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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P3

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's every been is his best friend?

a/n: I lied it's literally been 24 hours (a few days update my ass). This was actually a really really really long chapter so I decided to cut it down into 2 instead, just for funsies. Rafe's starting to loose his cool when it gets a little heated, and y/n realises it in fact wasn't her ovulation BAHAHA. Also we get the gang all together which I thought was cute. I found the pictures on Pinterest so credit to whoever's they are.

Have fun reading cause the next part is gonna be angsty...

warnings: alcohol, (idk what else tbh)

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Making her way to her family’s dock, walking out her back doors y/n navigated down to where her family yacht and boats were held. She’d walked over steps to the yacht, standing on the slightly swaying boat, her cooler in hand as she walked into the boat, popping open the fridge inside and placing the drinks in. She’d invited Rafe, Topper and Kelce around, to take a day out on the water. The sun was out peering down at her, the weather was perfect and she really wanted to catch a tan anyways so why not rise to the occasion. She looked over to the clock on the wall.

When are they not late

She greeted the captain, who she’d known for years the man was like family to her, and the crew of the yacht politely, as she waited for the boys to arrive.

She’d given up waiting for the guys, instead she’d moved over to the top deck of the yacht, shedding her t-shirt and laying out in her costume on the sun lounger as she soaked in the warm rays, her body glimmering due to the tanning oil she’d lathered onto her skin. She’d told the crew members to direct the boys up to her when they arrived. She laid down onto her stomach, eyes closed as she rested her hands onto her folded arms, basking in the moments of peace.

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Rafe rolled over in his bed, sheets tangled in his legs as the sun had started to filter in through his blinds. Sitting up he moved over to the edge of his bed as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He hadn’t gotten much rest last night, thoughts replaying in his head over and over again. It had been a while since he’d last thought of y/n in a different way, but last night as they’d been in the bathroom together, it had brought back feelings he should’ve buried a long time ago. The last time he felt that way was years ago, when she’d started dating, what was his name again- Nate? Didn’t matter, they didn’t last anyways.

He heard his phone buzz on his bedside table and he picked it up to check.

Young Rich & Sexy (8 unread messages)

His fingers tapped on the screen opening the notification,

T-man : Y/n don't be mad

Kels : we’re gonna be late

Princess : ...

Kels : we’ll bring drinks

Princess : fine

Princess : don’t be too late or you can catch up in a paddle boat.

T-man : very funny

Princess : I’m not joking Topper :)

He read the message in amusement, typical that they’d be late. He pushed himself up off the bed and got ready, taking his time as he knew they wouldn’t be there for a while, so why was he rushing, y/n can’t chew his head off for it.

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He made his way outside the sun high in the sky and the heat made him sweat slightly as he walked down towards the pier, he could see y/n’s family's yacht moored down at the dock crew members in their pristine white polo shirts lingering by the entrance, waiting for them. It had been a while since they’d spent the day on the boat, he couldn’t deny he’d enjoy a day out on the water, considering it was so hot, the Kildare sun unforgiving.

“Rafe!”

A voice yelled out from behind him, Topper and Kelce walking a few feet behind him, one holding a six pack of beer, the other a bottle of vodka. Kelce had his hand raised in a greeting as they made their way towards him. He turned at the sound of his name, grin on his face as he saw them making their way towards him, Topper holding his beer.

“You guys are late, as usual” He said as he looked at them both with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah well you're no better man” Topper spoke out, Kelce's hand clapping against his back in a greeting, all three of them walking towards the boat now. “Touche,” Rafe responded as they walked over the steps, Topper greeting the crew as he passed them their drinks, mumbling to them about putting them somewhere cool.

“So what’s she going to have us doing today?”

Kelce asked as the three of them walked towards the stairs, the sun was shining off the water, causing reflections on the side of the boat as it bobbed gently in the water.

“Scrubbing the deck.”

Y/n spoke out as she leant over the low walls of the upper deck where she had been laying. Having gotten up as she heard the commotion the three boys were making when they got closer to the boat. She looked down at them mischievous grin on her face. The boys looked up as her voice spoke loudly from the upper deck. The three of them looked up at her figure leaning over the wall of the boat.

“And why would we do that?”

Rafe uttered teasingly as he crossed his arms looking up at her, the girl being illuminated by the bright sun behind her, he had to bring his hands up to cover his face slightly so he could see her better.

Tiny ass bikini

“Captains orders duh,” she called out as she leaned back, slipping on her sandals and walking to the top of the stairs looking down to them as she pushed her sunglasses up to rest on her head, “you guys coming up or should I come down?”

“We’re coming up,” he said before anyone else could respond, he climbed up the boat's wooden stairs, Kelce and Topper followed right behind him, looking just as amused as he was. She took a step back, sitting back down on her sun lounger and picking up her drink, cold glass cooling her palm. She watched as the boys emerged up the stairs smile on her face.

“Welcome to party central.”

She joked with one of her hands coming out gesturing to the completely empty upper deck except for the girl who sat with her towel and an open book which was resting next to her face down. Topper chuckled as he walked up to the girl leaning down to her for a short hug, “hey pretty thing thanks for the invite,” passing his lips as he greeted her. “No problem Top,” she responded as he sat down on the bench opposite her, Rafe sat down beside him. The three of them looked around the top deck, a small scoff escaping Kelce’s lips as he looked over to her playfully, a smirk on his face as he spoke out;

“So much for party central.”

“Yeah yeah... where’s your yacht at?” She hummed out an entertained smile lit up her face at Kelce's teasing, “nice to see you too Kels.” He laughed at her retort and grinned cheekily in response to her reaction, Topper opened one of the beers and passed it to Rafe, the boy taking it in acceptance bringing the now cold can up to his lips.

“Well it’s nice to see you, especially in that bikini.” He responded, his eyes scanning her figure in a teasing manner, there was no malice behind his words, their usual friendly teasing slipping through into the conversation. “Oh yeah?” She teased as she laid back on the lounge chair, ironically placing herself on display, “wore it just for you.” She added on winking at the boy playfully before pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes getting comfortable, Rafe let out a low whistle at her words a smile played at his lips as he watched her theatrics.

“I knew it.” He said, a grin still lingering on his face.

The boat glided smoothly through the waves, the breeze refreshing as they made way further into the water. They’d all settled now, the three boys drinking their beer, the crackling of the metal cans being lifted filling the air along with the tune of whatever song was playing through the speakers, occasional conversation arising as they lazied around. Rafe had been sitting back, occasionally looking over at y/n in her swimsuit as the boat cruised across the waves. His gaze would flicker away from her for a few moments before he inevitably ended up looking at the girl again. She looked relaxed as she laid on her lounger, her body shining in the sunlight from the oil she’d lathered on.

Boat day wasn’t that bad of an idea…

“So I heard,” y/n said as she sat up, “that there’s a new guy on the island,” she pushed her glasses up, “Cooper was it?”

All three boys looked over at as she spoke again, they all looked interested as she mentioned the addition to the island.

“Yeah, he’s some hotshot from the mainland, think his dad is a banker in New York or something”

Topper responded, he always seemed to be the one with the most information, perks of his father's position on the island. If something was happening on the island, he’d most likely know all about it before anyone else.

“Yeah I heard he’s come down from New York,” she agreed as she nodded her head.

“Heard his dad’s got money,” Kelce piped up, clearly also drawn into the conversation at hand.

“Hmmm,” she looked out to the water in thought. Money. Everyone she knew had money, and it often affected the kind of person you were. She always told herself that she’d never let money control the kind of person she was, she never wanted to come across as too entitled, too snobbish. Maybe sometimes she was a little bratty but that was different. She never hesitated to tip her waiters or drivers, she was never ungrateful for what she had, but she knew not all the Kook’s on the island were that way.

“ …have any of you guys met him yet..?” She turned to Topper knowing most likely he would be the one who would’ve, but she doubted it. The boys all shook their heads, nobody having met this mystery boy yet. It was clear they were all intrigued by the thought of him though.

“No haven't seen him around yet. You?” He looked over at her, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

“No. I wanna meet him,” she spoke as she leant back in her chair slightly looking at the boys.

The three boys’ interest’s peaked further when y/n said she wanted to meet him. Kelce raised an eyebrow in question, “Why? You into rich boys?” He jokingly teased, the smirk on his face showed he clearly wasn’t being serious.

“And if I was?” She challenged picking up her glass, lifting the straw to her lips, Rafe watched the girl from opposite her, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shorts as he watched her movements.

I hope you are

“What would your parents think?” Topper mocked making fun of her, all three boys knew how strict the girls parents were about dating; probably one of the reasons all her relationships have been secret, the boys having to cover for her absence at times.

“Probably grateful I’m not running around with a pogue,” she spoke out, shrugging her shoulders with a smile looking over to Rafe teasingly. He knew she was referring to Sarah so he raised his hand to her, throwing up his middle finger in her direction. She let out a laugh.

The other two boys laughed at their interaction, clearly entertained by the girls 'low-blow’. They knew it was the truth though, they knew the thought of y/n potentially dating a pogue would make her parents furious, they’d probably kick her out - or disown her? Certainly one if not the other.

“No argument there.”

“Besides,” she looked to Rafe as she spoke, “don’t we want to add another person to our little clique…?” She moved her finger in a little circular motion gesturing to them all as she spoke.

The three boys looked over at her as she spoke, listening intently to what she had to say. Rafe narrowed his eyes slightly, the thought of another person joining their little crew intrigued all three of them, but he couldn’t help his thoughts from wandering.

Am I Are we not enough or

He leant forward, “do we now?”

“Just saying,” she pointed out, placing her glass down as she counted out her points on her fingers. “He’s rich, he’s from New York, his family is well respected, he’s new so no one knows him, and he’s obviously a kook so…”

I sound like such a brainless bitch wow

The three boys listened as she named the points of the new boy, the thought of him joining their little group of friends becoming more and more appealing to most of them as more reasons were spoken.

“When you put it like that...” Kelce said as he shrugged. Topper nodded his head, clearly in agreement with the idea now.

She looked to Rafe curiously, wondering what he’d say. She could tell that Topper and Kelce were already in on the idea, a new drinking and golf buddy after all. Her eyes landed on the brown haired Cameron boy as her heartbeat picked up slightly as she anticipated his response. Rafe watched as she looked over at him with a questioning gaze. He thought silently for a moment, thinking over her points on adding the new boy to their crew,

“You might be right.” He sighed out, knowing he can’t refuse the girl's plea, “he’d make a- nice, addition to the group.”

A smile rose to her lips as he spoke out leaning back down onto her lounge chair comfortably, “maybe we’ll see him at the motive on Saturday…”

“You got a point.” Topper shook his head placing his now empty beer can down, “...wonder what he looks like” Kelce spoke out lightly.

“Hot apparently” y/n mumbled to herself as she turned around to lay on her stomach.

All three boys’ ears perked up as she mumbled quietly, Kelce hearing what she said,

“Did we hear that right?” Rafe and Topper both looked over at Kelce with raised eyebrows, they hadn’t heard the girl’s mumbled comment and were both intrigued to hear now, Rafe especially, sitting up slightly. She looked to Kelce with a false confused expression on her face, “don’t know what you mean Kels,” she smiled out widely before picking up her tanning oil from the table. Kelce chuckled at the feigned look of innocence on your face, it was obvious that she knew exactly what he was referring to, “You sure about that?” He pressed. Both Rafe and Topper were watching the conversation, waiting to hear what exactly she had said, she rolled her eyes at him before turning to Rafe hoping to change the conversation,

“Can you get my back?” She called out, holding the tanning oil up slightly so he could see.

A smile appeared on Rafe’s face at the girl’s request; he'd be lying if he said he didn’t want an excuse to put his hands on her.

For real?

“Sure”

He got up and made his way towards her slowly, she held the bottle waiting for him to take it. He reached out and took the bottle from her hand, the plastic slippery in his palm. Looking down at y/n as she laid on the sun lounge on her stomach, waiting for him to start rubbing the oil into her skin.

“Thanks.” She spoke out, getting comfy laying her head down onto her arms, Kelce had gotten up and walked over to Topper both the boys looking over the yacht railing into the water, leaving the two to themselves.

He nodded his head as she spoke, opening the bottle as he looked down at the girl laying in front of him. The thought of touching her skin filled him with eager anticipation and he had to fight the stupid smirk that was trying to form on his face.

“Any time” He responded, his voice just above a whisper as he began rubbing the oil onto her skin, hands coming down onto the girl’s tanned back.

She shivered slightly at the feeling of his hands on her skin, his calloused fingers running up her spine.

He grinned as a faint shiver ran through her, enjoying the feeling of her body shuddering from his touch. He’d done the same thing for her countless times before, so why didn’t it excite him as much as it did now. It was just his hands on her skin, nothing more. But he couldn’t help the urge to bite his lower lip as he continued rubbing the oil into her skin, his hands sliding across her back gently, slowly. The girl looked down at the towel she was laying on debating if she should do what she wanted to,

Who cares

“Here,” she mumbled, hand reaching for the string which held her bikini up, tugging at the bow letting it fall loose and pulling it out the way, “…easier.”

His eyes widened at the sight of her pulling on the strings that held up her bikini, pulling them loose and laying there with her back bare before him. He bit down on his lip harshly as a lump formed in his throat, all he could think of was how badly he wanted to touch more than just her back.

Get a grip

He continued rubbing the oil into her skin, hands moving further now that she’d given him more access to her body, his fingers daringly slipping to her sides slightly.

She hummed out in appreciation as he worked over the length of her back, she couldn’t deny the tingling sensation that rose on her skin every time his skin touched over hers, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t from the oily lotion. He continued working the product into her skin, moving his hands with just the slightest bit more pressure then necessary.

Is she leaning into my touch..?

That was surely just wishful thinking on his part. He fought the urge to just grab the girl, and just pull her towards him. Even if he was struggling more and more the longer he continued, he retained his composure, lower lip now sore from the way his teeth were tugging on it. The boys motion pulled a groan from the back of the y/n throat, his hands working on the knot in the girls back, rubbing over her shoulder blades,

“That’s good-” she muttered, voice muffled due to her head still resting in her arms.

Rafe had to grit his teeth as the groan escaped her throat, he was surprised his teeth hadn’t cracked from the pressure he was pushing down with. It was like a guilty pleasure to his ears hearing how much y/n’s body reacted to the touch of his hands, he tried to ignore the growing urge to push her down and be rougher with her. If he were to close his eyes he could imagine her making those little sounds under different circumstances.

That’s your best friend

He cleared his throat suddenly, hands pulling away from her skin as though it burned him.

“Thanks Rafey,” she spoke softly from where her head rested,

That was-

“You’re welcome” he responded shortly.

“Wait before you go-” She spoke out as she heard him place the bottle down on the small table next to her moving back. She raised the strings of her bikini holding them together knowing she wouldn’t able to tie them herself very well without a mirror, lifting her head slightly to look to him and asked

“...can you?”

…

His heart skipped a beat as she spoke out before he was able to turn away from her. The thought of putting the girl back in her swimsuit making a lump appear in his throat again. He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before nodding his head, hand coming up to push his hair out of his face

“Uh- yeah..” stepping forward he took the strings from her hands.

She felt him pull at the strings gently moving them, she sat up a little making it easier for him her hands moved down holding the material to her chest. He was doing everything in his power to act as normal as possible, despite the fact that he could barely form a coherent thought, his hands trembling slightly. Her skin had felt so soft and smooth under his hands, and the feel of her squirming under his touch had him practically aching for more.

He was tying the strings together, “this good?” He let his eyes wander down her body as he spoke.

“Tighter,” she spoke out as she waited for him to pull a little more at the strings,

God forbid it falls…

His brows raised slightly as the girl spoke, commanding him to pull the strings tighter. He did as she said, pulling them tighter together, watching as her skin moved under the pressure of the string, he swallowed mouth going dry,

“Better?”

“Mmhmmm,” she hummed out as she could make out his hands tying the bow behind her.

He pulled the knot tighter, securing the bow in place, the sight was enough to get a rise out of him, and he had to look away to keep himself from getting too… - excited.

You’re sick

“Thanks” she cleared her throat as she spoke out. Rafe had done this for her so many times before. But today she felt like- like she didn’t necessarily want his hands to move off of her skin…

This is weird

It was almost as if the two of them were having the same thoughts. He knew tying her bikini up for her was a pretty normal thing for him to do, the girl always complaining about tan lines. This time, it felt different. He couldn’t even really explain how exactly it felt different, just that he didn’t exactly want to move away from her. He wanted to reach out and continue touching the girl, continue running his hands over her body-

“No problem.”

He stated, letting his eyes linger over her body for just a few more seconds.

Shit

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singukieee · 6 months ago

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—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 1) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Accidental Friends by Erakun06

Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. clears throat PLATONIC. Or One day, you meet a member of Bangtan, the next day, another, and another, and another, and one day, they become a group of people you often stumble across in your life. They become your acquaintances. Then your friends. Then your source of comfort, just like they are the source of comfort of millions of people in the world. What you didn't expect is that you become the same to them. It's inevitable. You are friends.

🗯️ a theme that I don't find much of, and this one was excecuted quite neatly I'd say

Ace For Hire by tokki-maknae

Who is Ace? Besides being the deadliest hitman on the market in the underground, whose really under the hood? The answers simple, well for you at least, because you are Ace. When you're not busy blurring yourself into the background noises of school, you were making a killing in the underground, both literally and figuratively. For years now Ace has become an infamous name among the other gangs and holds the reputation of being lethal and untouchable. But that all changes after a slip up that causes you to attract the unwanted attention of one persistent seven member gang. A gang that's been dying to know, who is Ace?

🗯️ badassss

At Your Service by @untaemedqueen

In which Yn is looking for an escort to accompany her to her nightmare ex and ex best friend's wedding, only to ended up falling in love with him.

Baby (you complete us) by @purpleyoonn

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Back Home by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites

Secretly, he was selfishly hoping that you didn’t age well. Dealing with a small crush was easy enough when he was young and knew next to nothing about girls, when you were just a cute albeit slightly weird girl he had a soft spot for. But he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his feelings came back with a vengeance while you were living together. God, he would probably lock himself with Jungkook until you went away. OR The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

🗯️ crack fic! my fave category and this one makes me giggle in both funny way and butterfly-in-my-stomach kinda way

Beauty of Love by @imnotlauriane

When you cross eyes with your soulmate, you get flashes of memories that have yet to happen. You can't see the same memory as the other and it can be either good or bad. It's not always terrible, but a thing is for sure. No matter what you do, it will happen. But are things always what they seem to be?

Between The Bloodshed series by @agustdakasuga

🗯️ this series... I just love. plot is super neat, relationship doesn't feel forced, etc etc

❶ Between The Bloodshed

Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that you would have to leave your life behind and build a new one.

❷ Everything Between Us

They left you hanging, they broke your heart. You didn’t get your happily ever after. But now they’re back and they’re searching for you to make things right. Could you look past the betrayal to take them back into your life and back into your heart?

Beyond The Stage by Alysheart

Alexis was going through the days simply. She was a college student in Florida, working towards her degree. When she scored tickets to the BTS concert in Korea, she didn't hesitate. She never expected to be soulmates with the seven idols.

Bound by Blood by PurpleQueenie

In a world where vampires and humans have to co-exist, where the line between tolerance and animosity blurs, how can you ever expect to get your happily ever after when your soulmates hate your very existence?

🗯️ love all the details, the slow burn, gosh just so good

Boyfriend For Hire by @remedyx

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.

Breakthrough by Alphathyx

"My dreams haunt me like past memories that never existed" The Memory Dive, an invention that allows the user to dive into anyone's memories just from the collection of their DNA. Made by Professor Kim Seokjin, he created this device for the worlds secret service to solve mysteries that the ordinary field agents are unable to. With seven agents, ranging from ex military, to a university professor, college student and even a criminal, only these seven are able to use this machine to extract memories of others. They are also the only people that know how to escape it. Discover through their eyes of uncovering the darkest truths of the world, through the minds of victims.

🗯️ this one's super neat plot with complicated and technical world, just so good

Bright Colors and Loud Soulmates by Mostmouse

You resented soulmates, the whole damn concept. It just wasn't your thing, and you couldn't help but feel jealous of those who were born without soulmates, who could see the world as it was intended to be from birth. When you run into your soulmate, you're determined to stay in your own sphere of the world. Focusing on you. But, because nothing is simple in your life, it turns out he's one of seven - better yet, your seven soulmates are the globally famous band BTS. Because why wouldn't they be? OR you learn how to let your soulmates past your carefully crafted walls, and they’re more than happy to show you what a loving and supportive relationship should look like.

🗯️ a funny and cute one! (with extra h0rny characters lol)

BTS Office CEO AU by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

You work for seven CEOs who have called you into their office due to a complaint

Can't Wait To See You Again by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites

The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs. Unbeknownst to you, all across the world seven idols were slowly falling in love with you.

🗯️ I just love the concept of the boys being fanboys :3

Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines

When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

Combined Beings by @numinousher

You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentioned you to the other 6.

🗯️ minus the bullying elements, this story is like a comforting sweet cloud

Comfort by http-lostforever

Hybrids have been introduced into society for a handful of years now, the fighting for their rights is still happening but doesn't look promising. But when one girl finds a hybrid in danger she jumps at the chance to help, yet what she didn't know was how upside down her life was about to become. But a word of advice, not everything is as it seems.

Could We Be Together Someday? series by BTS_Mommy / @babyboy-bangtan

🗯️ mann Idk what to write lol. this is another one that I've re-read thousand times, bcs some of the boys started as fanboys then became clingy friends. also yn's so supportive I just lovee.

❶ By Chance

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS's radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

❷ The Moments in Between

As you become close friends with BTS, you begin to realize that the feelings you have for them are slowly turning into something you're not ready to deal with. Unbeknownst to you, the same is happening to them.

Crave by sweetinsanityy

The boys don't do well with being controlled, but for their group, they'll bite their tongue and put on a smile for management. Yet when you, a new little rookie, stumble upon them, they're like a pack of hungry wolves. Or, the boys are all Doms and they want you to be their perfect little sub.

Cursed Fate by PurpleQueenie

The universe has designed soulmates- someone that completes you. But what happens when you don't have one but seven? And all you want to do is run in the opposite direction when you see them...

🗯️ queenie's stories are just so good, you should check them all out! this one also has such great details and writing.

Deep Down by sleepingbearandbunny

Jae, unlike everyone else, has nothing against the hybrid species. She likes being alone, where she is safe from ridicule and her controlling father. When a group of hybrids save her from some trouble, fate brings them together once more.

🗯️ a harsh and complecated world this one, so they went through a lot together and I love that!

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

#san recs #hybrid bts #bts poly #bts x reader #fics recs #bts fic #bts fic rec #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader

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butchvamp · 1 month ago

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i did Lucanis's inner demons quest last night and have some thoughts [everyone groans in unison]

i admit that i definitely have a bias for Lucanis, i really like the crows (or i should say the crows from previous games & the lore around them) and my Rook is a crow so i'm inclined towards him in general.

that being said i feel i'm just. missing huge bits of information about him. he exists entirely in a void. i don't really know anything about his relationships with Illario or Caterina, the game glosses over so much of his role and what exactly he does within the crows (beyond just talking about how he was the Demon and the Magekiller) i suppose it's just too icky for the game to truly acknowledge outside of a few jokes about Lucanis poisoning the gang's food...

i know from seeing people posting excerpts from his novel that Caterina did, in fact, physically abuse him; i figured this was the case considering she's a high ranking member of the crows and thus no doubt had a role in torturing recruits, even if the game pretends like this is a thing that doesn't happen. you get a bit of banter early on where Lucanis, talking about Illario's behavior, says something along the lines of "My relationship with Caterina was complicated, too, and I was her favorite." implying some level of friction between them as well as conflicting feelings about her death.

but then that's it. we get nothing else. this should be a major piece of his story, a part of why he feels the way he does, and exploring Caterina's role in his and Illario's abuse would better expand upon Illario's resentment and make his and Lucanis's relationship more compelling beyond "Illario is a big jealous meanie."

i really wanted to like the inner demons quest more than i did, because conceptually i enjoy going into the fade/Lucanis's memories with Spite, so far Lucanis's quests have felt the most Dragon Age to me (fighting a naked woman in a giant pool of blood + seeing Spite lose control, him and Illario butting heads and having a competitive relationship before this (as the crows all should...), etc. these are fun!) but just like the rest of the game it's still holding back.

when you confront the memory of Caterina all you get are these choices:

none of these are particularly satisfying if you actually know the things Caterina has done... "Your love for him" is actually vile lol

this entire questline is a linear walk through fragments of the Ossuary & Lucanis's memories, there is nothing interesting here, Rook just plays therapist for about twenty minutes and then you make a nothing choice at the end that has no affect on anything at all... and most egregiously, we have learned literally Nothing new about Lucanis that the game hasn't already made an effort to tell us repeatedly (a real problem the game has in general, constant hand-holding and repetition).

there's Quite a bold choice to compare this quest to the Fade section in origins right at the start, with Rook and Spite joking about getting past the guards: "What did you expect, to turn into a mouse or something?" like yes, actually, i did expect something a bit more! even if you want to say the warden does the exact same thing with their companions in that quest, their dialogue is FAR better-- again, Rook's is all clinical therapy-speak (where did she even learn this shit? did the crows pay for her to get a degree in psych and become a licensed counselor?) and in origins, we do actually learn something new about each companion as well as getting to see them interact with their fantasies and/or nightmares. we get nothing here...

we could have seen him and Illario training together, being competitive, the early seeds of resentment being planted between them by Caterina's goading and abuse. we could have seen the guilt Lucanis feels about this, about Caterina's favoritism and how it's affected his relationship with Illario. we could have actually seen what happened to him when he was captured and in the Ossuary, we could have seen some of the horrible things he's had done to him and that he himself has done to become the Demon of Vyrantium, we could have learned more about why the demon inside of him became spite specifically-- because if what Zara's echo said is true, it started as an Envy demon-- so it was influenced by Lucanis in some way. what makes him spiteful? why is it spite that keeps him alive in the Ossuary...? is it spite as in defiance-- defiance of the Venatori, of Caterina's expectations and abuse, in defiance of Illario's betrayal...? unfortunately, Lucanis never really feels spiteful at all. determined to survive the Ossuary, but afterwards, never has he come across as spiteful (Spite is mostly just petty and a bit bitchy).

in my opinion the Envy demon fails because Lucanis was never envious of Illario or the First Talon position, only crushed by the loss of their relationship and guilty over Caterina's favoritism. obviously Caterina's expectations weigh heavily on him, but he knows he's the favorite, and he doesn't envy Illario for not being so-- he seems very aware of the fact that it doesn't equate to Illario having it "easier." but the game barely addresses this, only in weak voice-overs, while the majority of the quest is spent convincing Lucanis that he's not actually a demon. Lucanis is wholly a good guy that only kills blood mages and loves his poor grandma and his inner demon is entirely Literal and just him feeling bad about being an abomination :(

nevermind all that yucky complicated stuff. Illario is Bad and Jealous and deserves to be punished for... doing exactly what crows have always done.

of course it's easy to make Illario look bad when all of the other crows are treated like a found family, when we know that's not the case at all. crows have been competing and scheming and killing each other since origins. this isn't meant to make light of Illario's betrayal (in fact i still think it's quite significant given their history and the two of them being the last of their family) but instead Illario is very obviously suspicious from the start, the reveal of his betrayal was not surprising, it's predictable because, again, he is presented very differently from all the other crows we've seen in this game-- he's the Bad one, and Lucanis is the Good one. no nuance!

in his short story, The Wake, Illario is actually depicted as being extremely remorseful, getting very drunk and reminiscing on old childhood memories of Lucanis while Viago has to carry him home... of course there's no way of knowing the exact intent behind this story or what changed since (published in 2020 and written by Mary Kirby, after all) but either way, we don't get anything like that here. somewhere along the way we lost the depth and complexity of both characters; we don't get to confront this big ugly thing between them because the game refuses to engage with anything ugly at all.

#anyways i hope caterina dies for real lol #datv spoilers #datv critical #long post #lucanis dellamorte #da posting

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intotheelliwoods · 6 months ago

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Alright gang, heres Avocado Toast! :) The Steven Universe style fusion between Sprout and Poptart!

All assorted art and asks and posts related to them will be under the tag #freshavocado <- <-

Here is a bunch of notes, some have links to related art:

-First and foremost, the fusion is the literal embodiment of self love. It is going to be super hard to catch them without a smile!

-The initial fusion happened by complete accident! Poptart joined Sprout for the night for insomnia mixed with feeling cuddly reasons. In the morning they woke up fused haha!

-Sprout didnt tell anything to poptart about his fusion with Big Leo and that it was possible for them to do the same, it was after their initial first accidental fusion that he opened up more about the concept and his experience

-You can often find Toast hugging themselves and fidgeting with their hands! A related thing to note is that it takes the fusion a while to learn how to use two arms on the same side without bonking them into eachother, and also takes a while to learn how to not fall off balance with so much arm weight on one side without being on the other!

-Clothes are not part of the fusion, when they unfuse the result is either Poptart or Sprout in some VERY oversized clothes haha

-The fusion between Big Leo and Sprout is the same fusion! Same personality! But minus the 'Toast' part of the name, back then the fusion was just named Avocado!

-Related to what is above, there is a thought in the back of the fusions mind thinking that they would never get to exist again, up until Poptart showed up that is allowing them to exist once more, and they cannot thank Poptart enough for that

-The first time Big Leo and Sprout fused (Avocado) was different than Sprout and Poptarts (Toast) first time fused. With Avocado, they fused the same way Poptart and Sprout did (cuddles) but this never happened before, the fusion panicked instead. However the fusion was too strong and stable to unfuse. Big Leo and Sprout didnt know how to even unfuse after all! Anyways they spend the whole day fused and trying to hide themselves from the family while also figuring out how to move with the new body haha

-Toast is, hilariously enough obsessed with Sprout and Poptart and loves to see pictures and hear stories of them, some part of the fusion wishes it was possible for them to meet the Leos they are composed of

-Sometimes when Sprout is having a really bad chronic pain day, Poptart offers to fuse with him as a way to 'share the pain' since Toast has twice the amount of pain tolerance, and can handle the pain way better than Sprout can

-Similar to whats above, at some point both Sprout and Poptart become reliant on Toast to fight for them in physical battles. Sprout doesnt want to fight, it hurts, and he hurts even after the fight, but Toast can fight for him pain free. Poptart is tired of trying to learn a new fighting technique and is often upset he is not as strong as he used to be, but Toast is strong and knows how to fight.

-lmao they also become reliant on Toast to do chores

-What Sprout and Poptart remember doing fused depends on how emotional and stable the fusion was

-An amazing idea thanks to @dianagj-art that I am in love with is that Poptart/Sprout and Toast often pre record videos and write notes to eachother to say hello in the only way they really can. Toast loves to see and understand who they are composed of and whos love they represent. While Sprout and Poptart love to see who they can become

Crossover notes with @dianagj-art:

-The initial time they fuse and form Toast, Sprout is so happy he gets to feel what it is like again. He missed the feeling. The fusion is super fun and cheerful at first, but with time Poptart gets tired and wants to stop. While Sprout insists they keep staying together because he doesnt want to lose the feeling again. Due to this the fusion slowly becomes more and more loopy and unresponsive throughout the day and zones out frequently. Eventually Oneion asks whats wrong before realizing what is going on inside their head, and is the outside trigger to get Sprout to finally let go.

-Out of everyone else, Toast has the best chance of getting on One-Ones good side out of the excitement of another Leo fusion like them. Unfortunately in Toasts attempts to befriend One-One through some sparring, it does not go well....

-Toast is a perch for One and Oneion... do you understand.....

#2 arms left #rottmnt #freshavocado #the besties #<- kinda #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #I want to draw a comic with this guy so bad #specifically with the initial fusion reaction #or more crossover shit with diana #wahhhh #when the weekend comes maybe but work still has me hostage!

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sugurugetoshairbrush · 27 days ago

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"hi, I'm gojo, your favorite sorcerer, and I think shoko is gonna be the drunkest tonight."

if shoko ieiri has one undeniable talent, it's bringing people together—though her plans often border on catastrophic. so when yaga steps out of class to take a call, you aren't surprised to see a sly grin spread menacingly across her face. turning in her seat, she wastes no time laying out this week's plan—meticulously crafted, as always.

she breaks it down into a comprehensive, four-step process:

convince her older cousin to buy her alcohol tomorrow during her family’s visit

sneak said alcohol into the school and stash it under her bed

host a party in her dorm friday night while yaga is away overnight

blackout.

you and gojo exchange amused glances, already on board. shoko's plans are always a healthy mix of brilliance and disaster. geto, predictably, looks hesitant.

"is this really a good idea?" he asks, brow furrowing. "what if something goes wrong? most of the tokyo staff will be gone with yaga. no one will be here to help."

shoko leans back smugly, her arms crossed. "and that's why I'm a seasoned expert in reversed curse techniques. relax, geto. that's literally my whole thing."

geto rolls his eyes but doesn't argue further.

"don't fret, suguboo!" gojo interjects, puffing out his chest dramatically. "they call me the strongest for a reason. I'll take care of you when you inevitably get wasted." he flutters his snowy-white eyelashes for emphasis.

geto deadpans. "me?"

"you heard me. waaastee—" gojo drags out the word, but the sound of yaga’s approaching footsteps cuts him off.

you react instinctively, smacking the back of his head. "quiet, idiot."

by friday, the plan had unfolded without a hitch. well, almost—gojo got smacked up several more times for being oblivious, and shoko nearly had a heart attack when one of the shopping bags threatened to burst under the weight of the bottles on school grounds. still, by the time you helped her stash the loot, everything was ready for what she dubbed "operation blackout."

at 9:44 pm, shoko's message pops up in the group chat:

Ieiri Shoko | Today at 9:44 PM evrybdy head over!! 🥂

when you open the door to her dorm, you’re immediately struck by the startling transformation. the normally cluttered space was spotless, the floor gleaming as if polished. a low table sits in the center of the room, draped in a burgundy tablecloth and surrounded by eight matching cushions. twinkling lights crisscross the ceiling, and the scent of something delicious wafts from the kitchenette, where shoko is bent over the stove.

utahime stands at the counter, pouring drinks from a tall pitcher into glasses. an empty sake bottle sits beside her.

"wow, you aren't playing around, sho," you say, stepping closer.

shoko spins around, startled. "shit, don't sneak up on me like that! almost dropped a bowl."

you smirk, peeking at the tray she's prepared. perfectly arranged katsudon bowls—crispy fried pork over rice, garnished with scallions.

"well, don't just stand there," shoko says, snapping you out of your awe. "make yourself useful. operation blackout starts with a heavy meal and a sake cocktail to warm us up."

"yes, ma'am." you salute before obediently grabbing the tray carefully from her outstretched hands to place at the table.

the gang filters in one by one, each person reacting with impressed remarks at the eloquent setup.

"I thought this was going to be a trashy frat-party experience," mei mei said, sliding into the last open seat. "this actually warrants my attendance."

utahime scoffs, "backhanded compliments are your specialty, huh?"

"I mean," gojo chimes in, grinning, "considering shoko's goal of total blackout, I figured we'd be doing keg stands before forcing suguru to let us ride rainbow dragon to mcdonald's at three am."

"as if," geto mutters.

nanami raises an eyebrow. "keg stands, gojo really? this isn't some coming-of-age teen drama, you watch way too much tv."

gojo glares, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "you never know."

haibara jumps in, grinning brightly. "kento, hush! anyway, great job tonight, shoko! this is amazing."

"I second that," you say, pulling out your phone. "and to commemorate the night, let's make a bet. let's each record a video saying who we think will get the drunkest tonight. we'll review the footage later to see who was right. deal?"

with this group's competitive streak, everyone immediately agrees.

you prop your phone against the bathroom sink, angling it perfectly. with a satisfied nod, you return to the others in the dorm. "alright, who wants to start?"

"ME! ME! ME! ME!," gojo's hand shoots up, waving frantically.

you catch nanami's exaggerated eye roll and laugh, "alright, satoru, the floor is yours."

00:03 ==⬤---------------------- 04:01 ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻ gojo: "...and we're live! hi, I'm gojo, your favorite sorcerer, and I think shoko is gonna be the drunkest tonight. I mean, c'mon—she's literally an aspiring alcoholic!"

geto: "hello, viewers. geto suguru here. my prediction? gojo will be the drunkest. sure, he's got impressive stamina in combat, but let's be real—that doesn't translate to drinking."

you: "hey, y'all! it's me. so, I know gojo's gonna be the drunkest tonight. he's giving strong lightweight energy."

nanami: "to whom it may concern, my name is nanami kento, and I believe yu haibara will be the drunkest tonight. right now, I confidently estimate my prediction to be of 70% certainty."

haibara: "haibara here! after careful consideration, I think our dear host, shoko ieiri, will be the drunkest tonight. she literally said she wants to black out!"

shoko: "the moment you've all been waiting for—ieiri shoko: sorcerer, host, chef, and event planner extraordinaire. holding for applause... okay, I'm predicting utahime or gojo will be the drunkest tonight. they're both way too hot-headed and competitive."

utahime: "h-hi! I'm iori utahime, and I think gojo's gonna be the drunkest tonight. he's always bragging about being the strongest, but that can only get him so far. so I guarantee he'll be the weakest tonight."

mei mei: "they saved the best for last. I'm mei mei, and I think sweet utahime is going to be the drunkest tonight. low tolerance vibes. and with that, let's reconvene later for updates..." 04:01 =================⬤ 04:01 ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻

when mei mei returns your phone, shoko has already begun her toast to the evening. "here's to a messy, sloppy, drunken night," she says, raising her glass. "may I be passed out on the grass by four am!"

utahime doubles over laughing as everyone clinks glasses. the bitter, tangy scent of sake fills the air as the group shouts, "cheers!"

the conversation drifts into speculative territory as gojo leads a heated discussion about principal yaga's alleged secret love child. evidence cited includes muffled crying or squealing sounds overheard from his office and trashed crib packaging. the theory dies down as the meal takes center stage. the katsudon, perfectly seasoned and artfully plated, is a hit—a warm, savory comfort that pairs too well with the strong drinks.

plates empty and glasses drained, you observe the scene. gojo, is even chattier than usual, his words tumbling over each other at lightning speed. haibara's cheeks glow tomato red, and utahime twirls a braid around her finger, sneaking glances at shoko. very, very interesting.

meanwhile, shoko, geto, mei mei, and nanami seem relatively unaffected—or are just better at hiding it. you decide it's time to turn up the chaos.

"guys!" you tap your glass with a pair of chopsticks, drawing their attention. "we still have four bottles of tequila to get through. who's up for a drinking game of truth or dare?"

the suggestion is met with enthusiastic cheers from shoko, gojo, mei mei, and utahime. haibara looks excited but hesitant, while geto and nanami exchange weary glances, clearly bracing for disaster.

"as host," shoko declares, waving her chopsticks like a wand, "I command full participation. let me pour some shots. who needs a mixed drink?"

shoko and utahime get to work. plates are cleared and replaced with a neat line of shots. utahime's heavy-handed pours prompt a dramatic gasp from mei mei.

"damn, 'hime," mei mei says, inspecting the shots. "you trying to kill us?"

shoko returns with two mixed drinks, sliding them toward haibara and nanami. "classiest of the group," you mutter with a grin.

you smooth your hands over your hair, leaning forward to begin the game. "alright, let's start this right. host sho—truth or dare?"

"dare, duh," shoko replies instantly.

"hmmm..." you glance at gojo. "what did you bring as a chaser?"

with a flourish, gojo pulls a bottle from beneath the table. "strawberry ramune, my favorite~ why?"

"perfect. shoko, I dare you to drink gojo's chaser."

shoko grabs the bottle without hesitation, but just as she tilts it, you interrupt.

"oh, by the way—gojo adds five packets of sugar to sweeten his ramune."

the table erupts in laughter. nanami smirks, and shoko sputters as she swallows the disgustingly sweet concoction.

"blegh!" shoko slams the bottle down, grimacing. "gojo, who does this shit?!"

reaching for a shot, she drowns it in one go—and then grabs another.

"two shots to chase ramune?" haibara asks, incredulous as he shrugs off his sweater. "that bad?"

"it was that bad," shoko confirms, her voice muffled as she pours herself another drink.

"let's..." shoko wipes her tongue with a napkin, grimacing. "let's just move on. I'm asking... geto. truth or dare?"

"after witnessing... whatever that was," geto gestures vaguely toward shoko's earlier tequila ordeal, "I'm gonna play it safe and go with truth."

shoko grins mischievously, tilting her head as she looks geto up and down. "okayyy," she drawls, clearly deep in thought. "hmm... got it! you're the only guy here with ear piercings—such a bad boy," she teases, earning a visible cringe from geto. "so my question is: do you have any other piercings we don't know about?"

you press your lips together to stifle a laugh. as close as you are to geto, you already know the answer. he's going to drink.

sure enough, geto opens his mouth to respond but then, without a word, picks up a shot and downs it in one smooth motion.

"WHAT?!" shoko shrieks, half outraged, half delighted.

"naughty," mei mei murmurs, leaning her chin into her palm, her smirk growing wider.

"sugu's such a tease. its just a—" gojo starts, but you slam your hand over his mouth before he can spill the details.

"don't you dare," you hiss.

gojo bites your palm in retaliation, but you refuse to let go, glaring at him.

geto clears his throat, grimacing slightly at the tequila's burn. "and there's my cue to move on," he says, brushing past the topic. "since satoru seems eager to air out my business—truth or dare?"

you cautiously release your hand from gojo's mouth, glancing at the raw bite marks on your palm. gojo scratches his chin dramatically, as if pondering some great mystery, then grins, his azure eyes lighting up.

"dare! cuz I'm not a pussy".

geto laughs, unbothered by the jab. "alright, satoru. this one's easy—I dare you to eat all the scallions you picked off your food."

the table collectively turns to look at gojo's napkin, overflowing with at least twenty pieces of scallion he meticulously removed.

"suguruuuu," gojo whines, slumping in defeat.

geto merely slides him a shot, patting his fluffy white hair. gojo glares at the drink, nose wrinkling as he takes a tentative sip. he shudders visibly, sticking out his tongue. "so gross."

as he sets the glass down, his eyes narrow. he scans the group, zeroing in on utahime, who's laughing a little too hard at this expense.

"utahime," he announces, and her grin instantly vanishes. "yeah, not so funny now, huh? truth or dare?"

she groans. "ugh, truth"

gojo clasps his hands together like an evil mastermind, his grin nothing short of diabolic. "who here, out of all of us, would you say is the weakest link in jujutsu society?"

"uncalled for," you mutter, yanking on his ear like a scolding parent.

"stop picking on her, satoru." shoko adds, rolling her eyes.

but utahime surprises everyone by taking it in stride. she lifts a shot, downs it without hesitation, and wipes her chin with a satisfied smirk. "moving on. your turn," she says, turning to you with a pointed look. "truth or dare?"

"dare," you reply confidently. "give me a juicy one."

utahime exchanges a mischevious look with mei mei before whispering something in her ear.

"got it," mei mei says, sitting upright. "give us your phone. utahime and I get to send one text to anyone we want—and you can't take it back until the end of the night."

you take a steadying breath, weighing your options. it's only utahime and mei mei, you reason. how bad could it be? if it were gojo, the tequila would already be halfway to your lips. finally, you unlock your phone and slide it across the table.

"go ahead. do your worst."

mei mei snatches it up gleefully, her fingers flying across the screen. you pointedly look away, unwilling to torture yourself by imagining what chaos they're unleashing.

"alright," you announce. "let's keep the game rolling. haibara—truth or dare?"

haibara flushes an even deeper shade of red than before, the color creeping onto his neck. "I'm a little nervous," he admits shyly. "truth."

"don't be nervous," you say with mock sincerity. "we're your closest friends! we'd never judge or be offended by anything you say or do. that said... who here is your least favorite person?"

haibara gasps, clutching his chest. "noooo! I can't answer that—it's too mean! I love and respect you all equally!"

nanami, ever the calm voice of reason, places a gentle hand on haibara's and nudges it toward his drink. "take two sips, yu," he says simply.

you chuckle as geto flicks your forehead. "harsh, but fair."

haibara obeys, taking two large gulps. he sets his glass down, visibly tipsy now, and beaming at nanami.

"okay, nanamiiin~" haibara slurs slightly, drawing out the nickname, "truth or dare?"

nanami raises a brow but humors him with a small smile. "dare."

"alrighty," haibara begins, leaning in conspiratorially. "for some backstory—I heard you singing in the shower a couple weeks ago when you thought no one was around."

the table collectively perks up.

"so," haibara continues, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that's still loud enough for everyone to hear, "I dare you to sing for us. don't be shy, ken. you have a beautiful voice."

the group falls into stunned silence. nanami's ears turn bright red as the color spreads across his cheeks. it's possibly the first time you've ever seen him blush.

after a pause, he clears his throat and picks up his glass. "you got me there, yu," he says smoothly, before chugging the rest of his drink in one go.

haibara's face falls, his disappointment palpable. "aww, but I really wanted to hear it!"

nanami leans over, resting an arm on haibara's shoulder. you catch a faint, "later," murmured under his breath.

and with that, he nods toward mei mei, signaling the game to continue.

"alright, mei mei, truth or dare?" nanami asks, his tone measured, as always.

"dare, of course," mei mei replies smoothly, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.

nanami straightens his collar, clearly crafting something calculated. "I dare you to do your best impression of someone at this table. if we don't guess it right, you drink. no talking allowed."

"regulated and thorough," mei mei says with a smirk. "I would expect nothing less from you, nanami. very well, I'll begin."

she stands, her violet off-the-shoulder sweater swaying with her movement. turning her back to the group, she pauses for dramatic effect. then, with a sharp turn of her head, she flutters her eyelashes, blows an exaggerated kiss, sticks her tongue out, and pretends to push up invisible glasses.

haibara is the first to pipe up, "I got it! 's gojo-senpai, that's really g'd, mei mei!"

"how the actual fuck is that me?!" gojo exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

mei mei curtsies, her smirk widening. "correct, haibara. it was an easy choice—gojo's the most dramatic one here."

the group hums in agreement. shoko, sipping from her drink, adds dryly, "since we guessed it right away, shouldn't gojo drink? he's technically the loser."

"you can't just make up rules, sho!" gojo protests, looking around for support. his gaze lands on geto, who shrugs and slides him a shot.

"sounds fair to me, satoru. unless... you can't handle it?" geto teases, his grin lazy but pointed.

with a theatrical sigh, gojo downs the shot, grimacing as he does. nanami ever the thoughtful one, disappears into the kitchen, returning with a cocktail for himself and glasses of water for both gojo and haibara. gojo accepts his water with a reluctant nod, taking slow sips while you rub soothing circles on his back.

"your kindness is admirable," mei mei drawls, watching you with amused eyes. "but since you're being so tenderhearted, I'll send some chaos your way. truth or dare?"

you immediately withdraw your hand, straightening in your seat. "truth."

mei mei leans forward, violet eyes glinting mischievously. "I’m feeling messy, so… who would you fuck, marry, and kill among your fellow third-years? choose wisely."

the table erupts into a mix of gasps and laughter. haibara nearly chokes on his drink, and nanami quietly hands him his water. all eyes turn to you, expectant.

you lean back, arms crossed. "alright, I'll answer with my whole chest. first, marry shoko—duh. she’s special-grade wife material. she cooks, cleans, and nurses you back to health."

utahime's grin falters slightly, but you press on. "fuck suguru—" you gesture toward him, "I mean, look at him. plus, we all know he swallows."

the table howls with laughter as shoko nearly falls out of her seat. geto arches an eyebrow at you, looking both flattered and mildly concerned.

"and I guess that leaves gojo, so... kill him." you shrug. "though honestly, I don't even know how I'd manage that."

gojo clutches his chest, aghast. "why me?!" you just admitted you can't even kill me yourself! and what, am I unattractive to you?!"

you roll your eyes. "relax, bookie. you're fine as hell, but you're more 'all-up-in-your-face' fine. suguru's more... nonchalant fine."

the group hums in agreement, fueling gojo's indignation. "what does that even mean?!" he whines, flailing.

geto places a calming hand on his arm, his voice even. "relax, satoru. I have my own concerns—" his gaze flickers to you. "—about the swallowing comment."

feigning nonchalance, you glance at your wrist as if checking an invisible watch. "oh would you look at the time? moving on. shoko, truth or dare?"

"dare," shoko says immediately, lifting the tequila bottles. "and as host, I declare a new rule: from now on everyone drinks every turn, no exceptions."

a collective groan rises from the trio of haibara, gojo, and utahime, all clearly tipsy. you, mei mei, geto, and nanami grunt or nod in agreement.

"lovin’ that energy sho, so to up the ante," you say, digging into your pocket, "I dare you to smoke this." you toss a poorly rolled, but fat blunt onto the table. "and take a shot after. getting crossed should help you reach tonight's goal."

shoko's eyes light up as she snatches it greedily. "the girls are really coming through tonight! you're a godsend."

gojo scoffs. "godsend? how? she brought literal drugs to your party! isn't it called the devil's lettuce?"

shoko snorts, rummaging for a lighter. "this, from the guy who probably can't even stand up straight."

"I just don't feel like standing right now," gojo mumbles, pouting.

shoko gives him a withering look. "fine. truth or dare, satoru?"

"well, now I know what the dare is, so... truth."

"alright. who at this table have you had a sex dream about?"

the table falls into stunned silence. nanami chokes on his drink, and gojo freezes, eyes wide as they dart around the group. his gaze lingers a bit too long on you and geto before he quickly looks down, blushing furiously.

shoko smirks, satisfied. "definitely tabling that reaction to circle back to later."

gojo groans, face hidden behind his hands. "'m drinking. everyone drink."

you clink your glass with geto's, smirking. he wasn't fooling anyone.

shoko makes her way to the sliding backdoor, tossing a casual remark over her shoulder. “I'll be back in a flash—just gonna step outside to finish my dare. keep it going, and don't forget my shot when I get back." she winks before stepping out and taking a seat on the back steps.

inside, gojo hiccups, his high-pitched squeak drawing laughter around the table. his cheeks flush a shade brighter. you smirk, knowing your prediction about his tolerance was proving accurate.

clearing his throat, he wobbles a little before announcing, "who'd I wanna choose next... hmm... nanamin~! my dearesst kouhai, trussted friend, and bl—"

"I'm afraid to let you finish that sentence," nanami cuts him off dryly, already raising his glass. "so, I'll just drink. everybody?"

the table burst into laughter, raising their glasses to join him. haibara clunks his cup down a little too hard before slumping over, his head landing heavily on nanami's shoulder, some tequila dribbling from his lips onto nanami's sleeve.

nanami sighs, staring down at the mess before resigning himself. "haibara, maybe stick to mini-sips for your next few drinks. you can't even hold yourself up anymore."

haibara hums in drowsy agreement, leaning further into nanami, who chuckles heartily—a rare sound that surprises everyone. turning to geto, nanami raises a brow. "geto-senpai, truth or dare?"

geto, looking unbothered as usual, undoes his bun, letting his inky-black hair spill over his shoulders. he tucks a loose strand behind his gauged ear with a casual flick. "dare, nanamin~."

nanami considers this, his words tumbling over each other as the alcohol dulls his normally precise tone. "how about I... you... okay, I dare you to ride your manta ray curse around the school right now."

geto blinks, waiting for a punchline that never comes. "wait, you're serious? now? like, right now?"

"I don't know how I could be any clearer."

"dick," gojo mutters.

geto shakes his head, airing out his shirt. "as much as I would—and have, by the way—I think that might qualify as drunk driving. or, you know, drunk flying."

"or drunk swimming," you chime in.

"semantics." geto waves it off. "fine, everybody drink."

at this point, the alcohol is catching up with you. tilting your head back to take your shot makes the room swim a little. you fan yourself, suddenly flushed. gojo notices, leaning close to blow cool air onto your face like a fan.

you giggle, slurring, "satoru smells like str'berriesss~."

geto shakes his head at the chaos and turns his attention to utahime, whose head was face down on the table. "utahime, get up. truth or dare?"

utahime rolls her head sluggishly to the side, revealing a face flushed deep red. "fucking dare."

"language," geto teased with a mock pout. "there's no need to cuss. let's bring out that sweet side of yours. I dare you to kiss shoko when she comes back."

utahime shoots up, wide-eyed. "what?! k-kiss—shoko?!"

"that is what I said," geto replies, calm as ever.

mei mei nudges utahime, smirking. "do it, and I'll finish that paperwork for your mission on monday."

after a moment of hesitation, utahime grabs her shot, muttering, "fine. fuck it," before tossing it back. she slumps over dramatically.

the backdoor slides open just then, shoko reappearing with a dreamy sway. her eyes bloodshot and reeking of weed, she gives a languid nod when you ask, "damn, sho. you killed it, huh?"

she slumps into her chair, blinking slowly. "soooo, where are we?"

utahime stiffens but manages to squeak out, "my dare is... to kiss you."

"oh." shoko's lips curl into a lazy smile. "'kay. go ahead." she tilts her face. presenting her cheek.

utahime leans in, delivering the quickest peck possible.

"boo," geto jeers.

"yeah! boo!!!" gojo joins, cut off by another hiccup.

"tomato, tomato, tomato," you tease.

shoko blinks in confusion, looking one breath away from falling asleep. haibara's muffled voice comes from nanami's shoulder, "s'not the kiss we's looking f'r. try again—on th' lips." he clumsily raises his hands in a heart shape.

shoko turns back to utahime with a sleepy "'kay," puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

utahime hesitates, side-eyeing the group before her expression softens. smitten, she closes her eyes and leans in. their lips meet in a soft peck, but shoko isn't done. she grabs utahime's jaw, pulling her into a loud, smacking kiss.

"arrgh."

everyone turns to gojo, who is clutching his stomach. he gags loudly.

"what the fu—gojo, are you okay?!" geto asks, concerned.

"arrgh, aargh—"

"are you seriously gagging?" you ask, wide-eyed.

he sputters, cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk before bolting for the bathroom. the door slams shut behind him, and moments later, the unmistakable sound of vomiting echoes.

the table sits frozen. shoko and utahime remains in their pose, hands still cradling each other's faces. the faint sound of retching fills the silence.

geto breaks the tension with a deadpan, "so, gojo's homophobic."

from the bathroom comes a strained yell, "'M NOT HOMOPHOBIC! it was just bad timing! I've never drunk befor—"

he gags again.

nanami buries his face in his hands. "jesus."

geto stands. "I've got him." he slips into the bathroom after gojo.

you push yourself up, retrieving water and chips from the kitchen. "I'll give him a hand," you say, heading for the bathroom. "sounds like he needs it."

the fluorescent bathroom light buzzes faintly, its harsh glow making your head pound as you step inside. gojo is bent over the toilet, panting heavily, his white hair sticking out in a chaotic mess. geto is knelt beside him, one hand rubbing circles into his back, murmuring softly, "you're okay, satoru. just breathe."

you ease down onto the cold tile floor beside them, your hand brushing gojo's sweaty bangs off his forehead. "you'll feel better soon," you say gently.

after another minute, gojo finally stops heaving. he reaches up with a trembling hand to flush the toilet, the sound of rushing water echoing in the small space.

uncapping a water bottle, you tilt it to his lips, letting him take a few cautious gulps. then you nudge geto over slightly and lean your back against the base of the toilet. gojo groans before collapsing across your laps, his head resting on geto's thigh and his chest presses into yours.

"the room is spinning, guys," gojo mumbles, voice hoarse. "make it stop".

geto smooths his palm over gojo's cheek, his voice low and soothing. "I know, satoru. just close your eyes and focus on your breathing."

reaching down, you find gojo's hand and lace your fingers with his, pulling it to his chest. you trace small circles over his knuckles. "you're okay, satoru," you murmur. "this happens to everyone."

gradually, his body softens in your hold. his breathing evens out as his eyelids flutter shut. geto hums a low, calming tune, and you rest your head against his shoulder.

"I think he's out 'ru," you whisper.

geto's arm slips around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. "always looking after you two," he says quietly. "you owe me."

you snort, muffled against his chest. "'m comple'ly fine though!" but your own head was spinning, and the warmth of geto's hand tracing your arm lulls you toward sleep.

outside the bathroom, nanami notices haibara ceasing all movement, slumping lifelessly against his shoulder. concerned, he asks shoko for permission to use her room. once inside, he gently lays haibara on the bed, propping him up with pillows. fetching a glass of water and some bread from the kitchen, nanami coaxes small bites and sips out of him.

by the time haibara's color returns and his glassy eyes gain some clarity, nanami feels his own nerves ease. haibara grabs his wrist, tugging him onto the bed. reluctantly, nanami allows it, settling beside him. haibara's breath evens out as he drifts off, his forehead presses into nanami's side. nanami sighs, resigning himself to the makeshift role of caretaker once again.

shoko and utahime decide the night isn't over and stumble toward shoko's small couch with utahime's speaker in hand. shoko fiddles with her ipod shuffle browsing through her music gallery. she settles on her indie playlist, and excitedly stands on the couch pulling utahime clumsily up with her. what starts as vibing out quickly ends with them passed out together, limbs tangled and mouths agape, soft snores punctuating the quiet.

as the only one remaining at the table, mei mei is busy with her usual mischief. having memorized your phone's passcode earlier, she unlocks it again and frowns at the failed transaction she made from your dare earlier. not one to be deterred, she fiddles with the wi-fi and tries resending the payment. her face lights up moments later when a notification buzzes on the screen.

Mei Mei | Today at 2:14 AM this is an automated message. your apple cash amount of $[100.00] was processed successfully.

she smirks, scrolling through her personal wishlist for potential splurges. after adding a few items to her cart, she looks around the room, noting. the rhythmic snores of her friends. satisfied as the night's clear victor, she turns to your phone's camera and swipes to video, ready to document her triumph.

00:06 ==⬤---------------------- 01:22 ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻ mei mei (whispering): "once again, we have saved the best for last. everybody else just can't hang—it's quite unfortunate. as the rightful victor, I conclude that gojo satoru was the drunkest tonight, given his stint bent over the toilet. let's take a look, shall we?" [the camera pans to the bathroom. gojo is sprawled across the laps of geto and you, his face pressed against geto's thigh. geto's head rests against yours as all three of you snooze peacefully.] mei mei (whispering): "look at these cuties, snuggled up on the bathroom floor. gojo looks so peaceful, you would never know he was just expelling his entire stomach's contents barely an hour ago."

[the camera cuts to the couch, where shoko and utahime are tangled together in a chaotic sprawl, drooling and snoring loudly.] mei mei (whispering): "and here are the lovebirds! snorting and drooling all over each other. utahime is definitely going to remember this tomorrow. shoko? I sure hope so, because I can't go back to those constant longing stares, ugh!"

[the shot moves to shoko's room, focusing on haibara clinging to nanami like a lifeline.] mei mei (whispering): "and here's haibara, glued to his big, strong man who saved him from being gojo 2.0. nanami, ever the hero, still played babysitter. truly wholesome content."

[the video cuts back to mei mei, her face smug.] mei mei: "and that's a wrap! should I keep sending myself money off everyone's phones? hmm... haven’t I earned it? anyway, bye now!" 01:22 =================⬤ 01:22 ⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷ㅤ ↻

#shoko gets everbody drunk #drinking games #hidden inventory arc #canon divergent au #self indulgent #gojo x reader x geto #satosugu x reader #satosugu #getou suguru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x black reader #shoko ieiri #shoko x utahime #nanami x haibara #implied

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littlexdeaths · 5 months ago

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as long as you’re mine - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight…

i need help believing, you’re with me tonight…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: mentions of the upside down, hurt/no comfort, established relationship, reader is the same age as eddie, soft!dom eddie, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie, open ending

based on as long as you’re mine from wicked

a/n: another little repost from my old account while my brain isn’t cooperating. thank you @hippiegoth97 for looking this over for me 💕

word count: 2.7k

Your breath is coming out in short pants, Eddie’s groans mixing with your breaths as he hovers above you. He’s lying between your hips, his own rocking into yours at a soft and languid pace.

Your fingers are laced together above your head, the scratchy material of the RV’s sofa rubs against your bare skin. The feeling is keeping you grounded, knowing you’re here with him. That even just for a moment that it’s just the two of you, that you’re safe.

Despite knowing what horrors await you on the other side of that gate.

The rest of the gang had left you two alone in the RV while they finished getting their supplies in order. Steve gave Eddie a knowing look as he led the others as far away from the vehicle as possible. Eddie flipped him the bird, mumbling a curse under his breath as he shut and locked the flimsy door behind him.

His chestnut hues meet yours, the emotion behind them making that lump in your throat return. You all knew how this night could end, which was why Eddie had convinced Steve to let you two have some time alone.

In case things ended … badly.

Before you have time to utter a word his hands are on you, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips press into yours with a fierceness and urgency you’ve never experienced from him before. Your fingers tangle in his messy curls, kissing him back with just as much force.

“I need you, sweetheart,” he groans, his lips trailing along your jaw.

“You have me, Eddie.”

“No, I… I need to show you just how much you mean to me,” he clarifies as his hands work to unbutton your jeans.

“In case…” He pauses, burying his face further into your neck to take in the sweet scent of your perfume. Searing it into his memory.

“In case I don’t—”

You’re quick to shush him, coaxing his head up to meet your gaze. You cup his cheeks in your hands, his stubble lightly tickling your palms.

“Just be here with me, please?” you plead, his eyes softening as he captures your mouth once more.

Eddie only breaks apart to drop to his knees in front of you. His eyes roam your figure as he tugs down your jeans, lips making gentle contact with your thighs. The brunette continues to press soft kisses to your plush skin as he helps you step out of the denim.

His calloused fingers now reach for the waistband of your panties before glancing up at you again.

“I love you.”

His voice shakes as he pulls the cotton down over the swell of your ass, letting the fabric pool at your feet. You carefully kick them to the side when he rises to his full height again.

“I love you too,” you reply softly.

Your hands reach out for him, carefully slipping the green hunters vest and his leather jacket over his shoulders. Leaving him in his dirty and wrinkled hellfire shirt, the sight of it serves as a reminder of just how much things had changed over the last week.

How both your worlds were turned upside down, literally and figuratively.

Your main concern had been making sure your boyfriend graduated, but now he was wanted for murder. On top of the fact that there was a supernatural creature that wanted to tear your world apart.

To say it had been a rough week was the complete understatement of the century.

Eddie must have seen the far off look in your eyes, as his rough palms cup your cheeks and bring you back to him.

“Hey, now. Stay here with me, angel.”

You nod, smiling when he kisses the tip of your nose. Your hands easily become busy with undressing him again, giggling as his shirt gets stuck. His curls are a wild mess when you finally get the material over his head. That signature dimple making an appearance as he grins down at you.

“I’ll never get tired of that sound,” he confesses.

Eddie lets his hands fall away from your warm cheeks, allowing you to continue undressing him. Your fingertips trail down his stomach, brushing through the hair below his navel before reaching his belt buckle.

“Why do you always have so many layers on?” you tease, pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes at you, gripping the hem of his shirt that’s adorning your frame and tugging it up and over your head. It leaves you in only your bra, and your body shifts shyly under his darkening gaze. You aid him in tugging down his jeans, the black denim joining the pile of your discarded clothes.

He carefully spins you around, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder as he unclasps your bra. You let the material slip down your body, and finally his boxers are the last thing to go.

Eddie begins to guide you to the back of the RV, lifting you off your feet to carry you the rest of the way. A small squeal of surprise leaves your lips, and a deep chuckle escapes his own.

“Lay back for me, sweetheart.” He hums, gently setting you on your feet before you make your way onto the small sofa.

The male groans as you lay back, his eyes taking in every inch of your skin as if he was seeing it for the first time. Eddie kneels on the sofa, lifting one of your legs. He presses soft kisses into your tender skin, his teeth gently nipping at your thighs before he’s resting his face in between them.

He’s eager but gentle with his tongue, exploring you in a way he hasn’t done before. Like it might be the last time he gets to have you. That thought has tears welling in your eyes, but you quickly wipe any trace of them from your cheeks. Grateful that he was a little too preoccupied to notice.

Pushing your emotions aside, you open yourself up to him fully, the male lifting both your legs over his shoulders. Your fingers tangle in those curls that you love so much, your body reacting his actions almost immediately.

Delicate whines leave your pouted lips, when his tongue dips inside you. He eagerly laps up everything you have to offer, his nose nudging against your clit as he devours you. His large hands grip your hips tightly, in an effort to stop you from squirming too much beneath him.

Barely a minute passes with him swirling his tongue around your swollen bud before he lets out a deep moan. The rumble of it vibrates deliciously against your core, causing your legs to tremble around his head. Despite his desire to savor you, to take things slow, it seems your body has other plans.

“Eddie,” you whimper, glancing down to meet his hooded eyes.

The male grins wickedly when he slips two fingers inside your warm heat, curling them up to hit that spot inside you that has you crying out.

And soon you find yourself falling over that precipice, your boyfriend waiting to catch you.

Eddie works you through your high until you begin tugging harshly on his curls, “Baby… come here, please.”

Your voice shakes as you plead, a soft mewl follows it when he slowly makes his way back up your body. His lips press against the dip of your hips, the valley of your breasts, until he reaches your jaw.

His teeth nip lightly before he’s pressing his lips to yours. You can taste a mixture of yourself and tobacco on his tongue, the familiarity making you feel more desperate for him. One of your hands slips between your bodies, grasping his cock in your warm palm.

Eddie whines as you slowly stroke his shaft, preparing to return the favor. But he quickly stops you, removing your hand and lifting it. His dark eyes are filled with adoration when his lips brush over the skin of your knuckles.

“Need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he pleads.

Eddie replaces your hand with his own, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaked folds. The action pulls another whimper from you as it catches on your sensitive nub, a small smirk of satisfaction crossing his features.

“Always sound so pretty f’me, baby.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock inside your awaiting heat, your walls eagerly sucking him in.

“Fuck,” he hisses, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he fully sheathed himself inside you.

He buries himself at your deepest point, his breathing coming out in heavy pants when you flutter around him. The brunette eagerly laces his fingers with yours, pinning them above your head. Eddie starts slowly, gingerly rocking his hips into yours.

He doesn’t want to miss a single breathy moan or flutter of your lashes. The weight of his gaze is unwavering as he tries to catch each and every small expression of pleasure that crosses your face. To sear it into his memory, in case he doesn’t have this opportunity again.

Your eyes are already glazed over, fighting to keep them open as you feel every vein and curve of his length caressing your inner walls. When they slip shut for too long you feel his lips at your ear, his curls lightly tickling your cheek.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

His pace increases as you refocus your attention back on him, the sounds of your bodies molding together fill the small RV. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead due to the exertion of his movements. He looks more carefree and beautiful than ever, your bottom lip beginning to tremble as tears blur your vision.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe,” he hums.

You lift your head up, locking your lips together as the tears spill down your cheeks. The salty taste lingers in your mouth when Eddie begins kissing them away, his hot breath fanning over your face.

“I love you,” you cry out as he begins thrusting harder, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

Your back arches, pressing your breasts flush against his chest. His stomach presses against your own, touching where the soft swell of your tummy pushes out just a bit more than usual.

Letting go of one of your hands, he guides it between your bodies to rub at your swollen bud. His thumb brushes over your lower lip before cupping your jaw.

“Love you more, sweet girl, you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Eddie moans deeply when you begin to clench harder around him, his other hand moving to grip underneath your kneecap. He hooks your leg up over his hip and the new angle allows him to go even deeper. Your head falls back against the sofa, grabbing onto his shoulder to pull him even closer to you.

He buries his face in your neck when you feel his cock twitch inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm crashes over you, feeling his body trembling above you as he fills you to the brim. But he doesn’t stop, letting you both ride out your highs before he eventually succumbs to exhaustion.

Your eyes flutter open, gazing up at the faux wood ceiling of the RV. You welcome his full weight on top of you as he attempts to catch his breath, tenderly caressing his sweaty curls. A reminder that you're still together, at least for the moment.

You whine when you feel his softened length slip out of you, the brunette chuckling as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He flips you around to drape you over his chest, your legs tangling together. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, the tips of your fingers dance along his skin as you soak in your post orgasmic bliss.

“I want you to have this.”

His voice breaks through the silence and your fingers freeze, from where you had just been tracing the ink on his chest. You glance up at him with a confused expression, as he slips the single ring off of his left hand. He lifts your own, attempting to slip the ring onto your finger.

A small giggle leaves you as it nearly falls off.

“Is this your way of proposing to me, Munson?”

Eddie merely chuckles, before beginning to unhook the necklace from around his neck. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he struggles to unclasp it.

He slips the ring onto the chain once he manages to get it undone and the metal feels cool against your overheated skin. A shiver passes through you as he clasps it around your neck, the ring and guitar pick now resting between your breasts.

“It’s my way of keeping a part of me with you.”

You immediately lift yourself to press your lips together again, kissing him as if he was your only source of oxygen. Neither of you were quite ready to face the reality that awaited you outside that door. You gently rest your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat keeps you calm.

The comfortable silence doesn’t last nearly as long as either of you had hoped for. As a banging on the trailer door causes you to jump, snapping both of you out of your peaceful cocoon. Eddie groans as Steve’s voice sounds through the door, resting his forehead against yours.

“Alright, love birds! Time’s up!”

You unwillingly untangle yourselves from each other, a flurry of clothes and longing glances as you get dressed. Finding yourself returning to the back sofa as Eddie unlocks the door, feeling that pit in your stomach return once more.

It was time.

You’re sitting between Robin and Eddie on that same sofa only half an hour later.

Your hand is clutched tightly in his own, a makeshift spear resting in his other hand. While his eyes continued to glance out the back window of the RV, your own were focused on his face. Committing each and every detail you could to memory, from the freckles that dotted his nose to the stubble along his jaw.

His cheeks flush once he realizes you’ve been staring, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. The RV shifts and creaks each time it hits a bump, and a somber silence fills the air. The unknown of what you’re all about to do leaves no room for the usual banter between friends.

The closer you get to Forest Hills trailer park, the more the knot in your stomach grows. It was your job to guard the gate from Hawkins, to help pull them out if needed. While the rest of them risked their lives in the upside down, it didn’t seem fair.

But Eddie had all but insisted on it and the rest of the group agreed, much to your dismay.

When you feel the RV come to a stop you let out a shaky breath, Eddie keeps a hand on the small of your back to guide you outside. The moon shines brightly overhead, casting an eerie glow on his trailer.

You’re the last person inside, so you quickly lock the door behind you. You grab a hold of Eddie’s arm, and watch as Steve, Nancy and Robin begin climbing the makeshift rope. The three disappeared through the gate, and Dustin soon follows suit.

The group waved to you from the other side, and now it was Eddie’s turn to join them.

The lump in your throat has only grown when your boyfriend presses a light kiss to your forehead. He pulls you into his arms, your nails digging into the green vest covering his back. Your hands shake as he attempts to untangle you from him.

“Please come back to us.”

“Us?” He questions, staring down at you with a furrowed brow.

“Us,” you answer, gently grabbing his hand and placing it under your shirt and on your tummy.

A look of recognition flits over his features and that goofy smile you adore tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll always come back to you… both of you.”

He bends down for a moment, pressing a sweet kiss to your belly. Before wrapping you up in his embrace once more, spinning you around.

“You promise?”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, as Dustin’s voice rings through the gate and calls Eddie’s name. The brunette leans his forehead against yours, pressing a reassuringly firm kiss to your lips. Before he pulls away, stepping onto the mattress and grabbing onto the makeshift rope.

The look in his eyes was one of reassurance, and determination.

“I promise.”

#the freak writes 🫧#eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie x you #eddie x reader

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cherrysurf · 5 days ago

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New years kiss!suna rintarou x reader

timeskip obvi, drinking, fluff, angst if you squint super duper hard, crack, profanity, atsumu being a wingman and lwk annoying at the same time ᡣ𐭩 (also not proofread lightly looked over tho?)

Osamu decided to have a little small get together for new years, it being him, atsumu, suna, kita, you. The rest of msby and epj raijian I guess it wasn’t so small but it was atsumu fault since he made the guest list, and of course you had to help set up the rooftop of miyas onigiri shop where the party was going to take place since everyone else lacked creativity and everyone had their own Jobs to do osamu was in charge of food, Sunas was drinks, atsumu was bodyguard aka stood their and did nothing until kita put him to clean and sweep the rooftop it felt like highschool all over again, planning parties while someone’s parents were away kita trying to convince everyone that this was not a smart decision yet still being there (saving atsumu from plenty of black outs) “the gangs all back together” atsumu said as he let out a sigh while everyone was outside setting up the final things causing a cringed face from everyone and an eye roll from osamu “we were all together literally last weekend you idiot” suna said “he probably doesn’t remember since be passed out after the second round of soju” you said laughing “it’s funny to you guys but you weren’t there having to make his fat ass food at 3am” osamu said annoyed “whatever whatever let’s all have fun.” Atsumu proposed, and the fun of the night was filled with laughter and catching up talking about Japan’s volleyball stats and everyone’s plans for the small little break. It was nice seeing everyone like this again. As you stand their leaning a bit on the edge with your drink in hand watching over the city suna comes next to you “figured you needed some company over here” he said staring at the scenery as well “how thoughtful of you rin” you giggle “what’s your New Year’s resolution this time” he asked, “I don’t know I guess I don’t really have one, you?” You say looking at him admiring his side profile “get to the Olympics maybe fall in love? Whatever the new years brings me I guess” he says shrugging with a small smile on his face “falling in love? That’s new I guess it’s time for that huh” you say curious to what brought this on, did he have someone in mind but the thought of that made your heartache in some way. Since unfortunately you’ve been aware of your feelings for suna since earlier last year you didn’t have time to dwell or act on them before since you were so busy, but since everything has been slowing down it’s slowing been creeping up on your mind “I don’t know if it’s time for it to be honest but I’d be ready for it if it came” he said looking at you now observing your features which causes a pink tint to grow across your cheeks the was a moment of silence until atsumu came squishing himself between the two of you “so who’s getting a new years kiss” he says cooing “not you with that alcohol smell from your mouth” suna says rolling “boo you’re no fun” atsumu says leaving you two alone “guys the fireworks and countdown are about to start” bokuto says yelling you and suna turn to look at each other with a smile and then look at the city “3…2..1”

you and everyone else says which somehow causes you to hold sunas hands instinctively probably because of nerves which he didn’t mind at all he holds on a bit tighter which causes you to look up at him to find him already staring at you “kiss me.” he said “huh?” you look at him confused to what the fuck he was saying right now. “tsumu told me about your little crush ya know” he said smirking “that piece of shit” you murmured “i feel the same yn. I always have so kiss me."He said looking serious, you couldn’t muster up a snarky reply like usual or anything at all but you nodded yes “i need a yes or a no yn” he said “yes suna.” you look at him those being the only words you can get out which gave suna the go away to lean in and you doing the same the moment felt surreal and natural all at once the fireworks made it even more magical “my plan worked” atsumu said grinning which caused you and suna to separate and roll your eyes at him in sync “i guess i got one thing off my list for new years” suna said smiling holding you close “i guess you did.” you say smiling because you wouldn’t have it anyother way.

a/n- wrote this only for meeya lwk and thanks to dee for forcing me to write this actually helped me outta my writers block a bit

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gabrieldrawsstuff · 2 months ago

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AU in which the gang gets together again at the end but i get to pull fingernails off jay merrick in return

au under the cut

I've said it before but the operator is an otherworldly creature, a metaphor for mental illness and probably is unable to feel anything. But I wholeheartedly believe he is jay's number one hater. If we think of it as a leech, it tries to take and feed on people that are like, worth the fight. No need to waste the energy you won't get back.

So in this AU the gang came together at the end and literally made themselves not worth the fight with, I'm not kidding, the power of friendship and prescription drugs. Strength in numbers and allat.

BUT once again, in this AU the operator evolved due to sheer hatred towards jay and is now able to feel rage. To extents i deem comedic nothing more. So it hunts jay down nonetheless

So as long as jay keeps doing the things to keep the operator away (socializing, taking meds, ignoring it) it can't seriously harm him (except for a few nosebleeds, headaches or nightmares).

But jay DOESN'T do all that, instead, now that he is somewhat safe, he tries to figure out how to get rid of it permanently and keeps bumping into it

Cue the ghostbusters/sally face shenanigans in which i put jay merrick through even more horrors and the gang has to save him time and time again

#marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #happy ending au #i thought i should finally flesh out the AU so here u go #listen i don't kin jay but every single injury i had i give him #broken nose busted lip broke knuckles missing nails #babygirl you're getting it all #the gray background arises once more all hail the gray background

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ghostdiva · 3 months ago

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ok so the new trailer for episode 3 just dropped. big hype. here are some theory's, notes, and observations.

also I took a lot of screenshots...

anyway here we go.

so the adventure is set to be "The Mystery of Mildenhall Manor". Now, I do think that Caine is gonna be the quest giver this time, sending the gang to find something inside the spooky, probably haunted manor.

small guess is that they gotta find Matilda, one of the ghosts haunting the manor, and trap her in a vacuum. idk why, it's literally just a hunch.

Jax also takes a moment to harass Pomni with a vacuum, which just makes me think of Luigi's Mansion.

anyway, the gang (minus Zooble) are gonna go in the manor and try to find whatever they're looking for, and either by agreement or random set of events, the gang is gonna split up, Pomni and Kinger being paired up. I don't really know if Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax stick together or not, as they're not really shown much in the trailer.

I am inclined to believe it is a set of events that separates the gang tho.

it's the one of the reasons I can think of that'd make Pomni climb on the door like that.

I mean... outside of the very spooky decorum.....

which Pomni has a pretty reasonable reaction to

btw, I fucking love Pomni's cartoon physics with the squash and stretch rubber-hose animation. it's so expressive and fun to watch.

anyway, it seems Caine is determined to have Zooble go on adventures. so he literally sits them down and tries to therapize them.

though with Caine being an AI with very little knowledge of how the human mind works, this goes predictably horribly.

I imagine Zooble tries on some level to convey to Caine the ludicrousness of their situation. stuck in a digital world getting repeatedly traumatized by meaningless adventures that seem to do more harm than good. though I get the feeling Caine would miss the point, leading Zooble to correct him, and/or get upset at him for not understanding. watching this verbal fight happen between these 2 will probably lead to us, the viewer, understanding more about Zooble.

anyway, back to the manor with this cute little guy.

look at him, he's so cute and squishable. unfortunately this guy is the only cute and squishable NPC here because Pomni and Kinger seems to really be going through it.

they're mostly poking around, opening drawers and stuff. maybe they're looking for a key to get back with the others or something? who knows.

they both probably stumble around in the dark for a bit, both figuratively and literally.

they might end up stumbling into an antagonist NPC, which is the only way I can explain some of these screenshots.

it looks to me like Kinger is facing something. I mean, He's missing an eye in the first one, smacking something with a gun in the second, and looking really worried in the third. Plus the fist 2 have similar lighting so I'm inclined to believe those 2 pics come from clips in close time frames to each other.

there's also another image that has similar lighting...

now... this may sound weird, but I think that either Pomni got Possessed somehow, or something tried to take her shape. Possession seems more feasible since we know at least 2 of the NPC's in this adventure are ghosts, and at least in media ghosts are known to possess people. seeing as digital circus seems to love pulling from video game mechanics, this wouldn't surprise me at all.

this would also kind of explain why in the "POMNI WAKE UP!! IT'S TIME TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE" video, in the "Kinger with a shotgun" clip, he seems to be hitting Pomni with the gun. it makes a lot more sense if Pomni ends up getting possessed somehow, forcing Kinger to hit her in order to defend himself from the ghost.

this also could tie back to the worried look on Kingers face in the screenshot before Possessed Pomni. Cause he'd know what he has to do, even though he doesn't want to hurt Pomni.

Hell, I'm pretty sure Kinger even openly protects Pomni in this episode.

because of the shot in the trailer taken from this hole's perspective

not only is Pomni hiding behind Kinger, but he has one of his hands out in front of her, as if to protect her from whatever is in that hole.

also in regards to guns, Kinger isn't the only one who gets to have a gun.

Pomni gets to wield a shotgun too, and it's likely to help both herself and Kinger fight off whatever was after them in the hole.

Ghost possession and gun-slinging aside, I do think that Pomni and Kinger have a little heart to heart in this episode.

boy doesn't that screenshot look familiar. reminds me of episode 2 with the blue lighting and concerned expression on Pomni's face. That scene in the test room where Pomni comforts Gumigoo. this time tho, she's comforting Kinger. it almost makes me wonder if this will be a reoccurring theme, with all the other characters eventually having a heart to heart with Pomni, and Pomni comforting them.

it'd really make her live up to her quote in episode 2 "I guess I just don't want you to feel like you're nothing. I don't want anyone to feel like that".

the only thing I do still have questions about, is wtf is Kinger looking at here?

I mean, it looks like the eyes of a ghost, if they could make their eyes glow like that.

ya know what, maybe he's looking at a mound of pillows or something.

yeah, like that.

#long post #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc kinger #kinger #the amazing digital circus kinger #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc pomni #pomni #the amazing digital circus episode 3 #tadc episode 3 #tadc ep 3 #tadc theories #they're more like guesses #also gooseworx was right #this episode isn't for kids #this shit looks so unsettling #Youtube

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periprose · 1 year ago

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Heyyy I’m literally playing through ps4 Spider-Man again 🤣!

I was wondering if I could request a ps4 fic, maybe Peter and reader have been dating for a while, and she gets hurt during the explosion and he can’t find her but she’s with may at feast with like a broken arm or something?? (She knows he’s Spider-Man) 👀🫶🏼

hey lol thanks for requesting! I'm on the first playthrough of the game myself. Basically this is set during the explosion at the election event in the game, and Peter and you are there to proudly watch Officer Davis accept his award.

"Hey." Peter comes up from behind you on the sidewalk, fixing wrinkles in his civilian clothes. He must've just changed.

"Hey, Parker." You nudge him. "Ready to go watch Osborn smooch up to the well-meaning audience of Manhattan?"

"Well, ready as I'll ever be." Peter takes your hand. "I'm really just there to watch Davis get his well-deserving award, y'know. Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me Parker?"

"Meh, you love it." You joke. "You'll always be Parker to me, even if you are my boyfriend now. It's our thing."

Peter shakes his head, but you know based on his little smile- he loves that you have a little thing just for him.

Together, you walk to the intersection in front of City Hall, where many people crowd around, waiting for Mayor Osborn and whatever speech he's about to give today. They're all dressed in Osborn themed merchandise, cheering and clapping.

You can't believe this many people care about Osborn's so-called promises to the city- you and Peter are really hoping he won't be re-elected this term after all- but people are clapping for him, and you sigh knowing that your cost of living is about to go up.

"Hey. Wipe that frown off your face. We're here to be supportive." Peter whispers from next to you in the crowd, and you nod.

"Where's Davis? Is that him?" You whisper back, pointing to an older black man up on the stage.

"Yup. You wouldn't believe it, he was so helpful in Hell's Kitchen. Dude whipped out his gun and had my back like we've been best buds for years." Peter smiles. "There's not many out there doing it like him."

"He sounds like a real treasure. I'm glad you have someone on your side." You squeeze Peter's hand, and continue to look up towards the stage in mild excitement.

You don't really care for Osborn's speech- Peter laughs about his promise to open up technology for NYC when you both know that's reserved for the elite- but you both grin when Davis, looking nervous as ever, walks up the stage to receive his award.

"It is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour." Osborn hangs a medal around Davis' neck, and you and Peter clap.

"I'm so glad this is all over. The gang war, I think." Peter whispers to you, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Really? Does this mean you'll finally be a little safer?" You ask, but Peter frowns a little.

"Well, there's some loose ends still to be tied up, but-"

"Loose ends?" You give him a wary glance. "Like what?"

"Like whatever 'Consolidated Shipping' is. It doesn't make sense." Peter sighs, watching concern grow on your face. "It's not right, but I'll figure it out."

Davis says a few words- he thanks his wife and his son, Miles, who you can see is sitting up at the front of the stage.

"Aw, cute kid." You remark to Peter, and he nods, gaining a slightly sheepish smile.

"Officer Davis did say I remind him of his son. I'll take it as a compliment." Peter jokes, and you snicker, calling him even more of a baby.

Behind you, Sable guards are talking on their walkie talkies about "keeping eyes on Osborn," which to you sounds as if they perceive a threat. You turn back to tell Peter, when he suddenly flinches.

"Peter-?"

He grabs his head, panicking- you watch as his pupils dilate, and he's clearly in some kind of shock.

"Everything feels off-" Peter flinches again, and you know he's having a Spider-Sense meltdown. There must be multiple things happening at once- even worse, you're not sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's not suited up, and he risks revealing his identity if he does anything.

Either way, Peter runs behind you. He shoves people out of the way, trying to get to the back of the event, behind the audience, but he's not fast enough. There are men arriving out of cars- corrupted men, turning that strange grey-blue-transparent hue that confirms their connection with Martin Li.

Peter runs- he dashes- but you see him flinch again, cowering under such threatening energy. He turns to the stage in horror, and you gasp in shock.

There's another corrupted on stage, covered in explosive devices.

An explosion goes off behind you, to the right of you, than another massive one on stage- the ground shakes beneath you, and you're too in shock to move.

"Get down!" Peter shoves you back, attempting to push you out of the way, just as another two explosions cause the earth under you to rattle, and you lose your footing and fall back on the pavement. You twist your arm unnaturally and hit your head.

You black out, the last thing you see being massive blue-black explosions in the sky.

Peter wakes to floating ash in the sky.

He coughs- there's a sharp pain in his right side, and a slight ache at the top of his hairline- he touches his forehead and pulls his fingers away to see brown-red, dry blood.

It doesn't matter. He'll heal faster than most, anyways- he needs to locate you.

He gets up, seizes a little due to the pain- and to his alarm, you're nowhere in his near sight. He walks around seeing Sable guards help people off the streets- although Peter really thinks they're poking and prodding and shoving them away, so they can clean up the mess around here.

He hopes you haven't been taken away by Sable guards.

Peter rushes to the nearest clinic- but there's too many people crowding around there with their injuries, and the receptionist at the emergency room tells him there's no one by your name here.

He begins to panic. You're not responding to his calls, either. Peter doesn't want to believe the worst could've happened to you, but he does hear people talking on the streets about the casualties. Apparently at least 10 people have been found dead so far- Peter starts swearing under his breath.

He decides to head to FEAST- he's not sure if you'll be there, but it's better to ask Aunt May or some of the volunteers if you've been seen. FEAST also operates as an emergency medical clinic, too, even with limited supplies, and it's with this small amount of hope that Peter travels there.

Pushing through the doors, the front desk woman- Amanda- she's startled by how intensely Peter asks about you.

"I don't know, Peter." She points to the main auditorium, where many homeless and injured people are currently being attended to. "It's kind of an open house back here- you're going to have to look through the crowds."

Peter sighs. "Thanks, Amanda."

It takes him about fifteen minutes to do a full, quick walkthrough. The entire time, his heartbeat thumps faster as he realizes- he's not seeing you anywhere. There's nobody wearing your trademark scarf, your usual dark blue jeans- nobody with your fastidious expression, where you always seem to take in the entire world before speaking- nobody to relieve the steady ache in his heart.

Peter walks into the room full of medical supplies, expecting to see Aunt May- and while May is there, busy with another volunteer, the first thing he sees is you, with your hair all disheveled and messy, bruises on your cheek and a cut under your lip, and your arm wrapped in a cast and a sling.

But you have a soft, comforting smile. You're kneeling down to help a little girl- she can't be older than five- and you're placing a bandage on her knee. And the little girl squeals, hugging you after you say "It's all better now."

Peter would agree with that.

You look up, arms still embraced around the little girl- Rina is her name- to see Peter, looking wistful, sad, a clear lump in his throat. His eyes are watery.

"Peter?" You watch as he comes forward.

"I thought you were- I thought..." He wipes his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Well, Little Rina over here needed a little bit of medical attention." You kindly tap her shoulder and she nods up at Peter, smiling. "She tripped and fell and no one was paying attention to her knee, so I decided to help her."

"That's..." Peter trails off, wondering how you could be so selfless when your own face was looking a bit worse for wear. "That's sweet of you to do. How do you feel, kiddo?"

He kneels towards her, and she grins really big. "Better!"

"Alright, high five then." Peter high fives her, and she dashes off afterwards, most likely looking for the parent she came with.

"Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Peter asks you as soon as you turn back to him. "I thought... I thought the worst had happened-"

"Peter, please. Stop with the wounded ego." May calls him out, listening from the sidelines. "What's important is that she's safe and in one piece- that's more than enough to feel grateful about."

Peter looks down, ashamed. He knows May is right, and he has to swallow his pride for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You grasp his hand, and he looks back at you, jaw tight as he listens. "I didn't mean to not answer your calls- my phone got shattered. And I didn't know where to find you after I woke up- I was already being taken away by Sable guards to 'safety' and then I decided my best chance to find you was over here."

"Oh." Peter feels kind of dumb, but he also feels glad you think of FEAST as a spot to find him. "I should've kept you safe."

"Don't. Don't make yourself crazy with what you could've done." You plead with him, and he sighs but shakes his head. "My arm will heal with time. I guess I landed on it weirdly and broke it."

Peter winces. "Well, you can always ask me for help if it bothers you. I'm there for you."

He traces your lip, where the cut under is still a red-brown, harsh hue in comparison to the pink of your bottom lip, and May takes this as her cue to leave.

Peter snorts. "I wish you had my-"

"Super healing? Yeah, I wish that too." You laugh. "Were you lucky enough to not get hit, or did you just heal on the way here?"

Peter's reaching for a facial bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "The latter."

"Ugh, lucky bastard." You smile up at him, cringing only slightly as Peter rubs away the blood from your wound. "I'm just glad that means I don't have to worry too much about you."

"You still do." Peter remarks, placing the bandage on your face. "But that just means you love me."

And, being ever so thankful that you're safely back in his arms, Peter places a soft kiss on your forehead, and then a slightly-less-soft one on your mouth, hoping it doesn't hurt you, but happy that you kiss him back anyways.

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unlikelypandahologram · 7 months ago

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Reasons to ship every single version of MegOP

since Very Dumb Discourse™ exists about whether or not certain versions of this ship are valid, this is going to be THE most positive post about all versions of MegOP. refer back to this post for reasons to ship your favorite version of MegOP if anyone gets weird about it with you. now let us begin!!

G1: goofy '80s faction dads fighting each other in a denny's parking lot every week LET'S GOOO, that shit is fun as fuck. orion pax also totally had a celeb crush on megatron before megatron ruined that and shot him and his pals 😔 and there's a lot of angst you can add with megatron becoming galvatron and optimus coming back to life to see how much he's changed!

BW: it's the sheer fucking comedy gold factor of a newly minted college graduate and a terrorist dinosaur IMMEDIATELY singling each other out on a prehistoric rock and deciding to call their daily gang slap-fights the BEAST WARS, what iconic drama queens LMAOOOO. also, megatron made his final body in BM look like optimal optimus SPECIFICALLY to fuck with him, and that's just...incredible

UT: the fact that megatron CANONICALLY acted like a grieving widower over optimus after he died in armada is. amazing. never forget their absolutely insane obsession with each other that they can never EVER give up on played a direct part in unicron nearly ending the world <3

Bayverse: this is the one continuity of all fucking things that gave us the lore about megatron being prime's lord high protector. absolute galaxy brain writing from the tie-in comics. also these two would ABSOLUTELY have the messiest, nastiest, most brutal hate sex imaginable, and that's beautiful. <3

Animated: optimus being a rookie washout underdog and megatron being a super scary much older warlord is a really interesting and underrated fresh take on their dynamic! lots of fun to be had with exploring what their relationship would be like after megatron finally acknowledged him as his archnemesis, lol. also...age AND size difference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Prime: do i even need to say anything, i'm pretty sure that one flashback still of orion and megatronus being friends is responsible for birthing a million shippers for this pairing alone LMAOOOO. the bitter ex-boyfriends energy was TRULY off the charts in this show, it's a damn shame megatron never appeared in RID15

Cyberverse: same bitter ex-boyfriends energy but this time with dates at maccadams. megatron also dies encouraging optimus to beat the unhinged alternate dimension megs AAHH THE ANGST

IDW1: they're both depressed gay war criminals in this one who CONSTANTLY live in each other's heads rent-free and that's amazing, lmfao. also, megatron becoming an autobot means this is one of the VERY FEW continuities where it's not nigh impossible to figure out a way to give these two a happy ending together in fanon

IDW2: space date space date SPACE DATE. they were falling together and everything. megatron also LITERALLY tells optimus to open himself to him...to give him the matrix...yeah megs my dude i'm sure that's the ONLY thing you wanted from optimus "opening" himself. toootally positive, lol

G1 Marvel: megatron was SUPER fucking pissed and weird as shit about the time optimus died over a video game. it counts

Dreamwave: their first fight had megatron urging optimus to join him AND they disappeared together in a space bridge explosion once which is like, a fanfic-esque setup for them to be alone. also i'm pretty sure this is the continuity where optimus accidentally gave megatron a lobotomy, so...uh...potential for angst is to be had

SG: mirror universe!! evil crazy villain optimus with noble goody-goody hero megatron has so much potential for absolute chaos. bonus if you also bring in the normal versions somehow through multiverse shenanigans <3

KP: the only way this version of prime can redeem himself from the creepy underage human girl bullshit is if he gets a good hard dicking from megatron. next

Prime Wars: huge "ex-husbands go on a road trip with their disgruntled daughter" energy here. megatron also LITERALLY says "oh optimus, if only you could see me now" <3

Earthspark: again...need i say why? they're pals and working together from the get-go, what's not to ship??

Skybound: optimus literally wears megatron's arm. truly beautiful <3

TF One: it's not out yet but give it time. the entire movie is going to be about orion and d-16 being madly in love and tragically breaking up, baby!!

#if you're wondering why i didn't include the wfc trilogy it's because those shows fucking suck and i hate them LMAO #transformers #maccadams #megop #edited after the fact to include the new comics lol

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 8 months ago

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can you do headcanons of izana's little sister dating chifuyu in secret or something and the way he found out is that on their anniversary he bought her flowers and a stuffed animal and she came back home with the gifts giggling so he and kakucho went to her school and saw them doing cute little couple stuff??

Ok so this kinda ended up being a bit of a different format then normal, I got a bit carried away with this one! But here is Chifuyu secretly dating Izana's little sister!

In hindsight maybe you had made a mistake, hiding your relationship with Chifuyu was no easy thing but normally you were so careful. Always sneaking around with him and carefully hiding from your protective older brother and his friends. It's not that you don't appreciate your brother but you're not a little kid anymore and you can make your own decisions now.

Chifuyu is such a sweet guy too and cares about you a lot. You met him through toman, the gang your older brother joined. Izana was too worried about you to leave you home alone so he took you with him to the gang meeting, giving strict instructions to his past tenjiku members to watch out for you. There was no point though because no one in toman even tried to talk to you at first, too scared by Izana glaring at all of them anytime they dared to look at you. It wasn't until the end of the meeting, when you managed to distract the Haitani brother's and slip away from them that you actually got a bit of freedom.

Only for you to immediately stumble on a tree root and go tumbling towards the ground. But instead of falling onto something cold and hard, you fell into something warm and softer. Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring into pretty turquoise eyes looking worriedly at you.

"Are you hurt?"

Just like that you quite literally fell for him. And judging by the blush covering his cheeks, he felt the same way. He'd later tell you about how it was a moment straight out of the manga he reads and how he was instantly hooked on you.

The moment didn't last long though, as you heard Izana calling for you so you ran off before he could catch the two of you together. Chifuyu never even got the chance to give you his name or hear yours.

The next morning you went to school but wasn't concentrating like normal, instead you couldn't stop thinking about your encounter with that mystery guy and how much you wanted to see him again. And then there he was, standing right in front of your class and getting a lecture from the teacher about being late. You couldn't believe your luck, he was in your class this whole time! The two of you had a happy reunion after class and things developed from there. But you were always adamant that Izana and his friends could not know, he'd kill both of you for sure.

But that afternoon you messed up, it was your one year anniversary with Chifuyu so of course you were both excited. So excited that you forgot to hide your gifts when you got home, instead you came in giggling and looking at them happily. Not a care in the world and certainly missing the curious gaze of your older brother.

Izana noticed immediately. He frowned and raised his eyebrow at the gifts, exchanging a look with Kakucho who was sprawled out on a dining room chair. Neither one of them said a word. Of course Izana could've just asked you, but he already had a feeling that you'd been hiding things from him. And now that your guard was down, he wasn't about to raise it back up again. Instead he waited for you to go to your room before coming up with a plan to follow you to school tomorrow.

They would finally get their answers.

The next morning, they waited until you were in class to sneak themselves in. Watching you during class was pretty boring, though Izana was pretty proud when you answered a difficult question correctly. They figured they would get more answers during lunch instead, so they climbed up onto the roof to get a good spot to watch you from, completely ignoring the guy taking a nap up there.

Lunch time rolled around and of course you went to grab yours so you could eat with Chifuyu. Sitting innocently together on a wooden bench, the two of you chatted about your days so far. You were just in the middle of getting into a rant about how Ran keeps stealing your expensive shampoo every time he visits when Chifuyu slightly coughs. You turn towards him with a confused look, wondering why his cheeks had gone bright red.

"Ah I was just wondering....well I made this bento this morning and wantedtoknowifyouwantedtotrysome!!??"

Blinking, you manage to decipher what he was asking and nodded. You were expecting him to pass it over to you but instead he nervously held the chopsticks out to you, trying to feed you. Gulping, you tuck your hair behind your ear and lean in, about to take a bite when you hear the loudest shout you've ever heard. It even makes Chifuyu flinch, making him drop the chopsticks to the floor.

You both look around, trying to figure out what's going on when you see them. A murderous looking Izana and frowning Kakucho, staring down at the two of you from above.

Cursing, you grab Chifuyu's hand and start running, ignoring the second shout that ran out as soon as you grabbed Chifuyu's hand. You have no idea where you're running too but there's no time to think as you're sure Izana and Kakucho are right behind the two of you. Luckily for you, Chifuyu seems to have an idea and took his bike to school that morning. Lifting you onto the back of his bike before jumping on himself, the two of you speed away.

But your peace is short lived as you turn and immediately notice Izana and Kakucho riding a few cars back behind you. You vaguely wonder what Chifuyu's plan is here but you trust him, so you just cling to him and hope for the best.

You soon turn up in front of a house, a house you recognise as belonging to toman's president, Sano Manjiro. Chifuyu grabs you and practically runs to the front door, frantically banging on it and shouting that he's under attack. The door slowly creaks open, revealing Mikey standing there thoughtfully chewing on a taiyaki. He quickly swallows the taiyaki and simply asks "who?"

Izana chooses this exact moment to show up, causing Chifuyu to grab your hand and pull you behind Mikey. Narrowing his eyebrows, Izana tells Mikey to step aside. Instead Mikey just stares at Izana and refuses to move, the tension in the air grows thicker as the two brother's stare each other down with Kakucho and Chifuyu also glaring at each other. You step forward to get between them when suddenly you're all interrupted.

"Oi oi if it ain't the toman babies, we're here to take you guys down!"

A horrible time for a rival gang to attack.

Mikey and Izana quickly nod between them, coming to the agreement to take these guys out first, then they can deal with your situation.

"Step back"

Those are the only words Izana says to you before everything turns to chaos. Izana, Mikey, Chifuyu and Kakucho attack the guys easily as you watch on. Really these guys were no match for them, even if there were more of them.

Frustrated at losing, one of the guys quickly turns his attention to you instead. If he can't physically beat toman then he'll just have to hurt them in other ways. Brandishing a switch blade, he runs at you. You yell for help as you notice the guy run at you and it's like time slows down for Izana. He's too far away from you to get there in time, all he can do is run, knowing that he won't make it and that his baby sister is about to get stabbed.

You throw your arms up to try and protect yourself but the blade never even touches you. Hesitantly opening your eyes, you find yourself glancing into turquoise ones.

"Are you hurt?"

Chifuyu had managed to tackle the guy and knock him out before he could get to you. He had saved you, again. You shake your head and tightly hug him, thanking him for everything.

"Maybe you're not so bad after all"

Glancing up, the two of you are surprised to find Izana holding out his hand for Chifuyu to shake. Chifuyu hesitantly clutches Izana's hand, wincing as Izana tightens his grip.

"But if you ever hurt my sister you're dead"

Quickly nodding, Chifuyu agrees. You know he'd never hurt you anyway. Smiling at your brother and your boyfriend, you know that life will be easier now that you can finally stop hiding.

Meanwhile

Mikey frowns as he notices everyone else talking while he's still fighting this gang. You all definitely owe him a taiyaki for this.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #chifuyu matsuno #izana kurokawa #chifuyu x reader #tokyo revengers spoilers

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kydrogendragon · 8 months ago

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"I simply said I believed he was lonely. And that was the reason for the games he had played with me back in Port Townsend," Edwin says, sitting with one leg resting on the knee of his other.

It's late in the New Inn and Hob just finished cleaning up the lobby. The Dead Boy Detective group—or as Hob joked, the Scooby Gang—have taken up a near permanent residence here now, given that Hob doesn't mind their presence and lets Crystal stay with them rent-free. In return, she helps out with designing the chalkboard ads he keeps outside the inn.

"And how'd his royal highness take that?" Charles laughs.

"Quite well, actually," Edwin replies. "I do believe we parted on good terms, given everything that happened. He gifted me that lily and parted amicably."

"Huh, weird. Figured he'd be the kind to get grumpy about being called lonely," Crystal says, circling the rim of the glass in front of her with her finger.

"Oooh, maybe he really is lonely and by you saying that, and him giving you that flower, that was his shy way of agreeing with you and wishing you would stay so he could be un-lonely!" Niko chimes.

"You do remember him, right? Same Cat King? That man does nothing shyly. Man? Cat? Whatever." Crystal says.

"Well, I think it's romantic," Niko replies. She whips her head back to Edwin, clapping her hands together. "You should have said you were lonely too, Edwin! Then it would have been the perfect moment to lean in for a kiss cause you both could be lonely together!"

Edwin clears his throat. "Well. I did, perhaps, say something along those lines, but I assure you there was no kissing nor being 'lonely together'."

"Yo Gad-man? Everything alright there? You look like you've seen a ghost," Charles says with a smirk. Hob realizes, in that moment, he's stopped stacking chairs half-way. His mind, lost both in the kid's conversation but also playing his meeting from 1889 on loop.

It's not often, he imagines, that one calls a supernatural being lonely, with the intent of telling them you're lonely as well, but clearly it went much better for Edwin than it had Hob. He's trying not to feel jealous over it. It's an irrational emotion. And it was clearly a different situation to him and Dream.

But still.

He shakes his head and stacks the chair back on the table, where it should have been minutes ago. "Fine, fine! Just running low on steam. Long week."

The kids shrug and return to their conversation, drifting away from the Cat King and onto their latest mystery. Hob retreats to the back and sighs. He never did get to explain himself properly to Dream, who also happens to be a king. What is with this weird amount of similarities? Maybe that's just guaranteed to happen if you live so long. Regardless, they never did talk much of that meeting. Or much of before, honestly. Hob wonders if Dream even knew what he had been trying to say back then. It certainly wasn't to accuse him of being lonely or to somehow gloat that Hob wasn't. Because he was. He was lonely, too.

Now, unlike Edwin's story, he'd have loved if his conversation had ended with that kiss like Niko said. Course that would never happen but he would have taken a smile. Or parting amicably. Literally anything else than storming out into the rain.

Hob rests his head against the cool metal of the fridge and sighs. Maybe one day he can try and redo that day with Dream, though he'll probably make the man swear he won't storm out again first.

#dead boy detectives #the sandman #dbd #hob gadling #dreamling #vaguely #ky writes #i just find the parallels between Edwin and the Cat King and Hob and Dream's convos hilariously similar

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So I really like hanma and I was wondering if I can make this request. So say takemichi and his friends are hanging out and they bring mini michi (kid reader) but the thing is mini michi is trying to hard to keep up but unfortunately it’s starts to get crowded and he’s lost until he bumps into this tall man who at first is scared and is picked up by hanma who immediately figures out that he’s michi younger brother so he decides to take mini michi on a little adventure meanwhile takemichi and his friends are panicking and looking all over for him

(Name) quietly huffed as he tried catching up with his brother and his group of friends. But unfortunately he was a toddler and couldn't move as fast as he wanted. (Name) tried getting their attention, but ultimately failed. He then noticed he accidentally lost a shoe.

As he looked around for the shoe he had accidentally bumped into someone. As he looked up at the male the first thing he noticed was how tall the male was. It kinda scared it. It then only got worse as the male bent down and smiled widely at him. Which only scared him more. So (Name) did the only thing he knew to do. Cry.

Hanma jumped at the wail let out from the child. Not expecting the toddler to burst into tears. Hanma started to panic. So he did what he thought was the right thing to do. Hanma quickly picked him up, trying to calm him. Only for the wail to turn into a scream. Hanma quickly started bouncing the toddler.

(Name) confused slowly stopped crying and stared at the stranger confused. Hanma sighed glad the wailing stopped. Although, why does this kid look so familiar? There was a few people he knew with black hair, but those blue eyes? Only one person he knew had eyes like that. Hanagaki Takemichi. Hanma slowly smirked.

"I think I'll keep you. Maybe turn you into a Mini Shuji instead of a Mini Takemichi." (Name) was confused then noticed the tattoos on the stranger's hands. Hanma watched the boy's eyes light up. Confused he followed the kids eyes. Upon seeing his tattooed hand, Hanma moved it. Watching the toddler follow the movement.

Oh. This is definitely gonna be entertaining. Hanma smirked wider.

Back with Takemichi and the gang, they were weaving between people. Trying to stay together. None of them noticing the missing member of the said group. They finally made it to their destination. (Name)'s favorite Càfe. Takemichi smiled and turned towards the group.

"(Name) we made it!" The others turned. Looking for the toddler. Unfortunately, he wasn't anywhere to be found. "(NAME)?!" Of course Takemichi immediately panics, which made his friends panic. The middle schoolars quickly looked around, checking to see if the toddler was hiding. He wasn't.

"Takamichi he isn’t here! Who last saw him?!" Akkun took charge. Asking the others when they last saw the tot not getting good answers. "None of you watched out for him?! Makoto he was literally holding your hand!" Said male panicked trying to explain his side. But the others didn't care. "How could we lose him!?"

Yamagishi thought for a moment. "Hey! Why don't we retrace our steps? Maybe we can find him that way?" Takemichi pushed them away and immediately took off towards the way they came. Yelling his brothers name as he went.

As Hanma walked holding (Name), whose (Name) he had learned. Seeing his clothes had his name written in the inside of his shirt collar. As Hanma walked he started talking to the tot. Well more like acknowledging his babbling. Since he couldn't exactly talk well yet. Hanma nodded and saying yes or no every once and a while.

But was interrupted by a punch being thrown towards the lanky male. Usually Hanma would block the punch, but since there was a high chance (Name) would be injured. Hanma stepped back and held (Name) closer. Behind the now fallen male, was a semi-large group. Hanma groaned silently. Enemy Gang.

He'd usually be glad to get into a fight. But he didn't want (Name) getting hurt at the moment. Hanma kicked the laying male towards the group and sent them a silent glare. Warning them to try and attack him again. They ignored him of course. Another person trying to throw a punch. Hanma moved, but didn't expect the guy to try and grab the toddler he was holding.

Hanma's eyes widened then hardened. Hanma moved (Name) to his other arm. Punching the other guy quickly. (Name) whined and hid his face into Hanma's neck. Hanma's glare hardened. They had scared his new baby brother. They're goners.

Hanma as quick as he could he finished the gang. Making sure (Name) was safe and hiding his eyes. Before continuing the fight. Switching (Name) to the other arm when needed. But before throwing another punch or kick, he made sure (Name)'s face was hidden. He didn't want to traumatize the poor boy. He was too young and innocent for this.

After knocking the last guy out, Hanma let out a long sigh. He glaced down at (Name) who was still crying. His heart broke. He carefully rubbed (Name)'s back and started humming softly. Slowly calming the upset toddler. After soothing (Name), Hanma decided to settle down and get some lunch. So he carried (Name) to his favorite Càfe.

Takemichi laid his head on the table crying. They'd gone back as far as his house and (Name) was nowhere to be seen. Takemichi was ready to call the police at this point! He's looked everywhere he could think (Name) could go. Now he's at some random Càfe trying to get the courage to call not only his parents, but the police and tell them he lost his 2 year old brother. In Tokyo of all places.

He can already see how this plays out. His parents will call him irresponsible and ground him until he goes to college. His friends were trying to console him. Tell him he wasn't alone. They were supposed to be helping him watch (Name). They technically all failed at watching the todder today. So if one gets in trouble, they all will be in trouble.

Luckily before he actually had to call his parents. He heard a familiar laughter. He quickly looked around and noticed a somewhat familiar toddler with a very familiar lanky teen. Takemichi could feel the color drain from his face at the sight of his brother.

(Name)'s once pure black hair had been bleached in the front. Along with on his hands Sin and Punishment was written in Kanji on his hands. Takemichi could feel his sweat just pooring off him. His two year old brother looked almost exactly like Hanma. Takemichi quickly made his way over. His friend scrambling behind him.

Once he made it to the booth the two was at, Takemichi tried to grab (Name). Only for the toddler to cry and cling onto the taller teen. Hanma scowled and slapped Takemichi's hands away. "Oi hands off blondie. (Name)'s my brother now." Takemichi froze. (Name) didn't even turn to him. Only clung to Hanma.

Hanma rubbed (Name)'s back soothing the toddler. Ignoring the gaping expression of the other guys surrounding them. (Name) yawned and rubbed his eyes and slowly fell asl÷ep on Hanma. Takemichi was absolutely stunned. (Name) only did that for their mother. "How did you?" Hanma smirked. "Maybe I know my brother better~" Hanma kissed (Name)'s forehea

"Checkmate blondie~"

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #hanma shuji x male reader #hanma x male reader #hanma shuji #hanma #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x male reader #toddler male reader #tokyo revengers x toddler male reader #hanma shuji x toddler male reader

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