it from his hands and looked away.

His words made you sigh and rub the back of your neck sheepishly. You almost wanted to cry in frustration and exhaustion. Stephen noticed how you got quite stressed. His face softened and he sighed right back as he put his hands up in defence.

"Look, it's none of my business, but when you didn't call or text, I was getting worried, and Peter was as well. He asked me to check up on you, and when I did, you were sitting with another Spider. One that Peter doesn't know and has never seen before. He did, however, freak out, because he looks exactly like your ex…"

"Ah, fuck."

"Is that what Jake does at night? Is he a Spider-Folk and just hid it from you? I ask, because I only had a visual, and no audio. I remember you telling me about his peculiarities, before. I want to make sure you're safe. Peter was all ready to suit up and go kick his ass."

"May I sit down for this?" You huffed and motioned to the lounger. Stephen rubbed his face and nodded.

"Okay, look… The guy I was talking to looks like Jake, but he's not. He has proof that he isn't. Jake has some Egyptian symbols on his left arm, this guy did not." You said as you drew out the symbols on a piece of paper.

Stephen watched as you copied down the tattoo. His brows furrowed as you managed to write almost each symbol correctly from memory. Once he was done reading them, his brows shot up.

"That's… You're sure of the tattoo Jake has?" He asked as he took the paper and squinted at it.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry those pictures suck."

"They are actually quite good. You only made a mistake on this one, at the end. It's supposed to have a different bird to it, but otherwise, it's surprisingly accurate." He explained softly.

"Well, what does it say? Some lame ass thing, like 'live, love, laugh' or something?" You asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's very close to that, but in more words." Stephen huffed.

He had a look of concern on his face, which betrayed his words. He tried hiding it by rubbing at his tired looking eyes. You could tell he wasn't exactly telling you the whole truth, but he was tired and you were willing to drop the whole conversation, just because you got to skim over who you were with. Turning away, you hoped that was the end of the talk, when Stephen shifted in his seat.

"What's his name?" The doctor suddenly asked. It made you freeze on the spot.

"I… I don't want to out him"

"I won't tell Peter, or anyone else. I just want to make sure he's not on my watch list."

"Oh… Okay… His name is Miguel O'Hara."

The moment the Spanish Spider's name was mentioned, Stephen crinkled his nose.

Oh shit. Was Miguel on his list? If he was, that meant you had an obligation to help the wizard find and catch the new Spider. It would be so easy for Stephen, and you didn't want to have to go hunt this poor man down…

"No idea who that even is." He finally announced and gave a long yawn. It encouraged a yawn from you, and you gave him a smile.

"So, are we good? May I go to bed now, doc?" You asked while rubbing at your face. The wizard moved forward and gave you a weak smile.

"Sure… But, please don't go jumping into anything blindly. I know how much you miss Jake, and trying to fill that void with a look a like, doesn't help. Trust me, I know." Stephen patted your shoulder and turned away to leave.

"Yeah…" You muttered and went into your room.

***

It should have been warm, but it wasn't. It wasn't cold, either. It felt like the absence of both and it wasn't bad or good. It felt like a dream, and maybe it was. Everything was off, like an artificial intelligence program that was trying really hard to replicate reality and failing only slightly. It was enough to know it wasn't real.

It was dark, but everything was crystal clear and it was breathtakingly beautiful. A rolling landscape lined with buildings of all sizes and shapes, colors, and lights. They went on forever into the sparkling night like an 80s retro synthwave album cover.

"It's amazing to look at, isn't it, doll?"

That voice.

You knew it anywhere. The distinct gravelly drawl was thick with a mix of Spanish and American tones. That was unmistakably Jake Lockley's voice. Hearing it now, made you feel stupid that you ever thought Miguel sounded like him. They were somehow two entirely different sounding accents, even though their voices were nearly identical.

"But of course, none of it compares to you, mi estrella." As he spoke, your vision blurred a little as you were turned to look at him.

He was stunning as he sat there in a grey tux, his legs dangling from the ledge where he sat. He had his customary bloodied plaster over the bridge of his nose, and his hair was slicked back with a few stray curls over his eyes. It was weird to see him lacking his hat, but he was wearing those gloves he was so fond of.

You tried to speak, but unfortunately nothing came out, save for a sigh. Jake's grin got wider and he tilted his head, almost looking past you. He looked so crisp and clean, when you were used to him looking like an overworked cabbie. Sure, he did clean up well, but never like this.

The suit was just too perfect. Not a detail out of place. Everything an expensive suit should have, was there. Dress shirt, tie, vest, pocket square, and pants. Even his shoes were tailored, looking like a nice shined up Italian leather. Everything was that rich charcoal shade, with the tie, shirt, gloves, and pocket square all being black.

The small detailing on the suit was phenomenal. The patterns on the fabric all appeared to be related to his interests in regards to Egypt, with everything from hieroglyphics to stylized patterns from that time period. It was subtle and stylish, but it was throwing you off.

"I miss you, you know. Every night I think about you. It helps to keep me going, knowing you'll be there when I get back." He murmured softly as he reached out to take your hand.

You looked down and felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was always so romantic, you know, when he was around. Of course this dream was projecting that positive trait. Missing him felt awful, and boy did you ever miss him.

Jake took your hand to his lips as he dipped his head down to kiss it. You squirmed, trying to will yourself to take your hand away, but you didn't budge. Jake took it as a sign to keep going and he pulled you closer, kissing his way past your wrist up your arm, and to your shoulder. It shot a shiver down your spine as your body reacted to him the way it always had.

"Do you know why I call you, 'mi estrella'? I consider you like the sun, and myself the moon. You're so brilliant and warm, and your greatness shines so brightly. It reflects onto me, making me feel like my heart is full." In the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting in his lap as he husked out romantic words of adoration to you in Spanish.

You didn't remember doing so at all. His hands were roaming all over you, his rough voice groaning into your ear. His kisses had moved to the spot by your ear, nibbling, sucking, and licking the skin there. Every touch and every whisper was setting you aflame. It was so familiar, it felt safe, and you gave in to the motions of the experience.

Just as you surrendered to the dream, everything decided to go screwy. The night sky and the lights of the city all went dark. A low growling came from behind Jake, and when you looked, there were two small red dots staring at you. When you blinked, everything shook, and then they were gone.

When you looked back at Jake, he had changed subtly. At first you didn't quite know what it was, until he opened his eyes and shot you a toothy grin.

Sharp fangs and twinkling crimson eyes shown back at you.

"Don't think about him. His pretty words mean nothing when he keeps breaking your heart." Miguel's distinct voice hit your ears. You felt a ripple of heat go through you when you realized you were still in the same position you had been with Jake.

Right in Miguel's lap.

"Miguel." The words came out soft, like a whimper as you felt Miguel pull you closer. He whispered your name and dipped his head down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, sighing happily as you felt him tip you backwards.

"Él no te merece." He groaned as he pushed firmly against you.

Oh.

Ooohhh…

Things sped up, like a choppy and thrown together home movie. Miguel's hands seemed like they were everywhere and his mouth was busy nipping at your neck. You could feel the drag of his teeth along your throat, which made you shudder at how easily he could tear it out if he so wished.

The scene switched to him tearing your clothes off, starting with your top at the arms. He started out by slipping your gloves off and throwing them behind him carelessly, then moved on to popping one of his claws out and slicing your sleeve, all the way up to your neck. He did the same to the other sleeve and then sliced downwards, going carefully, yet dangerously close to your skin.

"So beautiful… Hermosa." Everywhere he cut open, his mouth followed suit as he kissed and licked at your flesh. He was passionate as he gently rutted against you. You could only whimper, whine, and squirm as he worked, tearing and peeling your suit away from your body.

Your pants were swiftly taken from you, and somehow Miguel was also lacking any attire. The moment didn't last much longer, because he quickly kissed you as he grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up to meet his hips. He was quick to kiss down to your neck again, this time biting and sinking his fangs in.

Pleasure rocketed through your body as he filled you just slow enough for you to get used to the feeling of him. He felt so good as he hit the back and stayed still. He growled, while you gasped and wriggled in his grasp, but finding all it did was move him around inside you.

He started to move, slowly at first, but the dream chose to slow it down even more as he increased his pace. You soon found nothing but a cloud of pleasure and felt his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you. It didn't hurt like you thought it would, and instead, it was a wonderful sting of euphoria as the man ravaged you to his liking.

You had no idea how long this lasted for. Every time you closed your eyes and opened them, you were in a different position, but it was still Miguel. Nearly all of them where he could reach your neck, he had bitten you each time, and each time, it filled you with a thrill like no other.

All the noises were down right pornographic.

Skin was slapping against skin.

Lungs burned as you made obscene noises.

Miguel snarled and growled like a beast as he kept up his assault on you.

A much welcome assault, mind you. You felt so good through the whole thing. Every part of you reacted accordingly.

But as dreams go and flow, they would eventually end.

There was the most wonderful climax you had ever had in a dream, and then everything was black.

"Don't forget about me, mi estrella."

Those words hit your heart, and everything suddenly felt heavy.

Note:

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Series Master List

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Rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. My Moon Knight

Is written on Moon Knight's pants. Stephen reads something similar in the hieroglyphics the reader presented to him.

Estrella is 'star' in Spanish. Hermosa is 'beautiful'. Él no te merece. is 'He doesn't deserve you.'

I use Google translate, so if it's wrong, sorry about that. Feel free to correct me.

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Day Fourteen Day Fifteen Day Sixteen

im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [7]

chapter seven, act one: antichrist

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A/N -taking a week off from posting this due to exams and it's my birthday this weekend! thanks to all those who are reading, be back soon

-Mac <3

December 25th 2012

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Denise beams as she opens the door, pulling Tommie into a hug first then Adam and Ross right after.

“Merry Christmas.” The trio repeats.

George is the first to appear around the corner, a christmas jumper, that upon further expectation, they realise is matching with Denise.

He has half a Yorkshire pudding in his mouth and grins when he sees them, “Been waiting for you for bloody ages.”

“Daniel,” Denise scolds, “I said to wait.”

“I was starving.”

He heads back into the kitchen and they follow behind, finding Matty and Louis in similar jumpers, and another three piled on the empty seats.

Ross groans quietly, muttering ‘thought we left this in comp’.

Denise, who had heard him grabs his jumper to throw at him, “It’s Tommie’s first Christmas here with us, so we’re laying it on thick. All the traditions.”

Matty grins, Santa hat crooked on his head, “Here.”

He holds up the green jumper for her and she smiles pulling it on before walking around to talk to Louis.

Matty’s brow furrows and he sits back beside George, “Have I done something recently? Like bad?”

“Did you forget about the window already?”

“No,” He says quietly, looking back to see if his mother heard, “I mean to Tommie. Did I say something?”

George looks up in thought, slowly stealing some veg from one of the bowls in the middle when Denise goes back to the kitchen to grab the extra plates, Tommie and Adam following to help.

Ross sits on the other side of Matty looking at George who chews slowly on his food, “I mean, you did upset her when you said that thing the other day.”

“What thing?” He asks quickly.

“The thing about humbug being Arctic Monkeys' worst album.”

Ross sucks air in through his teeth slowly and tuts, “That’s her favourite album, I’m surprised she didn't kill you.”

“No, no, I mean,” He sighs watching her smile at his little brother, “I don’t know. I just, feel like something has changed.”

George shrugs as Ross gives his insight, “I mean, you have a girlfriend. Maybe she’s laying off to not make Gemma feel uncomfortable.” 

Matty doesn’t really listen, still watching her move about the dining room.

She sits between Adam and Louis, opposite Matty who has George on his left and Ross on his right, then Denise settles at the head of the table.

After everyone’s filled their plates up, and the guys have dug into Tommie for her picky eating habits, it's silent in the room.

Matty’s foot, that has been tapping impatiently against the floor for the past twenty minutes, moves to nudge Tommie’s.

He can’t take it anymore, the distance, the change in their relationship.

She looks up, raising a brow as she slowly chews on her broccoli. ‘Hey.’

She swallows the food in her mouth slowly and then raises an eyebrow, ‘Hi.’

‘You okay?’  She nods slowly and he tilts his head back towards the living room. She shakes her head, glancing back down at her food but then he nudges her foot again.

“Stop kicking me, Matty.” Louis complains, kicking his brother’s shin causing him to yelp and hit his knee on the table.

“Ow, Louis!”

“Matthew, that’s enough.” Denise warns.

“Mum, I didn’t-”

“Enough.” She says firmly.

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Tommie shivers slightly, curled up on herself crouched in a corner of the porch, the only light coming from the end of her cigarette.

“There you are.”

She looks up as Matty moves to crouch awkwardly beside her, fishing into the pocket of his skinny jeans to try and find his lighter as he lets the cigarette dangle from his mouth.

“You having a nice christmas, Baby?”

She hums, blowing the smoke out into the air.

“Me too.” He nods to himself, “You want to go pub tomorrow?”

“Ads and I are watching the Blues game. Tradition.” She answers simply.

“Surely they’ll have the rugby on in the pub.”

“Yeah, English rugby, not Cardiff.”

He nods, it’s silent for a few moments then he turns to her again, “After-?”

“No.”

He nods, pursing his lips together, “Did I… did I do something?”

She sighs, dropping her arm to rest on her elbow, “No…”

He nods, “Okay, good…” It’s silent again, the only sound being her blowing the smoke from her mouth, then he turns to her again, “So, what’s the issue?”

“Nothing, I’m just- I’m tired, Matty.”

“For three weeks?”

“Yeah, for three weeks. I’ve been working non stop, then doing this record, then the odd gig here and there, and with my new roommate-”

“Gemma’s not moving in officially, you know that right-”

“I meant George.”

He nods knowingly. Since Gemma is there most nights, and she and Matty go at it every second they can, George has spent most nights sleeping in her room with her.

George is much larger than her, meaning he takes up most of her bed. And he’s a kicker.

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“It’s not Gem’s either-”

“I’m not,” She laughs bitterly to herself, shaking her head, “I’m not blaming her.”

“Do you like her?”

She turns to look at him, brows raised, “Of course, she’s lovely.”

“Then why are you being so weird?”

“I don’t know, Healy, maybe because one day your tongues down my throat and the next you suddenly have a girlfriend.”

He looks away at that, swallowing, “Bab- Tommie, we-” He stubs his cigarette out to run his hands through his hair instead, “We were high.”

“Which time?” She questions harshly, “The first? Second? How about the seventh?”

“Tommie-”

“No.”

She sighs and stands, “I don’t-” She shakes her head, “You’re my best mate, Matty. I don’t, I don’t see you as that, you know, but-”

He stands too, head tilted, hand brushing hers, “But?”

“I don’t know,” She turns away with a sigh. She doesn’t want to cause an argument, to lose him. Maybe she has some feelings, maybe she thought there was something. But if to him it was nothing she’s willing to lay down and pretend it was nothing to her too, in order not to lose him at all.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, brushing the hair from her face, “I’m sorry. I thought-I thought we were having some fun, you know.”

“That’s not- not what I mean,” She decides, closing her eyes and chewing her lip, she refuses to let her hands anxiously pick at her skin, or reach up to scratch her ear, she knows that's her tell.

“Did you cheat on her?” She asks slowly, “With me?”

He shakes his head, “No, we were together before that. You know the night I came to yours? We broke up, had an argument about- actually it's not important what it was about, the point is we broke up. Then she called me the day before the gig, we met up again, she apologised and we got back together.”

“Please don’t make me be some sort of second choice side piece slag for when you’re bored.”

His whole body softens, he practically melts at the look in her eyes, the pout on her face, “Promise.” He tugs her into his chest, chapped lips pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You’re always first in my book.”

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