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hopesangelsprite · 1 month ago

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Hii thereeee

can we get a part 2 of Vamp!Illumi?? cuz i really REALLY want to know what happens next🙏🙏🙏🙏

But of course, I'm always happy to answer requests from my lovely readers 😁!! Hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: Vampire!Illumi x Vampire!Reader

Summary: Illumi expects his newly turned mate to struggle with adjusting to life as an immortal only to find that she maybe more acquainted with immortality than he is.

Warnings: Mentions of bl00d/death, language

Viewer discretion is advised.

The moon shines brightly on the dimly lit manor, casting long shadows across it's empty halls. Underneath those silvery rays of moonlight, Illumi sits as he watches your unconscious body lie. He doesn't regret his choice to turn you as he watches you breathe your last, sleep for the last time. Even in death he finds you beautiful, alluring like the moonlight.

He leans further into the armchair placed not too far from your bedside and allows his mind to drift. He considers many things; how you'll adjust to the hunger, the heightened senses... and of course the bloodlust. At that particular thought, Illumi glances toward the corpse he's placed near the foot of the bed; the body's still war and he hopes you'll wake soon enough to enjoy that luxury.

Just as he prepares to let his mind slip away again, Illumi hears your heart stops, and your limbs begin to rustle beneath the covers. Seconds pass before your lashes slowly flutter open, eyes no longer bearing color. Instead, your eyes are black, the onyx contrasting starkly against the bright white of your sclerae. He watches as you pull yourself into a sitting position, eyebrows knitting in confusion. "Well, well. You're finally awake.", he whispers so as not to startle you too badly, "I was afraid you'd pull through.".

Illumi studies your expression as you head snaps to face him, briefly allowing him to catch a glimmer of fear in your eyes as you regain your premortem memories. "You.", you speak before cringing at the volume of your own voice, "You did this to me? Made me like you?". Your eyes try and search his as he nods in confirmation. He, too, tries to predict your reaction as you let the weight of your eternity settle in. Will you scream, curse him for cursing you? Will you try and hold onto a sliver of denial or try and kill him like his prior, unsuccessful playmates?

Instead, he watches you nod slowly back at him, eyes lighting with mischief and a twisted version of excitement. "And I suppose... that's for me?", you ask while pointing to the corpse at your feet. Illumi stands, taking languid strides toward you and grasps your chin between his fingers. He considers you for a long time, wonders if shock is leading you accept your fate so quickly, if the hunger is already eating away at your cognitive functions. Still, he nods again and pulls the body closer to you. He watches as you take the now lukewarm wrist into your hands, lips parting as they hover over the artery that had once been responsible for a steady supply of blood in its arm. He watches as your fangs protrude and tear at the skin, their fresh white now stained as you take your first drink.

It doesn't take long for you to drain the body of its supply, a low moan of satisfaction rumbling in your chest at the lingering taste of iron on your tongue when your fangs retract. Illumi raises his hand to your cheek, swiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of your lips only for you take his thumb into your mouth with a tilt of your head. "Satisfied, pretty girl?", he hums while fighting the urge to give in to the voices urging him to ruin you again, "There's plenty where that came from.". You release his thumb with a pop and a giggle, kissing his wrist and drawing him closer as adrenaline and lust fill you; now that you're like him, you can take him the way you'd struggled with before. "And if it's not blood that'll satisfy me?", you press as your hand slides up his chest to rest on the pillar of his neck, "Is there plenty of you to satiate this hunger you've caused?".

"More than enough.", he begins to answer, "But first, we'll have to get you adjusted-". Before he can finish his sentence, Illumi finds himself flat on his back and flush with the plush mattress, empty eyes blinking slowly as he feels you straddle him. "Well, that's all I needed to hear.", you purr as you pull him into a heated kiss. As his lips move against yours, he realizes what'd happened. For the first time in a long time, Illumi had been stunned; For the first time in his life, Illumi had been bested.

Illumi's cock stiffens at the thought, kisses becoming more fervent as the two of you began to fight for dominance. A low groan escapes him as you grind your hips against growing erection and pin him with the intent of keeping him there. You part for air neither of you need, eyes dark with tension and desire. "You've no idea what you've gotten yourself into.", you tease as you begin undoing the button of his shirt. A dark chuckle escapes him as he watches you undo the last button. In flash of silk and inky tresses, he's got you pinned beneath him, ass pressed against the bulge you'd been so arrogantly grinding on earlier. "And neither do you.", he purrs into your skin as he watches you struggle against him.

You may be right, but Illumi knows he'll have a damn good time finding out for sure.

#anime #fanfic #hunter x hunter #illumi zoldyck #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi x reader #lemon #vampire fiction #vampire au #anime vampire #halloween #halloween fic

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demonslayedher · 1 year ago

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Karaoke Headcanons: Pillars, Kamaboko, Demons, and more

This all started when Kagaya felt the need to go out and do something with his family. (Actually, it all started with doing Tumblr polls about which Pillars would be the best and worst singers.)This was odd, as the Ubuyashiki family is not in the habit of family outings. The children were all cautiously excited to go to an arcade or something, but Kagaya is old-fashioned so he took them all out to karaoke. (Taisho Secret: Karaoke did not exist in the Taisho period. let me have my fun. These are entirely my own silly headcanons.) The children were shy at first because they aren't good at letting loose, but once their father smilingly encouraged them to have fun, they got really into singing TV theme songs, which quickly devolved into them acting out scenes from Power Rangers. Amane can only sing very classic, droning enka. Really deep enka. Kagaya tells them they all did a wonderful job, and then he sings some simple 1970s love ballads and the energy all falls away because the rest of the family is so relaxed hearing his voice. It was a refreshing outing, so Kagaya decides to cut the next Pillar meeting short to send all the Pillars out for karaoke together.

A few of the Pillars are grumpy about this but will not say no to a request from Kagaya. Himejima would really rather go home and sleep. When Sanemi starts to complain that he's too busy for this, Shinobu guilts him into staying but saying how he can't imagine him being so busy with only training if he's not also making poison and running a hospital. Iguro stays in the corner happy to watch Mitsuri when she's in the spotlight, but since he's in the corner and she's staying at the other side of the room to have easy access to the door to go back for more soft drinks at the free drink far, he's frustrated by seeing her more easily talk to Giyuu, who is sitting by the door because he was the last one in. Uzui has a set way of doing karaoke. Certain songs he must always sing or it didn't count as a karaoke session. He insists his warm-up songs don't count as turns. There are songs he hates other people singing with him even though they are ones people usually belt out together, but he gets angry when people don't provide the chorus voices like the "DA-DA-DAT-DA" parts of "Zankyosanka." He makes a bunch of weird adjustments to the volume and pitch settings and just leaves it like that so anyone going after him always has to readjust everything. He and his wives go out to karaoke together a lot and they have a wide repertoire of songs they do together and in different pairings and trios, but in any other group, he does not care about anyone else having fun. He's kind of a pain in the ass to have around in a big group. That said, Giyuu really likes watching and listening to Uzui perform.

Shinobu gives the impression of being a very skilled singer, but that's because she doesn't overdo it and she only sings songs that are within her range and suit her voice well, like "From The Edge." She has sometimes done karaoke by herself to try out new songs she likes, but she is quick to determine when they are out of her skill set. She doesn't push and shove for her turns, and she does take some satisfaction in colleagues complimenting her singing voice. Mitsuri and Rengoku are very enthusiastic in their praise, Muichiro comments in full sincerity that it was nice (but also, he doesn't remember what the point of all this was), and Uzui, who can spot all her restrained methods just by listening, begrudgingly admits she has nice pitch.

Mitsuri knows a lot of popular songs. She's a nice person to have in a karaoke group because she makes an effort to include people by picking songs everyone will enjoy or that a lot of people can sing together. She does not have a wide range of pitch, but she's very good at singing a lot of different kinds of songs in her own pitch. "Koi Kogare" is her favorite lately. Because she is in a position to move around the front of the room easily, she is usually quick to zoom in when Uzui is done singing to change the settings back to volumes and pitches that are more normal for anyone else. Shinobu and Mitsuri have a bit of a bet going on Giyuu. Shinobu suspects he is either a surprisingly good singer, or a really bad one. It's just a matter of picking the right song for him to test him out, as he is not reaching for the controls to put in anything for himself. Shinobu finally pokes him into trying "Gurenge" because "everyone knows Gurenge," so he relents, because he has heard it and sung along here and there. He's always liked that song because it played a lot in a diner where he likes to eat simmered salmon and daikon. Thing is, Gurenge is not an easy song. Everyone is shocked by how terrible he is on the first few lines, and Mitsuri is very disappointed because she had really high hopes for him to be a good singer. Giyuu can't hear quite how bad his pitch was at first, but after a few lines, he finds the right pitch. He's downright not bad after that, though he was flat here and there and had trouble hitting the high notes. Because Muichiro doesn't know what to sing, Mitsuri has been trying to help him find something he knows, and just when she thinks it might be hopeless, he says "Kizuna no Kiseki" seems familiar. Yes, he's heard that song somewhere. He knows it. Maybe. Mitsuri is thrilled, and because she knows it too, she says she'll back him up on it. Everyone cheers, and Muichiro does know the first few lines! He knows them really well, actually, and his pitch is pretty okay, and still childlike! But... but then he doesn't sing some of his lines, or he'll just sing a few words here and there... at... random... as they come back to him... Shinobu tries to help by pointing out that the lyrics are on the screen, so he doesn't have to have it memorized, but little by little he just zones out and Mitsuri is stuck singing it all herself, increasingly disappointed and embarrassed, because it feels like she's hogging the mic now. No one minds (except Uzui, who feels they should had just ended the song early if Muichiro didn't know it after all). Himejima is not unwilling to sing, but the problem is that his tastes are not popular enough to be in the sound bank. He hogged the controls for a long time, searching (with Sanemi's help) for anything he likes or at least knows enough to sing. He starts getting more and more frustrated, because there are songs he really does know very well as he does have a deep appreciation for music. Mitsuri suggests they just turn the system volume down as low as they can and let him sing something a cappella. He smiles and then drones on with something akin to Gregorian chant. Uzui is as patient as he can be but then he insists that they're running out of karaoke time by letting Himejima do something that is not karaoke (also, he can tell Himejima has a very long song in mind). Himejima is somewhat miffed. His singing isn't bad, but he knows he'd show them a much better performance if he had his shakuhachi.

Iguro, in the corner, has been hoping no one has noticed him not singing. But he's also kind of indignant that no one has noticed.

Sanemi has brushed off attempts to get him to sing, which makes Shinobu suspect that he is either a very good or a very bad singer. Rather than get him to sing, she instead engages him in conversation to try to fish out of him what songs he likes. She suspects he likes a lot of songs that have gotten popular for being tearjerkers, and she suspects he sings them with full sincerity, if he ever happens to sing along. But maybe he just listens. He also seems to like rap, and he starts to perk up like maybe he'd be willing to perform some, but Shinobu would prefer not to listen to rap so she finds some reason to disengage from the conversation.

Rengoku has been very enthusiastically cheering everyone on, including banging tambourines with no sense of rhythm (Uzui has forbidden him to touch them during his songs). He admits he's not much of a singer and doesn't have much of an ear for pitch, but there are a few songs he knows well enough to try. Everyone of course encourages him to go for it, as it will probably be a good laugh for everyone, including Rengoku, but then he starts looking up "Homura."

It's one that he has heard a lot because his mother liked it, he explains. Sanemi is nodding along, saying it's a good song, and Shinobu suspects it might be one of Sanemi's favorites. Rengoku apologizes, saying he'll probably butcher it, and he can never find the right pitch at first, and Sanemi nods, saying how it's hard to find the pitch until the song gets going. Shinobu is so sure now.

Rengoku takes the mic, and everyone is ready for some terrible noise they can laugh about for ages to come, but then Rengoku sings. "Sayonara... arigato... koe no kagiri..." It's so low that he's hard to hear unless everyone is quiet. It's a rich timbre, but quiet like a prayer whispered into the mic.

"Kanashimi yori motto... daiji na koto..." The next couple lines go on in the same fashion. With his eyes closed, Rengoku is fully focused on the song, with no idea about the wonder with which everyone else is captivated.

As the song picks up, though, Rengoku has found his pitch.

"KONO! MAMA! TSU-DU-KU TO OMO!TTEITA!!!"

"No!! No, damn it, Rengoku, you almost had it!" Uzui shouts with his hands over his ears. Sanemi is nearly as upset. "Belting it isn't singing it, man!! Tone it down!!"

"YOBIAAA-TEI---What do you mean, Shinazugawa?"

"Yes, show him what you mean," Shinobu insists and sticks the other mic in Sanemi's hands. With people cheering (it started with Iguro, who was taking some pleasure in seeing Sanemi put on the spot, and then others joined in), Sanemi, beet red, has no choice but to take over just in time to find his pitch for the chorus.

And he's really not bad. Everyone cheers more, especially Mitsuri. Rengoku has totally forgotten about singing and stands there next to Sanemi, stating into the mic how good Sanemi is at this.

Little by little, though, Sanemi gets too into it. He starts pushing the emotional side of it, going past the better reaches of his pitch, and then by the "o-whoa-o-o" part he has lost himself to singing by emotion rather than better judgement. Everyone's kind of over it, and Rengoku, who is still holding the mic, finally joins him in butchering the last part. They don't have much time left when Mitsuri finally notices that Iguro never had a turn. He says that's fine, he prefers just watching, but now that Sanemi had his turn to be put on the spot, he's not letting Iguro get off easy. Mitsuri squeezes her way over to that side of the room to sit close to Iguro and go through the song bank with him. This is both wonderful and awful; he does not want to sing (especially because he won't sing well with bandages on his face, and even if he takes them off... well, still not likely to sing well), but if Mitsuri offers to sing with him----oh, if she sings with him, then maybe it's ok if his voice just fades out and she takes over! He tells her he can only sing something soft. She thinks that is so-o-o-o-o cute and sweet, so when he tells her to pick something out, she picks the sweetest song she can think of: "Kamado Tanjiro no Uta."

She pushes him to the front and is so flushed and excited to watch him that the thought doesn't even occur to her to stand up and join him. She just stares with a big expectant smile and glimmering eyes. And then Iguro suffers, through a long, repetitive song about someone he hates.

Everyone else suffers too, because his voice is muffled, low, clearly unpracticed, and unsuited for the high notes. Everyone just kind of sits around politely and awkwardly. During the flute solos, Himejima really, really wishes he had his shakuhachi. Muichiro audibly asks why Iguro doesn't just stop, but that brings out Iguro's stubborn side and he sings all the way to end, just glaring around the room for the instrumental parts. Mitsuri apologizes later for bullying him into singing it because it clearly made him very uncomfortable to sing in front of people, and he insists that there is nothing to apologize for, for she was just making sure he had fun too. She asks if he means that, and he insists, yes, he loves that song. He insists and will deck anybody who suggests otherwise.

With that, the Pillars have run out of time. Uzui used most of it.

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So then there comes another day when Tanjiro and friends have finished a mission up easily, and since they are all doing fine with no injuries, there is no need to rush back to the Butterfly Mansion. Why rush just to make Nezuko have to stay in the shadows? No, suggests Zenitsu, they should go somewhere that is already save from sunlight in the daytime so she can have fun with everyone. They should go to karaoke!

Actually, Zenitsu has been practicing romantic ballads for her, but the only way he can get her there is to pretend it's a group thing. Zenitsu tries to make it seem like that at first, giving other a chance to sing. He puts on Gurenge, because everyone knows Gurenge, right? He looks to Tanjiro, who happily assures him that he knows Gurenge, and he really likes that song. Good, good, so Tanjiro can take a turn first, and he gives him one mic, and then they might as well keep Inosuke busy right away so he doesn't get impatient, so he gives the other mic to Inosuke. He turns around to make some volume and pitch adjustments on the sound system, but then he hears the most HORRID NOISE. After the initial shock he looks back around to see Tanjiro "singing" and Inosuke trying to eat the mic.

No! No, no, no, bad, Zenitsu scolds him and takes the mic. He quickly exchanges it for a new one. Since they just got there he tells the staff it was broken in the first place, but he Thunderclap and Flashes his way back to the room before the staff can ask why it's all wet.

When Zenitsu returns he finds Tanjiro still "singing." He gives the new mic to Kanao, and she does nothing with it. Zenitsu awkwardly tells her she can jump in whenever she wants to and he'll just tell Tanjiro to shut up. She's probably got a good singing voice, after all.

Kanao pulls out her coin. She flips it. She looks at the result, puts the coin, and then continues holding the mic and otherwise doing nothing.

Zenitsu isn't sure how else he's supposed to engage with Kanao, so he leaves her be and snags the mic out of Tanjiro's hands to insist he gives someone else a turn (and give everyone's ears a break). Zenitsu, being a good host (or at least look like one), he offers the mic to Genya and smiles and says it's his turn.

Genya, arms folded, scowls at him and says he's not singing and this is stupid.

Zenitsu isn't sure how else he's supposed to engage with Genya either, so backs away. Gurenge winds down to a close with no one singing it anymore. But oh, would you look at that! It's a super romantic song coming up next, and it happens to be Zenitsu's turn! He picked this song out especially for Nezuko--a duet will have to wait for someday when she doesn't need to wear the bamboo, of course, but in the meantime, he shall serenade her--

Tanjiro apologizes, because Nezuko is fast asleep. But Tanjiro is happy to sing with Zenitsu.

Inosuke, meanwhile, has discovered the free drink bar. The gang is promptly kicked out and banned from that karaoke chain.

The Lower Moons aren't invited to the karaoke party, but Mukago works at a karaoke place (not all demons can find work as oiran, after all). Kyogai tries to come sometimes but she always lies to him that all the rooms are full. Enmu works there too, and he spends all his time with his ear pressed to the door and wishing he could be invited in to sing too.

Muzan is in the biggest, snazziest party room with the Upper Moons. He sings a few very classy oldies here and there, but of course only ones that make him sound really good. Douma insists that he should sing Michael Jackson, but Muzan only glares at him for trying to tell him what to do. (Plus, he's touchy about anyone accusing him of stealing the look.)

Kokushibo sings whatever old folk songs are in the song bank, but he is overly serious about songs which now feel dated or just for children. His performance is really dry and monotone, but no one can complain. Muzan can, but he chooses not to because Kokushibo is a good subordinate.

Since Muzan isn't going to, Douma sings Michael Jackson songs on every turn he gets. Hantengu is really nervous about how Muzan looks more and more annoyed about it, but Gyokko is swept up enough that he duets with Douma on some of them. Douma recreates a Vine by banging on Gyokko's vase while singing the "Annie are you ok" line.

They have ordered tons of food for their party. Since they have a Lower Moon working there, the food is of course all freshly chopped up humans. Akaza sneers at it and doesn't want to be there. Douma is bugging him to sing, and he barks at him to back off, but when Kokushibo gets on his case about not disappointing their master, Akaza relents. He puts on Linkin Park. If he was alone, he'd sing "Homura" instead.

Hantengu has a nervous breakdown when it's his turn to entertain Muzan, so he falls apart into four pieces. They all start arguing about what to sing, but Sekido sees Muzan is getting impatient and he gets them all in line to start singing Backstreet Boys. Karaku complains that N*Sync is better.

Gyokko doesn't get a turn to pick a song. No one gives him one. He's stuck just singing backup for Douma, or being used as percussion.

Daki is a very frequent karaoke goer. She's got a very wide repertoire. As soon as she's in the room, she logs into the system with an avatar decked out in fancy accessories, and she competes in all the national singing contests. She gets very frustrated by the singers out there who consistently outscore her, and sometimes, Gyutaro has tracked those people down and killed them. Gyutaro likes the lyrics of "Asa ga Kuru" and wishes he could sing that for Daki someday, but clearly that will never happen so he keeps that wish to himself. He does not sing, and no one ever pushes him to sing because they don't want to hear it anyway. He's happiest seeing Daki rock it instead.

Nakime is there too because she's cooler than Enmu, who is still waiting outside the door and lip-syncing to everything. Nakime, however, is not singing. She's just there to judge everyone.

At some point, Douma did something right by putting on Bohemian Rhapsody. Everybody's into it; partway through they even make Zouhakuten take on the role of the poor boy, though he sings it in a pretty hateful tone.

Muzan eventually gets sick of it before the song is done, and he trashes the place, and he leaves. Mukago is stuck cleaning everything up by herself because Enmu is no help. The end.

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Meanwhile, Murata does a lot of hitori-karaoke (karaoke by himself). The Kakushi sometimes have pretty normal karaoke outings. Yushiro would be more than willing to go if Tamayo ever showed any drop of interest, but she does not. There are one or two Wisteria houses with karaoke rooms. Taisho Secret: Karaoke did not exist in the Taisho period.

#headcanons? Nah #this turned into #my fics #kny silliness

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chaikachi · 1 year ago

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I think its interesting how Ruby now truly realizes she should open up to her friends

whereas Oscar feels being himself doesn't matter when in actuality him expressing his true feelings gives himself more freedom than Ruby had in most of Volume 9

They make me feral, anon, you have no idea.

Like yeah, first, we have Ruby who's spent 9 volumes putting every single person in her life - even strangers - above herself and her needs, only to realize that if she continues on that path, it will destroy her.

So she chooses herself after facing a situation that is extremely familiar to what Oscar has been dealing with since the beginning. The ascension vs. merge parallels are so freaking loud it's not even funny.

Ruby: What are these lights? Blacksmith: The souls that are moving on to... whoever they become next. Ruby: ...do they choose what their next life will be like? Blacksmith: Such concern for souls you don't know. Or... is it for yourself?

"Such concern for souls you don't know" says the blacksmith as green souls pass her by.

And on the flip side, we have Oscar who couldn't understand why Ruby wouldn't express her true feelings back in the dojo scene. Why she wouldn't acknowledge them, and (sorta) his too by extension of that. Had to push her to actually be honest about them for a moment.

But he's spent all these months watching and learning from her and while no, he doesn't agree she should be bottling all of it up, he also is learning there are still benefits to picking when and where you show those kinds of feelings. I think him merging more with Oz has also contributed to this adjusted behaviour though: For starters, Ruby and Oz are a lot more alike than folks realize with them both having that reflexive repression for the sake of being a good leader thing going on. Which is rubbing off on Oscar by virtue of the merge.

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And second, Oscar keeps freaking isolating himself from the group because of Oz's return!!! Which in and of itself is repression of how he truly feels.

JOIN THE GROUP CUDDLE, DUMBASS (affectionate) He thinks he can only fit in the team if he gets to be himself, and doesn't feel like himself when Oz is there. Doesn't realize that they all care about *him* or just *how much* they care.

Look at this. Someone please tell Oscar how loved he is I can't take it anymore. 😭😭😭😭 I'm rambling at this point but I am so excited to see how the RG dynamic will be in light of all these changes. The sweet angst of Ruby feeling like Oscar doesn't open up to her anymore? How awestruck that boy is going to be seeing Ruby actually put herself first and be selfish for once? I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT.

#idk if i should be tagging this as things like #rwby #rosegarden #ruby rose #oscar pine #but here we are #asks #ask #anon #anono #chainalysis

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spoofymcgee · 9 months ago

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yeah baby!

i have watched the tsuranga conundrum and it is SO good!

the bit of banter at the beginning to let us know they've been traveling together for a while and give a longer measure of time to the series!

the doctor freaking out about losing the TARDIS because that's her ship, that's her home, someone's going to take her, she can't lose anything else–

the way astsos grabs her and tells her she's being selfish and she pauses and realizes that he's right, that there are people who need help and if she is the doctor she will help them first and worry about herself later.

everything about astos, actually.

she doesn't like being told what to do.

the way the doctor actually gets to be injured, and she moves through it because she's used to it, she's done it before and will do it again but the way it's so visible in her body language and voice and it lasts and isn't played off in a second and ignored.

i kept worrying they were going to play yoss off for a joke, and expecting graham to be an asshole about it (i don't know why, he's beating all the allegations, he is a lovely middle aged man with useful life skills who is cool and hip with the times and is just trying to do his best by his teenage step-grandson) but it actually ended up being really sweet and the funny bits were actually funny and not haha thinly-veiled transphobia

speaking of graham just look at him. he's just a guy. i love him.

AND

THE DOCTOR

aaaaaaaa look i know it takes a bit to adjust to a new doctor, and i. hated ten. when i started season two. i did not like him. but i thought eleven was excellent in his first episode, and i'd known twelve already and got so excited to see him, so it took me a minute to get used to thirteen.

even accounting for that, it feels like the first four episodes were still adjusting to jodie whittaker as the doctor. some of the dialogue was a little awkward, and there were really good moments (tea at yaz's! the showdown moment in rosa!) but generally it just felt a little clunky and out of rhythm.

and in this episode! it! clicked!

i've decided i would die for thirteen, actually.

how she meets the general and goes so hard on being a fan, 'oh no doctor is a very common name! i'm not important! ...i think it was more like a volume, not a chapter'.

the way she's so determined to do this, to save everyone, and she doesn't know how yet but she's going to.

the particle accelerator speech. god, this bit. i rewatched it four times. she's just. something about the doctor talking about 'old' technology with a hushed awe and appreciation, talking about science like it's poetry, loving the basic facts of how the universe operates, is just. god.

and especially the ending, how she figures out a way to save them and make the p'ting happy. there was a little bit of it with the big spider, but she moved on very quickly there. here, it's just a side moment, barely even mentioned, but even just the comment about how it isn't trying to hurt anyone, just feed itself–

i love this show.

#thirteenth doctor #graham sinclair #astos #the tsuranga conundrum #doctor who #yes i've watched half the season today #sue me

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cosmicjoke · 11 months ago

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I hope you don't mind me sending another ask! Haha. I just love reading your thoughts :) No pressure to answer everything I send

What do you wish we had gotten more of in AoT?

Could be related to Levi, but could also be more generally related to other characters and/or world-building as well.

Personally, I wish we had gotten more Levi and Mikasa interactions, as well as more Ackerman lore in general and more about the Underground and Levi's childhood (super excited for the Bad Boy volume). I would have also loved more character-focused chapters/episodes amidst all of the plot-driven chapters—like seeing how Hange and Levi grieved Erwin and the rest of the Scouts after reclaiming Wall Maria. It would have also been interesting to see some of the Levi and Zeke interactions during their month together in the forest

Hi again, and no worries at all about the asks! I like receiving them, truly.

I'm actually really satisfied with AoT. I know a lot of people always find one or two things that they didn't like, or that they complain about. Obviously, since it's such a plot heavy story, with a lot of overarching themes, there wasn't a lot of time for, as you said, "character" moments, or I guess what some might call filler episodes. Although I feel like we did get plenty of moments which told us a lot about who every character was. Isayama has a lot of subtlety in his writing, and I think you really have to pay attention to understand what's going on and what's being said. But it's also not ambiguous, really, if you do pay attention.

With that said, I would love to have seen more background on a lot of the different characters, for sure. I understand why it wasn't possible, though, again due to the complexity of the plot and the possibility of distracting from that by spending too much time delving into things like backstory, etc...

I've read some fantastic fanfic that really delves into what Levi's life was like when he first joined the Scouts, and I think that would have been really cool to get to see more how Levi adjusted to such a different life from what he'd known. People talk a lot too about wanting more background on Hange, and that would have been nice to get as well. Getting more background on Erwin too, or any of the more minor supporting cast, like Mike or Nanaba or Petra, etc.... I know a lot of people aren't happy with the way Historia's ending happened either. I think a lot of those complaints come from people expecting Eren to be the father of her child, and then being pissed when that didn't pan out, so they accuse her arc of being unfinished. But I think it felt pretty complete. What else were we supposed to find out about her?

I guess that's what fan fiction is for, though, haha. Getting to explore different scenarios and aspects which weren't covered in the actual story.

With that said, I feel like we're extremely lucky to be getting an extra story about Levi. One thing I would really have loved to see was more of everyone's lives after the war. But of course, that's post main canon, and the story could have gone on indefinitely if that were the case, haha. But I'm hoping we get to see a little of Levi's life with Gabi, Falco and Onyankopon, along with more on his childhood, obviously. Either way, I'm just grateful to be getting anything extra at all from Isayama. I don't understand people who are complaining about it. Like, damn, he doesn't owe any more content to us, but he's got an extra story he wants to tell about one of the most important characters in the whole thing, and people are STILL whining that it's not what they want. People are so ungrateful sometimes.

#attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #Levi Ackerman #Hange Zoe #Erwin Smith #Historia Reiss #Bad Boy

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annaphoenix1994 · 2 years ago

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Ch.78 - Happy Birthday, Baby - Part 1

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^ I'm sorry but this is exactly how I could picture Simon reacting to realizing that he accidentally used Kiera's breastmilk for his cereal instead of regular milk.

Kiera and Simon enjoy a TV show together; Simon accidentally uses the wrong milk for his cereal but secretly doesn't regret it.

Later the same day, Kiera awoke to an empty bed, hearing the low volume of the television from the living room. Sighing, she moved her sore body to sit on the edge of the bed and making her way to the bathroom to freshen up. Tying her hair into a loose bun, she brushed her teeth and adjusted a robe over her torso and realigned her shorts around her waist.

Entering the living room, Kiera smiled as she witnessed Simon sitting on the edge of the couch with Evie in his lap, chuckling at how the television intrigued the baby's curiosity while Jacob found pleasure in the little toys Simon had set up for him. "How'd you sleep?" He asked once taking notice of Kiera's presence.

"Better than I deserve," She chuckled, walking around the couch to take a seat next to him, admiring how he took care of their children. "You look like you slept good. You're glowing."

"You deserve good sleep, love. I feel a lot better. Working overnight messes with me, but it's worth it. I get time with them while you're sleeping."

She smiled, crossing her legs on the couch as she watched Jacob fumble with the toys that Simon had given him, finding admiration in the plush toy that made sounds. "Have they eaten yet?"

"I gave him a bottle when I got up. She refused the bottle when I went to feed her. Think she prefers you, love." He smirked.

"As much as I agree with you, I think I'll have to give them a bottle for a few days because my nipples are very tender." She frowned.

"I'm sorry," He frowned, bouncing his leg to keep Evie occupied as her gaze found its way to her mother, her tongue peering from between her lips, letting Kiera know with her gaze that she was getting hungry. "She refused the bottle with me. Maybe you can convince her."

She smiled, opening her arms as Simon gently handed Evie to her, leaning down to kiss Kiera's lips before he made his way to the kitchen. "I'm going to make some cereal. Want some?"

"You? Cereal? That's new," She giggled. "You sure you're feeling alright?"

"With watching you eat those Fruity Pebbles, they soon become appetizing." He chuckled.

She shrugged, "I can't blame you. They are good."

"Want me to make you a bowl?"

"I'll eat in a minute. I'm not very hungry right now, but thank you."

He nodded, moving to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of cereal and milk before returning to the couch with a warm bottle for Evie and one of Kiera's favorite snacks in his free hand, knowing that even though she stated she wasn't hungry, Simon knew she couldn't turn down a snack.

That and Simon would feel better knowing she ate something when he did.

"Awe, thank you, babe. You excited about what I've got planned for your birthday?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I can't lie and say that I'm not nervous," He chuckled. "I don't think I've ever celebrated my birthday before, so I don't know what to expect."

"I understand, but it'll be okay. You'll love it."

"Are you sure we can't just stay here and I can make a nice dinner for us?"

She knew he was trying to avoid a surprise, but with what Kiera had planned, there was no room for rescheduling. "Another time, babe, but there's no getting out of it now. We have to be at the restaurant by seven. I made reservations."

"Christ," He chuckled. "I'm going to be anxious all day."

"Eh, it's only a quarter past eleven. It'll come by quick. Mom and dad are going too."

"What about Teeter and Soap?"

"You can count on it." She smirked.

"So I'll be watching four kids tonight?" He teased.

"I have that handled. This is your day, babe."

He shook his head as he took another bite of his cereal, knowing Kiera had nothing but good intentions towards him just as he did for her, but he couldn't deny and say he was excited for what she had planned. He had never been eager about surprises and didn't think he ever could, but seeing the constant gleam in her eye regarding her excitement for him, he was eager to see that gleam more often.

And if that meant he had to be anxious about her surprises, he'd set his anxiety about it aside.

Taking another bite from his cereal, he licked his lips after swallowing as his eyes wandered back to the television, mentally blaming Soap for his current obsession with watching TLC, the show 90 Day Fiancé entertaining him as he was grateful Kiera wasn't anything like the toxic relationships that were portrayed in the show. "This guy's a prick," He commented, nodding his head towards the television. "Can't blame him though. She acts like a slag."

Kiera giggled from beside him, making a final attempt for Evie to accept the bottle before giving up and letting her latch to her breast, thankful that Evie took her time as she fed, Kiera holding back a painful sigh as her nipple was immensely sore. "You sound like me when I watch this show."

"Can't believe people actually do that," He shook his head, taking another bite from his cereal. "The lass is expecting him to buy her big things when she doesn't work yet gets mad when he refuses to buy her big things."

"Could you imagine if that's how we met?" She teased.

"Nothing against you, but if you acted like that when we met, I would've turned the other way. You won't even spend my money when I want you to." He chuckled.

"Because that's your money for you to spend."

"And I want to spend it on you," He shrugged. "Might as well let you have it so I don't mess up in the gift-giving department."

"You haven't failed at that, though." She giggled.

"Not yet, I haven't."

"Always doubting yourself, babe."

He smirked, loving how she could fight through her physical discomfort to still manage to bring a smile to his face.

He admired her.

And he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her.

"That slag just slapped him!" He pointed to the television in disbelief.

"He should slap her back." Kiera shrugged in agreement as she watched the television with him to distract herself from the soreness in her breast as Evie fed.

"He should. It goes both ways. Man shouldn't hit a woman and a woman shouldn't hit a man," He shrugged. "She slapped him for not giving her money and he just sits there like he's used to it. Run while you can, mate."

She laughed at how he reacted to the show, especially with how he was so invested in it.

"Just wait until they go shopping for wedding dresses-"

"You've already seen this episode?"

"Gotta do something when I'm waiting on you to come home," She giggled. "She fusses at him because he doesn't have twenty-thousand to pay for her wedding dress."

"That's ridiculous. He should've ran when she said that if he proposed with a cheap ring that she wouldn't marry him. The lass has probably twenty-thousand in those lip injections."

"You're probably right," She agreed with a laugh, her eyes sparkling as he laughed along with her. "The ring she wanted was a hundred thousand."

"Damn Russian slags."

"Sounds like you have tension with Russians." She giggled.

"You have no idea, love," He shook his head with a chuckle as he was one bite away from finishing his cereal. "Off topic, but this cereal tastes better with almond milk."

She furrowed her brows, "I don't have almond milk?"

He looked at her with a confused expression, "Two percent?"

"...No? I always get fat free. Does it taste different?"

"Yeah, tastes like almond milk." He chuckled.

"Where did you get it from?"

"From the clear plastic container that had a cow print on it?" He trailed off, his brows furrowed in confusion, watching her cover her mouth with her free hand to mask a laugh.

"Are you talking about the containers I got from Etsy to put my breastmilk in?"

"Your containers have cow prints on them?..."

"Yeah?" She smirked. "It also has a decal on it that says momma's organic breastmilk on it."

He felt immediate regret - feeling like he took away what she had been pumping for nearly a half-hour for, feeling ignorant for not investigating the container further instead of just assuming it was regular milk.

"I'm so sorry." He sighed, his thumb and index finger pressing against his temple.

"It's okay, babe." She giggled.

"No it's not. You worked that long just for me to take it."

"It's okay, Simon. I promise. I can always make more," She shrugged, reaching her free arm over to rub his shoulder. "I mean...was it good?"

"I can understand what you meant by Evie being picky if it came between your milk and formula," He scoffed. "I swore it was almond milk."

"Well, I guess now I don't have just two to worry about preferring my milk." She teased.

"Better get to pumping, love," He poked back. "It wasn't bad in my cereal if I have to admit."

"Now you have me curious." She laughed.

"You want the rest?" He smirked, offering his bowl with the last of the cereal, chuckling as she politely declined.

"You enjoy it, babe, because now I have to get caught up so I'm not stressed about having enough milk for I guess three mouths."

"I'm just teasing you, love," He chuckled, pressing his hand against her exposed knee. "I am sorry though. I didn't mean to."

"I know," She blushed. "Although it was pretty funny."

"Good. At least you know now that you're producing good quality milk."

"Now you sound like a food critic." She giggled.

He arched his brow playfully, "Good quality, smooth texture, good flavor, solid ten out of ten."

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pepperbox · 2 years ago

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What are your thoughts on the Trigun reboot?

the big tl;dr is that i'm enjoying it a lot!! there are a couple things that i'm like, not suuuuper thrilled about but overall: it's a yes from me!

(for clarity, i was a huuuuuge fan of the '98 anime and watched it with my mom as a kid! i read trimax later in life and adored that, and now the og anime is like. fine?? but comparatively falls flat for me now as an adult in my 30s. i've rewatched the anime only once as an adult but i've reread trimax uhhhhh three times in the past year alone lolol)

i'm gonna bullet point this bc that's just how my brain works best:

i love the animation! there have been a few instances where it felt off, but overall it's been a feast for my eyeballs

I'M SORRY BUT I LOVE THE NEW VASH DESIGN transmasc icon, he's perfect. i am absolutely not biased, ignore my undercut--

also it updated his look for the 2000s?? the broomhead was a Look in the 90s but it's so dated now i'm SORRY LMAO

also who out here is making hair gel on this fucking desert planet, i s2g,

the inclusion of roberto at first i was kinda ??? about but i quickly adjusted to him, esp as he started throwing soon-to-be-dead-mentor flags all over the fucking place. he cracks me up but i'm legit just waiting at this point for him to die to further meryl's development and to pass the torch derringer on to her

i do hope millie makes an appearance for meryl (so they can be girlfriends, as is only right) but her absence really doesn't break trigun for me bc uhhhh y'all, her and meryl have relatively minor roles in trimax and straight up disappear for like, volumes at a time

also i really hated her random romance with wolfwood in the 98 anime even as a kid and i will never forgive it for that

but ymmv!!!

i do think the pacing is a bit fast and i wish they either had longer episodes or more episodes to let it breathe a little! not entirely plot-wise because i actually like the reveals so far we've gotten because it's keeping even long time fans guessing for what's coming, but just for the relationships between the characters

like i would like more casual interactions between the four protags, and more vash & wolfwood getting to know each other before we jumped right to them butting heads so aggressively over morality and killing

but i do love that it also heavily showcases the consequences of vash's actions (or inaction)

because as meryl pointed out during the nebraska fight, he isn't actually doing anyone a kindness, he's just running away from pain

i am also sad that they took wolfwood AND livio's tits by the looks of it

rip 😔

also i am. not thrilled about elendira? i was really excited to see my wife on screen but instead they did that to her :(

ANYWAYS

i am curious about where the story is going to go!! because lost july hasn't happened yet but we're walking towards it, but when?

is it going to be mid-season? is it going to be the end of s1 if we're getting more than one season? will there be a time skip?

will [redacted manga spoilers] arrive?

will we get to see chronica and domina??

there's still SO much to cover, but i know they're mashing some things together (like jeneora rock was a couple different settings smashed into one, and it seems like the gung-ho guns and the eye of michael are even more woven together??) so we'll see but

I HAVE QUESTIONS

BUT YEAH like!!!! i am enjoying it a lot overall!! i have a few gripes with it but i am so fucking happy to be watching trigun again, and as much as i would adore a 1-to-1 trimax adaption like they did with fma, i am really enjoying it being a retelling because i genuinely don't know what's going to happen!! it's fun!! i'm having fun!!

also there's a really emo thought i had about all trigun adaptions just being different lives for everyone and they're just caught in a loop

history doesn't repeat but sometimes it rhymes

but!!

i also love the fact that it's screaming that it's a passion project. that people who love the source material are all working on it, with nightow. they're bringing back VAs for both japanese and english versions, fans are animating and voicing it, it's amazing and shows how much love is going into this series, and i'm so glad to be able to experience it again

#trigun

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into-crazy · 2 years ago

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dance for you

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: You listen to songs containing very explicit lyrics, singing and dancing along until J comes in. Then you dance a little for him.

Warnings- mature language, reader enjoys explicit songs, slight voyeurism, seductive/erotic dancing, sexual innuendos, ages 18+

My love for tracks with dirty lyrics along with my own antics inspired this one💓

In your kitchen, you lean on the ceramic counter. Head bobbing to the beat coming from the speaker perched beside you up on the surface. You patiently wait for your chaotic clown- your Joker- to come home from whatever havoc wreaking activity he and his goons decided to partake in. Though you never really know when he'll be back. Could be a few minutes, hours, two.. maybe four in the morning. It's something you've grown accustomed to and it doesn't usually bother you. As long as he gets back. Back to you.

There are nights where J doesn't return due to various reasons. Which leads to you staying up and worrying of his whereabouts. Leading to the usual swarm of concerned questions.. Is he hurt? I sure hope not. Did the police capture him? Did the Bat? Don't even think that, he's fine. But say if they had.. could they have locked him up in Arkham? No, stop it you're just being paranoid.

On the rarest of occasions, he would call to inform you of his situations. Mostly because he was bored when he either had a brief moment to himself, or had to lay low in a secret location for a while. Other times it was to brag about how he so easily managed to sneak into a "heavily guarded" facility or how he'd escaped his pursuers clutches. Which every one of those calls you'd received meant that he was okay and alive. But even then, you'd still have trouble falling asleep. Tossing and turning without his warm presence beside you, those nights are indeed the loneliest.

You've found that the best way to deal with this sort of thing by is trying to remain a little more optimistic. You've known Joker for a while now, you are confident in him and his abilities. He's a strong and highly intelligent man. Whatever trouble he finds himself in, he figures a way out of it. Still, no matter how hopeful you are in his return, there's that slithering worry in the back of your mind. Since there will always be the possibility that he could never return.

The daylight outside has already faded away. Darkness drawn in completely, blanketing the city in its vast. The pleasing aroma of chicken alfredo invades the air as it finishes baking in the oven.

So lost are you into the sultry tune. Mumbling the lyrics as you scroll through the tracks on your phone in search of another. In turn, smiling and squealing like an idiot when you reach your most private song selection. The ones containing the most explicit, raunchiest lyrics which are only played when you're alone. First reason being the actual lyrics themselves, how obscene they are. Then secondly, because of your body's natural reaction to sing and move along to said tracks.

Soon as you selected one of these songs did you immediately start to hum and slightly sway your hips in time to the tune. Just before you know the song is about to pick up, you push away from the counter and strut to the open area in your living room. To you, this feels like the entrance to a live performance. Taking your phone with you to adjust the volume louder to your liking. These songs really do it for you. They bring out your inner stripper.

You catch your form in the mirror that hangs on the wall and instantly lock your eyes there. Sometimes it amazes you how your body can move like this. It's times like this where the confidence in your movements make you fall in love with yourself.

These songs really do it for you. Getting so excited for the next track, you are constantly clicking through the list without completely finishing any of the songs.

"Ugh yes, I love this song! This is my shit right here!" You howl, clapping your hands. This is your way of expressing your appreciation for such beauty and sexiness. Yelling so loud you think the artists can hear you. Even though none of them are actually here to witness it.

You were far too engaged in your own movements that you failed to notice Joker had come home already. He was standing by the corner at the end of the entryway. He hadn't been there long, probably only a few minutes. But when he came in, quite taken back was he by the surprising view that he had to stop and watch you. Without interrupting of course. Because he wanted to keep watching you move like that.

And he intends to do just that. For a little while longer at least.

You remain clueless to J's presence while you fixate on your dancing. The song that's currently playing has a faster tempo, and your body moves to match the beat of it. Alternating between shaking your hips and twerking your backside. You're getting more worked up by the second. Getting lost in the moment.

J looks at you with a prideful feeling in his chest. This is a side to you which he's never seen before. And now that he has discovered it, he takes this opportunity to relish the gravity of it. There are not a lot of things that have much of a value or importance to him. The list of things which do, he could probably count out on a single hand. And without question, are you reserved on one of those fingers.

He couldn't help but think about how gorgeous and free you are expressing yourself without a single care in the world. Unknowingly arousing him with the suggestive ways in which you move your body. Even more so with all of the dirty lyrics he's hearing you chant aloud.

Your hands find the hem of your shirt. You provocatively remove the top and toss it at the mirror. Only left in a bralette and a pair of some boxer shorts while you continue dancing.

Now the sight of that sent a lot of blood rushing straight to Joker's groin. His grip on the wall begins to tighten, finding it rather difficult to hold himself from pouncing on you then and there. To tear your clothes off and take you against that mirror on the wall. However, he resists the urge.

Soon, you come to a slow stop with your movements as a song quiets down. You take this time to laugh amusingly at the fun you're having.

That's when J interrupts.

"My, my, isn't this a pleasant sight to come home to."

"Holy shit! J-" The sudden sound of his voice makes you jump in surprise. "I didn't uh, I didn't see you come in."

"Hm, clearly. Seemed like you were enjoying yourself." He articulated the end of his statement. "You ah, always have this much fun when I'm not around?"

"Not always, only when I'm listening to- wait.." You were beginning to bow your head in embarrassment, but you quickly looked up at him. "How long have you been standing there? Were you- oh my god- how much of that did you see?"

"Quite a lot of it."

"Seriously? That's so embarrassing!" The realization that he actually did made you cringe. "Damn, you jerk!" You playfully punch his shoulder, "why didn't you say anything when you came in?"

He chuckles, "what? And miss the performance? I uh, think not. You're lucky I didn't interrupt ya sooner. Ya sure know how to move, doll."

"Stop it J, that's not funny."

"Ahh come on, bunny. I'm not yankin' ya tail." J acknowledges your pout. "I mean it. It was.. tempting."

You open your mouth to reply, but your lips quickly retract into a tight-lipped state. It wasn't helping that his stare was definitely making you feel hot and tense. You're stuck trying to come up with a response when the timer you set to remove the food from the oven finally beeps. You awkwardly motion towards it, "I have to get that."

"Sheesh, dinner and a show? Aren't I a lucky guy." J clicks his tongue and proceeds to loosely follow you towards the kitchen.

He slings off his purple trench coat and tosses it on top of the counter. Working on the buckles of his gloves, he closely observes your figure while you bend over to remove the tray. Taking into account the bralette you color-coordinated with the fitted pair of boxers. You wear men's boxers as shorts when you're home. They're quite soft and cozy. Plus you like how they hug in the right places, showing your curves. At first, you were afraid that J would find it odd that you wear men's underwear. However it didn't bother him at all, seeing as you're being comfortable.

After you set the tray down, you timidly ask him. "Did you really mean it? You weren't making fun of me?"

"Yep. Wasn't joking."

You offer a half smile, "well I'm glad you liked it."

The dish you've just pulled out needs time to cool before you can both eat it. Taking that into consideration, J knows exactly how to kill the time.

"C'mon, c'mon, then. Show me. I wanna see." He beckons you to follow.

A look of confusion crosses your face as you tilt your head to eye him quizzically. "Show you what?"

A devilish smirk appears on his face. "Show me more."

He yanks a chair and drags it into the open not too far. After placing in a position to face you, he sits down and quietly waits. It becomes obvious to you that he wants to see you dance, to put on a show for him.

So there he sits, expectantly. Patiently, even. Waiting for you. There is only the slight tapping of his finger against his thigh. Telling you that he will be lenient with you, but he won't sit here for long.

Laughing at his eagerness, you decide to indulge him. Why not? You're in the mood for it.

You turn up the volume back up and begin moving your hips in slow, sensual circles to the tune. Focusing more so on the floor before you than directly at him. Taking a peek at him occasionally. Admittedly, you're a bit shy. Mainly because he's looking at you with that stupid self-satisfied grin on his face. So to avoid looking at him, you turn around and close your eyes. You can't see him, but you know he's watching you and you know he likes what he sees. And that thought alone fills you with so much more confidence to keep going. To show him what you can do.

Then you fall back into that trance, where you start to really feel the music. You gradually pick up the pace of your movements. Bringing your arms lazily above your head and swaying your hips more provocatively. When you finally turn around, you find that J is not smirking anymore. Instead, he's gazing at you more seriously now. But that look in his menacing eyes gives away his intrigue.

You flash him a smile and grow bolder with your movements. Running your fingers through your hair while you look at him, biting down on your lip. A simple, yet seductive gesture. This is one of those moments where you get to be powerful and sexy. You trail your hands down the length of your body in time to the sway of your hips. In a swift movement, you turn around and bend over. Shaking your ass for him.

That's when you hear the low groan from J. Even over the music, you heard it.

Immediately after hearing that sound, you spin back to see that he's sat all the way up now. Watching your every move with an intense stare, his chest rising and falling with each breath of restraint. You drop to the floor on your knees and lean back to grind your hips in a way that you would ride someone. How you would ride him.

J gives you a half grin, lifting his hand slightly to motion you to come hither.

Returning your own grin, you place your hands on the floor and suggestively crawl to him. He thinks you're going to give in to him, but you're not done. No, you're not going to just yet. Wanting this to drag on more to the point where one of you snaps first. Until someone can't hold back any longer. And this time, it's not going to be you.

Once you reach his legs, you use them to bring yourself to your feet. Maintaining eye contact while you tantalizingly brushing your body against his. The heat radiating from him is utterly intoxicating. You absorb every bit of it as you circle around him. Drinking it down and getting drunk off of it. You graze your touch along J's torso. Rounding him, you strategically throw your leg over and straddle his lap.

His hands immediately go to grab and squeeze at your hips. Heavy lidded gaze boring his ravenous lust into your own. That feverish display of desire makes you want to do sinful things.

Joker hisses at the shift of your hips. "Fuck doll.. You know what ya do to me?"

"Yes I do." You whisper admittedly.

This is starting to get dangerous for the both of you. It won't be much longer until someone breaks.

You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Pulling him as close as possible and gyrating your hips against him. Keeping your movements fluid even in your aroused state.

The friction of your pelvis rubbing against the erection in his pants pulls a strained growl from his lips. You gasp back at him and stop moving. You're staring hard at each other, exchanging heavy breaths, and your ears fill with deafening static. There's a raging warmth in that space between your bodies. A force so raw you can taste it.

Joker is the first to dive in by yanking you fully against him to devour your lips. You instantly match his savagery. It's all teeth clashing, obscene tongue sucking, and harsh lip biting. He's not holding back anymore and neither are you.

There's no doubt that if you continue on like this in this chair, it'll lead to an activity that will end up breaking it. So J lifts you by your thighs as he stands, and carries you to the bedroom. Slamming the door shut with his foot to block out the loud volume of the song. The bass emitting low bumps that vibrate the walls around, adding to the intensity of the room. He tosses you onto the bed and quickly climbs on top of you. His movements are rough and hasty. Wasting no time in trying to be careful while he takes what he wants from you.

And you enjoy every wild second of it.

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #ledger joker x y/n #joker x reader #joker x y/n #ledger!joker #ledger joker #the dark knight #fanfic

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savemesomenachos · 3 years ago

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So I was thinking about Bucky not being able to 'perform' because he's been stressed and preoccupied. And reader thinks it's their fault because Bucky doesn't address the situation. They eventually get him to talk and he tells them how he's feelings and then proves it's not reader's fault. Could just be fluffy or if you want to, include smut...works either way. Thank you 😘

This request is just 🤌🏽💋✨Have fun babe!!!

Not What It Seems

AN: This has been in my drafts for forever and I’m finally back to posting, so I’m excited

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: a few lines of smut, fluff and angst

TW: Mild panic attack - hyperventilation, Self-doubt

Word Count: 1853

18+, Minors DNI

Y/n’s POV:

“Are you serious?” Natasha asks, shifting in her seat at the end of the couch. She lowers the volume of the TV to a dull murmur and turns to face me. She throws her legs up and her cold toes nudge the side of my thighs as she settles in.

“Dead serious. It was just so weird,” I say, picking at the nail I’d been nervously chewing since last night. My eyes flit between my phone on the coffee table and my fidgety hands.

“Doesn’t sound like him,” she says, twisting the lid off her beer and tossing it on the table with deft fingers and precision.

My eyes follow its path through the air wordlessly, and I sigh tiredly. I fold my legs under my thighs and extend a hand in Natasha’s direction. She hands me the beer with a comforting smile.

“Babe,” she says, placing a warm hand on my knee. “Wanna tell me the whole thing?” she asks, her eyes softening at my look of despair at narrating the ‘incident’ again.

“Fine,” I sigh handing her the beer again. “From the beginning?” I ask, side-eyeing her.

“If you want,” she says, settling back into her seat, with sympathetic eyes.

*Flashback*

“I missed you so fucking much,” I moan as I strip Bucky off his gear. He nods enthusiastically and aids me in unbuckling his very complicated buckles.

He crashes his lips to mine and I melt in his arms. His arms hold my body tightly to his as he nudges me back on the bed. I fall backward as Bucky slips my jeans off and crawls over me and his lips touch every path of skin he uncovers while taking my clothes off. His fingers tweak my nipples harshly and my back arches of the bed.

“Buck, s’too sensitive,” I whimper, trying to sit up. With a firm hand on my chest, he pushes me down again.

“I need to be inside you, now!” he whimpers, wide-eyed. His eyes glaze over for a second and I snap out of my need-filled haze.

“Hey,” I say as my hand comes in contact with his tense shoulder. “You ok?”

“Fine,” he rasps before slipping his pants off completely. “Please.”

“Are you sure? We can stop-” I’m cut off by a needy kiss pressed against my lips and a fist tightening in my hair.

He slips his pants off completely to reveal his semi-hard member. His lube coated hand wraps around his member and I see the muscles in his hands strain as he strokes his length. My hand reaches forward of its own accord to assist him but he slaps it away. He crawls over me again and settles his arms on either side of my head. His member slides in back and forth motions against my tight hole and I whimper in anticipation. Slowly, he starts to push in with a hiss.

His thrusts drive sharp and hard but slow, almost teasing. My nails rake across his back and leave angry, red marks in its wake but that doesn’t deter him in the least. He redoubles his efforts with his hands gripping my waist so hard, they bruise. My gaze drifts from where our bodies are joined together to Bucky’s face. His eyes are screwed up in concentration with his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

My body starts to convulse as an orgasm shakes me to the core but Bucky doesn’t stop. His thrusts don’t slow until suddenly, I hear him grunting in frustration. Abruptly he pulls out and kneels on the bed in between my legs with sweat dripping down his forehead and his fists clench and unclench from where they rest on his thighs. I lean up on my elbows and my eyes rake over his body to look for signs of injury.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask, sitting up completely, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

He flinches before my hand makes contact and I pause, my eyes wide. His eyes find mine but they look empty. He crawls off the bed and walks into the shower without another word. I bite my lip nervously, debating whether to join him but I finally decide against it.

*End of Flashback*

“Wow,” Natasha sighs, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I know,” I say, grabbing the beer out of her hand. She doesn’t fight it, deciding I need it more than her.

“You talk to him yet?”

“He’s always at missions Tasha. He hasn’t taken a break in forever and even when he is here, it’s like he’s not y’know?” I ask, taking a big swig before setting it down on the coffee table, the condensation leaving behind a ring of water.

“I think he’s gonna break up with me,” I say after a moment of silent contemplation. “I mean what else could it be? He’s never like this. I mean he doesn’t even sleep in our room anymore and I…” I trail off, tears forming in my eyes. My breath catches in my throat and Natasha shifts closer.

She wraps an arm around my shoulder and rubs my arm with calloused hands. I throw my arms around her waist and bury my tear soaked face in my chest.

“He loves you, I’m sure there’s a reason,” she says, rubbing comforting circles on my back.

“I don’t know, I just want him back,” I sob as my hands clutch her soft t-shirt.

“I know honey, I know,” She kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. Her body rocks me back and forth as my sobs start to subside.

“Y/n?” I hear a gruff voice whisper as a tall, hunched over figure steps into view.

I raised my hands to my face and harshly rub off any remnants of sadness and when my eyes finally adjust, I see Bucky standing a few feet away from the sofa with his hands wringing together nervously as his teeth sink into his lip, his eyes tearing a hole into me.

“Hey Buck. I didn’t know you were back,” I say, flashing him what I hope is a wide, excited smile as I get up off the couch and make my way toward him.

“I’ve been back for a while,” he says, his eyes flitting to Natasha’s for a second. What he sees there upsets him and his hand wraps around my wrist immediately. He starts to lead me away as I sputter protests and turn to look at Natasha for help. She shrugs in response and turns back to her beer.

Bucky takes us all the way to our shared room where he hasn’t slept in the past weeks and locks the door behind us. He drops my hand and paces the length of the room with his hands clutching his hair in a white-knuckled grasp.

“Bucky, is everything-”

“How could you think I was breaking up with you?” he asks, turning to face me, his hands coming up to tightly grasp my shoulders.

“Y-You heard that?” I whisper, my gaze dropping to the floor.

“Super-soldier hearing. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I heard you say that you thought I was gonna break up with you so I stopped to listen,” he says, his hand squeezing my shoulders.

“I-I didn’t know what to think. You’ve been so distant the past few weeks so I thought…” I trailed off, hoping he would understand.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he says, pulling me to sit on the bed next to him. His head leans forward to rest on my shoulder while his arm snakes around my waist and pulls me closer.

“Honey,” he says, his fingers playing with the hem of my t-shirt. “I’m not gonna break up with you.”

“Then why have you been acting so weird?” I ask, turning to face him, forcing him to look me in the eye.

“I fucked up on that mission,” he whispers, his gaze sullen, on the floor. “It was HYDRA and there were so many people. So many children. I couldn’t get them out. I couldn’t save them.”

Tears slide down his cheeks and pool on his lips. Before he could wipe them away, my fingers graze his cheek as I turn him to face me. I wipe away the tracks of tears and he leans forward to bury his face in my shoulder while wrapping his arms around my back.

“It’s ok baby. Let it out,” I say, rubbing circles on his back as his sobs intensify and soak my neck and shoulder. “You can’t save everyone Bucky. The important part is that you did your best.”

“But it wasn’t enough!” he shouts as his hands rake down my back and clench my t-shirt in between his fingers.

“I know it feels like that but you’re doing enough Bucky. You’ve been on missions non-stop, without any breaks and it’s enough,” I say, my hand drifting up to card through his hair as his sobs turn to sniffles and his breath comes out faster.

“It’s not enough, it’s not,” he begins to mumble under his breath as he begins to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey,” I say, dragging his attention to me by guiding his face to mine. “You’re enough, you hear me? I love you and you’re enough. Your friends love you and you’re enough. That will never change. I promise you,” I say, my eyes blazing. My hands grip either of his cheeks and I see the sadness and self-doubt swirling in his eyes.

“I love you Bucky. So fucking much,” I continue, his breathing starting to even out.

“Really?” he asks, sniffling, his hands coming to grip my waist.

“Yes, I do,” I say, my voice unwavering.

“I-I love you too,” he says, his eyes and nose red from all the crying. “I know I don’t say it often but I do.”

“I know honey. I know,” I say, drawing him for another hug. I whisper sweet nothings in his ear and rock us back and forth with Bucky desperately clutching at my t-shirt and his head nuzzled in my chest.

After a while, he pulls away with a small smile on his face and I take comfort in the face that he feels better.

“Better?” I ask, cradling his wet cheek in my palm.

“Yeah,” he whispers, leaning forward and planting a sweet kiss on my lips. Suddenly, his arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer and his lips press more firmly into mine. I squeak in surprise but moan at the relief of finally feeling him so close after a while. He pulls away leaving us both panting for air and rests his forehead against mine.

“What was that for?” I ask with a breathy chuckle.

“It was a ‘I love you’,” he whispers, smiling at the blush that covers my cheeks.

“You’re such a cheeseball when you want to be,” I say, bringing my hands up to hide my red face.

“You love it,” he says, cheekily.

“Yeah,” I whisper, placing a kiss on the tip of his scrunched up nose. “I do.”

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crab-instruments · 3 years ago

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Dust in the Wind Part 3 (tbb)

Master <Part 2 Part 4>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and Warning: General audience, not much happens (yet)

Words: 1K

a/n: some notes at the end. I didn't think this would get any attention really and I did not know how good it would feel, so please give that little heart like to the fics you read (not just mine lol). I really liked Fallen Order so if you haven't played it and can, I would recommend it, but I'll be incorporating pieces of that game into my fic. I've been using italics for thoughts, if it's in quotes it just means it's being said at not a normal volume (like through a door or spoken really fast). If that doesn't make sense in the fic, it's something I can work on.

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The reflection that stared back at you in the mirror looked like someone else. Your hands gripped the sink hard, in an attempt to focus. In your head, you chanted loudly your new identity. My name is Maxis, I’m a freelance mechanic, and I’m now… temporarily… a part of a crew I’ve never met. Kriff, am I insane? That question was rhetorical, the answer was an resounding yes, although this may not be the most outlandish situation you’ve gotten yourself in.

The necklace under your top felt heavy. You pulled it out, staring at the parts. Carrying your deconstructed lightsaber wasn’t the smartest idea but it was something you couldn’t let go of, even before The Purge happened. Most of the pieces were on a long wire that you wrapped loosely around your neck and it hid fairly nicely, looking like just random junk on a wire. The parts that didn’t fit on the necklace well sat on your wrists as bracelets. You tucked it back in and moved your welding goggles from your head to your neck, hiding it further down.

“That’s fine Hunter, but where are they going to sleep? We barely have space as it is,” a muffled voice came from outside the door, drawing your attention back to reality.

Hunter had stepped out leaving you in the small room alone, thinking that explaining the situation to the squad would better. It had been a few minutes since he had left and by the sounds of it, was still trying to sell the idea of you being here was a good idea.

Moving quietly towards the door, your curiosity got the best of you. You pressed your ear to the cold metal, attempting to listen in on the conversation.

“They can sleep in the gunner’s mount with me!” a small, cheerful voice piped up.

“That’s very kind of you, Omega, but we’ll figure it out later,” Hunter’s voice had a hint of favor to it, he obviously adored the child he who had offered space for you. He was probably giving her a small smile, the thought was contagious enough to bring a small smile to your own face.

“I would like to go back to the fact that we know nothing about this ‘Maxis’ or their past. They could very well be a dangerous criminal on the run, based on the story they gave you,” the very pragmatic voice cut through the rest.

At that accusation, you crossed your arms and pouted. “Dangerous? I’m about as dangerous as a bogling.”

Suddenly, the door you were leaning against had opened, sending you dropping to the ground. You shot your arms out, attempting to grab something to stop your introduction to the ground. Luckily, strong arms grabbed yours, steading you. Your eyes met Hunter’s, and stars, did you wish you could stay there. However, five other pair of eyes were on you. Quickly, you attempted to gain your composure and stand up straight.

“What was that about a bogling?” There was a hint of humor in Hunter’s voice. I barely said that above a whisper, how did he hear that?

You cleared your throat and adjusted your tunic. “Uh, I just meant that… I’m not dangerous to you. I’m just a mechanic and got caught up with... I just…” you tried to swallow the nothing in your dry mouth. “IsabotagedanImperialSoldier’sspeederbecausehewasactinglikealaserbrain.” It was a risk to insult the Empire in front of this crew without knowledge of their current standing but more than likely by their hasty escape, they weren’t friendly with the newer overlords.

Everyone’s eyes went wide at your confession, except for the silver haired man who’s grip on the toothpick in his mouth got tighter.

The little girl, Omega, stepped closer. “You sabotaged an Imperial Soldier’s speeder? He caught you and that’s why you were running?” Her eyes may or may not have held something like admiration.

You nodded. “Yeah… It was… worth it to see the bike fall a part under him while trying to catch up.”

The largest one laughed loudly, probably didn’t have any other setting other than ‘loud and explosive’, but it wasn’t threatening. It seemed he also enjoyed the thought along with Omega. “I think Maxis does belong with us if that’s why they’re running.” The others were also holding back laughs.

“If you know how to put machines together, you know how to take them apart,” a slight smile crossed your face. “Of course, when I’m working on your ship, I’ll only put in quality work. I’ll treat the ship like it was my own. That is… if you’ll have me.” The others gave looks to each other and eventually nodded, looking back at Hunter for direction.

“Of course. We aren’t exactly… on great terms with the Empire either. Well, since that’s settled…” He gestured to the paler man to his left, starting the introductions. “This is Echo, part machine, all tactics. Crosshair is our sniper, doesn’t say much. Tech, on the hand, will talk about everything in the universe. Wrecker does explosives and takes down anything in his path. Lastly, this is Omeg—”

“I’m Omega! It’s so nice to meet you!” She was obviously very excited to meet new people. She grabbed your hand, shaking it. “Hunter, can I show Maxis around the ship?” Her eyes sparkled.

Hunter met your eyes and you gave a slight nod. “Of course.” Omega dragged you past the boys, starting the tour of your new home.

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After a few standard hours, you found yourself sitting in the cockpit watching hyperspace fly by, Omega in your lap slowly falling asleep but doing her best to stay awake. How she could become fast friends with you was something you’d never understand, but it felt like you’d known her for much longer than you did.

Most of the others went to sleep for the rest of the ride, Tech seemed to be tinkering with something just beyond the cockpit. Hunter had been with you but stepped back a bit, possibly figuring out space issues.

“Omega, you’ve been a great hostess but you can go to sleep.”

She rubbed her eyes before laying her head back on your shoulder. “I’m not sleepy”.

“Ha, okay.” You brought your hand to her head to stroke it, running your fingers through her hair. She seemed to melt closer to you. Your eyes were also heavy, and this would fix the shortage of beds problem, if you just… slept here. Almost absentmindedly, you started to hum to Omega, lulling her to sleep.

“♪ I close my eyes

Only for a moment, and the moment's gone

All my dreams

Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind ♪”

Unbeknownst to you, Hunter had returned and leaned against the doorframe. In his hand, he had a blanket. He waited until both of your breaths became even to make sure you were asleep before putting the blanket over both of you and took a seat.

Part 4

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Notes:

Bogling: basically a racoon sized squirrel. Could be dangerous if they get into the vents of your ship, but otherwise, pretty cute. First Fallen Order "reference".

Dust in the Wind - Kansas: This is where the name of the fic comes from. Roll credits. It'll come up a few times like a connection. There's a reason, not necessarily a good one but it's not like a "aha! gotcha" sorta thing. I hope that it's not too cheesy.

#dust in the wind #tbb x reader #tbb x you #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #hunter x you #crab fics

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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“Stars”

request; Kokichi with a usually lonely, music-addicted, star-loving s/o, and he keeps them company?

warnings; reader is gender neutral, uses gender neutral pronouns and names or words to describe themself, a dash of crack fic, reader is shy-ish and a bit touch starved, cussing, very unedited

note; sorry i ended it weird, i felt it was getting a bit long, so i had to cut it short before i started writing ‘till 4 am. N e way, thank you for requesting, and i apologize for the wait!

word count; 1.1k+

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“Hey!” Kokichi skipped up to your relaxed figure, lying down on the grassy ground. Kokichi pouted when you didn’t respond, were you ignoring him? To answer that question, no. You were listening to music at the loudest volume so you couldn’t hear a thing. Squatting down and hunching over your head, your view of the night sky was rudely blocked by Kokichi’s loud purple hair that seemed to match the colours of the sky slightly.

“Kokichi..?” You squinted your already lidded tired eyes at him, confused but yet glad that he was here as you usually watched the stars alone. Maybe he would accompany you? You tried blocking out your thoughts, and tried not to show how excited you were to see him. But he knew anyway, you weren’t very good at hiding emotions(or was he just great at finding them?). Yanking out one of your earbuds, you spoke,

“It’s te… Wait, wait, what time is it?” You muttered, checking the time on your phone that had your earbuds plugged in. As you were distracted with your phone, Kokichi rocked on his heels that he squatted upon, before tipping over and messily seating himself beside you. “It’s three-!?” Kokichi didn’t seem to care what time it was. “-Sooo what are you listening to?” Once you looked away from your phone, you tilted your head back up, expecting to see Kokichi above you, but instead was met with 2 wide purple eyes staring at you from beside you. You were too tired to realize he moved, and so you were caught jolting in surprise. “P-purple!”

He looked at you in amusement, “... Why are you even awake? You’re clearly out of it, ya know that’ll just make you an easier victim for a killer.” He spoke truthfully, humming the same tune he could hear blasting out your stray earbud. “Yeah right, I’m so isolated, I bet the so-called killer doesn't even know I exist.” You snorted softly, turning your head back up to the sky to stare at the constellations.

Kokichi didn’t disagree, instead, he let out a hum of acknowledgment. “... Buuut you didn’t answer my question.” He adjusted himself a little, resting his head on your arm instead of the grass. This shouldn’t have flustered you so much, but you don’t usually have people touch you like this. In all honesty, you had forgotten what it felt like to have someone this close. And so you suddenly became extremely hyperaware of the contact he had laid upon your arm. You looked at him in confusion, trying to ignore the growing warmth in your cheeks, “Y-you asked me a question?”

Oh, how he cherished the effect he had on you.

Enjoying the way you seem to freeze and stutter, he decided to mess with you more, deciding to just, go for it and use your entire body as a pillow. He took your arm and moved it over and across his shoulder and chest, scooting in to rest his messy hair on your stomach. Looking up at your flustered face that seemed to be glued to the sky, a smirk adorned Kokichi’s face, “Why are you awake, dummy?” He asked the second time, clutching onto your arm. He spoke as if he didn’t just start cuddling you out of the blue.

You being too shy to ask him instead, why he was cuddling you(and not wanting to ask, as you were afraid he’d stop), you answered his question. “T-the star-” Your voice cracked the first time due to the nervousness you were feeling, and so you tried the second time, clearing your throat. “I like looking at the- at the stars! And finding the constellations, and...” Your nerves seem to fade away as you spoke about the stars you knew all your life. As if all your worries washed away at that moment. As if, you forgot about the boy you had been pining on for months wasn’t holding onto your arm like it was his prized possession.

“Oh,” He deadpanned, he didn’t really care for stars, but he was intrigued by the way you were entranced by the stars, and so in a weird way, I guess he was. “So you’re a nerd.” You opened your mouth to protest, “I’m not-!” Kokichi sighed dramatically and loudly, “So the cutest student in the entire class, is a huge nerd.”

Your eyes widened angrily at the raspberries he blew, you almost didn’t catch the flirtation he so sneakily slipped in. “You’re kinda a Kaito wannabe, you know? That’s not cool s/o; you shouldn’t copy people. Identity theft is a serious crime. Millions of families suffer every day.” He said smugly, leaning back against you.

You got slightly irked at being called a copycat, Kokichi noticed, and so he tilted his head up to see your fuming expression better. Instead, he was met with your confused, yet flattered eyes staring back down at him. “Hang on, you think I’m cute? Nay, the cutest? A- are you don't need to get your eyes checked, bud?” You almost laughed - Actually, no, you were full-on guffawing. The view of the night sky was blurred by the tears gathered at your eyes, and your laughter overpowered the music playing in your ear.

Kokichi could feel your stomach trembling against his head from your laughter, “Heyyy, you shouldn’t undersell yourself, s/o. I don’t lie about these things, ya know.” He noted, voice close to sounding like vibrato from how hard you were laughing. He tried his best to hold back a smile from how adorable your laughs were, making sure to drill the sound of it in his mind without your knowledge.

“All you do is lie, Kokichi.” You calmed down from your little laughing episode, deadpanning at Kokichi. “Nishishi! Not ‘bout this, though~” He didn’t look at you, as his eyes seemed to be under the same spell you had been in earlier from the sky. You couldn’t help but wonder if you truly heard the slight tone of truthfulness laced in his words, or maybe you were just imagining it?

“... The stars aren’t too bad, I guess.” He admitted, finding small comfort in the sky that filled his entire vision. You perked up at the word ‘stars’, “I couldn’t agree more,” You continued to rant about the stars you found heavy comfort in, unconsciously bringing your hand up to play with his hair as you thought of each constellation to name.

Curse your need to fidget with something! Or perhaps… thank it? Kokichi tensed from the sudden touch and became too distracted with the feeling of your fingers tangling themselves in his hair to pay attention to what you were saying. Not like he was going to pay attention anyway-

Deciding not to say anything, he allowed you to do as you please, letting himself believe that he’s only letting you pet him because he knows you want it. Not the opposite, that’s for sure. Eventually, he drifted off to the feeling of you petting his hair, enjoying it more than he wanted to admit.

Adjusting your arm one last time, he cradled it comfortably, right before dozing off to the sound of your voice and the view of the sky. “-And look! That one’s the Gemini constellation-! K- Kokichi..?” All you heard was a pathetic mumble of your name, snores following shortly after.

Exhaling tiredly and fondly, you rested your head back on the grass, staring up at the sky with intensity. You felt happy tonight, the suffocating loneliness didn’t seem too lonely anymore as Kokichi’s hilariously obnoxious snores accompanied you instead of the music you obsess over. And so, with that thought, you soon fell asleep shortly after.

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fayeimara · 4 years ago

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Suna Rintaro || Two of Hearts

*Song Scenario | Inspired by Two of Hearts by Stacy Q*

PAIRING. Suna Rintaro x you

GENRE. Fluff <3

WARNINGS. Incredibly suggestive, sexual innuendos & references, swearing, drinking

Ah- Ah-Ah-Ah- I need- I need you...

Low, provocative music filters through the lush backyard of your house, mixing into and around the louder cadence of chatter. The space is relatively private due to the large trees bordering your parents' property and provides the perfect setting for your small get together.

The boys and girls volleyball teams have gathered on an unusually warm evening to celebrate the end of their respective seasons, but for Suna Rintaro, the draw is something more compelling and far more complex than a casual night to finally let loose.

Looking up to observe the slow darkening of the sky, the middle blocker leans back against the low stone fence that separates the in-ground hot tub from the walkout patio. Keeping an eye on the stars instead of following his instinct to seek you out from among the group around him, Rintaro contemplates what exactly he's doing here tonight.

The game of cat and mouse between the two of you has built a certain tension, spilling over into your day to day interactions. Having grown closer as friends the last couple years, neither you nor Suna can pinpoint exactly when the dynamic changed but it's as undeniable as it is unspoken.

The hypnotizing melody of the song currently keeping him company amidst the usual bickering between the twins spins around him but as the chorus flies out, Suna hears the scrape of a screen door and can't stop himself from looking across the tiled patio to meet your eyes as you step out from inside the house with a red solo cup in one hand and ... a chuupet in the other.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads across his chest in time with the thundering of his heart, Rintaro simply tilts his head in reaction, eyeing you as you approach him with a smirk on your face.

"I figured you deserved a reward for keeping these two company while I placed our order for dinner."

Even as his piercing eyes narrow and remain on you in a penetrating stare, the smallest quirk of his lips is enough to tell you he appreciates the gesture, as he extends his hand out to meet yours in the space between you.

Ignoring the jitters of both nerves and excitement churning through your body, an anticipatory feeling you're now well used to whenever he turns that discerning gaze your way, you nonchalantly hand over one of the many jelly sticks you'd bought specifically with him in mind. Neither of you comment on the pause as your fingers brush together and linger for a moment that stretches in silence, where only you two exist, carved out from time.

Osamu's voice cuts through the moment with a bored tone as he ignores his brother's last words to him in favour of turning to face the two of you instead. "If you two are done, can we get back to everyone else? It's definitely someone else's turn to deal with this dumbass."

You and Suna both retract your hands back to your respective spaces without a word, you turning to 'Samu with a sudden, playful grin, "Oh yeah, and who's going to deal with him if not you?"

"Angel?! Where's my treat?" Atsumu's outraged query slips out more pouty than he probably intended and you fully intend to ignore it. He's comfortable enough in your home to grab his own preferred snacks after all. You do keep them stocked, as well, for both him and Osamu.

"That would be you." 'Samu's delayed answer to your own interrupted question is threaded with relieved amusement.

One of the pretty generous perks of being your best friends is that the twins get to fob each other off on you when they're each too overwhelmed with the other's antics or behaviour. Joy. But you signed up for this, didn't you?

Suna stays quiet during your interaction with the twins, stepping up to follow behind you as you move to the gate that separates the patio from the hot tub and pool, twins falling in behind him. Pushing off the cool tiles of the patio down to the previously sun-warmed stones, you grin at the calls from the rest of your guests, faces turning your way as the volume rises slightly with friends calling out about the antics you missed in the mere minutes you were gone.

Rintaro hasn't looked away from you, watching the gentle sway of your hair as you walk in front of him, the breeze catching strands and lifting them lightly in the air to dance around with abandon. Stopping suddenly with his chuupet clutched in one hand, Suna shoves the other into the waistband of his shorts, quelling the urge to reach forward again, this time to capture the playful locks and slide them through his fingers before ending in a tug that calls your attention back to him.

Atsumu provides a momentary distraction, brushing past him to race over to the others in the adjacent pool, tossing himself in the air with complete abandon before pulling his knees to his chest and dropping like a bomb into the water. Or a cannonball, supposedly, but it lacks the form to be called so.

Suna looks back to you only briefly, catching the amused look you throw over your shoulder at him, likely in solidarity of the shared thought. That's one of the things that takes his breath away to this day, how for someone that outwardly seems so different from him, you always surprise him by understanding his thoughts to an exhilarating degree.

It was just fascinating at first, then eventually amusing and familiar, to seek you out for your shared humour, claiming space rent free in Rintaro's thoughts until you finally nestled in as his electrifying comfort. You were the one who would always be looking back without fail, reflecting his thoughts with just one look in those mischievous, enigmatic eyes.

Breaking the eye contact as smoothly as you caught it, with that wry smile still curving your lips, you turn back to your conversation with the others. Suna isn't in one yet thankfully, having stopped halfway to the pool, but he's sure something has to be coming his way from the way 'Samu has also quietly stopped by his side, so he looks over and raises an eyebrow at his best friend, who just obstinately mirrors the expression.

"I don't know what you're waiting for me to say." Osamu finally speaks, happily losing the silent challenge as his lips curl in amusement at Suna's carefully blank expression.

"Who said I was?"

"Then I guess I won't tell you how much more obvious the tension is lately. Like a string about to snap."

Suna turns his head slightly away to cast a disinterested look from the corner of his eyes with his response, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

And with that, he starts to walk away, turning his head fully forward only to be caught in an incredibly rare moment of complete surprise to find you suddenly in his path, having left your conversation with the others by the pool at some point.

"What he means by what?" Your intoxicating smile aimed up at him freezes Suna completely in his tracks and words, a potent desire sweeping through him to just lean down and capture your lips with his.

Where Osamu was just about to silently step away, Atsumu is the one that steps in to break the tangible intensity between his two best friends, running up between you and Rintaro, soaking and slightly chilly now from his dip in the pool.

"Angel! The sun's almost completely set, let's hop in the tub!"

You back away with a light laugh, from where you had just found yourself rooted in Suna's path when his eyes locked on yours with heated intent. You're still holding his gaze as you answer the setter, "Sure, 'Tsumu. Remove the cover will you?"

"Of course! 'Samu, Suna, c'mon!"

This time it's Rintaro who looks away, slowly and keeping steady, probing eye contact with you until he's fully turned away, to walk the few steps over to the hot tub. You watch as he crouches down and literally single-handedly tosses back the tub's heavy cover with a droll look aimed at Atsumu who just shrugs in that careless, single minded way of his.

Osamu simply stands there, arms crossed and eyes rolling upwards before looking back at you in a silent request to take pity on him. Right, you were supposed to spare him from his brother's exuberant energy for a bit.

With another laugh, this time at all of them, you walk up to join your friends, stepping up to the edge of the tub at Suna's side, close but ever so careful not to do more than lightly brush against him. You're addicted to this thrilling feeling, the way your heart races and skin tingles with electric heat.

You enjoy the rush as the four of you adjust the various controls to set the hot tub up just right for a relaxing soak, adding in the various scented salts that you've finally managed to get them to appreciate as the wonder they truly are for overworked muscles.

Several other friends either hop out of the heated pool or move from their comfortable seats by the poolside firepit to join the four of you, until there's eight in total. Perfect for an eight-seater tub, coincidentally.

While you quickly tie your hair up in a bun to keep it from swirling and tangling in the water, Atsumu ignores the steps down to the floor of the tub and just hops lightly in, somehow avoiding too much displacement of the water and managing to slip right in without a big splash.

Your eyes seek Suna's in amused bewilderment, thinking of 'Tsumu's much bigger splash earlier, and find him smirking back at you, completely in sync. It continues to take your breath away, this likeminded connection with someone seemingly so different from you.

Preoccupied with these thoughts, when you slide down into the heated water of the tub, you find your side also sliding against Suna, sensations alternating with the switch between fabric and skin until you're fully seated. Fighting your blush at the skin to skin contact, you can't resist the compulsion to glance up at him briefly only to find his gaze on you yet again. He doesn't say a thing, however, so you end up anchored to your spot, feeling more and more lightheaded every time one of you shifts but sure he'll catch on if you move away even a little now.

Suna, on the other hand, has never had to fight so hard to keep his expression neutral as the effort he's currently making. The urge to slip an arm around your waist and drag you even closer still, to tilt your head up and press his lips to yours, or even just to pull you over his lap and hold you to him with his face buried in your soft neck. Nothing he can do surrounded by so many people, especially when the two of you are 'just friends'.

Then, Ginjima, one of your other friends but also Suna and the twins' teammate, walks up to ask if there's room for one more in the tub and somehow, having stood in the shuffle to accommodate him, you end up pulled back on Atsumu's lap, the same seat by Suna's side that you'd occupied before now shared by you both.

The middle blocker finds himself clenching his jaw in painful resignation of his late reaction, reminding himself that not only is the setter your undeniably platonic friend but his own close friend as well, even if he did offer to move much too quickly.

At this point, as Suna is debating the merits of simply yanking you away to the only place you should rightfully sit, someone, probably Atsumu, decides to start in on a discussion about boys and girls, and what each likes in the other. You don't know what kind of questions might come your way but you're curious to hear your friends' answers, particularly one typically reserved friend.

It's Gin, now sitting across from you, that asks Suna about his preferences in a girl, teasing implication in his carefully worded question. Careful not to look either too interested or too disengaged to be natural nonchalance, you notice that, for once, Rintaro's not watching you but making steady eye contact with the wing spiker instead.

With a casual shrug, he answers, "I dunno. I guess it's cute when their hair's all tied up in that messy bun."

You make a concentrated effort not to raise your hand to your hair, smirking at Suna instead while you wait for him to decide who'll answer his question next. Somehow, you're not surprised when his eyes slide over to you, happy to have his gaze meeting yours again, even though your heart races at the intent in his eyes.

You know what it's going to be even before he asks you- "What do you like in a guy?"

It's likely your projection, but the night seems to get quieter, stars peeking out above you to watch what feels like a monumental moment, as everyone in the hot tub waits for your answer.

Raising an eyebrow as if in pensive thought, you briefly sift through what you can and shouldn't say in reply before the time seems to stretch too long to be normal and you decide on, "I dunno. I guess it's cute when they're all confidently direct."

His smirk is slow to appear, melting across his lips as if he's carefully analyzing the truths and hidden depths to your words and coming to his chosen conclusion.

"What a cop-out, princess." His hand rises from the water, droplets running back down his wrist and arms to their domain, as his forefinger meets his thumb to flick your forehead in retaliation but you're already angling your face away as you reach up to intercept him.

You end up grabbing his hand just before he can connect, giving him another arch look as you force his hand back down below the water, aware that if he'd really wanted to catch you off-guard, your reaction would have been much too late.

Everyone is watching, some chuckling at the quick exchange, and because you need the attention to divert as soon as possible, you look over your shoulder to narrow your eyes on Atsumu and challenge, "What don't you like in a girl, 'Tsumu?"

He throws his head back in laughter at your twist, arm flexing around your waist as he traps you down to harshly poke your side in subtle retribution, before he meets your eyes with his own burning with indignation at your implication and responds, "I can't say, Angel. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you long enough to tell."

There's a slight brush against the back of your hand under the bubbling water, but you think nothing of it as you roll your eyes in response, with enough exaggeration that everyone can read your genuine disbelief as if it weren't already radiating from your very core, "Right, or you're just a smooth talker that can't admit you're an extremely picky perfectionist."

"Or that." He agrees with another laugh as you dig your elbow back into his stomach as penance for putting you on the spot like that, but he ignores your literal jab and turns to his brother to throw your twist in the question his way.

You're actually curious to hear what the less talkative of your two friends has to say about his dislikes, but your attention is immediately drawn away when you feel yet another brush on the back of your hand and it's as if a spark lights and sets ablaze in your lower belly when you realize it's the textured pad of Suna's thumb.

If anyone chooses this moment to speak to you or ask you a question, there's entirely no way you'll be able to form a coherent answer because your brain is short-circuiting as you realize you're still holding Rintaro's hand under the water, having never let go from when you grasped it before. But... he hasn't pulled away either. No, instead he's rubbing small, maddeningly slow circles on the sensitive skin where your thumb meets your first finger.

It's all you can do to keep your eyes trained on whomever seems to be talking, focusing on keeping your breathing even and quelling any involuntary responses from your sudden awareness. Trying desperately not to unintentionally twitch or shift your hand, not until you can absorb the consequences of this new development, born from one too many bold actions.

If Suna's aware that you've caught on and yet continue to hold his hand, you'll both be crossing into unknown territory. But with your awareness, and likely sudden stillness, how could the perceptive middle blocker have not noticed?

With a calculated move, you lean further back into Atsumu - trying not to blush at the realization that you're sitting on one best friend's lap but completely drowning into the connection to other beside you - and you tilt your chin to glance up at the only one that can hold your thoughts hostage in a binding way. Even though you expect it, you're caught by the knowing look in his eyes when you find him already watching you back, both of you falling deep into the acknowledgement in each other's gaze.

You've clearly missed something though as the volume gets louder and your attention is pulled away, making the conscious choice to nonchalantly slip your hand from Rintaro's as you lightly lean forward again when Atsumu shifts.

"Of course, I can! Look, I'll show you right now!"

And before you know it, you're lifted up by the waist only to be deposited onto the only seat you really wanted, back when you had to move previously. Your entire body is thrown to havoc as, this time, its Suna's toned arm that curves around your bare waist, sliding against your sensitized skin and pulling you firmly to settle back into him without a single word.

You can't even comprehend that while Atsumu might have, quite literally in a sense, tossed you into the fox's den, there's nothing more alluring then the possibilities for how this can end. So you allow your tension to slip away as you relax back into your friend, whose thumb has now resumed its too recent pastime, except with new patterns played on the delicate skin of your waist and stomach.

When Rin speaks, you can quite literally feel the rumble in his chest, like the earth shifting and tilting you off balance with small tremors of sensation, to the point you almost miss his question, "What's that about?"

Suna supposes he should expect the look both 'Samu and Gin throw his way. Of all the people here, he's the one least likely to be unaware of what's been building right in front of him. But how can they fault his distraction when the reason for it is such an appealing temptation, and one he's now finally able to hold in his careful grasp, especially when he almost just felt you slipping away.

Gin, taking pity on his friend's obvious slip, answers, "What do you think? He's trying to prove that at least one person here won't name any traits of his as a personal dislike."

"Wow, he really likes a challenge." You let out a light laugh as you shift to look at Rin behind you, his smirk matching yours but something entirely different in the piercing light of his eyes. At this point, the two of you are already hopelessly transparent, so everyone politely ignores it when neither of you pull back to make further conversation.

Instead, when Suna speaks again, it's addressed directly to you in a low tenor, "Who doesn't?"

"I thought that would be you, no?" You're quick to reply with a teasing look at him.

His arm tightens around your waist before his next words, "I bet I can prove you wrong."

Your smile drops slowly as your mouth opens and then closes, searching for the words that have chosen to desert you. Rin just watches steadily, patiently waiting for your decision but filled with relieved elation when your hand finally rises to rest on his chest, resting just over his speeding heart.

Your next words almost trip over themselves with the sudden desire to reach his ears when Atsumu bounds back up to the tub, challenge momentarily forgotten because- "Dinner's here!"

The spell breaks as you tug both your gaze and your hand away, almost jerking in reaction as if you've somehow fused into him and need the extra force to separate from the magnetic pull.

You lift up quickly from the water with a cheerful excuse that you'll return shortly, avoiding the sardonic arch of Osamu's eyebrow and Atsumu's narrowed eyes. You can't even force yourself to meet Suna's gaze again just now.

Once you've put enough distance between you and the hot tub, you're able to finally dispel the building pressure and tension with a long, slow exhale, grabbing a fresh towel from the deck box to wrap around yourself before heading into your house.

Suna tilts his head back up to the stars, questioning if they're simply curious observers or maybe even mocking meddlers with timed disturbances, as he rubs his thumb against his now empty fingers. Missing the weight of your hand in his, pondering the perfect fit of your frame to his, and committing the silk of your smooth skin to eternal memory.

Fuck it. I don't want the memories.

Harshly lifting himself out of the water, he ignores his friends' questions and, without overthinking it for once, follows restlessly in your wake.

You've already directed the deliveryman to leave the takeout containers on the entryway table, paying and tipping him generously before locking the door behind him, when you hear the door to your backyard open and shut across the open space behind you. Thinking it's likely 'Samu, offering to help with the food so he can get to it faster himself, you're already gesturing towards the takeout boxes as you turn to face him.

You have only seconds to see Suna, dripping with water left in a careless trail behind him, before he's towering right in front of you. In a swift move, he curves his arm back around your waist to pull you up against him before capturing your lips with his.

The credit card in your hand drops to the floor with a faint clatter as everything fades around you except for the feel of Rintaro's mouth moving against yours, his arms tight around you as you melt into his demanding kiss. One of his arms loosens, hand sliding up along your spine before you feel a tug on the tie keeping your hair up in its messy bun.

As the strands escape to flow down your arched back, he captures them in a new constraint, leveraging his fisted grip in your hair to tilt your head and deepen the kiss. You find yourself carefully maneuvered as he moves forward into you until your back is hitting the door and then you're trapped between it's hard surface and Suna's unyielding frame.

Your eyes have long since closed as you feel yourself falling apart in the middle blocker's relentless embrace, so you're caught entirely by surprise when a throat quietly clears, followed by a familiar voice loudly exclaiming, "I knew it!"

You and Suna draw apart, not suddenly but slowly instead, as if waking from an exquisite dream that you both desperately wish would keep you in its grasp forever. There's barely a shred of space between you two and you lock eyes with each other momentarily, his peridot gaze trained on you as you each work catch your breath.

You're careful to clear your expression before looking over at the twins both standing there in mirrored stances, and with ironically identical, unsurprised looks on their faces.

When no one else speaks, Osamu states calmly into the ensuing silence, "Don't let us interrupt. We just came to see if we could help with the food."

"I called it! Didn't I 'Samu?" Atsumu's voice is smug with excitement and satisfaction.

"You sure did, 'Tsumu."

You exchange another look with Rin, yours unreadable and his searching for something more, before you address the twins. Or try to, because it seems like you're at a loss for words yet again. Suna's effect on you, it seems, stealing your words, breath, and heart, all in a single move.

"Do they know there's water everywhere?"

"I think they do."

The twins have picked up the containers and are already walking away, you can catch the movement in your peripherals but you don't move to follow them, not with your eyes or your physical self. Rintaro's made the final move to change this game that you both have been playing long enough, the least you can do is acknowledge his win.

So instead of turning away as you've so gotten used to doing, you reach up instead to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing his lips back to yours in an unspoken concession. You don't see his exhilarated smile as it tugs at his mouth, no, you feel it curving his lips as they return to press against yours once again.

This kiss is softer, gentler, a luxuriously slow celebration of your two hearts finally beating in sync, together as one.

A/N: This... one got me so much. It's based very closely on one of my own experiences which might have been why it just had to be Suna. It also took me so long as I wrote it over many separate days, coming back to it again and again. And the quiet middle blocker just kept taking over. There are still so many thoughts and moments remaining for this scenario, going wild in my head every time I revisit it. So many things Suna has left to say or do... No promises but, I suppose this might not be the end after all.

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cozy-neko · 4 years ago

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The Cherry On Top • 02 • 03 | Charity stream disaster • 04

Kenma checked his stream overlay one last time to make sure everything was set up correctly. The streamer was only ten minutes away from his scheduled 24-hour charity stream that Akaashi had set up for him in partnership with the energy drink company, Black Sheep. For every donation Kenma receives during his live stream, all proceeds will be 100% donated to help animal shelters in need of supplies.

For once, Kenma was actually excited about a partnership. As a lover of cats and raising three rescues himself, it wasn’t particularly a hard decision for Kenma to make when Black Sheep had approached him and brought up the idea of a partnership and a charity stream campaign in conjunction with the animal shelter Black Sheep was associated with.

That was why when his sponsorship with Black Sheep had been threatened by a rumor, Kenma ultimately made a public announcement to deny the rumor and personally reached out to the PR/Influencer team at Black Sheep to talk it out with them.

Now, three minutes prior to going live, Kenma’s phone buzzed multiple times. He glanced at the lit up screen and rolled his eyes. It was Kuroo who was blowing up his phone, and Kenma had a fairly decent idea of what the texts were about.

Last week, Kuroo and Kenma had met up with Akaashi and Bokuto for their monthly dinner meet up when Akaashi had mentioned Kenma’s upcoming charity stream.

“A 24-hour stream is too easy for Kenma; the gremlin routinely stays up at least 36-hours once a week anyways.” Kuroo let out a barking laugh as he flipped the meat that was grilling in front of the four friends.

“That’s besides the point, Kuroo.” Kenma rolled his eyes and leaned back in the vinyl booth. “I’m doing a charity stream. All donations I get during the stream goes towards the animal shelter that Black Sheep partners with.” Kenma made sure to slowly emphasize the word “charity” when he explained his upcoming project.

“You know, I’ve never seen Kenma so excited about a project,” Bokuto quipped as he eagerly tucked into his meal.

“It’s for a good cause and Kozume was quick to say yes,” Akaashi added as he flashed a small smile towards the flushed streamer. Kenma still wasn’t used to hearing people praise him, no matter how often he was always featured in esports commentary and articles.

“I have three cat rescues myself, so it was a no brainer,” he mumbled, averting eye contact. He opted to push around the burnt pieces of meat with his chopsticks around his plate instead.

“Aw, you’re embarrassed that you got caught being openly excited for your next project!” Kuroo smirked and nudged his friend. It was all friendly-banter, and Kenma knew that Kuroo meant well and was extremely happy for him, but he flushed harder as Bokuto and Akaashi chimed in to cheer on their friend.

“I’m just being a nice person. Maybe you should try it some day,” Kenma shot back.

“What do you mean?” Kuroo scoffed. “I’m always a nice person.”

Akaashi and Kenma rolled their eyes at Kuroo while Bokuto let out a good-natured laugh at Kuroo’s response.

“Hey, wait! You know what you should do to make your 24-hour stream more spicy?” There was a mischievous glint in Bokuto’s eyes as he waited for his friends to respond.

“Bokuto-san, whatever you’re thinking probably isn’t a go--”

“Drunk 24-hour stream!”

“Oh, nice!” Kuroo snapped his fingers and grinned his infamous Cheshire Cat smirk. Akaashi sighed and Kenma grimaced.

"I’m not going to take ideas from two drunks. And we barely sat down to eat, how are you two this drunk already?” Kenma wrinkled his nose.

Kenma unlocked his phone and quickly scanned through his group chat. Yup. There it was: a barrage of texts from Kuroo asking Kenma if he had his booze ready followed by a spam of suggestive eye emojis by Bokuto. Kenma was quick to notice that Akaashi had purposely chosen to ignore the group texts and offered no help in diverting the suggestions.

Kenma snorted quietly at Bokuto's message as he locked his phone. He looked up at the monitor to his right and read some comments that were starting to flood in his stream chat. He gave his camera a small smile and leaned back in his chair, answering some questions that caught his attention and saying "hi" to others.

Kenma usually liked to start his stream off rather chill by interacting with his viewers. After playing his music playlist and adjusting the volume, he finally announced his agenda for the day after a few minutes.

"Today I'm partnering with Black Sheep for a charity stream. It's going to be a 24-hour stream and we're gonna spend most of the time playing some League. All donations I get will go towards helping an animal shelter which you guys know I'm all for." Kenma paused as his donation notification sounded and his text-to-speech setting began to read the donation to him and his viewers.

"meowriachi donated $25: 24-hour stream? too ezpz kodzuken"

Kenma laughed and ran a hand through his messy half-up styled hair.

"I was telling my friends about today's stream and Kuroo said the same thing. Maybe in our next collaboration we'll do a longer stream if you guys want that. We'll also be able to have more fun and do more things, too."

Kenma was smart and sneaky. He always was. Kuroo did always say he was the brains of the team back in high school when they played volleyball together. Kenma was good at analyzing situations, and because of this strength, Kenma knew when to use certain words and situations to create benefits for him and his career. This was no exception. The streamer knew Black Sheep would be moderating his stream, so now the company had slight pressure to partner with him again if there was an in demand from his fans. And this was Kodzuken we were talking about. There was no doubt Kenma knew there would already be a second sponsorship in the works.

Kenma smirked. Easy peasy stream indeed.

Kenma loved his job. He truly did. It wasn't every day someone could wake up every day and actually look forward to going to work, and for that, Kenma was thankful. He was thankful that he had the skillsets to do well in competitive gaming and that he had a knack of being able to pick up mechanics of new games so easily. He was thankful that he had a fanbase that enjoyed his commentary and sarcastic humor, and a fanbase that supported and helped him build his brand from ground up.

Kenma knew he owed one-third of his success to his fans and another one-third to his own hard work and passion. But Kenma also knew he owed the last one-third of his success to his friends.

Not once did Kenma regret making Akaashi his manager; Akaashi had gotten him way more sponsorships than Kenma himself could've if he was still balancing streaming, content creation, and managing his own projects.

Kenma was thankful for Kuroo for always challenging him to step outside his comfort zone. Even when Kenma was irritated and didn't want to hear Kuroo's words of advice and encouragement, Kenma was still grateful for it all.

And Bokuto. Kenma guesses he can be thankful for Bokuto for always hyping him up when he needed it the most. Especially when he was extremely hung over from a night out of (forced) drinking and had barely ten minutes to wake up and set up his stream on time.

Yes, Kenma was truly thankful for his friends. But right now, Kenma wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill Kuroo and Bokuto for coming over to his house uninvited even after he warned them not to and for raiding his stream in real life.

Right now, Kenma was seething. One, he was in the middle of a very important sponsorship deal. Two, he was in the middle of a ranked game in League of Legends and he didn't want to lose his winning streak. And three, his two goofball friends had showed up to his house with alcohol and announced out loud to his viewers that Kenma would now be participating in a drunk 24-hour stream.

Kenma doesn't remember the last time he got this mad. What's worse was that Kenma's fans were all for it. His stream chat was getting spammed with poggers emotes, and it was difficult for Kenma to admit that he had been getting more and more donations ever since Kuroo and Bokuto had shown up and the alcohol was brought out. And because of that, Kenma had begrudgingly surrendered and cracked open a White Claw.

Except he didn't stop only at one; not if Kuroo and Bokuto could help it. And at only about 5'8" with a smaller build, Kenma unfortunately fell victim to being a lightweight. And with Kuroo and Bokuto, kings of being instigators, were there to egg him on along with his stream chat, Kenma downed can after can.

Just a little something to take the edge off a work week, right?

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→ kenma’s twitch stream took me 30 minutes to piece together 😪

→ if you see the same comments on kenma’s twitch chat twice... no you didn’t 😀🔪

→ also peep the stream title change 👀

→ kenma’s the type to use scuffed candids of his friends as their contact photos, but it didn’t work out too well. he actually respects akaashi enough to use a decent photo, and bokuto never takes a bad photo. ever. i guess kuroo’s the only one he can easily clown.

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starlight-starwrites · 4 years ago

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That was suppose to be on anon so ignore that last one Marcus growing up and I'm high school going to art museums with a shy girl who doesn't talk much and he developed a crush on her

i saw this and said ‘perfect. lets get some soft pining marcus pike up in this bitch’ and then i did. i think. (and trust me im def ignoring you. idk who you are). ((and im not saying that the reason marcus works in the ART department is bec of his first love, but...that’s exactly what i’m saying)).

-marcus still remembers you from time to time, even though its been, what? 25 years since he last saw you? he’s been through one divorce, one rushed and broken engagement. he doesn’t even want to think about the failed girlfriends. yet he still thinks about you.

-he’s always been a romantic, a sensitive kid. he gave the bullies in school as good as he got, but he had a kind soul.

-he blames that very soul for the reason he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

-you had gone to elementary school together. then middle school. he wasn’t even sure at first, but then, yes, he saw you in high school too.

-the two of you knew each other and were friendly, always saying a passing hello when you saw each other, not afraid to goof around together after school with a few friends. but he never really knew you.

-he guessed your favorite color from your backpack and the shoes you wore almost every day. you knew your favorite band in middle school when it seemed like all your friends could talk about. he knew the park that you would hang out at with your friends because he hung out there too. on the other side. with his friends.

-he always wanted to know more. wished that you wanted to know him too. but he didn’t know how to talk to you.

-you were quiet, though not nearly as sensitive as some people made you out to be. when you were younger, bullies had often gotten bored of you, and instead of being a target, you were usually left behind. you didn’t let it bother you, content with your books and your art and the few friends you actually liked.

-you remember marcus, the brave boy who couldn’t bear to see others being put down. you decided you liked him. he was nice to you, smiled in the hallways. sometimes you liked to think he liked you, but you chalked it off as wishful thinking.

-marcus really wished he could have told you he liked you. but he was awkward, and gangly teenager, and surely someone as pretty and smart like you wouldn’t be impressed. but when you were both in high school, and he...accidentally asked you out, he could have punched himself when he saw how easily you agreed to it.

-you had been in english class, were supposed to be working on a group project when somehow the subject of art had come up. he noticed the way your eyes flashed and a smile tugged at your lips, and next thing he knew he was nudging you into talking about what you thought, and you mentioned one of your favorite artists, and that jogged his memory.

-his mom had gotten some flier in the mail, some discount on museum admission. he remembered because she stuck it to the fridge saying the family should go and he rolled his eyes at the thought of being dragged around an art museum with his sisters and his parents over the weekend.

-but suddenly the thought of walking around a museum didn’t sound so unappealing. before he knew it he was telling you about it, saying maybe ‘we could check it out sometime. it sounds cool.’

-he wanted to hit himself. sounds cool. how dumb was he?

-but then you were smiling, tucking your hair behind your ear and agreeing. he couldn’t believe it. by the end of the day, the two of you already agreed on a day and time to meet. he didn’t want to have to ask his parents for a ride (he didn’t have his license yet but he sure as hell wasn’t driving you and his dad) but then he said ‘bike’ and you had just gotten a new one and it seemed like fate.

-you had thought about hesitating when marcus mentioned going to the museum together but...it was marcus. you’ve technically known each other since you were five. and maybe you really wanted to do something cool like this. was it a date? were you just friends? you didn’t even care at this point, it was progress.

-when marcus makes it home after school, he runs straight to his room, busy with ‘homework.’ he looks up the museum immediately, writes down the names of the displayed artists and looks them up too. he knows you take this stuff seriously, and if he finally has this chance to impress you, he’s not going to waste it.

-late that night when he satisfied he’s got a good background on anything that could come up, he remembers its only wednesday.

-next day in class he makes sure to sit directly next to you, unofficially assigned seats be damned. it’s a little gesture, but it speaks volumes. and when he walks out with you to your next class you think about it for the rest of the day.

-the two of you see each other in class, between classes as the next two days pass. neither of you are counting down the time til saturday afternoon. definitely not.

-when the time arrives, and marcus pulls up on your driveway, he finally feels the nerves. sure, he was nervous before, but it was excitement too. now the settling panic of going up to your house and talking to you was too much. but then he sees you coming from the garage, walking your bike next you and wearing the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

-and a dress. a really nice dress. well, casual enough, but you look nice and he thinks he tries to tell you that but it doesn’t come out right because you’re laughing at him, but then you say he looks nice too, and he feels underdressed now, but you’re already getting on your bike and adjusting your skirt and looking at him with a smile before asking “ready?”

-he has to put a lot of effort into not sounding like a loon. he settles for a smile and a “sure.”

-in retrospect, he should have considered that the place would be packed today. there was a flier that went out to the whole town for goodness sake. and its a saturday. in fairness, the line to enter didn’t take too long, but there certainly were a lot of awkward pauses in conversation that made it feel longer. you had your hands clasped in front of you. he kept his in his pockets.

-the exhibits were fine. he could tell you appreciated them, went up to inspect every single one. sometimes he joined you. sometimes he stepped back and appreciated you.

-he jumped in too, tried to bring up something he had studied. you smiled at him every time, even when he got it wrong. and it didn’t matter, because then you came right back and told him everything, explained it better than he had ever heard it.

-you talked to him and he would never forget it. with each piece, each fact you shared he felt like he knew you better. there was never an awkward silence after that.

-when you finally reached the new exhibit, it was packed. the two of you stood at the entryway for a few minutes, hoping that the crowd would thin. when only more people shoved their way in, you looked ready to give up.

-you offered to move on, take one last loop around before leaving. marcus wouldn’t have any of it. you wanted to see the display, it was a collection of female painters from europe, and he was going to make sure you did. besides, he couldn’t deny he had an ulterior motive.

-he reached over to grab your hand, clasping it tightly in his, before he gave you a boyish grin and dragged you in. he pulled you through the throng of people, making sure you were with him the whole time, getting you up close.

-he stood at your back as you looked, keeping you close and protected. you stood there, a hand still in his, and you didn’t even see the painting. all you could do was think about him. surely this was a date?

-he asks you about the paintings. you tell him the bare minimum and hope it’s okay. he’s been so great the whole day, you never even realized he liked the same things you did.

-you spend another half hour in just the one room, looking over each piece. he tries to share something again, but he got the name of the painter wrong. you correct him, but he doesn’t even care because you’re still holding his hand.

-you keep talking after that day. he comes after school to the art club sometimes, you take a history class together. trips to museums become a more regular thing, and so does going to dinner. he kisses you at your back door, runs away as soon as he knows you’re in safe. he remembers things were good.

-he had decided in middle school he loved you, but he swore he fell even harder that day.

-but he also remembers it doesn’t last. first you move, then he does too. there had been a couple of phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. he actually considers art school for a time, but between knowing his parents disapproval and his skills as an artist, he takes a different path, and art classes are just his elective. still he wonders if you went.

-even now he remembers you fondly. your ‘no care’ attitude on the outside, yet how deeply you cared on the inside. maybe it’s the idea of a first love that he keeps coming back to, even though he knows he doesn’t know you now. you come up in his mind, unbidden yet still welcome.

-he’s working when he sees you again. he’s been called to the national gallery of art--there’s been suspicions surrounding the transfer of an incoming painting from the louvre--and you’re there. you’re standing there, working, and he doesn’t even know what to think.

-you look as though you’ve barely changed. older sure, and your hair is different, you dress differently too. but he knows the shape of your face, the quirk of your lips. you even stand the same way, that little lean and jut of your hip.

-he doesn’t even realize he’s just standing there smiling at your profile until he hears someone call his name. and that’s when you notice him. you have only known one ‘marcus pike’ in your life, but you are surprised to hear it prefixed by ‘agent’.

-you see his back--broad shoulders in a trim suit, brown hair that is kept neat, but longer than the marcus you knew. he turns finally, and you see the beard. you can’t even be sure. there are some similarities to the boy you knew but...you meet his eyes.

-it’s him. it’s definitely him. you see the museum director still talking to him, but he’s smiling at you. you can’t help but smile back. you really hope he’s listening, because your employer is not very forgiving.

-your attention is taken away soon enough, but as soon as you both have a moment, he striding to you and you turn to him. he says your name like a question, as though he can’t believe its you. you respond with an amused “marcus” and it’s enough for him.

-he goes for a hug, and you happily meet him. then you’re both asking each other so many questions at once, neither of you can get a word in. its all laughs and smiles, and you learn that not is he just an agent, but an fbi agent in the art department. it might be the sexiest job you’ve heard of, right behind archeology.

-you tell him about yourself, how you’ve been in dc for the last 10 years, how you got this dream job restoring the famous works you had so admired. he’s proud of you, he says so. you don’t know how to ask if he has a family. surely he does.

-marcus finds himself looking at your hands all too often, but they’re blocked by the clipboard you hold. it feels so easy to talk to you again, even after all these years. as though you were the sort of friends that couldn’t be separated by time. when he finally catches a glance at your left hand, he feels relief when he doesn’t see a ring. it may not mean too much, but its something.

-he suggests lunch and you agree. you talk about work, the city, your pasts. it feels like putting on an old jacket that still fits. broken in and familiar. for the first time since his move to dc, marcus feels hope. if all the heartbreak he’d endured, all the blood and sweat he put into his job had gotten him nothing but a new, empty apartment maybe he’d still feel like he did. but now he knows you’re in dc, and he can’t help but think it’s fate.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #the mentalist #marcus pike deserves the world #and i really just implied that 'you' have a type and it's based off of indiana jones #bec lets be honest i kinda wanted my job to be 'archeology'#irl archeology is not as sexy im sorry to say #but you are a nerd #ask

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