#i mean i like him but i’m also like bestie grow a spine. but i also know if a gorgeous 7 foot martian who was richer than god proposed to me

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Okay I don’t know how this is going to work exactly but I’m not reading book synopses anymore, I’ve just decided

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I'm in love with this series!! Jay Todd, my beloved. Just, ah, the world building is so good, and the FEELINGS! Don't even get me started on the smut cause I was fr fanning my face. I talk about my fav parts below the cut!

Jay bursts into the bar, door hitting the wall with a crash, and oh fuck she forgot her helmet at home so she’s gonna have to do this as Jay, without the weight of the Hood’s legend behind her. Taking a deep breath she squares her shoulders and swaggers in.

Plsss, I'm swooning already. Love that she doesn't need the helmet to get shit done.

Jay goes to take the seat next to you but shoulder slams into a body. She turns and raises a single disdainful eyebrow that she knows for a fact has made grown men cower before. “You’re in my seat,” she says, low and bored.

Ah, I'm grinning! You can fr feel her confidence through the screen

Jay very conspicuously wipes the front of her leather jacket with a bar napkin. Looks him up and down and smirks. “I think your conversation was over 30 seconds after you opened your mouth. I bet a lot of things are over in 30 seconds with you,” she tells him coolly.

OOOHHHH!! Get him!! It's over for me. She has my heart and I'm buying her anything she wants

You grow more flustered at that and Jay rolls her eyes at Cala’s interfering. She lays a hand on your bare forearm to get you to stop tearing the napkin in your hands to shreds. “You’re not in any trouble honey,” she says, voice low and soothing.

!!! I've got heart eyes for this fr

Jay’s just so goddamned tempted to press her thumb into the hollow underneath your eyes, see if that’s enough to make the gathering tears of relief spill over. Wants to see your puffy bitten lips wrapped around her fingers rather than your straw. Time just gets away from under you two, Jay too enthralled with the way your hands move as you tell a story, you too drunk under her attention to bother looking at the time.

No notes. I love when two people are equally enthralled with each other

And Jay, Jay doesn’t really have a phone besides a collection of burners but for you she’ll keep one on her. “Could always use another friend,” she says slowly, hands her phone over to you anyway.

aw that's sweet but also only burners my girl? I worry for her lots

Your ensuing enthusiasm sets to right the last of her worries that you’d only offered out of obligation and she sets about monopolizing as much of your free time as she can get away with. Takes you to the movies, to museums, to lunch. Lends you her sweater, her umbrella, her helmet. Actually thinks about buying a second one with how much use you’re getting out of hers.

I've decided that they're married, your honor. Just, ah, I love how quickly they entwine into each other lives! Just finding your person and knowing you want to be with them all the time, do everything and anything with them.

How she’s come with the image of your tear-stained face, fingers buried in her cunt. It’s fine! Jay’s fine. Eventually she’ll learn to stop lusting over her darling best friend who looks up at Jay with such sweet trusting eyes, unaware of what an awful lecher she is.

Oh, it's so fine. They're absolutely just friends and there isn't anything more to it at all and they definitely don't see each other anything but platonic besties

“Oh what’s this, a party?” you ask, hair falling down the nape of your neck in a way that has Jay itching to brush it aside and kiss your spine.

I mean, I'd let her

“You hate the Jimmy Choos,” Jay reminds you. “Always complain they pinch your feet.” “Duh,” you tell her, pushing yourself up. “But they make my legs look like sex so I’m wearing them.” Jay has to swallow a couple of times at that, lost in the last time you’d worn them out clubbing and dragged her with you. Your legs had looked like sex, miles of long yummy skin only ending at your barely there mini dress.

AHH, I'm losing it over this interaction!! and all of it done in each others arms!! INSANE!! It really shows how comfortable they are with each other. I just adore friends to lovers

Your fingers come to her throat and slowly undo the buttons there until only a single button or two above her waistcoat remains done up. Satisfied with your work, you spread the material flat under your palms, right over the swell of Jay’s breasts. “I think you look really nice just like this,” you confess to her. Jay can barely breathe as she says “Fuck the tie, never liked ‘em anyway.” Your slow smile is worth it.

PLEASE! I'm drooling. Reader is better than me cause I would not have made it out of her apartment

Jay is secretly, privately glad that you don’t notice Dick’s eyes lighting up with interest in you as you come in to view. She’s very careful to stamp that light out with a scowl and pantomiming slitting his throat. He’s all charm and smiles when he’s introduced to you though Jay still stomps on his toes for good measure.

I actually love Jay's and Dick's sibling antics

“You just told Mr. Texas Oil Man that you’re here on a date,” Jay says, voice tight and frustrated at having to spell this out for you. “And we–” she gestures sharply at the two of you “–are not on a date.” Your face falls, voice thin and hurt. “We’re not?” you ask softly.

Misunderstanding of century!! But I am eating it up!!! Angst is my kryptonite

“You– you thought this was a date,” she says slowly. “You got all dressed up and wore the heels you hate because you wanted to look good. For me.” You hug yourself tightly and nod, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor.

owwww. The heartbreak. The humiliation. I wanna sink my teeth into it

“Yeah, Jerry,” Jay says, not sure where this is going. “Fuck that guy.” “Gerry short for Geraldine!” you practically howl. “I’ve been practically throwing myself at you ever since, I thought you were just being nice and not saying anything to hurt my feelings,” you yell at her. “I thought– I thought you were finally giving me a chance tonight.” You pant, chest heaving as you reveal this more vulnerable truth.

GERRY! just, oww!! All of this is ow. Fr the pain reads so real and I'm devouring every line

And fuck. Jay’s not about to let the best thing that ever walked into her life just walk right back out. Not without a fight. Eating up the distance with her longer legs, she reaches out and gently clasps your wrist. Turns you around and pins you the door by it, forces you to look up at her with wide teary eyes.

Swooning. This angst is so sick and twisted (but in a good way, I swear)

“Why don’t you tell me what you were hopin’ for with your one big chance, tell me how tonight was supposed to go.” Jay nuzzles the side of your cheek, inhales the sweat and desperation rolling off your skin.

CRUEL and UNUSUAL. I'll take fifteen

Swiftly Jay drops to her knees, so fast she barely recognizes the pain of it. Hooks your leg over her shoulder and starts rucking up your devastating dress to expose your panties. Moaning you scrabble at the door, her hair, anything to keep you upright and balanced.  “These,” she snarls, then licks a fat stripe across the thin fabric of your black lace panties. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on them since I first saw them.” You shiver, bury your hands into her thick hair for balance.

Plssss, chekhov's gun but it's the underwear I knew were gonna come back up. I looove it. And Jay being just as desperate has me feral!!

Spells her own name against your clit, brands her claim on you into your flesh as you wobble and whimper. Slick runs down her face as she grinds her nose into you.

hehe, The way I am giggling and twirling my hair

Jay bites down at the sensitive inner skin of your thigh and suddenly has to drink down the slick of your second orgasm. So her baby girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, she’ll have to remember that for next time.

I think I forgot how to blink reading this. my jaws on the ground

Pulls your skirt back down to hide the utter wreckage she’s made of your panties. Jay scrubs at her chin with her hand, then licks down all the sweet remaining slick she finds there. Grins felinely as you moan at the sight.

!! They're nasty and I love them for it

“I’m taking you home and I’m fucking you until either I pass out or the sun comes up.” “Okay,” you say, voice just verging on a whine. “That sounds better, actually.”

eee I'm obsessed with this!! The way I want to sink my nails into it and never let go. I looove they're dynamic fr. Sunnie you're actually feeding the Fem!Jason enjoyers soooo good 🥰💙

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

Part 1: Unexpected Faces in Familiar Places

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay makes a new friend, now if only she could be something more... tags: sexual harrassment, threats of violence, idiots in love, flirting, swearing, sexual tension, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 4.7k a/n: enjoy! i've been having a really shitty week (even before the election) so i scrapped my original intention to only post once it was fully written and decided to just share this with you all

Jay Todd has the shittiest day to cap off the shittiest week in what feels like forever. Her ribs ache from a hit on Monday that’s still not fully right and she spent most of the day chasing down one of her accountants that had the sheer fucking nerve to try and steal from under her nose. Her knuckles are bloody, she’s on the verge of a stress headache, and all she wants is to drink her goddamn drink in peace. Apparently that’s too much to ask for because she gets a call from Cala down at one of her bars about out of towners harassing the guests and now that just won’t do at all.

Jay bursts into the bar, door hitting the wall with a crash, and oh fuck she forgot her helmet at home so she’s gonna have to do this as Jay, without the weight of the Hood’s legend behind her. Taking a deep breath she squares her shoulders and swaggers in. Zeroes in on the two chucklefucks have that cornered a poor girl sitting at the bar. Notes the way she’s hunched over and pulling down the hem of her skirt to hide her skin from lecherous eyes. Cala buzzes around the scene trying to divert their attention away from poor little miss unlucky but it doesn’t work.

“–m not alone,” Jay hears you say as she strides towards the bar. “I’m waiting on a friend.” 

“That so,” the taller of the two men leer. “Well she can just join us too. Plenty of room for more.” The shorter man makes a crude gesture at his crotch and Jay sees red.

“There you are!” She calls out, shoulders past the men without even acknowledging their presence. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was a real bitch. Did you already order our drinks yet?” You look up at Jay with gratitude and something suspiciously like tears shining in your eyes. Fuck. You’re pretty.

“No I– I didn’t know if you were planning on driving so I just waited,” you play along. 

Jay goes to take the seat next to you but shoulder slams into a body. She turns and raises a single disdainful eyebrow that she knows for a fact has made grown men cower before.

“You’re in my seat,” she says, low and bored. The man’s face starts to go a horrible shade of red that clashes terribly with his hair.

“So you think you can just butt into a private conversation, bitch?” He snarls, spittle flying.

Jay very conspicuously wipes the front of her leather jacket with a bar napkin. Looks him up and down and smirks.

“I think your conversation was over 30 seconds after you opened your mouth. I bet a lot of things are over in 30 seconds with you,” she tells him coolly.

He opens his mouth to respond, vein pulsing in his forehead but the cock of a shotgun stops him. Cala, blessed Cala, had finally had the distraction she needed to grab the shot gun from under the bar and she is using it to maximum effect.

“Out!” She thunders, waving the shotgun in the men’s faces. “Out and don’t you ever come back. This is one of the Hood’s bars, we’re under her protection and there’s gonna be hell to pay for this.”

Enraged the larger one goes to yell back but the shorter one grabs at his shoulder. Whispers at him to look around at all the hostile faces, the other regulars getting to their feet and cracking their knuckles. Tails between their legs the two nuisances scamper out.

Jay nods at Cala and she calls out “Next round’s on the house!” to the cheers of the room.

Job taken care of, Jay goes to leave when a hand around her wrist, just catching her under the hem of her jacket, freezes her in place.

“Wait!” you call. She turns to look at you properly, the wobble of your lip and the shortness of your skirt from where you’re no longer tugging it down. “Please? I just– I’m worried they’ll be waiting outside for me. I was supposed to meet a date here but they bailed on me and now I have to wait for the next bus to come. Would you stay with me for a bit? Please? I’ll– I’ll buy you a drink for the inconvenience.” And well, Jay always was a sucker for a damsel in distress.

“Sure,” she says, slinging herself lazily back into the bar chair. “It’s no inconvenience but I’ll take that drink. Whoever he is, he’s gotta be mad for standing a pretty girl like you up.”

“Oh um,” you fluster at her words. “Thanks?”

Cala sets down Jay’s usual order for when she’s driving in front of her and refills your drink. Waves off your fumbling with your wallet with a “It’s on the house, chérie. Our apology for the bad night. Besides,”  she nods at Jay “the Boss Lady would not let you pay if you tried.”

You grow more flustered at that and Jay rolls her eyes at Cala’s interfering. She lays a hand on your bare forearm to get you to stop tearing the napkin in your hands to shreds.

“You’re not in any trouble honey,” she says, voice low and soothing. “Just needed a little help, that’s all. Now my name’s Jay and I own this little establishment. Why don’t you tell me a little something about yourself too?”

You stutter and start through your own self-introduction, mascara long eyelashes fluttering at all the attention. Jay’s just so goddamned tempted to press her thumb into the hollow underneath your eyes, see if that’s enough to make the gathering tears of relief spill over. Wants to see your puffy bitten lips wrapped around her fingers rather than your straw. Getting you to talk about yourself seems to work though, familiar territory slowly evening you out. You’re surprisingly witty when you’re not flustered, someone fun to have a conversation over beer with. Time just gets away from under you two, Jay too enthralled with the way your hands move as you tell a story, you too drunk under her attention to bother looking at the time.

A stray notification catches your attention, interrupts your story about how this bar wasn’t even in your bottom five. You roll your eyes at the sender name.

“Jerry,” you answer Jay’s inquisitive look. “Apologizing for standing me up, for all the good that’ll do.” With a flourish you tap at your screen, smile and say “Blocked.”

Jay can feel the corners of her eyes crinkle up in return, simple joy and approval for you cutting the trash out of your life. Not that she’s really entitled to an opinion on it. Your smile lasts a half second longer before suddenly descending into panicking, fumbling out your phone and chanting no no no under your breath.

“I missed the last bus,” you breathe out, eyes wide. Jay’s brain stutters at that, there’s no way you’ve been talking together for four hours. Cala catches her eye and jerks her head up at the big clock hanging over the bar. Fuck. It really has been four hours.

Jay knocks back the last of her beer and stands, extends a hand out to you to help you hop off the bar stool that’s just the wrong side of too tall. Even in your heels Jay’s still got quite a few inches on you.

“C’mon,” she says. “It’s my fault you were out so late, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She leads you outside to where her bike is parked, your palm still in hers.

“I don’t have an extra helmet so you just take mine okay?” She says, putting it on you.

“We’re– we’re going on that?” you squeak out, surprise rendering you docile.

“Yep,” she answers, already straddling the bike, thighs flexing. “Hop on and hold on tight.”

Jay more feels than hears your scream as she revs the engine and takes off, corners maybe just a little too fast to be anything other than showing off. Too soon she pulls up at your front door and already she mourns the feeling of your arms wrapped around her middle. She gives you a hand to help you off the bike again and nearly buckles at the brief glimpse of the black unlined lace panties she sees under your skirt as you swing your leg over the bike. The two of you stand there facing each other, moment stretching out until a car backfires a few blocks over.

“Well, I guess I should get going, “ Jay tells you reluctantly.

“I’ve got work in the morning,” you respond, still not moving. “Wait! D’you want my number or something so we can do this again? Not the first bit obviously, but maybe drinks? Maybe coffee next time?”

And Jay, Jay doesn’t really have a phone besides a collection of burners but for you she’ll keep one on her. “Could always use another friend,” she says slowly, hands her phone over to you anyway. Grinning, you see her off into the night, taillights dissolving into darkness.

Jay calls first, asks about coffee with too much casualness in her voice. Your ensuing enthusiasm sets to right the last of her worries that you’d only offered out of obligation and she sets about monopolizing as much of your free time as she can get away with. Takes you to the movies, to museums, to lunch. Lends you her sweater, her umbrella, her helmet. Actually thinks about buying a second one with how much use you’re getting out of hers. Bitches with you about assholes at work – not that she gives you the full story – and bemoaning the state of customer affairs. Makes you dinner at her apartment and makes a spot for herself on your couch. Worms her way into every corner of your life without regret because you’d tell her if her presence was unwanted. Right?

Leave it to Jay to come back from the dead and still fall in love with a straight girl. Dick teases her about how far she’s willing to bend over backwards for ‘just a friend’ and Jay has to show her teeth and snap back that at least she has some. Has to cover up for the fact that her sanity is hanging by a goddamn thread thinner than that single string that had tied the open sides of your top together that one afternoon, revealing bare skin and the hint of a breast if you leaned just right. The way she almost walked into a wall when she realized you weren’t wearing a bra the first time she came over to your place. How she’s come with the image of your tear-stained face, fingers buried in her cunt. It’s fine! Jay’s fine. Eventually she’ll learn to stop lusting over her darling best friend who looks up at Jay with such sweet trusting eyes, unaware of what an awful lecher she is.

A gala invitation has Jay wishing she could shoot lasers with her eyes and incinerate it. Her eye twitches with annoyance and you snatch it up out of her hands before she can stop you.

“Oh what’s this, a party?” you ask, hair falling down the nape of your neck in a way that has Jay itching to brush it aside and kiss your spine.

“A stupid one,” she answers, not really paying attention.

“But you’ll have to get all dressed up for it! Please, please can I come over and watch you get ready? You never get dressed up,” you pout.

Even with your whining and pouting, Jay can’t help but think she’d still have a better time at the gala with you by her side to distract her from pointed glances and whispers. She sighs. Wait.

“There’s a plus one on that invite,” she tells you nonchalantly, studying your face in her peripheral vision. “You could come if you want, get all dressed up too.”

You stiffen at the question. “You really mean it?” you whisper, hardly daring to breathe.

“Course, but only if you want to,” she offers. You squeal, clutch the envelope to your chest and tackle her.

“It’s short so I’ll probably have to rent a dress and oooh I need to think about makeup, maybe a bold lip? Oh! And I can have another excuse to wear the Jimmy Choos...” you babble in her arms.

“You hate the Jimmy Choos,” Jay reminds you. “Always complain they pinch your feet.”

“Duh,” you tell her, pushing yourself up. “But they make my legs look like sex so I’m wearing them.” Jay has to swallow a couple of times at that, lost in the last time you’d worn them out clubbing and dragged her with you. Your legs had looked like sex, miles of long yummy skin only ending at your barely there mini dress. You prance around the room pulling down dishes for dinner and Jay sighs, melts back into the couch cushions as she listens to you chatter a mile a minute about how excited you are.

Jay’s really, really regretting her impulsivity by the time the gala rolls around a few days later. In all her excitement about not going alone for once, she’d forgotten that this meant she’d be going with you. With you, all dolled up and mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

You knock at her door earlier than she’d expected from you when a fancy event is involved and has to do her very best not to drop her jaw on the floor. Gorgeous green silk pools around your breasts in a daring cowl neck, the fabric clinging to your curves, draped to exaggerate them. Skims the plush sides of your hips before falling straight to the floor, a daring slit revealing the warm bare skin of your leg ending in those heaven sent Jimmy Choos. Jay stares, knows she stares for a beat too long but there is quite literally no force on earth that could tear her away. You start to squirm under her attention, still standing half in her doorway.

“That bad, is it?” You laugh self consciously, start to cover your cleavage with your hands. “I knew it was too much.”

“No, no it’s just enough,” she rasps, standing back to let you in. You brush past her so close she can smell your perfume, can tell you’d broken out your special occasions scent in the nice glass bottle. “I just need to fix my tie and do my hair and then we can go.”

“Do you need the tie?” You hum, stepping into her space. Grabbing a hold of one of the loose ends, you tug it out from where it’s tucked under her collar and drape it over the couch. Your fingers come to her throat and slowly undo the buttons there until only a single button or two above her waistcoat remains done up. Satisfied with your work, you spread the material flat under your palms, right over the swell of Jay’s breasts. “I think you look really nice just like this,” you confess to her.

Jay can barely breathe as she says “Fuck the tie, never liked ‘em anyway.” Your slow smile is worth it.

“Can I do your hair too?” You ask shyly.

“Don’t see why not, I was just going to do a ponytail,” Jay shrugs. Delighted you push her down onto the couch and start pulling bobby pins out of your purse. “Wait did you plan this?” She asks.

“A girl should always be prepared for the best outcome,” you tell her primly as you stand behind her and finger comb her riotous hair.

Quickly you separate out a deep side part and Jay memorizes the feeling of your hands in her hair. Hands twisting and pinning, you’re done in only a few minutes, handing her the little mirror out of your clutch to admire your work. Softly Jay touches your work, the way you’ve slicked back one side of her hair and made the waving curly mess look artistic and purposeful.

“Thank you,” she says, making eye contact with you in the mirror. She means it, means it for more than just fixing her hair but for everything else you’ve done since stumbling into her bar and her life all those months ago.

“It’s nothing,” you tell her, hands suddenly occupied with the mechanism of your purse. “We should probably get going, right?”

Jay drives the two of you to the venue in a really nice car you’ve never seen before. She waves away your questions with a tight, “My dad won’t even notice it’s missing.” She parks at the end of the red carpet and the doors haven’t even opened yet but you can already see the camera lights flashing. You look at her, suddenly nervous because you’d vastly underestimated how important this event was. She turns to you and smiles, grips your hand over the car console.

“Hey,” she says, all softness. “Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I’ll head off the vultures, you just hold onto me and enjoy the canapes, okay?”

You nod, and then suddenly she’s opening up your door, hand extended to help you out. The lights are blinding, flashing so fast the afterburn never gets any time to dissipate. Pasting on a smile you cling to Jay’s strong arm, rock solid even under all her suit layers. Paps shout and scream at you to look their way and you can barely hear them over one another.

Eventually the two of you make it through the front doors of the hotel and you gasp like you’ve been drowning. Rubbing your shoulders Jay moves to cover you, cuts off the private moment from prying eyes that seek and skitter.

“Is it always like that?” You gasp. Fighting to regain your balance.

“Unfortunately,” she says with a rueful smile. “But that’s the worst of it over, now we can really enjoy the night.” Gallantly she offers you her arm and you accept it gratefully, her elbow brushing up against the swell of your breast as you walk.

She introduces you to the night’s hosts – her family – with a whispered apology in your ear. Jay is secretly, privately glad that you don’t notice Dick’s eyes lighting up with interest in you as you come in to view. She’s very careful to stamp that light out with a scowl and pantomiming slitting his throat. He’s all charm and smiles when he’s introduced to you though Jay still stomps on his toes for good measure. She doesn’t know what possesses her to, but she wraps a proprietary arm around the small of your back as she steers you around the room. Helps you to crystal flutes of champagne that make your nose twitch at the carbonation and warns you off the most disgusting canapes.

Jay has just chased down the waiter carrying the mushroom and cheese quiche bites you’d fast declared your favourite when the two of you get roped into a very stilted conversation with some of the fat cats the Waynes are currently trying to drain dry, for charitable reasons of course. She’s tuned out the conversation while she piles all the best looking bites onto a plate for you, horrifically uninterested in whatever Mr. Harold J. Carson, esquire had to say about the Texan economy. She cottons on to something being wrong as your hands tense up around her arm and your laugh gets ever more brittle.

“That’s a very kind offer Mr. Carson–”

“Harold, please,” the great mustached walrus harumphs.

“–Mr. Carson,” you bravely soldier on. “But I’m here on a date and I hope you’re not implying that I’m the type of woman to two-time someone.”

He turns an ugly shade of puce and sputters at the implication, society matrons chuckling behind their glasses at his terrible blunder. Sensing an opportunity, Jay grabs you by the arm and starts leading you away.

“I do think our presence is needed by my family elsewhere,” she says, vowels Diamond District clipped. Her grip around your fingers is strong, tighter than it’s ever been as she leads you down a hallway and into an unused meeting room. Her breaths are coming heavy as she drops your arm like she’s been burned, deposits the plate on the empty table. Jay knows if she speaks now, her voice will shake and she will not have that. FUCK. Fuck, she was supposed to have this under control by now. She’s not your keeper, she’s not gonna stand between you and happiness but fuck it hurts to be used like a ticket into someone else’s bed.

“Jay,” you ask cautiously. “Are you okay? I really wasn’t going to take him up on his offer, I’m telling the truth, promise.”

“Why’d you come with me as a friend when you were already invited as someone’s fucking date?” Jay spits out, unable to contain her jealous anger and pacing to try and burn it off.

“But you invited me,” you answer her, voice trailing off in confusion.

“You just told Mr. Texas Oil Man that you’re here on a date,” Jay says, voice tight and frustrated at having to spell this out for you. “And we–” she gestures sharply at the two of you “–are not on a date.”

Your face falls, voice thin and hurt. “We’re not?” you ask softly.

Jay has to stop pacing because wait what.

“You– you thought this was a date,” she says slowly. “You got all dressed up and wore the heels you hate because you wanted to look good. For me.” You hug yourself tightly and nod, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. “But you don’t even like women?” And it’s less a painful fact she knows now and more of a question. 

“We met because my date stood me up!” you exclaim.

“Yeah, Jerry,” Jay says, not sure where this is going. “Fuck that guy.”

“Gerry short for Geraldine!” you practically howl. “I’ve been practically throwing myself at you ever since, I thought you were just being nice and not saying anything to hurt my feelings,” you yell at her. “I thought– I thought you were finally giving me a chance tonight.” You pant, chest heaving as you reveal this more vulnerable truth.

“Oh,” she says stupidly, suddenly forced to re-contextualize her entire life for the past few months. You dash an angry hand at your tear eyes and turn to go.

“It was my mistake,” you tell her voice thick with emotion.

And fuck. Jay’s not about to let the best thing that ever walked into her life just walk right back out. Not without a fight. Eating up the distance with her longer legs, she reaches out and gently clasps your wrist. Turns you around and pins you the door by it, forces you to look up at her with wide teary eyes.

“Oh sweetheart,” she croons and you shudder. “Bet you’ve been feeling like I’ve been treating your real raw lately.” She cups your face in her hand, smoothes her thumb over the high plain of your cheekbone. “Why don’t you tell me what you were hopin’ for with your one big chance, tell me how tonight was supposed to go.” Jay nuzzles the side of your cheek, inhales the sweat and desperation rolling off your skin.

“We were– we were supposed to dance,” you confess, head falling back against the door. 

“We can still do that,” she says, curling her fingers into your hair and pulling. She grins at your swift inhale.

“We were gonna dance an’ then, then you were gonna take me home.” You breathe out, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Was that it baby girl?” She asks. “Playing it a little safe for your one night fantasy, weren’t you?” Jay lets go of your wrist to rest her hand on your shoulder, large hand pressing down on your collarbone.

“Was gonna kiss you goodnight,” you whimper, shivers running across your skin. Slowly, so slowly you can make out the ticking seconds hand of the big clock on the wall, Jay leans in and carefully slots her mouth down over yours. Sucks gently on your bottom lip before releasing it with a sigh.

“Like that?” Jay asks. “You were just hoping for a sweet little kiss on the mouth?” Her own breathing is ragged.

“No–o,” you gasp. “Was hoping– was hoping you’d kiss a little lower too.”

Swiftly Jay drops to her knees, so fast she barely recognizes the pain of it. Hooks your leg over her shoulder and starts rucking up your devastating dress to expose your panties. Moaning you scrabble at the door, her hair, anything to keep you upright and balanced. 

“These,” she snarls, then licks a fat stripe across the thin fabric of your black lace panties. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on them since I first saw them.” You shiver, bury your hands into her thick hair for balance.

“They’re my– my lucky date underwear,” you gasp into the air. 

“And you were hoping to get lucky tonight, weren’t you baby girl?” She coos up at you.

Biting your lip, you nod. Jay sets about tearing your underwear to pieces with her teeth. Your thighs tremble around her ears and she slams your hips back down against the door. Spreads your lips open with calloused fingers, presses a light kiss to your clit in greeting before she starts making out with your pussy. You howl and sag, trusting her to take the full weight of you as your knees turn to jelly.

Jay eats you out with enthusiasm and she eats you out with experience. Does this thing with the slick thrusting muscle of her tongue that has you gasping and begging for more. Can feel the heel of your shoe digging into her back, urging her own, begging her to fuck you harder. Spells her own name against your clit, brands her claim on you into your flesh as you wobble and whimper. Slick runs down her face as she grinds her nose into you.

Sucks your clit, hard, just a hint of teeth as she spears you open on a thick finger. Twists and curls it against your slick wet walls, lets herself affectionately get acquainted with your cunt. Scissors you open with two fingers just to watch your head bang back against the door, eyes shut and tears streaming down your face. Sets an uneven rhythm with her fingers and tongue that has you moaning and trying to ride her face for more. Finger fucks you with wet, squelching vigour as you quiver and shake, walls tightening up as you careen towards climax. Starts putting pressure on your rim with a third finger just to tip you over the edge of it all, pleasure making you stupid. Jay bites down at the sensitive inner skin of your thigh and suddenly has to drink down the slick of your second orgasm. So her baby girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, she’ll have to remember that for next time.

Gently, she takes your trembling thigh off her shoulder and places it back onto the ground. Pulls your skirt back down to hide the utter wreckage she’s made of your panties. Jay scrubs at her chin with her hand, then licks down all the sweet remaining slick she finds there. Grins felinely as you moan at the sight.

“Hoping for a little something like that, honey?” She teases.

Vigorously you nod, head bouncing back and forth like a bobblehead, words still fucked out of your brain. She holds out a hand to you – not the one that’s just been buried knuckle deep inside you – and clasps your hand in her own.

“C’mon, let’s go home then,” she tells you airily, leading you back through the maze of the building.

“But what about the party?” you ask, mascara still smeared around your eyes.

“I don’t care,” Jay bites out. “I’m taking you home and I’m fucking you until either I pass out or the sun comes up.”

“Okay,” you say, voice just verging on a whine. “That sounds better, actually.”

“Good,” Jay smirks. “Because it wasn’t a question.”

series masterlist | part 2

[bbyseok]

today, tonight, tomorrow

pairing: dabi/todoroki touya x reader

cw: touya just needs some love, redeemed dabi au, pro hero reader, gender neutral reader but dabi does call reader pet names like “doll” and “gorgeous” here, housewife dabi if you squint, some swearing, i go into detail way too much but he makes me soft, suggestiveness from dabi obviously, tiny bit of angst if you squint again, but overall mostly fluff

analysis: despite his troubled past and what it holds over his head, you show touya that he has a future with you. that he has today, tonight, and tomorrow.

a/n: a gift for my bestie <3

———

touya isn’t used to going outside in broad daylight. frankly, he doesn’t like it either. he doesn’t like going out at all, actually.

eyes that cast sharp glances at him, whether accusatory or simply curious, whether they knew of his past deeds or were simply taking in his appearance—it’s something he decided he’d do his best to avoid.

and when he does venture out into the outside world that was not your living room, he likes to adorn hoodies or long sleeved shirts. he stays rather close to your side, hand grasping yours or lingering over your shoulder. he tends to whisper into your ear lowly when he wants to tell you something. you might even get a kiss or two on your cheek—but he limits the amount of attention you two might attract when out in public.

touya is just like that.

but you wouldn’t have it any other way. it’s what makes touya, touya obviously. his preferences and details are the things that you adore. simply because you aren’t too sure of the last time someone’s been so.. considerate for him.

so you buy oversized hoodies for him to fit into, you hold his hand a little tighter than you need to for subtle reassurance, you tilt your head his way when you see him lean in. you sneak in your own kiss after his lips brush your cheek delicately, satisfied with the slight crinkle of his eyes that show when he smiles a small smile at your action. it’s the little things.

you’re okay with the little things. but sometimes, you wanna make sure that he knows. that he knows that you’re okay with everything, that he’s cherished, that he has a place with you.

touya doesn’t like going outside. but you think you can come up with something.

————

your career as a pro hero means long days and nights. either tough hours out in the field not knowing what danger you could be going in, or even tougher hours of drilling through mountains of paperwork.

you’re grateful that you can be a pro hero, of course—but weekends? oh, weekends are paradise.

it’s a late morning. the dainty sunlight coming in through the window is growing steadily but it’s fine—weekends meant sleeping in. scarred knuckles caress the round of your cheek. right. weekends also meant sleeping in with your white-haired boyfriend. (did i say weekends are paradise? scratch that, i meant heaven.)

you open your eyes the tiniest bit to find him propped up against the pillows on the headboard, his knuckles still against your skin as he watches you rise from your slumber. normally, you’d tease him for being a creep, but you can see the subtle awe in his features.

“i’m not dreaming, am i?” he mumbles to himself. like he doesn’t believe you’re real.

your heart swells and you lazily open your eyes all the way, meeting his soft gaze. “good morning to you too, love.” the words aren’t above a whisper, trying not to startle him.

his hand stutters against your face anyway, and he blinks in temporary surprise. he seems a little embarrassed that you heard him but he brushes it off easily.

you shift and a small shiver runs down your spine at the sound of touya’s voice. “good morning, gorgeous.” it’s rough on a daily basis, but in the morning? it’s almost enough to make you stay in bed during your workdays.

you reach up and grab his hand still tracing figures over your cheek, brushing your lips against the rough skin there. “breakfast?” you propose, trying to stifle your giggles as he shifts back down to lay with you.

“later,” he huffs, turning and cradling you close as he buries his nose into your neck. his hair tickles your chin but you don’t really mind.

like this, you let touya know he has today with you.

————

after a long, grueling day of hero work, seeing a certain blue-eyed man standing at the kitchen counter with the takeout you asked him to order during the way home, you’re pretty sure you’d be happy to have such a sight every day.

(he can’t cook for shit—he’s also not allowed to cook. he had tried being funny one time when you were actually trying to conceive a meal.. and ended up almost exploding the stove and burning the entire kitchen down. there’s an unestablished rule of ordering takeout when it’s his turn to bring food to the table ever since.)

“touya,” you hum in greeting, instinctively grinning once you meet his cobalt gaze. he’s already heading around the kitchen counter towards you with a grin that can match you own plastered onto his face.

you had showered and changed back into your civvies at your agency—with the recent chill in the air, you have to start bringing heavy jackets or coats out now to work. before you can shrug it off though, his rough hands are doing it for you. he presses a kiss on your forehead, murmuring a, “welcome home, doll,” against the skin there.

you sigh. it’s definitely a welcomed contrast from the your labor of the day—hero work by no means is an easy and smooth job. but touya softens the day with his tender touches. your coat slips off your shoulders and he throws it over the back of one of the dining table chairs before he’s dragging you to the kitchen.

“was about to call you, y’know,” he informs in an amused huff, teasing and all, but you’re not really listening. his fingers feel really nice in yours. “you were taking too long to get home. i might’ve eaten all the food by myself.”

when he sits you down at one of the stools, you answer as you rummage through the small selection of food, “you probably should, you scrawny ass.” (you’re kidding. mostly.)

he throws a napkin at you.

as you break out into a fit of giggles and apologies, you’re unaware of the fond smile he throws you. before you dig into your meal, you clear your throat and glance at him. “but really, how was your day, love? did the takeout dude give you any trouble?” (it doesn’t happen too often nowadays, where the person delivering food gives your boyfriend a hard time. but when it does, you’re sure to give the manager an earful.)

“my day was fine,” touya hums in response, also beginning to eat. “real boring without you, doll. as per usual.” he then quirks a brow at you, a hint of a smirk toying at his lips. “i definitely could be doing more fun things with you around.”

you can feel your cheeks heat up and you nearly choke—even though you should be used to his innuendos, you’re not. still, you see it fit to deadpan him once you swallow down your bite. (you’re trying to eat, dammit!) “you did not just say that while i’m shoving food into my mouth.”

he snorts loudly at that and when he opens his mouth to say something, most definitely another innuendo sprouting from your words, it’s your turn to throw a napkin at him.

this time, he laughs. (people laugh—it’s a normal thing part of life. but when touya laughs? it’s special, because usually you’re the only one who gets to hear it.) “alright, alright, doll,” he relents, chuckling roughly, “‘m eating.”

you huff in amusement. “you better, you twig.”

he lunges for you and you scream, unable to escape his grasp as his slender fingers dig into your sides in a sudden attack of tickling. his raspy tone takes on another delighted laugh and dinner is almost forgotten. (it might’ve been because the tickling led to a makeout session, but dinner is almost forgotten all the same.)

like this, you let touya know he has tonight with you.

————

you wake touya in the dead of night.

he’s all low grumbles and mutters as you stir him from his slumber. “touya, love,” you coo at him, brushing the white tufts of hair from his drooping, barely open eyes, “i wanna show you something.”

he peels an eye open to peer at you, albeit sleepily. “yeah?” he shifts, fumbling for one of your phones that had ended up on one side of the bed. when he checks the time, he grunts and stares at you with a questioning look. “you wanna show me something?” he pauses and double checks. “..at 2 am?”

when he sees you nod seriously, he blinks. “fine.”

after making sure both you and him are bundled up—it’s cold out there—you lead him outside and into the car. it’s not a long drive, and he surprisingly doesn’t ask too many questions along the way.

you pull into the parking lot and it’s no doubt that you’re in a park—there’s fields, a bike trail or two on the side, and a playground set not too far off in the distance. still, you pester him to be patient once you’re out of the car.

“y’know, i’ve done my fair share of shady things in my life, doll, but i didn’t think i’d be this much of an influence on you,” he snickers as you grab his hand and start dragging him along one of the paths.

you roll your eyes and scoff but find yourself grinning at his comment. “oh, hush you. i’m no lawbreaker.”

touya clicks his tongue. “yet.”

your laughter carries out on the slight night breeze, and he thinks it’s perfect. he doesn’t know exactly where you’re leading him but if he gets to hear you laugh like that, he thinks you can lead him anywhere.

by the time you’re halfway up the trail, it’s cresting over a hill. nothing too small nor big, but once you reach the top, you can see the majority of the park. however, that’s not what you want him to look at.

“look, touya,” you breathe, puffs of air coming out before you because of how cold it is. “i came across this spot during one of my night shifts but.. the sky looks so nice from here. the stars are so pretty.”

he follows your gaze to see the night canvas. the stars are simply shimmering dots that wink down on you both, with the moon and its silver lighting completing the picture. and then he glances back at you.

“yeah,” he agrees softly, his fingers flexing in yours. “they are.”

touya doesn’t like going outside in broad daylight. but in the moonlight—its paleness engulfs you and you look as if you’re an ethereal being. like you hold the light of the world in your hands. and he thinks to himself, that maybe he can start liking going outside, if it means seeing the stars in your eyes.

like this, you let touya know he has tomorrow with you.

[ickymichi]

—A GUIDE TO MATSUKAWA ISSEI!

by yours truly, issei’s luver

summary: just hcs of issei, and all about him!!

warnings: nuthin major really!

note: these are all true cause i know cause i’m isseis luver. but this idea somehow came into my head and i can’t leave my room cause we have de covid so i might aswell get a few things out!! enjoy! <3

mymattsun 2022. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated xx. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

—MUZIC!¡

FAV GENRE(S)- R&B, rock, hiphop, funk

FAV ARTIST(S)- eminem, megan thee stallion, mötley crüe, ABBA, adele, playboy carti, greta van fleet, guns n roses, beyoncé,

— FAMILY FIRST!¡

momma’s boy(the good kind), 1 younger brother, 1 younger sister, ded beat dad.

v close with his family <3

spent most his teen years looking after his siblings as his mom was a bartender in the local bar and worked night shifts.

his dad wasn’t in the picture for majority of his childhood, but got back with his mom, had his siblings now sees them on weekends. but still acts like issei doesn’t exist. (we don’t like isseis dad in here >:( )

his moms irish n his dad is japanese (personal self indulgent hc 😇)

big ass family on his moms side. i’m talking grandkids upon grandkids and his moms got 3 sisters n 2 brothers.

issei’s actually the oldest grandchild, the next after him was born 3 years after him but he’s still just as close with them all.

—HOBBIEZ!¡

volleyball in hs obviously but he also grew up with a love for basketball. him and makki grew up playing on the street (also hc him and makki as childhood friends n neighbours:) )

plays the guitar! and he’s really good at it!! and he can sing to but gets embarrassed doing it infront of people.

imma say it, my boys a stoner. look at him!! him and makki!

did it a lot as a teenager then kind of pulled back a bit when he first moved out n got a job, but then realised how tiring adulthood is and picked it back up. especially since him and makki have their own place. (also hc they live together timeskip:p)

gamerrr😩 nah but he spends hours on the play station with makki sometimes u just gotta b like. “issei let’s take a break” before the controllers on the neighbours kitchen table.

fav games r probably cod, ff7 and fnaf(he grew up on it k?)

—INK & NEEDLES!¡

but he has both his first lobes done and usually just wears plain balls in them or diamonds. also has his right helix, left tragus.

on his face he did have his lip done as a teen but took it out when he hit his twenties. kinda misses it. but ones he still has are his nose and left eyebrow. and then also has 1 nipple done.

and tattoos. he definitely has over 25 altogether but some of his favs are:

he has the classic mom in a heart tattoo on the inside of his bicep. roman numerals of his moms bday and his.

has a naked girl on his right ribs that has “killer kat” written on like a sash under it. in honour of him loosing his virginity to a crazy bitch named kat.

has a butterfly on the top of his spine

on his right forearm he has a snake wrapped in thorns going around his arm, but worked his other ink around it.

has lost on his left calf and found on his right in that like gothic font.

has a strawberry on his arm dedicated to his bestie <3 makki has a cigarette for issei (he wasn’t happy bout that.)

and then finally has “ibiza 2019” tattooed on his ass cheek from a seijoh 4 holiday.

—GENERAL!¡

all round chill guy, loves to be that friend that you can relay on. so his place growing up was the place, and now his own apartment is the place.

ik everyone says it but mf gets lazy like, i know it’s saturday but that don’t mean we gotta lie in bed till 1:30pm kay baby? hell then suggest laying on the couch instead.

he could finish a whole netflix series and some more in a day like it’s light work.

but aswell, he could literally wake up one morning, clean his whole house then wait for you or makki to wake up then drag you on a hike. like where’s this energy when needed??

issei has convinced himself he has the best sense of style out of the seijoh 4. in his mind it goes:

issei-> iwa-> makki-> oikawa.

he hasn’t let kawa live down those shorts..

he has a habit of playing the same song whenever he walks to the corner shop by his building. he has it blaring in his headphones and sometimes he starts singing aloud.

also he’s an unREAL singer btw

he also has a habit of walking around naked, claiming it’s more liberating.

he can play drums and guitar!! he used it as a way to distract himself when he was younger and really wanted to be in a band. still thinks he could but doesn’t wanna risk it y’know?

[heyyallitssatan]

(I’m sorry this wouldn’t all fit in the tags)

Okay so just my opinion on a way it could go down

(Very long post under the cut)

A Uchiha clan lives au

Sasuke is an honestly really happy an positive/optimistic kid (I’m gonna compare his attitude to canon Naruto’s) but occasionally we get to see moments where we realise how much pressure he’s under from his parents after his brother disappeared and never returned (in this au itachi couldn’t complete his mission to kill his clan and so he ran away from the village in the dead of night and became a rogue shinobi, no one ever found out why so they just assume he’s either dead or a deserter, either way Sasuke becomes the only son and his father puts all of his high expectations on him and he’s struggling with his allegiance to his clan and village a lot like itachi), kakashi will still be team sevens sensei (he is exactly the same trauma filled mess he is canonically, and as such he is a train wreck with train wreck students but hey it works out in the end, but also he still has the one sharingan, but he has to teach himself to use it because the uchiha clan hates him for stealing obito’s eye and they don’t think he deserves it, so they hate him and treat him worse than scum, they petition the hokage to Sasuke moved off his team because of his but third refuses in one of his few half decent acts, so Sasuke and kakashi have some issues but get over it eventually) (side note: itachi was once asked by the clan to steal Kakashi’s eye because they were together in anbu, in a rare show of spine from itachi he refuses, citing how valuable kakashi is to the village)

Naruto (who will be red headed because I said so and they said all of the uzumakis have red hair and I’ve decided he should too, it also increases his relation to negative later on and I want even more obvious parallels between them) has his canon backstory but the bullying took a lot more of a toll so he has a lot of sasuke’s canon attitude, aloof but also just kind of angry and mean, (maybe here he also knows why the villagers scorn him, or at least has put together some context clues from how he’s treated, and he knows getting angry will only make him more like nine tails, so he spends a lot of time trying to repress his emotions so they just blow up later)

Sakura stays basically the same, except she doesn’t have a crush on anyone, so some of her craziness and jealousy aren’t really present (she’s still kinda boy crazy, but it’s like a new guy every week and no one can keep them straight, she kind of grows out of the weekly crushes eventually as she becomes more serious about her training) so she seems more chill in that regard, acting a lot more like an irritated sibling with both Sasuke and Naruto (inner Sakura is definitely a thing, mostly just a way more extreme version of her current frustration) and she’s a lot more of a girls girl because her and ino were never driven apart so they stayed besties forever (she still cuts her hair just as a pledge to start training harder and keep up with everyone and has nothing to do with Sasuke, ino does it with her in camaraderie)

Inoshikacho stays exactly as they are because they are wonderful perfect babies and I love them (without the Sasuke crush for ino)

For a little bit of spice, neji and hinata switch so that hinata is older and more experienced like neji as the next hyuuga heir, and neji is younger and trying to learn from hinata, he’s still branch and she’s main, but he’s okay with the fate laid out for him as her protector but hinata isn’t, she absolutely fucking hates the idea of him dying for her and she regularly fights her father about it, it’ll get to the point where neji dies for her in the war and hinata is so devastated that she comes home and completely changes the family structure, finding a way to disable the crest/seal on their foreheads and declares that both families are one equal one now and everyone can get over it, her father fights her so hard on it until she reminds him of his brothers sacrifice and he relents to let her do as she pleases

On that note, team gai and team kurenai switch places, so kurenai is the older team that held back a year from the exams and all of them are older and only slightly more experienced than the others (also, in this au, Shino was taken to the root instead of his cousin, he eventually leaves to become part of kurenai team while technically spying for danzo but he quickly decides he likes these people a whole lot better than the root, kakashi recognises him from his time in anbu and gives kurenai and warning and uses his old anbu contacts (Yamato) to get him officially transferred to lord thirds anbu and then discharged so that he’s officially a genin with team kurenai), their personalities (besides hinata being a lot more confident and not crushing on Naruto) stay the same, team gai is a year younger and leaves school with the rest of the teams, and their dynamics are pretty much the same (except neji being less proficient and still learning and a little less cold and angry, though still somewhat with some of the coldness that comes with being part of their clan)

So some additional story notes

Because Sasuke isn’t traumatised the same way, he doesn’t run with orochimaru, choosing instead to stay a learn from kakashi in spite of his fathers orders (kakashi also knew a fair deal more about itachi in this au, so eventually he tells Sasuke what really happened on that mission and Sasuke resolves to hunt down his brother, his team refuses to let him go alone, so kakashi convinces Lord third (who is still alive for a bit because orochimaru had no reason to come destroy the leaf if he isn’t recruiting Sasuke) to make it an official mission to track him down. Along the way they find tsunade when one of them gets injured, and Sakura bullies her into training her, so they leave and travel around while tsunade teaches her medical ninjutsu and Sakura definitely doesn’t pick up her gambling habit (she’s way more subtle about it tho) and tsunade sees Naruto and the fox chakra thing and recommends jiraiya and then helps them track him down, and they convince him to train Naruto and they disappear for a bit to mount miyoboku (Naruto is really reluctant to leave Sasuke but he does after Sasuke convinced him to go) where he finally learns to talk to kurama while he controls nature energy, he already found out about the fox and what happened from kakashi, and when kakashi found out he wasn’t being taken care of he was more than a little angry about it, (he didn’t know because he basically wasn’t in the village during his anbu tenure and when he was he was avoiding the shit out of his mentors kid because he was expressly forbidden from talking to him about the incident or who his parents were because he was told it would help him have a normal childhood, lies lies and more lies, kakashi eventually apologised and explained everything he knew and told him stories about both of his parents and how they helped raise him and he gave him every picture and note and everything he could dig up of them, Naruto felt like he really knew him after that)

So then it’s just kakashi and Sasuke on this mission to find his brother and they do, as part of the akatsuki, itachi wants nothing to do with his brother he abandoned or the captain he disappointed, luckily for him they are easily pushed away by mean words (kakashi didn’t believe that shit talk for a second) and he explains that after he left he had to do something, and he thought the best way he could protect the village was by infiltrating the akatsuki and finding out what they were up to, they’re after all the jinchuriki including Naruto, Sasuke vows not to let them get him and they go back (itachi stays to continue collecting info) and find him to tell him what’s happening and why he has to stay hidden for three years while he trains

Sakura returns with lady tsunade in tow and tsunade is convinced to take over the position of hokage after third dies peacefully in his sleep (no one can prove that isn’t what happened /hj)

So now we’re basically on track with the series and it will play out pretty similarly (no one besides the konoha twelve really change all that much, except itachi I guess) only Sasuke is with the village so orochimaru is a player in the game but he’s kind of background and just another antagonist to deal with

It all plays out basically how it happens in the show after this, Naruto is still definitely the main character even if my post is mostly about Sasuke I promise

What Would You Do With the Konoha 12?

I’ve mentioned before that I’ve attempted to rewrite Naruto in the past and one of the first blockades I found was, surprisingly, how many different interesting directions the different characters could be taken in.

Let’s take Sakura Haruno for example. Would you keep her a medic ninja, a genjutsu master, a wood release user, or something else? Would you lean into how emotional she is or would you make her less sensitive over time? Would you make her a civilian child or from a prominent clan like Sasuke and Naruto? Would she keep Inner Sakura? How would you handle her rivalry with Ino, if you keep it, and her motivations? How would you handle her relationship with Sasuke? Would you lean into her femininity or make her more of a tomboy? Would you make her more like Naruto like in the original or would you try to make her more of the earth to Naruto and Sasuke’s sun and moon or some secret third option? And there are many more questions and decisions you could make with her character and role in the story, of course.

Because there are so many options for all of the Konoha 12 (plus others, but let’s not get in over our heads), I’m curious to see what choices different people might make. And now that I have an account on a very creativity-driven website, I can ask. So,

What would you do with/How would you write the Konoha 12 if you were rewriting Naruto?

[youareinlovees]

hiii i just send you the creative writing so uh only reply to this ask if you didn't get the other one by some chance and i'll send it again :D

Thank you for your service bestie 😁 I think it might be easier if I put it under a cut but omfg I'm obsessed with it and the dynamic is so spot onnn wtf

Hiiiii I bring you a gift!! I hope it's good, I don't really post my ~creative writing~ and this is my first time writing these two so hopefully, it'll suffice. Also ironically I think they may be one off the longest things I've written. Anyways ////

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As he approaches the Belfast rental that served as his temporary home for the next few months, he can't help but smile. For the first time since they started filming he not coming home to a vacant house. Instead, this time, he's going to be coming home to his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.

He's been looking forward to this all day, barely able to focus on blocking and script reading with the thought of her just blocks away weighing so heavily on his mind. It certainly didn't help that he had spent so much time the night before looking through her photos at the Brits. She had looked absolutely radiant, her beautiful features perfectly accentuated by her lovely outfit.

Gosh, he's so obsessed with her. She easily occupies much of his thoughts on a near-daily basis and whenever they were together he can barely get enough of her. They've been apart a few days now and even that was slowly killing him. He needs her. Need to be near her, to touch her, embrace her, kiss her soundly. And the fact that he's about to be able to do so makes his heart swell with joy.

Opening the front door, his heart beats loudly as anticipation grows in his stomach. "Honey, I'm home." He quips.

Immediately he's greeted by a white and brown fluff ball scampering around his feet. Chuckling to himself, he bends down, scooping the excitable cat into his arms.

"Hello there Benjamin."

"Well someone missed his daddy." A warm voice floats across the room and he looks up, a grin forming at the sight of his lovely girlfriend.

Benjamin squirms in his arms and he releases the fluffy cat before striding across the room. His hands land on her arms, covered by gray fabric that's soft to his touch. "I hope he wasn't the only one."

With a cheeky grin, she presses up on her toes, lips meeting his as her arms loop around his shoulders. Her lips are warm and soft and feel like home and he revels in her touch.

"He wasn't." She breathes after pulling back slightly. Her blue eyes flutter open, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes and he's fairly certain he falls even deeper in love right then and there.

Their next kiss is far shorter, though the passion is still there. Finally, he glances around the room and then back to her, eyebrow cocked. "Bring enough boxes?"

She follows his gaze and then laughs. "It's five months, babe, I have to be prepared."

He chuckles and goes to reply when her eyes light up. "Oh! And I set up my recording gear in the guest room. How does 'Kitty Committee Studio," She cups her hands, as if miming parenthesis, "(Belfast, Ireland)' sound?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "It sounds like you've been busy."

Her shoulders bounce up as she gives a little shrug. "A bit. I'm really excited for this chapter of our lives and I don't mind having a few crazy days if it means getting to spend more time with you."

A smile breaks across his face, his heart swelling with joy. She always says the most romantic things, things he couldn't even dream of saying on his best days-- though she's quick to disagree with him, citing his stint as "William Bowery" as evidence-- the writer in her popping out in all facets of life. He loves that part of her, seeing her mind at work as she pours her heart out, representing her inner feelings with the most beautiful sounds. It means a great deal to him that she loves him enough to express it so wondrously through her music. He's not sure if he can ever repay her for those amazing sonic gifts, his platform far less diaristic than hers, but he certainly tries his best to show her just how much he appreciates and loves her each and every day.

"What's that face for?" She asks and he realizes he's been gazing lovingly at her far longer than what would ordinarily be considered comfortable.

"I love you." The words slide off his tongue easily, an outcome of saying them for the better part of almost five years now but they hold the same weight, the same truth, every time he says them.

She beams, her eyes twinkling. "I love you too."

He kisses her soundly and then squeezes her hand. "Also congrats on being a Global Icon winner, love. We should celebrate."

"Oh yes! I'll get the wine." She nods and begins to head into the kitchen when he grabs her hand. It's a gentle yet firm grip and there's an amused look on her face as he pulls her into his arms.

His voice is low, a suggestive tone to it as he raises an eyebrow. "That's not the type of celebrating I had in mind."

"It's not?" She questions, tilting her head but he can see amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You're a Global Icon now, I think I need to pay my respects." He tilts his head, moving ever closer to her until their noses bump together, lips barely touching. He can feel her breath on his skin, smell her woody perfume. She's so close yet not nearly close enough. "Can I do that?"

She nods, skin brushing against him. Desire for her courses through his veins and with that simple gesture he finally gives in to it.

Their lips crash together, caressing and pressing against each other. His hands are in her hair, long blonde strands tangling between his fingers. She sighs breathily into the kiss and then he's met with her tongue swiping against his lips, a silent question of permission which he is quick to grant.

He can feel her hands on his biceps, fingers squeezing around his muscles before loosening and running up over his shoulders and to his neck. In turn, his hands slide down her back, slipping under the loose bottom of her shirt, his fingertips gliding over her hips.

Their kisses get a little bolder, a little more desperate, and soon he's pulling away from her mouth and kissing down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there. Her soft, breathy moans serve to spur him on and he sucks roughly on her neck, causing her to groan loudly.

He spends a few more minutes kissing across her neck, down to her collarbone, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers tighten in his hair, gently pulling him away from where he was kissing dangerously close to her pulse point. "Babe... No more teasing."

He gives her a devilish grin and then his lips are back on hers, frantic passionate kisses until they're both absolutely breathless.

Taking a small step back, his eyes scan up and down her body. "Get undressed." He tries to command but she merely smirks and gives him a wink.

"Make me."

A devilish grin crosses his face seconds before he surges forward, kissing her once more as his fingers pull on the hem of her shirt. The second it's off of her, he can feel his heart rate spike at the sight of her lacy black bra. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it will always send a bolt of energy racing through his core.

"Gorgeous," He breathes, bending down to trail kisses right above the fabric.

She utters a soft "ding" which causes both of them to chuckle. Her laughter soon dissolves into a moan as he expertly unlatches her bra and pulls a nipple into his mouth, his hand going to cover the other one.

He massages her breast softly, hand moving in sync with his mouth as he sucks long and hard. Her fingers glide through his hair, nails occasionally scratching across his neck, causing a shiver to run up his spine. After a moment, he switches up his tactic, his teeth grazing against her nipple as he rolls her other one between his thumb and forefinger.

Her moans grow louder and louder and the next thing he knows, she’s pulling at his shirt, trying to take it off him. He obliges, his fingers going to hook into her waistband in turn.

She's completely naked a second later and he can feel his pants growing tighter at the sight. His hands wrap around her biceps, gently guiding her to the couch as her hands stroke across his now bare chest.

"Sit." He urges her and she obliges, sitting down with her legs pressed together and a playful smirk dancing across her lips.

Chuckling to himself, he kneels down, placing his hands on her knees and his chin on top of his hands. Gazing up at her, he takes in everything. Her blonde hair falling across her shoulders, the amused cock to her eyebrow, the freckles splashed across her skin. Everything about her fills him with an indescribable joy.

"I'm really proud of you." He says after a long quiet moment.

Her playful smirk morphs into an adorable, breathtaking smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek. He returns the look before turning his head and placing a kiss against her palm.

"I love you," Comes her quiet voice, laced with adoration.

"I love you too." He ducks his head, placing a kiss on each of her knees. "Now... let me show you just how much."

Sliding his hands down between her legs, he gently pushes them apart. He weaves his way between her thighs, one kiss at a time, drawing nearer and nearer to where he knew she wanted him most. And then he pauses, mere inches away, and begins to kiss back up her leg. She lets out an annoyed groan, cupping his face in her hands and not so gently guiding him back.

Chuckling, he slips his hands beneath her legs, hooking them up over his shoulders. He pauses again, looking up at her. Their eyes lock and he gives a little smile before leaning in and placing small kisses around her clit. There's a gasp, followed by a soft whimper and he can't help but grin, his kisses becoming deeper in turn.

His tongue flicks between his lips as he travels down between her folds, giving an experimental taste. He can feel himself grow harder as he realizes just how wet she is.

And it's all for him.

With that final thought, he focuses all his energy on making her feel good. His tongue continues to slide in and out of her, tasting her with fervor. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her whimpers turning to low moans as he moves.

And then he pulls away slightly, glancing up at her. Her chest is heaving, eyes half-lidded, and her lips hang open ever so slightly.

"You're beautiful," He finds himself breathing and she squirms a little as the air from his mouth brushes against her core.

If she's going to respond, he certainly doesn't give her a chance, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly.

Taylor shouts his name, her fingers clenching in his hair. He barely notes the pain, however, hand flattening on her stomach to hold her in place as he concentrates solely on her uninhibited cries of pleasure and the contracting muscles beneath his mouth.

A second later, he slides two fingers inside of her, moving slowly at a pace he knew would torture her. His fingers reach as far as they can-- which in his case are very far-- and he gives them an experimental few pumps. Her walls flutter around him and he smiles-- mouth still on her clit-- and begins to stroke her walls, still sucking on that little bundle of nerves.

Her ankles lock around his back, thighs squeezing his head, keeping him in place. He can tell she's getting close, her moans increasing with frequency so he doesn't let up. Rather, he doubles his efforts, sucking and stroking, harder and faster.

It's sexy, so sexy and he looks up, maintaining eye contact with her even though her eyes are barely open. He can hardly see the blue peeping from below her eyelashes. The whole image is enough to make him come undone and he groans, the sound vibrating from his chest.

Her heels dig into his back, a long moan that morphs into his name tearing from her lips as she comes undone. He doesn't stop, still moving in order to draw her orgasm out as she twitches and writhes above him. Eyes never moving from her face, the whole sight imprinted in his brain, memories forming to torture him in the dead of night or on long trips away from her. But he doesn't mind, the occasional distance only serving to make the reunion that much sweeter.

Finally, her body sags and he moves away, trailing soft kisses up and down her thighs and over her hips. Her fingers brush through his hair, pushing it away from his face and then trail down to stroke across his beard. He's sure he has her coated all around his mouth so he licks his lips, glancing up at her to see that she's smiling.

"I love you," are the first words out of her mouth, causing him to drop another kiss on her hipbone.

He rests his chin against her stomach, a small smile on his lips. "I love you too. I guess it was good then?"

She laughs and then beckons him upwards with one finger. Obeying, he pushes himself up, crawling along her body to hover over her.

Cupping his cheeks, she laughs again. "It was amazing. Thank you."

Now it's his turn to laugh, turning to nuzzle her hand. "Anything for a Global Icon."

She tilts her head, cocking an eyebrow. "So you'd do the same for Elton John or Robbie Williams?"

With a chuckle, he shakes his head, "No, I like boobs too much."

"Oh is that all?"

"Yep." He ducks his head, peppering kisses over her chest as if to prove his point.

She cups his cheeks again, guiding his face back up to hers. Her face is twisted in an exaggerated pout, pink lip jutting out and he half-heartedly resists the temptation to pull on it with his teeth.

"Really?" Her tone is innocent but he can see the cocky look on her face and he loves it.

They're silent for a long moment, each party daring the other, a silent dance of who is more stubborn. But the strain in his pants is almost too much to bear, her smug looks not doing him any favors, so he relents. "No," He places a quick kiss against her lips. "I like you far too much to consider doing anything with anyone else ever."

"Good," Her hands slide up from his cheeks to hook around his neck, "Because you're all mine."

"Indeed I am."

Their lips meet again, this kiss far more passionate than the last. Tongues dancing together as their hands glide across each other's skin, exploring and scratching.

Pretty soon he feels her hands on his waistband and then the button on his pants being popped. Pulling back slightly, he gives her room to pull down his jeans and then boxers, sighing with relief as he's finally released from their confines.

Kicking his pants from his feet, he returns to kissing her, hands sliding up and down her sides. He groans loudly into her mouth as he feels her hand wrap around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes just how he likes it. He has to stop kissing her to grit his teeth. God, if she keeps doing that he's going to cum any second now.

His hand wraps around her wrist, stilling her movements. "Couch or bed?"

"Couch," She says without hesitation. "I want you inside of me now."

She lies down longways and he climbs on top, hovering over her. Grabbing her thigh, he guides her leg to hook around his waist, her other one following in suit.

His dick slides across her clit, the action causing both of them to moan and a moment later he pushes inside of her. Her mouth forms an open "o" as he moves in slowly, eyes never leaving her face. She's wet and warm around him, a perfect fit. It's like they were made for each other.

He moves slowly at first allowing both of them to find their rhythm. It gives him time to suck on her neck or her chest, little ways that will add to her pleasure. But pretty soon she's urging him to move faster, thrust harder and he's all too happy to follow her commands.

They move together, him building up speed as her ankles lock behind him, pushing him in even closer. Their moans echo together, unintelligible aside from the occasionally uttering of each other's name. Her nails claw down his back, too short to leave a mark but the action still arouses him even more.

He's close-- so close he can barely think straight-- but he's determined to get her there first. Hand slipping between them, he begins to rub slow circles on her clit, the action causing her nails to dig in further.

As his hand speeds up in time with his thrusts, she yanks his head down to kiss him only to tear away seconds later as her body convulses and she cries out.

Her walls clamp down around him, so tight he nearly collapses in surprise. A few thrusts later and he's a goner, body twitching as he cums.

When he can finally see straight, she pulls him down next to her, snuggling into his chest as they lie on the couch, hot and sweaty from their actions.

"Welcome home, darling." He mutters into her hair, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

She hums in response, tilting her head to kiss him.

He has a great feeling that these next few months in Belfast are going to be quite fun.

[wisteriavines]

obscurity

my hero academia prompt:

I don't have the motivation to write it out neatly, so here it is in bullet points & for the purpose of this prompt, I will be using she/her pronouns for the main character

quirkless oc is our main character

she does not have big dreams or aspirations; is rather laid back about everything

the only reason she applied for UA is because some kids said she couldn't do it & oc is known for doing things in pure spite

she's accepted in Gen Ed 1-C

she & shinso become friends through the power of being outcasts and having cats

oc is chronically sleep deprived -- some teachers suspect that even aizawa gets more sleep than she does

her life is just full of coincidences

like, no officer she didn't know that the man that tried to mug her yesterday was an arsonist

or that her middle school best friend that went missing half-way through third-year is now a serial killer

if you haven't already guessed, the arsonist was dabi

he threatened quirk use against her but oc just had one hell of a bad day and was not impressed

like dude, that's old news, figure out a new threat and try again later

also, she’s kinda broke. all she has in her pockets are some coins she found in between the seats of the bus she took

“Look, I’m not gonna criticize the way you go about mugging people, but wouldn’t it be better to take my groceries too?”

the best friend turned serial killer won't stop stalking her

yes it's toga himiko

no she isn't going to report this to the police

they made a pinky promise in first year about not turning on each other should they become villains

you don't break a pinky promise

that's like treason

she'll call the cops on dabi though, no problem

she'll even use the taser she's allowed to carry against him

“I won't hesitate, bitch."

oc is directionally challenged -- Zoro from One Piece Bad

it's how she meets izuku, by somehow finding herself in his neighborhood

some old middle school bullies have him cornered and oc starts a fight the moment she hears "quirkless"

izuku has to drag her away from the unconscious and twitching bodies

he is very afraid because oh my god, are they dead - you didn't kill them did you?

oc is a mess, evidently

i would say that's fine but it's not because oc has another bestie from middle school that enables her

bestie is a nonbinary oc that likes pranks and mechanics

they follow oc into UA because they had nothing better to do

they're in the support course, class 1-H with hatsume

the two of them set an entire classroom on fire once

they've been banned from working together (not that it stops them)

shinso would like to know what the hell he just got himself into

“Why are all your friends dangerous or scary?” “…but you’re not dangerous or scary?”

oc does not see what the problem is

her mother does though

but like that woman is lowkey toxic so

believes quirkless to mean fragile

oc literally can't ride a bike anymore because of one scrapped knee

also the mom kind of wants to control everything in oc's life

oc's older brother is an asshole (affectionate)

her dad is rather willowy (derogatory)

the dad needs to grow a spine and the mom needs to see the error of her ways

the brother has moved out for college so like there isn't much going on with him

anyway, oc is just in the middle of things without knowing and generally not caring when she finds out

she meets the rest of the league and has opinions on them

specifically: kurogiri is a literal god-send of patience and tomura needs to fuck off with his daddy issues because she has enough of that on her own & from interacting with dabi

also, this "sensei" guy is kinda sus and why is no one else seeing that?

idk what the timeline is at this point but

oc & bestie act as support for shinso in the sports festival

oc backs out from the third event because ha no thanks

again, being directionally challenged, oc gets lost and somehow hears todoroki's whole tragic backstory

she is unsure what to do with this information

but decides to go to izuku (they're friends after the whole disaster of a first meeting) on how she can help

no one knows how, but "help" ends up with kidnapping todoroki

not that he minds, it's kind of fun

also somehow, oc convinces todoroki to dye his hair and change his name

class 1-A takes it stride and aizawa honestly doesn't want to know

he does get to know, though, because oc spills the beans to the principal accidentally

aizawa is now a protective and mad dad

shinso has resigned himself to his fate of somehow always getting involved by the second visit to the principal's office (don't ask about the first visit)

lets skip through the timeline to the eri arc (i'm calling it that)

since she is "associated" with the league, chisaki knows about her

he decides to kidnap her because she's quirkless and "clean"

oc should, logically, be afraid

she is not

she is furious instead

because what the fuck why is there a little girl here with multiple scars on her arms and legs

if someone from the league doesn't kill chisaki, she will

as you can see, oc has grey morals

somehow the league of villains turn into the league of vigilantes

they blame oc

all for one is not amused but he’s a fried potato head so his feelings are invalid

Discontinued Writing

Line Divider credit: @rookthornesartistry

[violetvenom]

What’s wrong with Quackerjack in DT17 in my opinion.

I don’t make a secret about it how much I dislike the DT17 style and hey, it’s okay if you disagree and the majority likes it. It’s a preference after all.

But I already saw how fans got attacked by other fans for simply not liking DT17. This is childish and pathetic behavior...I won’t accept that. Be better than that.

Now for all those who are curious why I think so, let me pin it down a bit.

When my bestie showed me the newest screens of the appearance of the F4 I didn’t know what to think first. Now after I literally stared at the one with Quackerjack long enough I think can explain what on that style..on him... bothers me so damn much.

I totally understand how all the fans are hyped and trust me, I would love to join that hype...DWD get’s some love after all those years and this is great....but I simply can’t. I look at the show...I look at screencaps... and I only can find mistakes after mistakes which not only bothers me but make me very sad and hurt my lil’ fan-heart. :(

Just look at this:

I circled the main things which I can’t wrap my head around.

Why did they not fill in the fool’s cap between his eyes?

It’s clearly something the changed on his design since the white gap is visible in every sneak-peak of him. But that’s not how his -or any other fool’s cap which covers the eyes- work...

Also what is going on with the edgy emo eyeliner? I thought we left this behind in the 00s? And eyebrows OVER the fool’s cap?

And do the animators actually know how a ruff works? It looks like Quackerjack has some kind of plate around his neck and not something out of fabric.

Look at the difference in the DWD cartoon:

That thing is made out of fabric and MOVES with the shoulders. Depending on the fabric it moves more or less, but it would never behave like a plate!

Back then they sure made their homework about such details. Those details make cartoons lively in the first place. That’s why I think DT17 looks overall very stiff. And that everything is so angular sadly doesn’t help with it.

And speaking about details...why are the folds in his pants missing in the first place? That’s also not how his pants work.

Also that pose in the robot (Why does it even look like him? His robots ALWAYS were toy inspired. He is not that narcistic!) is so bad I‘m not even sure how to redline this mess. I tried..I really tried but...I can’t! How does Quackerjack need to break his arms or dislocate his shoulders to make that work? It seems a part of his upper right arm is even missing!? Where is his elbow...where is the rest of his upper arm? And since the ruff behaves like a massive plate and Quackerjack’s left arm is coming from behind..it looks like his arm is way much longer than the right one and seems to grow out of his back!? @_@

And while I wrote this I noticed the screenshot of his first cameo isn’t that better. What are those arms? Why does he have the stature of Bernd das Brot?

Also why is his (and of the other F4 members) design in the art style so inconsistent? The most notable change is the beak. You can see without a second glance it got changed. I can’t even say it changed for the better or got worse since I overall think the beaks are drawn ugly in DT17.

I mean, changes can be good and sometimes are needed but usually you create a character sheet long before the cartoon is even created and then all animators stick to it. I just can wonder how consistent it will be between the scenes if the special comes out.

I can’t even really compare it to the old cartoon since back in the days a lot more studios were needed to draw and animate a cartoon. So don’t get me wrong. I’m totally aware that stuff like this happened back then:

Same characters, different episodes but same studio.

Yes, even the same studio couldn’t be consistent between the episodes, but they managed to somewhat be it in the episode itself.

So why does this bother me with DT17 so much, when even back then they couldn’t get their shit together and be consistent? Easy..it’s because back then everything was drawn and animated by hand. It was a lot more effort. Back then they couldn’t just use paste and copy. There was no eyedropper tool to get the right color quickly. There were no programs who can break down a model to seperate their parts so you can animate their limbs easily. There were no programs for simulating facial animation or lip-syncing. Everything was much more complicated. I don’t say animation became easier but it became different. That’s why it’s hard to compare old cartoons with new ones in some aspects.

But since cartoons nowadays are most solely made on computers...why are color mistakes still happening?

I want to believe this is a ref to the purple hand recolor mistake Quackerjack also had in the original next to several others because that would be hilarious. But seeing stuff like this

destroys that belief.

One would assume that such mistakes get reduced with all that modern computer programs, but it doesn’t seem so. Tbh color mistakes and wrong layering is something which I can forgive easily, but not breaking a characters whole anatomy and change his overall appareance to such a degree you just can wonder how this is supposed to be the same character. I look at DT17 Quackerjack and see Quackerjack but also do not see Quackerjack at the same time. It’s like my brain full on goes “this is Quackerjack...wait no...this is more a manic Quackerjack imposter with dwarfism but not the real deal.” and this each single time I look at him. The way he is shown to be portrayed actually makes it worse.

@raeloganthesonic06fangirl​ jokingly made a post how he got his spine finally fixed, but isn’t that terrible posture one detail why we loved that dork in the first place? :(

Also his facial expression. He already had a major character shift once.

...sure there were reasons but the comics were another can of worms I won’t open in this post here now. And pls don’t get me started on how ridiculous it is how Silvani draws his beak.

I just can hope DT17 will at least get his character right but...

This

looks more like

than

😟

[redxblueihateloveyou]

hi, just wanted to say that i’ve always loved your rinharu posts! regarding s3, i feel that naturally everyone has the right to be annoyed bc the pacing was horrendous. imo they either should’ve made ikuya’s arc shorter or taken up the entire season for it (as ironic as it sounds) bc with the way the last 4 episodes were, it felt disconnected. however, i’m sad to hear everyone saying ikuya and the other characters this season weren’t worth the time, considering they were originally in the novel

Hi! I’m so happy you liked my Rinharu posts! It means a lot to me.

I’m a bit confused… how the fact that Ikuya was in the novel connected to the way they wrote him this season? Like.. is just any book character automatically great and worth becoming the main while the main ones everybody loves are sidelined? Tbh if you read it, you know that all the characters are not exactly the same as they were in the novel, still it doesn’t make them bad, plus they grew up, people change, and writers are decided where they will go from there. 

Now I can’t say for “everyone”, but I think most of the fans you’re talking about was like me (if you saw my posts before season started) and were pretty happy about Ikuya coming back since I don’t think anybody disliked him in ‘High Speed’. So nobody originally said that Ikuya from the novel “wasn’t worth the time”, but Ikuya the way they wrote him in s3 definetely wasn’t worth it. It was their decision to take the novel Ikuya and made him this Ikuya, with unoriginal copied from others storylines, which people have been emotionally inversted in for years.

And the fact that so much fans feel that way says a lot in my opinion. So I’ll try not to be very harsh here, but here’s why I can’t be invested in his character. I’ll write this post just once fully, so I’ll reference it in times I needed it. 

So here we go:

Now you know I’m not the person who loves every-every Free! character like many ppl do, but in no way I ever didn’t want them there since they’re all so connected, they all played vital roles in each others lives and we wouldn’t be the same without them. All main-ish characters I mean, of course. Now we have two main characters (who had Rin & Haru in previous seasons ammount of screentime this season) which if you scratch them from the plot there wouldn’t be any difference. In fact if you scratch them, Haru wouldn’t roll back to season 1 and stuck in the past again, wouldn’t feel guilty for nothing, wouldn’t waste shittton amount of time on an egotistical teen, wouldn’t get depressed, we’d see how Rin passed to the All-Japanese, we’d get trio university time and etc. Like wow, what a great deal, bring the eraser. They literally didn’t bring anything to this season. There were no characters in Free! with such huge screen time who’d be this useless to the main plot.

I mean, look at it with a clear head. They introduced way too many characters in s3, but the ones that are vital to the future plot are really Rinharu coaches, Albert and that Kaede guy. They keep putting Ikuya on covers and photos with Rinharu like he’s part of the gang and their bestie, but truly nobody gives a fuck, Haru already said that Rin’s way too special and he’s the only rival who makes him feel that way and they’re in their dream world, so Ikuya can’t compete with that; Rin doesn’t even know him and even if he will what exactly connects them…? I don’t fucking know. Not to mention that Rinharu’s minds are set on Albert already who’s the world champion. I’m like… I don’t see who Ikuya really is for them. Dude Haru knew in middle school?

Now for Ikuya’s great personality (yeah, that was a sarcasm). I don’t know what see creature he was supposed to represent but he reminds me of algae. Like while it gets everything it needs to live and grows, others who are close and live around it get deprived of warmth and light and slowly die (emotionally inside in our situation). He managed to be the only character on Free! who didn’t do anything good for others, which makes him stand out a lot. And because nobody who wrote that got to think about what it’s gonna look like, his story ended up like this: everybody kissed his ass and did what he wanted, and only then he was finally happy, the end. 

Like from the beginning writers strongly pushed the fact that everybody owes him something, everybody did something unforgivable, and he’s the martyr and this is the way his life is, which is a nonsense for Free! The way he treats people is just so unpleasant for me. To know that someone wants to apologize to you for some godforsaken middle school thing, to know that they’re looking for you, to know that your friend throws dirt and them and be like “oh, did they come see me? whatever, let them continue humiliate themselves” is just unthinkable for me. He’s the same age as Haru but acts like a baby sheep, who can’t even talk like adult and being lead by Hiyori like he’s his shepherd. 

That’s why watching this was pretty weird, because while all characters in Free! are very characteristically diverse, they’re all good people. Like even when they don’t have much of a spine they’re still good people. And to see a main like this was very odd to say the least.

Like I can let go of Hiyori since he doesn’t matter in a grand scheme and I know some ppl find creepy type yanderes who think scheduling another’s person poop time more important than their own life romantic, but I just find it weird. Selfless yander-ish characters I like a lot, but this “let’s just keep you away from your friends and let you stay forever sad, because I want you to depend on me forever… wait, did you eat your vitamins today” is just… what?

So bringing this to a logical end… trying to put Ikuya on the same level as Rin and Haru now and say “look he’s also a main” is laughable in my opinion. He’s unoriginal, doesn’t stand out at all, and with his weak character has low possibilities of surviving the professional swimming world (with brother and his nanny by his side maybe). So the only thing he did great is made me appreciate original Free! characters and relationships so much more. 

Like the new friendships seem unrealistic now, they keep shoving new pics with Asahi, Kisumi with Hiyori (who I hardly imagine as friends) and Ikuya with Rin even though they haven’t even met yet. It all lack of feels because we love Free! for amazing friendships but now it’s like we’re automatically friends with people we saw once or people who were assholes to us.

His chances to become as loved as the trio were low (partly because it’s been years and people are way too invested in them), but with such writing it just became even lower. Showing the worst pseudo variations of originals storilines of their faves combined and waste a screentime on this would make people upset. Like now everybody will just forget it and move on because what’s the point of crying over spilled milk. But saying that people should love him just bc he was in the novels seems odd. Yes, he’ll be a part of the group, hell, he can have stans based on his face alone (I mean not all fans are that much invested in characters), but be like a lovable great character…meh. Not with all possibilities of picking a fave in this show. 

P.S. And pls don’t even yell at me about the “representation of depression and panic attacks” because like we said already a) that’s not this kind of a show, b) if it was, then this is such an unrealistically bullshit way of doing it, I hope nobody took it seriously. So my point stands - he’s unrelatable, bland and gives bad example for 13 years old who’s watching. Making him main is a disgrace in my opinion for Free! which is known for such iconic characters. And since everybody brings something to the show and he somehow doesn’t, I think people have the right to call him a waste of time. 

[endoftheroad1983]

The Trouble with Steve pt 7

With the Trouble with Steve

Steve x Reader

Chapter 7

Your mouth drop open as two clear blue orbs appear in from of your eyes. Beams of anger shown through out his eyes. Suddenly the weight of your bags was remove from your grasp. Still you had no words to form at his action. The room held very still as Steve broke contact with you.

He bounce up the stairs before you realise that he had taken your stuff with him. Abby and Sam was gawking as well.

“What the hell just happen?” The words fell from your lips with surprise you as you were still stunned.

“Whatever it is, it's turning into a nightmare.”Abby grunted out.

“For once we agree on something.” Sam spat back. You could never tell Wilson to hold his tongue like the others.

“What’s up with Steve?” You ask in hopes that Sam could answer.

“My boy, finally growing up.” Sam sigh happily in his joke. You shot him a look but said nothing.

After a few more minutes of wondering, Steve merge with the group. His anger had vanish and was replace with a bit of embarrassment.

“I'm sorry about that.” He clap his hands together. Your eyes drift up to his face but you were sure to aviod his eyes, “ I have change the plans again. I think it's best if we all stick together.” He announced with built up confidence.

“Really? What about your important mission?” Abby tried challenging him.

“I switch with another co-worker.” Steve's face drop into his Captain glare. Abby quickly gave up the fight.

“Oh, slumber party with my besties? Count me in.”Sam wrapped his arm around you. It seems you still hadn't move from the door. He pulled you gently over to the counter space.  Sam's eyes dance wildly up and down as he wait for you to answer.

“Yea, why not?” Y/N spat out with much humour.

“Where's everyone going to sleep?” The snide in Abby's voice was not unnoticeable but she was also stiffening a yawn. What time was it again?

“That's easy. You three will take the rooms upstairs and I will take the couch.” Steve walk over to where Abby was and pick up her bags. He motion for you and Sam to tag along. Without a blink of an eye you both did what you were told.

Everyone climb the stairs in silence as Steve lead the way. He stopped everyone at the top of stairs.

“Abby, you can have the end room. It's the master and has it's own bathroom.” Before anyone could respond, Steve usher her down the all and disappear into the room that was yours in the beginning. You and Sam exchange looks but neither one of you knew anything.

A few minutes of standing in the hall you were beginning to get fidgety. What was going on in there? Your mind ask but it was your brain that answer with, Do we really want to know?  So you lean up aginst the wall and closed your eyes. You could feel the exhaustion from earlier coming back.

A door clicking shut made your eyes snap open. You look down the hall to see Steve had finally emerge from Abby's room. It only took him a few strides before he greeted us. He ran his hands against the back of his neck as he and Sam share a laugh.

“This is your room.” He point to Sam.

“Then this where I say good night and I will see you when my shift starts.” And with that Sam disappear into his room with the door gently tucking shut. Y/N shot a questioning look at Steve. But instead of getting an answer he rise his finger to his lips. You remain silent like he had ask as he lead you to the real master bedroom.

Once you were in the room and the door was shut, Steve only got weirder as he began to search the room.

“What shifts?” You question once you were sure it was the two of you.

“Sam and I will be taking over watching the place under 24 hour surveillance.” he answer without stopping his quest.

“Between the three of us, I think we got it handle.” Steve disappear into the bathroom as you crawl into the bed while watching the bathroom door frame.

“Three no, you need to stay low. If something happens....” Steve reappear into the room with a horrible look on his face. He got on his hands and knees to look under the bed.

But to his surprise he found an upside down Y/N grinning at him from the other side. It made his cheeks blush as you both right sided yourselves.

“Fun Fact. I'm also an  Avenger. So I think I can check my room on my own.” Even though you were using a teasing voice it was still a real statement. This stop Steve in his tracks.

“Fun Fact I was there when you join up.” The memory put a smile on Steve's face. The enjoyment disappear all the worry in his face.

“I'm sorry this was not how I wanted this to go down.” Grey shadowing took over his blue eyes as you could see him struggling to find something to say. His smile never stay long before a new emotion took over him.

“Oh? how did you thought it would go?” Y/N brow shot up as Steve bark out with laughter. His eyes squint up in delight that you almost forgot that you were angry with him.

“Different, I really thought I had more time then this. And with Abby being here, I'm at a lost.” Was Steve's answer. You fought the frown that was fighting his way out.

“Abby's getting a bit to extreme for ya?” Your lips spoke out before your brain could. You ingore the jealous in your voice as you were going to ask him what was going on between the two of them.  It was high time to get this over with. Steve's face fell for a minute before he quickly regain it.

“Y/N, I have been meaning to tell you something.” Your heart froze in place. This was it. Steve was going to tell you all about him and Abby. A whole scene of Steve and Abby kissing invaded your mind. You shook the image out of your mind. You rather be friends then to hear his crushing words.

“Steve?” You stop him with your tone of voice. He look at you in shock., “Look, Whatever is going on between you and Abby, look, you don't have to explain. I understand.” You wave your hand around.

Steve's eyes brighten at the news. He stroll over to you so fast that you had your breath taken away. He stood merely inches away as you had to look up at him. The love struck Steve was a sight for sore eyes. He peck you so softly on the lips and that was it, you were floating on cloud nine. Until you were brought down by his voice.

“Y/N, you don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that.” Steve's happy soak tone broke the straw for you. You force yourself to give him a hug. It was very weak as Steve scoop you into his arms.  Steve drew back a bit but didn't released you from his grasp.

“What is it?” Instantly concern fill his eyes as he look you up and down.

You shook your head knowing damn well that you were speechless. You broke away from him only made his concern grow.

“I thought you would be happy about this?” He ask with so much disappointment that you had to turn around.

“I am, it's just...” Your shoulders and head dropped at the sound of her voice

“Steeeevvvveeee!” She bellow from her doorway. Steve gave out a weakening sigh as he reach out and grab your shoulders. He gave them a small squeeze.  As he began to leave your eyes met. His blue ones right away gave you an apologetic look.

“I have to go see what she wants but hopeful everything calms down after I tell her.”

Your head shot up at him. But it was to late. Steve was already out the door. What did he mean by that? Why did he need your permission? You look around the room that was meant for Steve. You let yourself crash onto the bed. You lay there until you coincidently fell asleep.

Breaking glass brought you out of your sleep. You bolt to your secret hiding spot for your pistol. Then stealthy, you made it over to your door. Cracking it open, you relax once  you saw that Sam was leaning in the door frame with a humours grin on his face.  

You tuck the pistol back in its place before you ask Sam what was going on. The door creak open loudly as you step into the hall. Only to have to dodge a flower vase that was flying through the air.

“Watch out of the flying Projectiles!” Sam call over gleefully.

“What is going on?” You ask as you cross over to Sam's room. Abby appear in and out of the hall. Her blonde hair was whipping around wildly.

“Not sure but she start a screaming match about an half an hour ago.”

Suddenly Abby was out in the hall again. She was staring at the wall in front of her. You could see that she was trying to get her temper under control. What got her so anger? Your mind ask and it was Steve who answered. He came calmly out of her room.  He stood behind her with patience and silence.

The tension of the between the two was overtaken the hallway.

“Why can't we just leave?” She finally spoke. Steve shoulder tension up.

“I told you why...” Steve voice grew stern again. You've been friends with Sam and Steve for a long time and knew that this was frustrated Steve.

“Because of her!” She sneer and turn her head in your direction.

Your heart skipped a beat as suddenly everyone was looking at you. What the hell? You want to shout. What did you do to gain her hatred? Your mind was in a whirlwind that you didn't notice that  she was flying down the hall. She raise her fist and swung at you.

Your head only had time to compute what was going on a split second before her little fist slammed into your jawline. A loud high, piercing cry invade your ears and you where quick to open your eyes. Stepping back you were force back into reality.

Abby was clutching her fist with Sam standing near her. Steve came barrelling up the hallway.

“My hand is broken. She broke my hand, Stevie!” Everything in her sentence put your blood on boiling hot. You did not break her hand! She was a liar. Steve cradle her in his arms. You could feel the anger heating up your face. But all you could do was stand there and watch.

“Yea, it's broke. We are going to have to take her to the hospital.”

“No! I want Stevie to take me!” She cried into his shoulder.  Steve look straight up into your eyes. Anger and disappointment wash over his face. The connect sent cold chills down your spine. No one has ever been this anger with you.

“Y/N...” He start out with a low voice.

And then it hits you. Steve thought that you really did hit her? You swallow back the words you were going to protest with but why bother? He chose her from the beginning. Shaking your head you remain wordless as Y/N sprint to your room. You had ignore the protest with Sam as you slam and lock the door.

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More Than Friends - Zhu Zhengting

(A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for as long as I can remember lol so I finally decided to finish it ^^ Someone told me they liked the friends to lovers trope and I guess that’s why I came up with it originally? It’s been a while lmao,,, anyway, enjoy~~! <33)

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You and Zhengting had been friends forever

And by that I mean that you two had literally known each other since before you were even born

Your parents had long since been family friends, and when it turned out that Zhengting was only a year older than you, it was natural that you two would grow up together

From watching tv to going to family barbecues together, the pair of you were attached at the hip for the entirety of your childhoods

You two even walked with each other to school every morning, and had several mutuals friends from your various classes

This all changed when Zhengting went off to college though, leaving you behind in the small town that you both called home

Ofc you missed him dearly!!

But you made up for the fact with many, many phone calls

So much so that your parents started to joke that you two were practically dating

You laughed along with them, not realising just how much that statement would come back and haunt you later

Eventually, you manage to wrap up your high school career for once and for all

And while you were slightly sad that it was the last time that you would share classes with some of your close friends

(Since you were all going to different unis)

You also couldn’t give a flying fuck because SUMMER!! Meant that Zhengting would be coming home and you would finally be reunited with your all-time bestie

Plus you would be able to start a new school year at college with Ting come fall! 

In what was the first time you were excited for anything remotely related to school

When his car pulls into the driveway, you all but sprint out of the house to meet him

Nearly tripping flat on your face welp

As he steps out of the vehicle though, you can only stop and stare

wOW ok….

He got hot

Not that you hadn’t always found your bff more than slightly attractive

But college man,, something had to have been in the water there because he was looking REALLY good

Completely oblivious to your wandering thoughts, Zhengting came up and engulfed you in a giant bear hug

He had missed his best friend too, after all

You were quick to regain your wits and hug him back, determined not to let your sudden feelings interfere with what was sure to be an awesome summer break

They were probably just an effect of not having seen him for so long, and you suspected that they would go away pretty soon

Except,,, they didn’t

If anything, as the summer wore on, your less-than-strictly-platonic feelings for your bestie grew

Which confused you?? A lot?

You tried not to let them get in the way of your plans

But your gaze couldn’t help but linger on his toned abs whenever you two went to the beach to play a game of volleyball or fool around in the ocean

And you found yourself becoming increasingly distracted by the movements of his plump lips as he talked

Logically, you knew - because of how close the pair of you were - that it wouldn’t be long before your gig was up

However, at the same time, you were determined not to bring up the elephant in the room, and you hoped he wouldn’t either

It wasn’t as if he would ever accept, or even return, your feelings anyway

He would probably think that you were really weird 

Or something to that degree

Not wanting to lose your closest friend, you were fine with bottling up your emotions

....But you should have known that was a terrible idea from the start

Zhengting was smart, very smart; and you knew that

It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when he eventually figured out something was wrong and confronted you

It was about midway through the summer?

One day, the two of you were just hanging out in your room

Nothing was out of the ordinary

Until, in a random lull in the conversation, he turned serious all of a sudden

“So, y/n, what’s up?”

*cue mini internal freak out*

You knew exactly what he was referring to, but tried to feign ignorance anyway

“What do you mean, Ting? We’ve spent the past month together, you should know what’s up”

He dramatically rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips

Before he got up and cupped your face in his hands

“I think I might just know, princess,” he whispered in your ear teasingly

The words sent a shiver down your spine

This was it, your friendship was over

Years and years of companionship, of comfort, all crashing down in one moment because of your sheer inability to keep your damn crush a secret

“I’m sorry, Ting, I didn’t mean to ruin it.”

You mentally cursed when your voice faltered halfway through the sentence, trying to wrench away from his grasp

A frown creased his beautiful features, and you knew this was the moment everything would go to hell

“What on earth are you talking about, y/n? You haven’t ruined anything.”

??? Could he even hear himself? What was he saying??

He pulled back tentatively, surprised by the tears he could see welling up in your eyes

After a moment’s silence, he prompted again;

“Tell me what’s wrong, angel. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“I think I might like you, Zhengting. As,,, more than just a friend.”

“I think I just might like you back.”

What?

Before you could even process what was happening, you had a pair of lips on yours

holy shit this is happening right now

“Yes it is, y/n. And if it’s ok with you I’d like it to happen a lot more in the future,” he muttered against your lips

Oops, you must have said that out loud

“I’d like that,” you sighed, pressing your foreheads together as you both laid - somehow having sprawled out on your bed, slightly out of breath

“Does this mean we’re dating?”

“It means we’re more than friends, that’s for sure. Let’s just go back to kissing and figure the rest of it out later.”

“Sounds great - lead the way, princess.”

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I’ll take you - Jaebum Part ?

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8) I’ll take you

18) So… you think I’m hot?

35) You look... okay. I MEAN- 

A/N:Okaay, this is definitely not a drabble, but I was inspired as I started writing. PLEASE let me know how do you like it, cuz I’m thinking of doing part 2, which will be just a full smut of course. If I see that you enjoyed it i will definitely write it cuz this blog needs MORE JAEBUM SMUT!

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Main character - Got7 JB

Length - 1495

Genre - Slight smut and arrogant Jaebum drabble/scenario

"SO... you think I'm hot?"

Just his voice made my heart beat faster. I didn't even need to see him coming behind me, his presence was so strong, his scent filling the room and obfuscating my mind.

"You don't want to answer me?" Jeabum asks once he's standing right in front of me, staring so deep into my eyes for too long, making me shy that I eventually have to look away. I hated the way I was in front of him. And Jeabum saw it too. But unlike me, he enjoyed it very much.

Shit... how did he know that?! Did he eavesdrop on the conversation I had with my bestie the other night?

Ughhh I can't stand the guy. He's so arrogant, going around and bossing everyone. Plus he wants you to talk to him only in formal way, his nose is always so high in the clouds, and he never looks at other people . But he's so hot and I hate it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's the last thing I want him to find out. His already smug face becomes even more obnoxious as smirk starts to develop in the corner of his mouth.

This is how things were with Jaebum. He is this top celebrity and I work in the same company as one of the managers. To be honest, I noticed him since the day one. At first, I was totally blinded by his looks. He was tall and his hair jet black, spiky ends falling into his eyes which made him flip it constantly to push it aside. God, how hot that was. His skin was so soft and milky but his features were sharp. Perfect combination that made him incredibly handsome, cute and beautiful all in the same time. His voice was sweet but his dancing was powerful. Again, unusual combination, but oh so lethal.

Then we started to work with together more, and all about him screamed arrogance. At the beginning I was too blinded by his good looks, but eventually it faded away, and all I could see was his teasing and making fun of me. Why did he even pick on me from the start?! I don't really get it, but I know it gets on my nerves. And when something bothers me, I have to gossip with my friend. Which leads me to few nights ago and conversation from earlier.

"Y/N" I hear snapping and I shake from my thoughts, seeing Jaebum still in front of me, snapping his fingers right in front of my eyes.

"What do you want Jeabum?" I finally say something for the first time, pushing his hand away from my face and passing next to him.

"I want the answer." His deep voice fills my ears and somehow manages to heat my core.

"I didn't hear the question." I always play the cold card with him. That's the best way to deal with this situation. Unfortunately that doesn't stop him from teasing me.

"Actually, I don't need to hear the answer. I know how hot I am." He says it without even blinking and with such confidence that I find it amusing and slightly funny.

So in response I just scoff and head for the door. Just as I'm about to exit the room, Jaebum is right behind me, shutting the door with such power that hard slam resonates in the empty office.

"You don't have to leave. This is your office after all. But also, I don't want to leave. To be more precise, I won't leave until I get my answer." With each sentence Jaebum comes closer to my face that by the time he finishes I can feel his hot breath on my cheek.

For few seconds I'm too distracted by his proximity but once he moves away I clear my throat.

I have to answer him. It's the only way to get rid of him.

"You look… okay." I see the shift in his eyes. They are naturally dark, but I have never seen them this black.

"I MEAN-” I start again, knowing that I have to give him the answer he wants so that he'll leave me alone. "You are hot. I said it, okay? Are you happy now?"

I try to move away from him, but Jaebum now pushes all his body on mine, pressing me against the cold door. His hand moves behind me, and I hear the sound of key turning in the lock.

"That's sweet Y/N. But like I already said, I don't need to hear the answer."

Is he fucking with me? What is all this supposed to mean? Just some of his silly games? A bet maybe?

"Then I guess you can leave?" I try to move again, but his whole body is pressed against mine so hard, not letting me to move at all.

"Actually, I want you to show me." My confused looks make him chuckle slightly so he continues. "Show me how hot you think I am."

Without a sign, Jaebum brushes my hair away from my face and pushes it behind, exposing my neck. The heat between my legs is growing by the moment, and somehow, in a second of weakness I push my head back, giving him a whole access to my naked neck and shoulder.

Jaebum smirks and just as I'm about to regret it, he licks his lips and grabs me by the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to his mouth and leaves wet traces along my jaw, all the way down to end of my shoulder.

Each touch of his lips against my skin damps my panties a little more. I reach out my hand behind him and grab the back of his head, fist full of his dark locks. As I pull him by the hair, Jaebum bites my neck. I squeal in pain, jerking his head back a little, but it pisses him off. He bites again, even harder than the previous time. I hiss but this time I don't pull his hair again.

I can feel the victorious smile on the crook of my neck. Once he's assured that I will obey him, he continues to kiss the sensitive skin. Marks of his teeth where he bit me are starting to pulsate so I'm too afraid to do anything, instead I just throw my head back and enjoy his touch.

"You see that you can be a good girl" Jaebum suddenly says and I look him in the eyes for the first time since this started.

He looks back at me in silence, and now I expect for him to make fun of me or tease me somehow. But his grip on the back of my neck tightens and he jerks my head closer to his, eventually pressing out lips together.

At first he's just testing. Small kisses and just a tip of his tongue. I try to catch it but he's backing away every time I lean in. Now it's me pressing my body closer to his, pulling him in, and Jaebum lets out a short laugh.

"Don't worry Y/N, I'm not going anywhere. Just be a good girl and you can enjoy all you want."

Fuck. This little pretentious shit. I have to admit, it's hot. The way his eyes undress me so comfortably, or the way his fingers dig deep in my skin leaving imprints, his tongue teasing me just enough to make me crazy.

I'm speechless. I never even imagined I will be in this situation, so what can I answer to his previous statement?

Luckily, Jaebum isn't expecting me to say anything, instead he pins me against the door again, and this time I can feel his hard member pressing to my completely wet pussy.

I moan from sudden contact and Jaebum takes it as a sign. He grabs my boob, vigorously squeezing it in his palm, and I moan to his ear again, this time even louder.

Jaebum's hands travel down my spine and stop on my ass. I kiss him as I wait for his action. Hard slap meets my cheek and I squeal from the sweet pain.

Jaebum grabs me beneath the spot he just slapped and picks me up taking me over to the table. His left hand is firm around my waist while he knocks on the floor all the things from my table. Once the surface is clean he sets me down and spreads my legs.

"Fuck Jaebum, look at this mess" I say once his tongue leaves my mouth and I get some air.

"Don't worry, I'll pick it up later."

I smile at his sincerity, not believing how can he be so cute all of the sudden.

"But now I'll take you, real nice, until you scream my name." He says pushing me down on the wooden surface, spreading my legs even more and rubbing his hard cock against me.

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who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin 

genre: 🌸 

type: scenario 

word count: 2.9K

TW: blood the ‘W1’ clan 

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“Are you sure you really, REALLY, can’t come? Please?” You begged, perching on the edge of your best friend’s bed, all dressed up in your Halloween costume. It was unusual for you to be so adamant about something, especially when it compromised on your friends’ health. Your actions sickened you to your stomach but the desperation was overpowering it. Yoo Seonho brushed his ruffed up hair out of his eyes, he was wrapped up in about twenty blankets yet he was still shivering - the fever was really eating him alive. His tired eyes met your own and you knew your answer. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’ll have to miss,” he croaked, throat sore from all the coughing. You nodded understandingly, sighing at your own stupidity. Seonho was already so sick yet you were being so insistent. The guilt washed over you like the way models washed their faces in facial cleansing commercials. “I’m sorry,” you apologised with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have pressured you so much.” Luckily, your best friend was a kind and forgiving type of guy. He brushed it off with a wave of his weak arm while muttering, “I know I know. You must feel outcasted now. I’m sorry about that. Never worry, my sickness will clear in a few days.” “How did you even get sick? I thought the supernatural never succumb to ‘minor illnesses you mortals suffer from’?” You teased, clasping his hand and running your thumb over it calmingly. Seonho was a vampire. A young vampire to be more specific. He was part of the 101, and a vampire who held a high rank and command despite being a juvenile - it scared some elders at times, really. Growing up with him, you had no qualms hanging out with a supernatural. In fact, you enjoyed basking in his presence more than some other humans. He kept you safe, cared for you and always made you feel warm. There were bound to be times when his powers were much more prominent. Like when a couple of families went on a ‘neighbourhood trip’ to the beach and he was the only kid sweating in his hoodie. At the time, he was too young to take potions of any sort, unlike his family who blended in like any other mortal. Regardless, you loved your best friend to death and beyond. Back to the present, you glanced at the clock and groaned when it read 6.26pm, it was nearly time for you to go. “Hey,” Seonho said, forcing a smile and showing off his gleaming fangs. “I guess some of us vampires do get affected but I’m sure this is something more -“ he paused to let out coughs. You quickly brought a glass of warm water sitting on his bedside table to his lips. “Thanks. Don’t worry bestie, I’ll be fine but I have to miss W1’s party, I’m sorry. You go have fun, okay? I’ll make sure my hyungs take good care of you.” Inhaling deeply, you let go of Seonho’s hand and stepped away from his bed. “Oh! By the way, I left your care pack over here.” You gestured to the bag that was packed with a pot of homemade soup, a bunch of cute sticky-notes which you hand wrote cute messages and you could never forget the packs of plasma juice in there. You did attempt to head to The Middleman - a popular blood bank among 101 members - but it was just too nauseating for a mere human, even if you grew up surrounded by vampires. Your ears picked up the sounds of the doorbell and the voice of a few people, mellow and low. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. That must be Kenta hyung and Sanggyun hyung. My chick costume can wait another year,” Seonho whispered before his eyes fluttered shut. “Rest well. I’ll be back.” 

Takada Kenta and Kim Sanggyun seemed to be cheerful, lively friends of Seonho. You learned were in a subunit of 101 called JBJ, comprising of six members, the seventh was in discussion. “So, Y/N, what’s your costume for tonight?” Sanggyun asked, giving you a once over. He seemed to be dressed as…well, a stereotypical vampire, the kind you would see in movies Completed with a necktie and even dyed hair, your look for the night was inspired by BTS’ V from ‘Boy In Luv’. It was not the most obvious look though. Donghan scoffed teasingly. “Can’t you see. I’m sure it’s BTS Boy In Luv music video concept kind of thing,” he said, fanboy instincts kicking in. Donghan seemed to be rocking a half-face themed costume, there was a part of his face made up to look like muscular tissues. Hyunbin, who was seated in the front seat of the car looked up from his phone sulkily. “Donghan stole my costume idea.” “Yeah, you’re dressed as Joker and Taehyun hyung is Batman, be grateful. Uh, Yongguk is…a cat,” Kenta spoke up. “I guess I’m back to Teentop’s fanboy.” Kim Yongguk rearranged his cat ears hairband, frowning slightly. “Hyung, you never changed.” “Yah, guys, did you hear? Lai Guanlin flew in from Taiwan just for this party. I’m excited to see him again,” Noh Taehyun mentioned, turning the car around a corner and stopping outside a huge house. Correction: a mansion. 101 headquarters were no joke, you gaped in awe of the building that was filling up with guests and bursting with life. “Wanna One, the highest ranked members and pretty much the ones that get our shit together live here,” Hyunbin stated, sipping from a box of plasma fruit juice. “Take care of Y/N, guys. We need to look out for them.” “Lai Guanlin’s back, I’m sure everyone must be rejoicing. I need to get my Supreme hoodie back from him,” Sanggyun piped up, tossing his plasma juice box into the trash can as the seven of you stepped into the driveway. Lai Guanlin? “Oh! Y/N, Guanlin performed Boy In Luv at his high school showcase in Taiwan. He would know your costume for sure.” Yongguk led the way to the main door, pushing it open. You gulped, feeling the beads of sweat already starting to form in eagerness to meet whoever your new friends were talking about, partially the anxiety of entering your first Halloween party without Seonho. 

Lai Guanlin was not someone to blend into the crowd and his own party was no exception. He stuck out from the sea of faces like a model, like a handsome prince among common folk. He was the youngest of the Wanna One clique, however, he was definitely not one you would want to overlook. Guanlin looked menacing, eyes burning with flames deep within but in reality, he was probably one of the nicest vampires to ever live. Also one of the most powerful. It radiated from him, he was surrounded by an aura that made you want to hang your head, it was just too domineering. You tried to smile as you greeted him, just like the JBJ vamps, but they were his friends and you were a complete stranger. Better still, there was no vampire genetics coursing through your veins. Great, you thought anxiously. I stick out like a sore thumb. “Guanlin, please introduce yourself to new guests too,” Jisung instructed in a caring, motherly tone. His costume looked like an official Superman outfit he probably spent an arm and leg on. Guanlin held out a hand for you to shake, showing off his polished fangs and blood-red lips. “Hello, I’m Guanlin.” The deepness of his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. Despite how scary he seemed, the fire that lined his eyes was one that only aimed to provide warmth on a cold day. You wanted to hold onto his soft palms forever even if they read a temperature much lower than your own - though, you had gotten used to the colder skin after the many years of clinging onto Seonho - and even if his longer, sharper nails did dig into your thin skin a little. Speaking of thin skin, Guanlin’s heightened sense of smell plucked out your scent from the hundreds of different fragrances, meaning he could also identify the sweet blood of yours. It was a real pain to prevent his eyes from glowing lucid red. “Here,” Jihoon hissed, slipping him a packet of plasma fruit. “Control yourself.” Guanlin nodded, although it was hard to take his hyung seriously when Jihoon was dressed in a pink sausage costume. He was the one who decided the duo needed to take their friendship to the next level. Guanlin was unsure as to whether Woojin and Jihoon were strengthening their bond or tearing it apart. “We’ll see you guys around. I think I see Jonghyun hyung over there.” Hyunbin started in the direction of the older boy whom he was very fond of. The rest of his friends began to head the same way, spotting some of their friends. “Hey V,” Guanlin called out just before you followed your group. “I like your costume.” His lips curved into a smirk as he brought the straw of the juice box closer to them. They seemed plush and velvety, almost beckoning for you to kiss them. But under it’s welcoming exterior disguised a set of lethal fangs you knew you needed to watch out for. 

Illuminated jack-o-lanterns lined the edge of the deserted balcony in a more quiet area of the Wanna One mansion. Chirps of crickets filled the silence, it sounded like a melody to you, to keep you in check, to make sure you were not drunk on soda. The whole evening, you had felt like extra baggage accompanying the boys, like an unneeded third-wheel. You introduced yourself to a handful of their friends but it was awkward being one of the only humans in that space. A human with few supernatural connections, unlike the rest. Sure, Kim Chungha and Choi Yoojung did their best to make you feel more welcomed but the fish out of the water feeling stuck to you like glue. So, finding the most believable excuse you could muster, you slipped off to the balcony to enjoy the night view peacefully, sipping ‘eyeball punch’ from your solo cup. Guess tonight really is a solo night. It’s so different without Seonho around. I hope he’s feeling better. Seonho was not the only person who plagued your mind in that moment, a Wanna One vampire by the name of Guanlin also occupied a significant amount of your thoughts. He was just so handsome, so charming, so intriguing. You desired to learn more about the mysterious vampire yet you were too afraid. Oh goodness, cue eye roll at your ridiculous thoughts. You were just sharing drinks with I.O.I vampires and you’re worried about others? Get yourself together, they’re all the same, no one can harm you. Autumn winds brushed by your sensitive skin, the cold cutting through even the fabric of your long sleeved button down. Yes, you were shuddering slightly but it was not enough to blow you back to the party scene. “The moon’s out tonight.” whatagoodconversationstarter A husky voice muttered, it’s owner moving to stand beside you, pressing his hands on the railings. Your heart began to beat faster, pumping more blood around your circulatory system - probably a bad idea around supernatural creatures. However, Guanlin was more in control than you thought, he had an array of powers mastered. “Um, yeah. It is,” your reply was barely audible to human ears but Guanlin heard your words crystal clear.  [ stan CLC you will never regret ] “You’re friends with Yoo Seonho, aren’t you?” He shifted in his spot, still looking up to the pitch black night sky. “Yeah, best friends.” You fought hard to keep your cool, ignoring the redness that filtered to your face and the irregular thumping of your heart. Guanlin let out a chuckle, bringing his cup to his lips for a sip of whatever his choice drink was. “Ahh, his heart is like a reed but we have a blood brother bond.” A smile appeared on your face just thinking about Seonho’s hobby of collecting hyungs. “I heard he’s targeting Hwang Minhyun now. He clings to me in school but right after, I know he’s bugging Minhyun,” you tell Guanlin and the two of you have a good laugh over it. After, a comforting silence fills the gap between both your figures. “Here,” Guanlin says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. When you meet his eyes, mouth agape, he flushes pink. “I uh, noticed you were shivering quite a bit.” It was true. You could not tell if your face was coloured from the cold or if it was just you acting up around him. “No! Wouldn’t you be freezing?” You blurt out without giving it much thought. Your words elicit an amused laugh from the supernaturally handsome boy. “You’re so cute you know.” Ah yes, my embarrassment must be pretty freaking adorable. “Don’t worry about me. I thrive in the cold, it’s fine,” Guanlin assured, taking a step closer to you. “What’s your costume anyway?” His outfit was one that posed difficulty to decipher. It looked like he lived in suits, he should, he carried them well. “I’m dressed as Wooseok hyung from Pentagon,” he declared proudly, beaming like a true fanboy. “Why are you out here? The party is downstairs.” “Needed some air. It isn’t easy being one of the few without supernatural traits down there,” you revealed the simple reason. “Oh.” He took a step away from you, exhaling sharply while squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry then.” “No! I-It’s fine! I’m okay!” You added urgently, a dreadful feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “That’s not what I meant! I-I-“ To your surprise, the vampire just laughed and slipped closer, elbows nearly brushing. “I know, I know. It isn’t easy being around us but if you can put up with Seonho, I’m sure you can deal with me,” he joked, pointing out Seonho’s unquenchable thirst. “Oh come on, give him a break he’s just a child. But, he does finish an entire carton comprising of 24 boxes of plasma fruit juice whenever I’m around.” It was fun teasing your best friend with his blood bonded brother when he was absent. You just prayed he would not find out. Guanlin nearly doubled over in laughter, it was clearly his first time of hearing the extent of Seonho’s habits, they probably came as a shock as one box of plasma fruit juice was enough to keep a vampire full for at least a few hours “I don’t blame him though,” he mused, almost cautiously. You reached to tuck a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, exposing more of your prominent collarbones - again, probably a terrible idea in front of a creature that feasted on the substance flowing under your paper-thin skin. You did not realise Guanlin’s eyes starting to tint red, how he gripped the railing until his knuckles paled, or how he swallowed hard and tried not to allow his gaze to linger on your neck. He cleared his throat and took another swig of his drink. To him, you were a gift delivered right to his doorstep, especially with his jacket on you. You were sweet, funny and accepting, he was really drawn to you, as a person and not just because you had something he depended on for survival. Guanlin’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, he was sick of plasma fruit juice but he would never drink from his friends. Besides, he liked the colour coordinated straws that blood bags from The Middleman came with. “Oh? Why don’t you?” Your honey-coated voice drew him out of whatever trance he was in. He hummed in response, changing his posture to lean his back against the railing such that your eyes had to lock. The vivid supernatural glow that bore into your eyes caused your breath to catch in your throat. “Because, sweetheart.” Every syllable that fell from his lips made butterflies roar to life inside of you. Sweetheart - such a loving term - was no exception. Additionally, there was no escaping his alluring scrutiny, redness underlying his orbs but you knew he had himself in check. “You,” he paused to draw closer, such that only your ears could hear his whispers. “are absolutely delicious.” With a smug smile tugging at his lips, Guanlin spun away, raising his glass for a toast before slipping back into the room. You were stunned that he left you so abruptly and so flustered, the feeling of his mouth pressed to your earlobes still very fresh. His pointy fangs hardly caressed them but they were very real, and very close to you indeed. It annoyed you that Guanlin had just disappeared like that but unbeknownst to you, if he stayed just a couple of seconds longer, you would have become his next snack. After that ‘incident’, that particular Pentagon fan was on your mind. You also really had to return his suit jacket, the material most likely cost your entire life savings. He wouldn’t have really bit me? Would he? Thoughts like those raced through your mind as you scoured the mansion for Guanlin. There was no way you were leaving the party without knowing if he would. You figured like any other vampire, instinct would probably overpower them and they would dip their fingers to have a taste, a nibble. Rumour has it that he has a lethal pair of fangs, one of the keenest. What if he actually did feed on me? Would it sting like hell? No worries though, if it was you, Guanlin would not hesitate if he got consent. He would bite, but for you, very gently, painless like a minuscule needle prick.

[sweetnestor]

You Look Happier | Chapter 10

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/(smut at one point but it’ll only be on ao3) <– if ya wanna read the smut</i>

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The ringing noise was hauntingly familiar. The strobe and 3D effects sent chills down my spine. The shakiness of the camera made my head spin. The words he was saying was the cherry on top of this unsettling experience.

“…and now I can take you where you’d like to go… I can especially take you places you don’t want to go…”

“Jesus Christ,” I said when the scene changed to something more lighthearted.

“Is that what it feels like?” asked Mark, who was sitting in the car with me.

“Spot on,” I mumbled before playing the next video.

I ended up being stuck with Darkiplier for the rest of time. Go figure.

“I’m… impressed,” I told him after some silence.

“Yeah? You liked it?” Mark hopefully asked.

I nodded, feeling a bit mind blown at the whole thing. “I’m sorry I was so salty about it. You guys did a really good job.”

“Thank you. I wanted to do something like this for a long time, but I never had the funds or even a team to help. I’m really, really proud of the whole thing, and I’m glad you liked it. If we do anything like this again, I’d like for you to be apart of it. You could really contribute to the egos. You could even be apart of the team.”

Me? Being one of them? How would the fans take that? How could I work around my ex, my ex’s girlfriend, and my current boyfriend?

“Maybe,” I said.

Mark smiled. The moment was nice until he put his hands on the steering wheel. Then I remembered why we were in his car, and my stomach sank.

“You ready?” he asked, turning the engine over.

I placed my hands on the dash and inhaled deeply. “Go.”

He pulled out of the space in the YTU parking lot, and my breathing staggered. It could have been worse though, because Mark was the only person I have let drive before. I knew the feeling already, I just had to grow accustomed to it again, since he and I would be taking turns driving on the Grand Canyon trip.

I jumped every time he hit the brakes or turned a corner. To make things easy, Mark drove around the perimeter of the campus, keeping his speed at 15 miles or under. But the small traffic jams we got into didn’t ease my nerves.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing over at me.

“Mhm,” I strained out, trying to focus on the road ahead.

“Okay, we’re almost done. Focus on your breathing.”

That brought back a small flashback. Two years ago, exact same location. For once, it wasn’t painful to think about. The only thing that was painful was my chest from the distress of not driving.

He went back to the spot he had originally parked. Once the car was stationary again, I was able to physically relax. I sighed as I sat back in my seat.

“Think you can handle eight hours of that?” he asked me.

“We’ll find out when we get there,” I replied.

We got out of the car, into the cool afternoon air. I was coming back down from the anxiety a little quicker than normal. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to do this, so I guess that was some improvement.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Mark inquired as we walked towards the main office.

Valentine’s date with my boyfriend. I couldn’t really say that, though. But I couldn’t lie, either.

“Class,” I replied. That was true.

Mark chuckled. “No dates? Are you even dating again?”

Fuck.

“Eh, whatever happens,” I said with a shrug.

He opened the door for me, and I tried to hide the red on my cheeks by flipping my hair to one side and letting it fall over part of my face. What if he knew and he was just testing me?

“Not even today?” he pressed. “The day of all days? The day dedicated to love and dating?”

I scoffed. “I was never crazy about Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s true.” He paused as he walked in step next to me. “So… you and Jack definitely aren’t dating?”

Should have seen that coming. Did I really have that much chemistry with the loud green man?

“We’re besties and nothing more,” I confirmed.

Now if you ask about your blue haired editor, that would be another story.

~

That evening, Ethan and I didn’t have a car date. Instead, we went to the beach at sunset. I know, how cliche and disgusting, right? But it’s Valentine’s Day, and it was his idea, so it had to happen.

“Wait, stay right there,” Ethan said as he let go of my hand.

I did what I was told, despite being a little thrown off by his request. Ethan took out his phone and began taking out pictures. I turned my head away instinctively; I didn’t want to tell him to stop but I couldn’t help but feel insecure. My hair was all over the place because of the breeze, and my makeup was getting cakey from wearing it all day.

“Here, look,” he said as he approached me again. He swiped through the photos he took, all you could see was my silhouette and the orange sun setting in the background.

“Very Instagrammy,” I told him, feeling a little better. “Now let’s take a selfie.”

We faced the sunset for some light. It was more intense than anticipated, so we both ended up squinting for the picture, making exaggerated expressions. When we tried to take a decent picture, all I could do was just shut my eyes and hold up a peace sign.

“Perfect,” Ethan said when he was looking back at the photos. “I love that we made the same face.”

I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder. Then I threw my arms around his middle, giving him a side hug. I didn’t think I would get a decent Valentine’s Day ever again. I didn’t think I would date again.

Ethan put his phone back in his pocket and then put his arm around me. “So I got you something.”

My heart jumped and my smile wouldn’t falter. “You didn’t have to!”

“I wanted to! Here-” He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small figurine. “We spend a lot of time in your car, and I wanted to give you something that would, uh… it’s just… a thing for when I’m not there… you’ll, uh, remember me.”

He opened his hand, revealing a little plastic hula girl. A small thing that held so much meaning.

“Aw, I love her!” I cooed, scooping up the item. “That’s so sweet!”

“You really like it?”

“Of course I do!” I told him as I got on my toes and hugged him properly. When I let go, I took his hand. “Let’s go put her in my car! And I can give you your gift!”

I pulled his arm and we practically ran up to the parking lot. I unlocked the doors and we climbed inside. Then, I placed the little hula girl on the center of the dash, watching her shake from the motion.

“Look at her, she’s beautiful,” I mused before looking at Ethan.

I couldn’t help but stroke his cheek. He grinned at the gesture.

“I still can’t believe you’re my girlfriend,” he said softly. “It’s been… how long?”

“In six days, it’ll be one month,” I reminded him. Then, I leaned in to kiss him. It was sweet and chaste, but I cut it short. “Time for your gift. Get in the backseat.”

His eyes widened. “Where is this going?”

I hesitated and then nodded to the back, where my guitar was sat across the seat. “I’ve never sang to anyone, so…”

“Aw, Bella!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go!”

We moved, being careful not to fall onto my guitar. Once we were settled, the nerves hit me like a bus. I held the instrument, but my torso began to tremble. Naturally, I began to stall.

“I don’t really have words to express anything I feel for you,” I told him. “So this is by no means an original song… i-it’s a One Direction song. And it made me think of you.”

He nodded and waited, a small smile on his face.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and began strumming the soft tune.

“I wanna write you a song

One as beautiful as you are sweet

With just a hint of pain for the feeling that I get

When you are gone

I wanna write you a song”

It wasn’t the bad kind of nerves this time. I could tell, because the impending doom wasn’t present. It also got easier to steady my voice as I continued the song. However, I could not look at Ethan’s face.

“Ooo, everything I need I get from you

Ooo, giving back is all I wanna do”

My fingers were steady, despite the combination of nerves and my rusty guitar skills. I would rather crap myself while singing than to come up with my own words of affection.

“I wanna write you a song

Want to make your heart remember me

So anytime I’m gone, you can listen to my voice

And sing along

I wanna write you a song”

I strummed the last few chords and looked down at the space between us. The body shakes had returned, and it was a little harder to hid this time.

“Bella…” Ethan said affectionately. “Babe…”

He scooted closer to me and gently pried the guitar from my grasp. After putting it behind him against the door, he moved even closer to me and held me in his arms. Without even thinking about it, I hugged him around his waist and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I was trying very hard not to cry.

“Thank you so much,” he told me. “That was so nice, you’re so talented… are you shaking?”

I pulled back, blushing. “Nervous tick.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing, it happens. I was nervous about this thing. I’ve never sang to anyone before.”

“Well, it was perfect. You’re really, really talented,” he said as he cupped my cheek. Then he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Your hair’s getting curly.”

My smile fell. “What? Oh god, it was the beach.” I hastily pushed my long hair behind me and put it in a ponytail.

“It looks good, though,” Ethan reassured, sounding amused.

“There’s a reason why I straighten and curl it,” I replied, tightening the tail and letting it fall behind me. “Natural hair ain’t pretty.”

“You’re pretty no matter what.”

I wanted to roll my eyes and say something witty in return, but he had cupped my cheek again and started to lean in. I decided to shut up and let him kiss me.

It was easier than last time. The butterflies were there, and my head was spinning. But it was comfortable, and I liked it.

He slowly let his hand fall to my neck, like he was hesitating. I responded to that touch by running my hand down his jacket collar and giving a small tug. That made us migrate even closer to each other. Then he slid his down to my waist. We were fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

At one point, we pulled apart, but there was still minimal space between us. I didn’t want to stop, though; I kept looking down at his lips, trying to bring him close again. Ethan did lean in again after a breath or two, but he was using his whole body this time, and his hand went down to my thigh. My heart pounded as I leaned back against the door, pulling Ethan by his collar, and lifting my leg so it touch his hip. Then, I tried shifting so I could outstretch my other leg, but I accidentally kicked my guitar, which made a loud bang!

We both jumped at the loud noise. That was the slap I needed to remember where exactly I was. Car. Public place. A constant state of anxiety.

“Forgot that was there,” Ethan said with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, trying to come down from the bad adrenaline. “Leave it to me to scare the crap out of myself.”

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, and then sat up. “I can’t do this here. I can’t relax.”

“How come?”

I shrugged, looking around through the windows. “Too public. Too much commotion. What if we’re being watched?”

“Okay, let’s go somewhere else, then,” Ethan said.

“Is that okay, though? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

“It’s totally okay, don’t worry,” he reassured. “We can go to my place! Or… no, we can’t. I live with Tyler, he doesn’t know about us.”

“We can go to mine?”

He nodded and the silence that dawned between us made my nerves do many things.

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[lolainblue]

Thunderbirds    Chapter 14

T/W: Oh look, more smut!

   When I woke back up the sun was coming out, and I laid there against Shannon's chest while I watched the dust motes in the morning light and thought about the last twenty-four hours.  Shannon had said we'd only just started but I think he knew this wasn't a start.  This was just a two-day long goodbye that was already almost half over.  I had been clear from the start.  I had been firm about my reasons.  I probably shouldn't have said I'd think about it because even though I knew I wasn't going to think about much else, the end result was not going to change and it wasn't fair to let him hope.  But short of turning him out of bed and sending him on his way now I didn't know how to make it much clearer to him.  It's not like ending things now was going to make any of this any easier.  I'd as well enjoy what little time we had left.

   I carefully climbed over Shannon so as not to wake him and pulled on a t-shirt and my robe before making a quick dash to the bathroom. Roger either was not awake yet or had gone out, there was no sign of him.  I stopped in the kitchen long enough to start a pot of coffee and then returned to the bedroom, hoping to slip back into bed before Shannon awoke.  He was already up though, sleepily stretching those muscular arms as he waited for me to rejoin him.  I shrugged off my robe and slid under the blanket.

   “I put a pot of coffee on,” I told him, snuggling back into his arms. He gave me a light kiss.

   “Look at you, starting the coffee as soon as you're conscious. I knew we were meant for each other,” he said.

   I returned his kiss a bit more deeply.  “Is that the only reason?”

   He smiled at me. “Well, you are kind of cute and you make some mean tacos.”

   I laughed and pulled him in for another kiss.  He looked so ridiculously hot all sleepy and rumpled, with heavy eyes and messy hair.  I couldn't resist him.  I slid my legs over to straddle him, running my tongue over those full lips of his before diving in for more.  He locked his hands at the small of my back and pulled me against him, waiting until I paused for air before saying anything.

   “Okay, better wake up than coffee even,” he laughed.  I just grinned and pulled my tee off over my head.  “Definitely better.”

   Now that I was feeling a little more comfortable I wanted to take some time and enjoy my sexy temporary boyfriend to the fullest. I began moving my kisses further down, nibbling my way across his chin and jaw, amused at the way his stubble made my lips feel stung.  I paused at his earlobe, feathering my tongue across it before sucking it into my mouth for a hungry nip.  That elicited a grumble from my sleepy bear and I remembered he had acted similarly when I had paid his earlobes attention before.  

   “Oh, you like that do you?” I said teasingly, moving over to the other ear.  He groaned again before pulling me back to center.

   “Someone's feeling saucy this morning,” he said playfully, fusing his lips against mine for a kiss that left no doubt that he approved. I wiggled my hips against him, letting myself slide down until his rapidly hardening cock was trapped between his stomach and my own aroused core.

   “Mm-hmm,” I said, rolling my slick folds up and down the length of him, enjoying the way his shaft felt as it rubbed against my all my tender bits. “See what a monster you created?”

   He kissed me again, his hips grinding in time with my own.  “I thought you liked monsters and scary things.”

   “Oh, I do.” I pulled away for a moment to grab a condom, then settled back to give myself room to sheath him.  “Let's see if you like this one.”

   Bracing myself against his chest I raised my hips before carefully settling down on his thick shaft.  He watched me with naked fascination as my head fell back as he filled me, lust spreading through my cells like a magic spell.  As I undulated against him I pulled his hand up to my mouth, sucking his thick fingers in as I rode him.

   “Jesus, Janey,” he groaned as he reached for my hip, “this monster can come out and play anytime.”

   I slipped his hand down to my breast and leaned back, bracing myself against his thighs.  I had started moaning and swearing again, and I was astounded at how little I cared.  I was finally outside of my head for once.  It was amazing.

   Shannon slipped his hand over to the junction between us, sliding across my lips a few times before narrowing in on my swollen clit.  I found myself writhing shamelessly against his hand, shouting as my orgasm slammed through me and left me pulsing around him. He gave me just a minute to stop trembling and then slid me over onto my stomach.  I felt his warm lips brush the base of my spine, and he kissed his way upward as he surged back into me.  Since I wasn't looking at him now, I was so much more aware of the sensations of him.  I could feel the heat of his skin as he pressed his back against me, the dusting of hair on his thighs as they gripped my own.  He was moving much slower now, the pace much more sensual as he continued to rain kisses all along my shoulders. My shouts quieted to whimpers and as I reached back to touch him he twined his fingers into mine, gripping my hands tightly as he took his time with me.  This was a completely different spell than the one I had woven on top of him.  

   “Fuck, Shannon....” I whispered against his hand, the long, slow ride pushing me somewhere new.  He kept the pace steady as the heat between us built.  I could feel him pulsing inside me, and in this position, every time he rocked his hips as he withdrew his head would drag across my g-spot, sending little shock waves out from my center. It was incredibly intense, and I was desperate for release, but when I tried to pull my hand back to reach my clit Shannon just gripped it tighter.  I whimpered in protest.

   “Wait for it Janey,” he breathed into my ear.  “It'll be worth it I promise.  I won't leave you hanging.”

   Fuck. I couldn't say anything, I just curled my toes and writhed against him.  He just kept up that relentless motion, pulling himself across that sensitive nub of flesh in my channel, and I could feel the heat there growing.  It was if all my blood was pooling right there at my center, creating a sort of heavy fire that was blotting out every other sensation.  I was mewling and keening beneath him, and just when I was sure I couldn't  handle any more of this sensual torment everything shattered, and I crashed in around him, devastating waves of pleasure carrying me off as I screamed into the blanket I had futilely shoved my face into. As I lie there shaking Shannon's hips convulsed forward a few times and then he was coming apart too with a shout.  He collapsed next to me and for the longest time I lay unmoving, completely overwhelmed, feeling like I was returning from a trip to the moon.  When I finally got my wits about me again I looked over to see he had propped himself up on his elbow and was grinning down at me.  I smacked him in the center of his chest.

   “Ow, hey, what the hell was that for?” he said with a laugh of protest.

   “You asshole,”  I told him.  “You can do that and all I got in the treehouse was that weak shit?”

   He laughed at me.  “I told you that was awful.  Do you believe me now?” He gave me a quick kiss.  “I was drunk and stupid but I was just so happy to be with you, Janey.  I'm just glad I got a second chance.”

   I tried not to remember how I had screwed that all up and snuggled my head into the crook of his arm.  We were damp and sweaty and the sheets were a disaster and I was just about to suggest a shower when I heard knocking at my bedroom door.

   “If you kids could come up for air for a minute that would be great,” Roger called from the other side.

   “I'm pretty sure I'm like five years older than you,” Shannon retorted.

   “Okay, old man,” Roger amended, “if you could climb off my bestie for a few minutes I'd like to talk to her.”

   I climbed out of bed on wobbly legs and pulled my robe on before answering the door.  Roger stood on the other side with a couple of bags and a smile.  

   “So,” he said, shoving one bag at me, “there's not much in the house and I didn't want you adorable little sex fiends getting dehydrated so I brought you some Gatorade and protein bars.”

   I heard Shannon laughing on the bed behind me.  “Seriously?” I said. Roger continued on, handing me the second bag.  

   “You're not used to having this much sex so take some advice, get up and pee afterward and drink this.  It's cranberry juice.  Honeymoon cystitis is not a good companion for your first day on your new job.”

   I snatched the bag away from him, mortified.  “What the hell Roger. You don't even have a vagina.  How do you know these things?”

   “Also, as a side note,” he said, ignoring the question completely, “I am feeling really bad right now that we're only just discovering that you're a screamer.” This brought a roar of laughter from behind me. I would have punched Roger if I didn't have my hands full.  He probably planned it that way just for that very reason.  He leaned around me so he could address Shannon.  “Good job!” he smirked, giving him a thumbs up signal.  I kicked the door closed.  Roger continued shouting on the other side.

   “Also, there are more condoms in a basket in my room if you need them! And lube in the top drawer if that's your thing!  Going back out now! Bye!”

   I tossed the bags on the desk and waited for Shannon to stop laughing.

   “He's like a perverted mother hen,” Shannon said, smiling.

   “Sorry.” In spite of Roger's embarrassing delivery I knew he knew his subject material so I opened the bottle of cranberry juice and took a swig. “I'm sure the coffee is ready by now.”

   He got out of bed and pulled his briefs on.  “I should probably call Jared so he knows I'm not passed out in a gutter somewhere.”

   “How about you do that, I'll strip the bed, and then we'll get some coffee and showers?”  

   I managed to find some sweats and a t-shirt in Roger's room so Shannon could get changed once he got out of the shower.  I would have climbed into the shower with him, he seemed to bring out my inner nympho, but our shower was ridiculously tiny and there wouldn't have been room to do anything anyway.  He let me shower first, so while I waited for him I put down fresh sheets and straightened up.  By the time he re-emerged I was waiting on the sofa, coffee in hand.  He took his cup and snuggled up to me, and the first thing I did was take a big sniff of him.  He smelled like my soap now and it was still wonderful and still Shannon.  

   “You smell me an awful lot,” he pointed out.

   I shrugged.  “Can't help it.  You're the best thing I've ever smelled.”

   He wrapped his arms around me, carefully balancing his coffee mug.  “I find that hard to believe.”  He took a careful sip from his cup. “So, what do  you want to do for the rest of your last full day in Los Angeles?”

   “I don't care,” I told him.  “I've seen everything I wanted to see while I've been here.  I don't have anyone else I need to say goodbye to.  Everything that's going with us is packed, and Roger has someone coming to get everything else out of here on Sunday after we're gone. When I said I was all  yours, I really meant I was all  yours.”

   Shannon thought for a minute.  “Okay, let's go grab something to eat, then swing by my place.  I want to get a change of clothes and my camera.”

   I narrowed my eyes.  “Why do you want your camera?”

   “Why do you usually want a camera Jane?” I continued frowning at him. “If you're running off to the other side of the country I'm getting some pictures of you.”

   “I don't really know if I want to run into Jared.”

   “He won't be there. It'll just be us.  It'll be great.” He took another sip of his coffee before continuing, more softly.  “Of course, if you didn't run off on me I wouldn't need pictures to remember you by.”

   Not this again.  “Shannon, please, I already explained.  Please don't spoil today.”

   He pressed his lips against mine, and I tasted toothpaste and the coffee he had just drunk. “I won't say another word, I promise, if you just come with me.”

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Speed Demon (Motorcycle AU/Ladynoir

So this pic was inspired by these two pinterest links

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/346495765067158677/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/527906387548076579/

And If anyone can link me to the artist for the fanart I’d so greatly appreciate it

It was such a stupid fucking purchase. That was the LAST and FINAL time she was ever gonna get drunk with Alya ever again. Last time it was a pomeranian and husky mix (Now named tikki)

“O.M.G Mari look at this fucking dog it’s so cuuuuuuute” Alya squealed, words basically vomiting out of her mouth

“Holy fuck that dog is so cute, I think i’m gonna die” Mari responded, leaning on a pillar to keep herself upright

Alya grabbed her by the shoulders with pure determination dancing in her eyes “Dude, let’s. Take. This. Dog. Home”

Mari blinked slowly, not catching up to Alya’s request “But, who’s gonna take care of it?”

“What are you, stupid? You should, duh! You’re always at home alone, whining about how you’re not getting any of that Agreste dick. The fastest way to man’s heart is with a puppy.”

It took a moment for all the words to reach her brain. But unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it), all it took was for her to hear the words “Agreste”, “Dick”, and “Puppy” for her to slam down 20 dollars onto the counter and parade down the street, Pomsky in hand, belting out the Lion King theme song.

‘And now it’s THIS fuckery’ she fumed

Marinette took a long hard look at her most recent drunk purchase and groaned. It was a Kawasaki Ninja ZX motorcycle. 998cc, liquid-cooled engine, a fuel engine of 4 50mm throttle bodies with dual injection and the sexiest red underglow you ever did see.

Marinette groaned louder “Tiiiiikiiii,” she picked up her baby and stared at her pitifully in the eyes “I’m in love with this fucking motorcycle”

Her phone suddenly buzzed and she glared at it with the fierceness of 1000 suns

“Heeey my favorite bestie in the whole world who is just so wonderful and beautiful and-”

“Alya, I still have a fucking motorcycle sitting in my apartment’s parking lot. AND I’M STILL 700 DOLLARS IN THE SHITTER”

She could hear her wince from the other side of the phone “I know, I know I’m sorry. I promise to go halfsies with you on it.”

“Extremely not the point but appreciated regardless, what do you want”

“Oh yeah that’s right. Um, me and Nino were gonna get coffee over at this cafe near the tower and he was bringing Adrien along which automatically means you’re coming too!”

“Alya, I can’t walk there! It’d take me forever!”

“Oh my god, you’re right. Hmmm...well, those motorcycle lessons you took in university had to come in handy at some point!”

“Wait, what?”

“It’s at Carette on 4 Place du Trocadéro et du 11 Novembre. You have 30 minutes. Bring my tiki baby. Kisses!”

“Alya don’t you dare hang up this fucking phone-”

*click*

“....She really did hang up this fucking phone”

Marinette ran her hand through her hair.

“Wanna go for a ride tikki?”

Ok, so despite the hefty price tag. And despite the fact that thing clearly is not made for everyday use. AND DESPITE the fact that she got this thing drunk off her ass…

Marinette did honestly adore this bike

The wind whipping against her leather jacket, the adrenaline pumping speeds this bike was giving her something she hadn’t felt in a long time…

Freedom

She arrived at the cafe about 3 minutes late to varying reactions

Alya looked smugly impressed that she actually brought the bike

Nino was shocked that she could even RIDE the bike

And Adrien...she couldn’t really tell

The entire time she spent parking, taking tikki out of her jacket, and locking up the bike he just stared at her with this indistinguishable look on his face. It put her completely on edge so she made extra sure to watch her every move.

Nino whistled low as he stared lovingly at her ride “I never knew you were into motorcycles, Mari”

“Well typically I’m not. But, alcohol mixed with fast and furious movies can make a person do odd things” She put extra emphasis on the last part as she glared Alya down

“In my defense...it makes your ass look fantastic”

Adrien almost choked on his latte as his face turned scarlet red

“I-in other news that isn’t this!” Marinette stuttered, desperate to change the subject “Adrien, how’s life going now that you’ve moved out of the family mansion?”

“Hm? O-oh! They’re going fine. I still have the whole ‘Agreste Legacy’ looming over my head so I have to be mindful of what I do, but, I’ve been trying to do more ‘rebellious’ stuff to balance it out”

Marinette quirked an eyebrow in genuine curiosity “Rebellious stuff like…”

His face calmed down to much more of a goofy and bashful pink “Well, I had my first burger last week. It was so good!”

Marinette broke out into a fit of giggles

Alya reached across the table and patted his cheek “Oh your poor, sweet summer child”

Nino patted his back “Dude, that’s so fucking pitiful”

“Hey! I’ve been on a strict diet since I was 13! Cut me some slack!”

Marinette took a bite of her sandwich “Soo, would you consider getting a bike”

“Oh so when I talk about the bike, I’m rude, but when you bring it up it’s fine”

Marinette kicked Alya in the ankle as she leaned in to hear his answer

Adrien swirled his latte around for moment “I wouldn’t be against it. I don’t have a clue what I’d do with it though.”

She hummed in agreement “I can see that. But, if it’s freedom you’re looking for a bike is about as free as you can get in all honesty”

They sat and chatted for awhile. Before they knew it the sun was low in sky and Tiki was starting to grow bored and antsy

“Bye bye my favorite little doggo!” Adrien cooed, petting her all over “Plagg will be so pissed at me when I get home but I’ll just slip some cheese in his catfood”

“Will you be ok riding home?” Alya asked, an expression of concern gracing her face

Marinette waved her hand in a passive gesture “Don’t worry about me; I know my way around this bike and the city. I’ll be fine”

Alya nodded in agreement “Alright Nino! it’s time to go home”

“Bye bye my favorite little bike-o” Nino cooed, feeling the smooth, cooling metal on his face “I know all the other bikes at the shop will be jealous but I’ll just give them the premium oil today”

“That’s enough of that” She declared, literally dragging him off the bike “Ok Mari, see you around!”

Marinette saw them off just as Adrien finished his mini cuddle session with Tiki. She started to feel nervous as she realized that they were actually alone together

“I do believe this is yours” He said handing over a decently satisfied pooch

“You spoil her far too much you know” she replied, fitting tiki comfortably in her jacket

“I could say the same to her. She’s my daily dose of affection which is more than what I can say for my own grumpy cat”

“Are you two still arguing?” She laughed

“I refuse to feed a cat only cheese! So he’s just gonna have to be ok with that”

Marinette giggled and watched some couples walk by. Adrien took a glance over at her and was surprised by just how pretty she truly was

He had always known that she was a pretty girl. He’d seen her at the occasional dance back in collège, or when they’d go down to the beach nowadays, but it was the oddest thing. Just being next to her, alone and staring out at the passersby, he finally got to see just how cute she really was.

Petite body, curvy where it counts, and soft all over, she’d be the best kind of cuddle buddy. Plus, it certainly helped that her face was easy on the eyes. Her light freckles gave that special kind of youth to her facial features and her lips were the cutest he’d ever seen.

But her eyes…

They were the kind you could easily get lost in. As blue as the sky, they were so captivating that it honestly baffled him sometimes. But as he stared, he could tell there was something hidden behind them. There was so much more to her. Something wild and unchecked. She hid it well behind that polite, well placed smile…

But he hoped that one day, she’d reveal it to him

“Welp, I think I’m gonna head out.” She said stretching out her limbs “Tiki’s getting sleepy now and she’s no fun cranky”

He shook away his rambling thoughts “Oh, ok that sounds good. Be safe on your way, ok? It starts getting dangerous at this time of night”

Marinette laughed mockingly “Hah! You think anyone’s gonna want to up against anything I’ve got?”

she flexed her well earned muscles to emphasize her point and Adrien’s blood ran straight to his face (among other areas)

“I wouldn’t mind going up against you. preferably against a wall and that bike being involved in some way, but I’d like to think i’m flexible”

He thought that the statement was only in his head…

“E-excuse me?!”

It wasn’t. It really wasn’t

Adrien’s eyes went to the size of the moon. He did not just openly admit to wanting to be pinned against a wall by his 5 foot 4 best friend, did he! But as she gawked at him, speechless at the fact that those words LITERALLY just came from his face, he quickly tried his best to come up with a cover story.

“I-i mean like a race o-or something. YEAH, I meant I’d like to go up against you in a race...with the starting line being...near a wall. Or not...I’m flexible?”

It was bad. SO terribly bad. But, she couldn’t bear to face the alternative option of talking that little slip up all the way through so she just mechanically nodded her head in agreement. He puffed out a sigh of relief.

He put a hand on her shoulder for support to lean in close and give tikki a good bye scritch. She caught a whiff of his cologne and she could feel her knees turning to jelly. It also didn’t help that his fingers so warm and soft on her neck. Electricity shot down her spine when his breath hit her collar bone.

‘Oh come on man this is a problem. A problem I’d love to explore one day. But for right now A VERY LARGE PROBLEM’

She clumsily shifted backwards to put more space in between them

“Welp, I’m gonna get started now.” She stated quicker than she meant to “Be safe getting home. yourcolognesmellsamazingyoushouldwearitmoreoftenbyeeeee” And before he could even respond she was already on her bike, racing down the road and weaving in and out of cars.

He watched the street she fled down for a while, a goofy, mixed look of joy and mortification plastered all over his face

“That bike really does make her ass look fantastic” He mumbled a lot quieter this time

He turned on his heels and started his walk home, scrolling through his phone at local bike shops

Marinette found herself planted firmly on the floor. It had been three days since she brought the bike to the cafe and she was still reeling from her personal time with Adrien.

“I wouldn’t mind going up against you. preferably against a wall and that bike being involved in some way, but I’d like to think i’m flexible”

Marinette screamed into the cottony void of her pillow. Who says stuff like that!? And more importantly, why didn’t she take him up on his offer!?!?

She peeked her eyes over the pillowy edge and up into the ceiling. She was so...pissed! Pissed at his stupid blonde hair that looked like a halo of pure gold. Pissed at his stupid, bright and playful smile that could cure depression if he wanted to.

But she was most pissed at his mystifying green eyes. How deep and entrancing they were. How they glittered when he talks about something new. How with just a look, he could get her to fall to her knees and...

She sat up straight on the floor and slammed her pillow down “ALRIGHT! I’m over this now, I want it to stop, and I know exactly how I’m gonna do that”

With the song “You don’t own me” by Grace blaring in her ears, she slipped into her sexiest pair of black jeans, red tank top, black leather jacket, black thigh boots and before rational thought could catch up to her she was flying down Rue Amelot, A ribbon of red light trailing behind her.

After a while, Marinette could genuinely say that she was feeling a little better. This whole “riding into the night” thing might become the norm for her if she could always feel this free.

As she rounded the the corner onto Boulevard Beaumarchais, she felt her stomach throwing a hissyfit of hunger. She noticed a convenience store on the side of the road and decided to make a quick pit stop.

Lucky for her another bike had just peeled off down the road. She pulled into the vacant spot, took off her red and black spotted helmet (It was cheap and cute), and made sure her bike was all locked up

‘Oook’ she mused to herself ‘I’m gonna get some chocolate...ok lots of chocolate, chips, some sodas aaand a treat or two for tiki, since I know she’ll be pissed I left without telling her’

Her thoughts were interrupted as she was roughly pushed out of the way. She fell to the ground, a little scuffed up, but ok otherwise.

“Sorry about that!” The voice called out. She turned her head to yell at the offender, but she could only see a running, manly figure dressed in all black and wearing a cat eared helmet. He pulled off into the street and was gone before she knew it.

“Christ, someone’s eager to get back to their pornhub” she fumed “Fucking prick”

She picked herself up, dusted off her pants, and collected her helmet “Oh well, there’s an asshole in every city. Now, back to horrible health decisions”

Two steps

She barely got two steps into the store before being hailed down by a woman in complete hysterics. She flung herself into Marinette’s arms, caked on makeup running down her face as she cried

“You have to help me! Please! You have to go after him!”

Marinette was at a pure loss, she looked over at the clerk who had an equally distressed look on his face “W-who are you talking about miss?”

The woman only wailed louder “That man! He stole my purse! Without it I can’t get back home! Please, you have to catch him”

The man that pushed her earlier came back to her mind. ‘Omg, a mugger ran right past me and I didn’t do shit about it’.

Her eyes flared up in pissivity the second time that night

‘Oh, that shit’s gonna change on THIS night’

She hadn’t planned on going on a high speed chase that night. Honestly, her plan was to ride around until 2 AM, get gas for the cycle, then go home and pig out till morn.

But, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

She snatched up a protein bar and red bull (free of charge, due to her impending heroics), strapped on her helmet, and shot off into the night to find the man with a cat eared helmet.

Moments later she caught sight of him crossing over the street ahead of her.

She smirked in malicious delight

“Got you, fucker”

Using her foot as an anchor she pivoted herself until she was right behind him. She revved the engine hard and was steadily inching closer, wanting to cut him off at that pass.

This guy was no fool, however. The first chance he got the man turned down a smaller road to try and shake her off. She was going too fast to turn down the same path, but that hardly fazed her. She’s lived in this city her whole life and no one was gonna keep her from her goal.

She weaved her way down alleys and back roads till she found herself right behind him again, his electric green underglow shining in her face.

He tried it again but she was smarter this time around, predicting every move he made before he even had the chance to make it.

And Marinette had to admit, she was having fun! Adrenaline, passion-fueled fun! It was in no way legal, but you know...semantics.

They had been playing this cat and mouse game for a while, but it soon became a game of wits as the perpetrator turned down a road with no street lights. The spaces between the rooftops were filled wall to wall with tree branches, so any visibility from moonlight was shotty at best.

To make a complicated situation short…

Mari couldn’t see shit

‘It’s fine’ she reasoned ‘We both still have our lights on so I can still track him’

As if he had read her mind the green lights of his motorcycle cut to black

‘Oh you are an extra kind of asshole’

She had to pick up the pace now, move to slow and he’ll slip away into the darkness. She was so close now she could catch his scent wafting into her nose. She reached out her hand to grab him by the jacket and maybe yank him off…

But she hesitated with the oddest sense of Deja vu

‘That scent…’

The figure took her confusion as opportunity and slammed on his breaks, giving them instant distance. Marinette whipped herself around to face him but by the time she pulled herself all the way around, she was only faced with an empty road, cars lined along the street, and thick inky darkness.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, he was clearly hiding because she could no longer hear the sound of an engine anywhere near by but that only made her search more difficult. She clicked on her headlights and silently rode along the street, her eyes trained intensely on anything that moved.

Something wasn’t right, however, she found his bike parked not too far from where she was, so he couldn’t have gotten too far. And yet, she couldn’t hear a thing besides the sound of her own humming engine.

Her eyes scanned the area meticulously. “Where are you hiding?”

The sound of fist hitting face cut through the air. Marinette looked toward the sound and found a portly man tumble out of an alley.

“You fucking creep!” He bellowed, wiping blood from his nose “Hand over that purse and I won’t break your fucking kneecaps”

‘Aha! Found you, ya jackass.’ She smirked ‘Don’t worry gramps, helps on the way’

Kicking it up the engine, she rushed to the scene of the scuffle, skidding her bike till it fit sideways into the alley, blocking everyone’s way out.

She came too late it seemed as the black figure was busying himself with punching the nightlights out of the man.

She hopped off and yanked the figure off the man, putting a great deal of distance between them.

“Jesus Christ are you ok? Can you hear me?” The old man was unresponsive. She checked for a pulse, it was fine but the man was clearly unconscious.

“Hey!” Marinette barked out, rising up slowly to face the man in the black mask “If you want a real fight I’ll take you on right now!”

The figure didn’t speak, he merely tilted his head in apparent confusion. She refused to even give him the chance to react as she rushed right up to him so she could plant her size 7 boot to his sternum.

His reflexes were impeccably sharp, however, as he brandished a titanium staff to block her blow.

She was knocked back a little but that only fueled her resolve. She ducked down low aimed for ankles. She figured she could trip him up but he stabbed the staff down between them causing her to freeze in her track to avoid a shattered shin.

She was starting to grow real irritated with this guy. Everytime she attempted to advance toward him he’d counter-attack by jabbing at her arms, chest and neck. She’d dodge each time but not by much.

‘He’s attempting to paralyze me’ she analyzed. She had to get that staff away from him and fast before he put her in a coma.

A crude but effectively brilliant idea came to mind. She took a few prep steps back and rushed him, raising her leg for a jump kick to the sternum.

He held out his staff to repel the hit.

‘Hah, dumbass’ she smirked from behind her helmet.

Marinette slipped underneath the baton in the man’s hands, twisting herself around until she was pressed back-to-chest with him. Grabbing on tight to the staff with both hands she thrust her head back, colliding their helmets together violently.

“Ah! Fuck that hurts!” The man donned in black cried as he stumbled backward, dropping the staff from his hands. Admittedly, her brain was pretty scrambled too, but she didn’t give him even a moment’s breath. Grabbing him by his jacket collar, she whipped him around and forced him onto a brick wall.

Marinette threw off her spotted helmet, wanting to be perfectly clear in every word she spoke.

“Hand over the purse” She warned

Even from behind the black void of his visor she could tell he was confused “Wait...huh?”

She pushed again “DON’T play stupid. Return that purse you stole and I may at minimum let you live”

“H-hold on Mari, this is a huge misunderstanding”

Her eyes widened in astonishment but she forced it down as she pressed herself tighter against him, keeping him trapped there.

“I don’t know how you know my name and quite frankly I don’t give a fuck. However, what I do know is that you have about 5 seconds to hand over what you stole before you become quite intimate with the fucking concrete.”

The man was in a panic. He put up his hands in surrender as if to show some type of peace.

“Marinette, I didn’t steal that purse! And I can prove it too.”

She was skeptical. There was no immediate reason for her to trust this guy, everything about him appeared exceptionally shady.

She narrowed her blue eyes. There was something to this guy. His voice and physique gave her another hit of deja vu. It didn’t help that again that familiar scent drifted to her nostril. Against her better judgement, she gave the guy the chance to plead his case.

Easing off of him just enough to show that she was offering him a chance the man breathed a sigh of relief. He reached behind his head and her hands were immediately at his throat.

“E-easy there tiger” He choked out “I’m just taking my helmet off”

She loosened her grip and again he reached his hands behind his head. Pressing a small paw print shaped button, his helmet expanded, releasing bouts of pressure from around his head.

“You see, dear Mari” He said with a light chuckle as he lifted the covering from his face “I couldn’t have taken that woman’s purse”

He opened up his eyes to stare deeply into hers

“Still got that whole ‘Agreste Legacy’ looming over me, you know?”

Bright, playful smile

Golden halo hair

And those stupidly mystifying green eyes

Forget the french language, comprehensible human sounds failed her.

He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, as she stared incredulously at him

“Um...surprise?”

Reality finally caught back up to her as he face flared crimson “A-Adrien!? What are doing!? Why in gods name did you take that woman’s purse?”

Adrien groaned “Mari. I. DIDN’T. TAKE IT. I’m loaded remember?”

“So why did you push me at the store?” She stammered out “Why did you run?”

“I said sorry for the push.” He complained “Speaking of which, I don’t think you should concern yourself with other people’s internet search trends”

She couldn’t bear to look him in the face anymore as she stuffed her face in his jacket, unknowingly spreading a pink hue across his cheeks.

He cleared his throat “A-as for the running. I didn’t know who you were, figured you were one of that asshole’s cronies. I followed him as you followed me I suppose.”

She peeked up at him “Ok fine then. Why did you try and paralyze me”

“Well when you called me out I thought that it might’ve been you but I couldn’t be sure. The pressure point thing was to paralyze you enough to find out who you were.”

Marinette’s face slowly began to lose some of its red hue as she thought about the series of events.

But of course that didn’t settle the fact that she definitely just tried to beat the shit out of her long time crush. She stuffed her face into his chest again and groaned piteously

He had to have been thinking the same thought as her as he placed a warm and caring hand atop her head “You’re a great fighter by the way.” He laughed “You were right when you warned not to go up against you. You’re mighty scary when pissed”

That phrase hit her like a truck ‘not to go up against you’

She looked up at him though fluttering lashes, a flirting smile painted along her lips.

Those bluebell eyes pierced through him worse than any knife could. He averted his eyes and shifted his position in nervousness.

Bad idea, champ

He suddenly became painfully aware of Marinette’s position in relation to himself. Her curvaceous figure was pressed flush to his body, soft assets pushed firmly onto his broad chest.

But what was killing him most was the fact that Marinette’s knee was held firmly against his more...sensitive regions. Under any other circumstances he might be able to play it off casually, have a good laugh about it and move on. Problem was, he was still riding his adrenaline which was sending his libido through the metaphorical roof.

“Hey M-mari” he stammered “Do you mind easing off me just a tad? It’s um a little claustrophobic right now”

Marinette hummed in feigned thought “Now why would I ever do that? If I remember correctly you shouldn’t have a problem with this kind of thing, right?”

The gentle scent of strawberry from her shampoo eased its way into his nose. He swallowed hard “What makes you say that? I’m positive that a situation like this is a new one for me”

And then he saw it

That hidden look in her eyes that he’d been longing to see. It wasn’t some deep identity secret that she was trying to withhold. Oh it was something far more captivating. It was wild. It was pure seduction.

It was her true, free self

Her arms wrapped smoothly around his neck, pulling herself up to the shell of his ear. Without hesitation he wound his long arms possessively around her waist. It was so tiny and slim. She truly was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“I think I remember a certain blonde wanting to ‘go up against me’. He preferred a wall and my bike being involved, but, I’d love to see how flexible he really is”

Cute. Did he say cute?

He meant sexy.

Like Adriana Lima drizzled in chocolate was a protestant nun compared to Marinette right now.

And if she kept talking like that they may have to take a sporadic trip back to his apartment...and close all the blinds...and play some pretty loud music.

‘FOCUS Agreste FOCUS’ He chided at himself ‘The girl you’ve been in love with since high school has just said something incomprehensibly sexy. You HAVE to come up with something clever to retort with. Come on man, ACTIVATE THAT CHARM’

He gripped her shoulders and pushed her just an inch away staring intensely into her big beautiful blue eyes.

This was his redemption, his crowning moment! What he says now will determine whether or not he gets laid tonight!

“Something sexually clever”

Weeell pornhub doesn’t sound THAT bad right?

He blew it. He could’ve said anything. Hell, A PUN could’ve sufficed but instead he vomited out that garbage statement.

Marinette burst into a fit of giggles. It was so terribly bad that she had no choice but to laugh.

She reached out her hand to lift his downcast eyes but was ripped from his hold by two large grubby hands.

The man once thought to be knocked out cold, had somehow managed to get up and hold a knife to Marinette’s throat

His voice was gravelly and shaken, like he wasn’t playing with a full deck of cards

“I’ve got you now you little prick” he seethed at Adrien, eyes still cast toward the floor “Hand over the bag and all your shit. Do anything stupid and your little lady gets a not so friendly hole in her throat”

Adrien bent down and picked up his helmet up off the ground. The burly man pressed the knife further against her neck “Y-you stop right there!”

“Oh calm your nerves asshole.” Adrien sassed back “No one’s gonna do shit to you”

He leaned back against the wall casually, fiddling with something along the side of it sleek black exterior

“Hey Mari wanna guess how cool it is being rich” He said eagerly

She let out a sigh of teasing annoyance “How cool, you spoiled brat.”

“I take offense to that” he pouted “And if you must know I got tons of neat software loaded into my very helmet”

“Like I said spoiled”

The man was losing his patience and fast “HEY! Cut the bullshit and give me all shit!”

Adrien merely cut his eyes at the man and disregarded his statement “Wanna know what I got programmed onto this bad boy?”

Marinette shrugged “You seem oddly eager to tell me about it so go for it”

“I got a GPS, personal assistant, even little driving games I can play with!”

She giggled “That definitely sounds like something you’d piece together”

He laughed back in goofy satisfaction “It’s super fun, but, there is this one app that i’ve yet to try out. It’s kinda hard to explain but maybe if I fiddle with it it’ll come on”

He subtly tapped on his ear to show earplugs tucked firmly into his ears. Marinette took the hint and covered her ears as best she could.

The man was absolutely livid. How dare this smug bitch and her boyfriend ignore him! He is no one to fuck with and he’d prove it.

He raised his knife hand high into the air

“Aha! Found it” Adrien exclaimed and clicked a little red button hidden in between the expanded panels.

From the speakers installed on the ears of his helmet a piercing, shrill sound sliced through the air like a fresh blade. Its volume went up to 130 decibels and without earplugs would surely disorient any poor schmuck in a half mile radius.

The man dropped the knife onto the ground and gripped his aching head with both hands, setting Marinette free. That migraine would only shift into a mild coma as Adrien then hurled the helmet and pinged the man right in the temple.

The sound soon turned off and all that was left was an unconscious asshole wishing he had just stayed home.

Marinette didn’t wanna take any chances and jogged over to her bike to look through her back for some restraints.

She could feel his eyes on her as she bent over to look through her carrier bag

“You have such a great ass” He commented with abandon

“Coming from a cutie with a booty like yours I’m flattered” She retorted, returning to finish restraining the man

“And rather than staring at the loveliness that is me” She commented, still feeling his eyes watch her every move “I’d suggest you call the police so that we can all this a night”

Although he blushed a light pink from embarrassment he also couldn’t shake the sad feeling that after this guy get hauled off that’ll be the end of their little excursion. If he could, he’d put this night on massive repeat, but it was getting late and he was sure she had somewhere important to be. He called the police to report the man and returned to Marinette with an odd amount of rope left over.

“Mari?” He questioned cautiously “Why do you have so much excess rope?”

“Well, originally I used it to tie down the tarp over my bike but I’m realizing it’s pretty useful”

He tilted his head in confusion “LIke what?”

“Well” she said walking casually toward him “Tying down tarps, hanging up picture frames, restraining creeps. Things like that”

Adrien nodded his head in agreement “I can see that but you are missing one vital use”

It was now Marinette’s turn to look lost “And that would be?”

He took the rope from her hands and wrapped it around her slim waist, pulling her in until their lips met in passionate kiss.

Originally the kiss was gonna be short and simple but one taste of her and he lost control for a moment, hungrily exploring her mouth until her legs gave out from underneath her.

By the time they actually separated she was lost in a haze of pleasure on the ground. He knelt down, a wild and dangerous look in his eyes. He leaned in and she trembled at the deep sound of his voice.

“How about this” He whispered “Whoever makes it to my place first gets to find out that hidden use”

He laid a searing kiss into the crook of her neck

“Fair?”

Never in her life had she said yes so quickly in her whole life

He straightened himself up and helped the poor girl onto her feet “Good! Then I certainly hope you can drive much faster than during our little chase my lady”

He may be a sex god in her eyes

But she’ll be damned if she backs down from a challenge

“Hey! Get back here you mangy feline!” She yelled after him, Adrien boasting a cheshire like grin on his face.

He leaped over her bike but before he could even put up the kickstand she sped by him, determined to prove a point.

“That’s my lady” He crooned, gazing lovingly at the red ribbon of light streaming down the street “She’s crazy as hell. And I love every minute of her”

The next morning Alya woke up to an odd text message

“The fastest way to a man’s heart is not a puppy. It’s a Kawasaki Ninja.”

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“PS, Rope is SO useful (Just make sure you’re the one figuring that out)