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paisley-constellations · 4 months ago

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Thoughts on the TNA remix!

Suburbia Overture

• Loveddd this one sm, genuinely had me giggling and kicking my feet

• The vocals are so much clearer in this version, especially w/ the ensemble parts (doo-wops, ‘good morning!’ etc.)

• Not rlly sure how to feel about the drums tho, idk why but it was kind of giving me trap vibes?? It didn’t sound bad or anything, just not what I was expecting + it was a little out of place in the first section

• I feel like the musical theatre/60s doo-wop aspect of Greetings From Mary Bell Township was kind of toned down a little bit in this version? Maybe that’s just me tho

• The part before Vampire Culture was AMAZING, the crackly, radio filter really works for this section and the instrumental in the background was incredible, would rather listen to this part than the original any day

• Speaking of Vampire Culture, WOW did I love this version of it

• Like the transition from GFMBT felt so much more impactful in this version?? Genuinely felt like a punch in the gut, had me floored

• The clear vocals make this version of VC so much better as well, love that we can hear the screaming in the intro and instrumental breaks properly now

• A little less chaotic than I wanted tho, but that’s more of a personal problem than anything

• My fave part of the song by far

• Also love how much easier to hear the vocals in Love Me, Normally is now

• I do miss the piano being more audible but it’s not a huge issue

• The original still probably gets the edge over this one, but I still adored it from start to finish, such a good intro

2econd 2ight 2eer

• S!

• Do you think this one is pronounced ‘two-econd two-ight two-eer’?

• I didn’t really like the vocals on this one tbh, felt a bit too echoey for me

• This version just feels a bit washed-out too me, idk

• The instrumental sections are amazing though, I love the slightly louder guitar during the piano solo

• I don’t really have much to say about this one

• It was still good, but I’d rather listen to the original any day

Laplace’s Angel

• ‘feat. The Onceler’

• I acc love this man

• The build-up to this one is sm better imo, and I love the extra brass part in the intro

• The vocals are thankfully much better here, and the song overall feels cleaner

• The background voices in the chorus are a little louder and I can actually here what they’re saying now

• Especially love the piano here, it’s always my favourite part of the live performances so I appreciate it getting some more love here

• The percussion here is also so much clearer, which is always a plus

• The bridge is genuinely incredible, like I’m literally ascending

• The added percussion in that section helps so much

• Acc might prefer this one to the original, surprisingly

• The slightly quieter instrumental works in its favour

I / Me / Myself

• I’m not sure why but I didn’t really like this one?

• Idk it’s kind of got the same problem with 222 for me, the vocals just don’t sound particularly clear and I’m not a fan of the effect Will uses here

• A little disappointing bc I was rlly hoping to love this one

• The piano solo is way better in this version tho, it’s a big improvement from the original

• Overall tho it was just kind of forgettable

• Not exactly bad, like it’s still I / Me / Myself, but I don’t think I’d give it another listen

…well, better than the alternative

• Probably my favourite on the whole album tbh

• Something about this version just hits the spot, idk man

• Like don’t get me wrong, I love the original WBTTA, but this kind of live music vibe really works for it

• I can see why people were comparing it to ICIMI/ICID, I love how much more mellow and authentic this version feels

• The production on the drums is so much better as well, which is a complaint I saw a lot of people had with the original

• The different take for vocals is also a really neat touch, though there’s a couple of parts where I prefer the original delivery (mainly the ‘if everyone’s sick nobody can catch it’ part)

• I feel like this version is a little slower as well? Or at least it feels that way, but I think it definitely makes the song a lot more emotional

• Like I was already crying to this song on a daily basis, but this version genuinely makes me sob

• It might be the ukelele emphasis as well? I also really love the background vocals

• The bridge is also phenomenal, that piano never fails to make me fall to my knees in anguish

• The viola (I think it’s a viola? I’m not entirely sure tho) is also really nice in this version, it definitely ties the section together

• Overall this is definitely better than the original for me, immediately added to the 17 hour long playlist

Outliars and Hyppocrates

• No way he lied about the apple thing?? I thought I could trust you Will Wood, you’ve always been so honest w/ us

• What next, you’re going to tell me you don’t actually have a daughter?

• I’m so happy the skeleton bones were added in this version

• Unfortunately I think I prefer the original instrumental tho

• I don’t have any issue w/ the vocals here, but honestly the instrumental in Outliars was always my favourite part of the song, so changing it so drastically left me a little sad

• Bonus points for the skeleton bones though

Black Box Warrior

• I showed my dad the new title for this song and I think he had a stroke

• This might be the longest WW title ever? Not sure though, BFB might still reign supreme

• I really like the drums here, and while the focus on the piano in the original is one of my favourite things about BBW, I think the choice to let some of the other instruments have their time to shine helps this version really stand out

• Surprisingly, the echoey vocals in the choruses actually add to this version, rather than annoy me like 222 and I / M / M

• I ADORE the instrumental and monologue section in this version

• Like I’m not sure how Will managed to make it better than it already was

• What did he put in this part

• Overall really solid, tho I think I might prefer the more piano-centric original a tiny bit

• I’m a little biased tho

Marsha, Thankk You For The Dialectics

• Gonna be honest rn, I really don’t like this version

• Like it pains me to say it

• But the instrumental is far too quiet

• Where is the punch of the saxophone in the intro Will? Where is my banging piano tune?

• Marsha is already one of the less chaotic songs on the album, you did not need to do this to me

• It kind of feels like it’s the only thing that was changed as well

• There’s really nothing else for me to enjoy about this version

• It’s still Marsha tho

• + the title is amazing, love the Stranger Things ref and the confirmation that the ‘thankk’ was a typo

Memento Mori

• My second favourite in the album

• Actually adore this version, 100% better than the original

• The background vocals are once again louder in this version, which adds a ton more to the original song

• I always liked the relative simplicity of MM when compared to the rest of the album thematically, but I like the added texture here

• The little woosh in the bridge also makes me happy so yk

• It’s probably the least changed song out of all of them but I still prefer it to the original

#will wood #wwatt #william woodiam #the normal album #the normal album remaster #the new normal #wee woo #the normal album remix #new music #music

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sixosix · 4 months ago

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hiii! i just wanted to say that i absolutely adore thawed <333 i stumbled upon it when i was checking out ur acc bc of another fic i read and i managed to read the entire series in 2 days 😭 i love how everyone was characterized and i was literally squealing and kicking my feet and pacing around my room… (spoilers!!) like the way they reunited when lyney ran after reader during his performance was *chefs kiss* had me screaming into my pillow n everythingg 😭😭 i also love reader and rosalie's relationship and how they were like mother and daughter ☹️☹️💗💗💗 i actually got just a tiny bit upset when i thought she was going to drink the tea and forget about reader and i got a bit reluctant to keep reading but i’m glad everything worked out! i wanna say more but i don’t want this ask to get too long but thank u soooooo much for writing thawed, especially for free too!!! ^^ i rlly enjoyed it and i think it might be one of my fav fics of all time, i will def be rereading it 🤭🤭 once again tysm for writing it and i hope u have a great night/day!! <3

hi anon!! first of all, you are SO SWEET THANK YOUU!!!! waking up to this ask was so heartwarming u made my entire week… 😭❤️ im so so happy to hear your thoughts and even more happy that you enjoyed thawed ❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much again!! have a wonderful day

#606:inbox #ANON😭😭❤️❤️❤️#<3

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vrachis · 8 months ago

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can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

oh my hof i loev miko

i'll give her the most delicious, passionate, back arching, eyerolling, giggling, toe curling, feet kicking, hair twirling, nail biting, hair ripping, aggresive screaming, sobbing, yelling, sloppiest head ever. y'all have no idea how insane I'm going for this woman. I want for her to break my bed n all my bones, I want for her to break my spine and hit me with a truck, I'm literally loosing my mind. wanna sit on her lap while kissing her neck. I wanna have this woman in my bed everynight. only the dear Lord knows how insane I am for this woman. i would rip my hair off, smash my head into the wall, bite my nails off, rip my clothes off for this woman y'all js cannot imagine istg. she makes so so horny It's just so unreal. like I'm screaming yelling n sobbing so hard it's UNBELIEVABLE. I wanna be the mother of her kids. I wanna carry her babies in my stomach for nine months. like I'm ovulating so hard. I'll let her bite my lips just as hard so they bleed. I'm screaming so hysterically. I want for her to eat me. want her to literally DEVOUR ME. like I'm so feral. I'm acc loosing my mind. OH MY FUCK THIS WOMAN. I mean, her hair her voice her arms her hands her everything!! It just makes me so So So SOO horny. It turns me on so quick. I am a literal animal when I see her. I want for her to bite my ear It's js so unbelievable. I'm an actual slut for her. I'd literally do anything. my legs are literally wide open. she can literally spit on me, punch me, hit me with a truck, slap me. fuck me till death. I'm so feral like l js CANNOT anymore

yae miko i loev you so much i would due for tou I LOEV UOU

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dom!succubus yae miko x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, miko has claws/fangs, she's a bit obsessed with you + steals you at the end

contains: shibari, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, tribbing, orgasm denial, overstimulation

pt. 1 of the succubus au miniseries

word count: 2.0k

miko is the type of succubus to enjoy her prey to the fullest. once she has you ensnared in your very own dream, she holds nothing back. yet something about you taunts her.

each time she seeks you out, she just can't seem to settle on the right time to feed on your lust. she's been watching you for quite some time now. she's always rather finnicky with her food, taking her time to select the perfect prey. but there's something about you that has her curious.

she's usually the type to lure her pretty toys with a few wet dreams. soon enough, they're practically begging for something, anything, without even realizing it's her they want. it only takes her a few days to figure them out, really. once she gets what she needs, she discards her toys, thrown away to find the next docile little thing to sink her teeth into.

she's been watching you for a longer time than she usually wastes on humans. considering she's a succubus, she has the ability to walk in dreams, though she can also walk unnoticed (if she wishes) through your version of reality. miko follows you around, observing your day-to-day activities. she finds it monotonous, trying to find an angle to use to drag you to her.

slowly, she begins to pay more attention. rather than just watching, she starts to notice things about you. the little quirks only perceptive beings would spot. the way you tap your foot when you work, the way you bite the inside of your cheek, the little creases of your eyebrows when you're annoyed. it almost makes her sick how she can actually anticipate your actions before you do them.

miko walks through your life like a ghost alongside you. she's haunted by you, and she doesn't know why. she wants you all to herself. not just for the night, she wants to possess you entirely. she wants to figure out what makes you tick, and then she wants to strip it all away to make you into her perfect pet to please and feed on.

but another part of her, the strange, new, sensitive part, wants to keep you close to her for something she's never felt before. this... feeling is not possessive, no. this is as close to what humans call 'love' as a demon like her could manage, she thinks. she likes watching you laugh. the way your lips curl up in amusement at stupid jokes from your friends. your smile is infectious, and she thinks it cruel that she isn't the reason she sees you smile.

she itches to touch your skin, your hair, to run her fingers down your spine. she wants your body, yes, but she wants to keep you. maybe you could be her pretty little pet, cure her strange obsession for you so she can move on. she's tried before to forget about you, but she can't bring herself to.

yet, she wonders why she hasn't just taken care of all this yet. why hasn't she simply taken you? she never really needs to make her prey desperate for her. that's just all in good fun for bored succubi like her. it makes the chase all the more fun. so, why does she torment herself with watching you and never anything more?

sometimes she catches you at night, playing with yourself beneath your blankets. soon enough, all tuckered out from your little session, you fall asleep. she knows this is the prime moment, but she wants to draw it out subconsciously. it's nearing obsession the way she edges herself with you. her fingers itch to touch you, but she refrains, practically punishing herself.

but then it happens. a night when you've come home exhausted, which, albeit isn't a rare occurrence. something about you seems off tonight, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you climb into bed, stripping yourself with one goal in mind, to which miko watches you eagerly.

she's almost disappointed when your session ends with you simply growing more frustrated, tossing the covers over yourself and curling up on your side. her tail stops moving, drooping without her even realizing as her brows furrow. how boring.

well, surely this was her cue?

the logical part of her brain tells her it's merely because your body would still be aroused, still prepared to orgasm.

her heart tells her it's because you were obviously upset, and you didn't even get the relief you desperately chased. poor little human, unable to find pleasure on her own.

she feels bad for you, sneaking into your little dreamworld and seeing the image of you curled up in your bed. she approaches you confidently, a little smirk on her lips as she drags her finger up your blanket-covered body, tapping the tip of your nose.

you wake up slowly, looking up at her with furrowed brows. "is this a dream?" you ask suddenly, and she laughs, turning to the side and covering her fangs with her palm.

"oh, aren't you adorable." she coos, pinching your cheek. she leans down, cupping your jaw and puffing your lips out. "you look so tired, little one." she glances off, her hand taking a more gentle touch than she would with any others.

she can see you eyeing her tail curiously as it sways, curling up behind her body. her thumb gently strokes your skin, and she smiles almost wickedly. "you're so cute, i could just eat you up..." her eyes trail down your blankets, falling on where your waist would be. "you're lucky i like my prey a little slutty." she pinches your cheek, giving you no time to react to her words. "you're practically dripping, i can smell it."

she yanks the blankets off, revealing the wet patch on your panties and your surprised little face. you can't even manage to hide it before she's pushing your thighs open wide with clawed hands. they dig into your skin, leaving little indentations in your thighs as she leans in. you swear her eyes glow in the darkness of your room, focusing on your panties.

her clawed fingers trace over your clothed cunt, teasingly scraping the sharp points over your clit, feeling you squirm from the light sensations. she laughs, leaning up and suddenly bringing her palm down over your pussy. it's a dull thud and a slight pain that makes you yelp, thighs struggling to close as she keeps a firm hold on one.

"so sensitive too. what a little treat, and all for me?" she slides her free hand up to your jaw, tilting your already glassy eyes up to hers. "all for me?" she repeats, lightly squeezing your jaw.

and, really, you're not quite sure what takes over you when you respond with a meek little, "yes, all for you." slightly muffled by her hold on your face. she pats your cheek, satisfied as she settles back down between your legs.

she rips your panties right off you, tossing them away haphazardly, grinning up with sharp fangs. she nips your thigh just to hear you gasp for her before she licks a slow, fat stripe up your cunt. her tongue is skilled as she circles your clit, teasing your sensitive nerves as you begin to squirm.

you just can't help it. she feels so good, and your hips move on their own, grinding on your tongue. and then, once more, she slaps your pussy. considering it's your bare flesh now, it stings more, and she delights in your whiny little cry for her.

"bad girl." she chastises. "keep still for me." she warns, biting your skin again before diving back in.

you do your best to stay still, trying not to move your hips, but when she slides her tongue into your dripping hole, your hips jump. she suddenly lets out an almost disappointed sigh, pulling away. your slick still coats her lips and part of her face as she stares down at you.

"no! please- please wanna-"

"you're a disobedient little thing." she tuts, ignoring you. "you're lucky i like little brats." she drags a hand up your jaw, booping your nose before summoning ropes in her hands. it all happens so fast, and suddenly, you find yourself completely tied up.

intricate red rope knots cover your body, keeping you all tied up in a way she has easy access to your pussy, but one where you can't move at all. you struggle against the ropes, whining at her and she grins. "what's the matter?"

"'m sorry!" you whimper and she shakes her head.

"aw, but this doesn't have to be a punishment, does it? it's not so bad, being all tied up for me. you're much cuter when i don't have to keep reminding you of the rules." she covers her smile with the back of her palm. she leans back down, eyeing your dripping pussy. "you're wet enough, i'd say."

she sits up, making you watch as she slowly, teasingly strips. she unties the delicate strings holding her outfit together, revealing her breasts first. she lets the fabric slide down her stomach before she pulls it away to reveal her bare body. she cups her own breasts, seeing your desperate gaze.

"wanna touch, please?" you ask her and she sighs, teasing her own nipples with a wicked grin.

"if you're a good girl, maybe i'll let you. that's something you have to earn." she answers, positioning herself over you. she spreads your thighs, her cunt hovering over yours. "now, be a good little toy, and stay very still while i use you."

she slides her pussy over yours, her clit rubbing against yours as you mewl loudly for her, already sensitive from being edged earlier. she laughs wickedly, grinding more firmly. her grip on your legs is harsh, but the pleasure from her rubbing against you is sending your mind reeling.

"ah, sweetheart- you're drenched. you feel so good." she muses, head falling forward as she uses you entirely for her own pleasure. she drinks up your pathetic mewls and whimpers.

"close, i'm close, please, please-" you begin to babble, tears forming in your eyes as you desperately beg for her.

"go on, cum for me like the little slutty human you are." her ears flick, the jewelry in them jingling as she uses your body.

she feels your release against her, making it even more slick. you sigh with relief, only to whimper and cry when she keeps going. she grabs your face, shutting your mouth. "i didn't get to cum yet, don't be selfish. besides, you were begging me just a minute ago to cum. i'm letting you cum as many times as i decide. isn't that so generous of me?" she nods your head for you, patting your cheek and continuing to grind against you.

once she's wrung two more orgasms from you, she's sat herself right onto your face, riding your tongue as her clawed hands destroy your pillows. she uses you like you're nothing more than a toy to her, grinding her clit on your nose and completely suffocating you.

all you can feel, smell, hear, see, and taste are her.

she coos at you, so condescending as she cums on your tongue. "drink it all up, it's all for you. so strange that such a filthy little thing like you can get me so worked up. ah, looking after you had me pent up for the longest time." she smiles down at you, untying the knots as you lay limply on the bed.

she cups your cheek, her heart skipping a beat when you nuzzle into her palm like a little kitten.

"oh, it's a shame you're so cute. i almost feel bad for what i'm about to do. almost." she pets your head, letting you fall asleep in your dream.

she sneaks back out into the real world, picking up your sleeping body, carrying you off to her dimension. perhaps you'd be an interesting pet for her, indeed.

after all, miko wasn't quite done with you yet. she just can't help it that she's the possessive type ♡

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teacuptoast · 2 years ago

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Homefront

Relation: Young Justice x Teammate! GN. Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Mention of Alcohol

Words: 3.2K

Summary: A reader insert and rewrite of episode 12 season 1. Reader is an absolute smart ass but we stan the sarcasm. They're giving major stiles stalinski vibes.

A/N: Ayyy my first piece so enjoy. Also, I'm having my monthly YJ brain rot.

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“Ugh, I hate chemistry,” Sighing, I walked out of my last class of the day. Merging into the swarm that was the hallway I adjusted my bookbag as my feet swiftly carried me out of the building. I was practically running to get out of the building, desperate to get away from the place.

Its only the second week and I already miss summer. AP this, ACC that, I was drowning in paperwork. Not to mention the fact that the rest of the team gets 3 hours off before you. While they’re all playing games and baking cookies I’m stuck listing to Mr. ‘Peaked in Highschool’ tell me how to do a pushup.

Already in a bad mood I walked deeper into the drowsy city. A steady drissle turned into a downpour as your student jacked did little to shield you from the rain. ‘I hate this,” I’d chant in my head to pass the time, “I hate this, I hate this so much.” Forgetting an umbrella was a rookie mistake.

Now being soaked and soggy, I huffed before taking a sharp turn into the nearby ally. My boots splashed through puddles as I neared the rundown photo booth. Setting my bag down in a relatively dry sport my hand rummeged through textbooks before pulling out a pair of glasses.

Placing the glasses on my face I took in a large breath before stepping into the booth. After scanning me the voice read, “B0-7 Hawkeye.” Hearing the familiar name I readied myself for whatever weird situation I was about to walk into.

Stepping forward into the room I closed my eyes and spoke into the room, “I think I’ve broken the record for most consecutive minor problems in one day, and let me tell you, its really pissing me off.”

Opening my eyes I looked into open room to find a fireball coming straight twords my face. My mind took its time playing ‘fight or flight’ roulet before it made the last minute movement to doge.

A string of curses left my mouth as I tried to figure out what was going on. Though I didn’t have the time before another fireblast came my way, this one I didn’t miss as cleanly. Feeling your skin burn you let out a hiss before dropping you bag and deciding to run.

Practically screaming I began to talk to myself, “I just had to ask how this day could could get any worse!” Booking it down the hallway I took a steady turn into a small room, barely missing the flames that followed.

Shoving yourself into a storage room was anything but ideal. My rapid breath frilled the room creating a erie eco. Inhaling one more time I held my breath as foot steeps neared. It sounded like the person was wearing metal shoes. ‘Red Tornado’ my mind celebrated, almost making me open the door.

The footsteps stoped at the studden sound, right on the otherside of the door. Rational thought soon kicked in, ‘Whys Red Tornado trying to kill me?’ My face cringe as I relized my stupid mistake.

The tension grew as the steps didn’t seem to move. Almost like a horror movie I held My breath, waiting in anticipation. After what seemed like hours the footsteps began to walk away.

Shakily I let out a breath. Trying to piece together the situation, I couldn’t help but wonder who, where, why, and what the hell was going on here. ‘This must be an attack, or maybe this is just a practie mission right? Right?’

After a short while I left the closet, checking the to make sure the coast was clear. I began to work myself down to the locker room. If I was going to do my job effectively, I first needed to get myself out of civies.

Heading twords the fitness center I quickly rushed into the locker rooms. I frantically tried to open my lock before it finally released. Out fell my suit and I didn’t wait a second to rip of my soaked cloths.

To think I was in the rainy streets of Seattle less then 20 minutes ago, gave me the shivers. I didn’t even have time to look at my burns on my arms and face to know I was in some deep shit. Knowing the adrenaline masked the pain, I quickly cover it up the burn. Finally placing my mask on my face I slipped on my toolbelt.

Putting my last knife in its place, I took in the calm that certainly wouldn’t last long. Hearing two pairs of footsteps, I quickly turned to see a pair of familiar faces being thrown to the ground by a flame.

Waving for them to follow me into the locker room, the three of us filed in before the next attack. Before we could even speek a word, Robin was already tring to override the systum. Following their lead I began to twist the showerheads, again drenching my dry suit.

“Can anyone please tell me what the Hell is going on!” I asked though nether responded. Robin procided to tell us that all lines of communication where down. ‘Grate now were stranded,’ I thought to myself.

“At least the waters helping,” he said as we backed into the middle of the room. Soon the clicnking of the pipes turned into growls as the water pressure shot them off the wall.

“Or not,” I added as the room began to flood. Swimming upwards I noticed a red robot sening more flames twords up. We looked at one another before I was taken by the water and tossed onto the hallway floor.

The three of us coughed as we tried to catch our breath. Standing up we quickley headed for the kitchen.

“We need to get lost.” Robin said as we walked into the kitchen. As we all entered I started to catch my breath.

I scoffed and smiled back. “Yeah no shit.”

Artemis looked to me before rolling her eyes, “The sarcasm is not helping Hawk.”

Turning back to face her, I rasid my hands in frustration, “I’m sorry I almost just got my face seareed off by a robot with boobs! I have a right to be a fussy,” stepping twords the kitchen I continued, “Lets head for the vents, so I can have a little fussy breakdown without being seen!”

The twos’ bitter similes soon turned lighthearted. Disite being overly dramatic and flamboyant at times, you were intellectually a genius. No matter the task at hand you always were able to run every possibility to make the best decision for the team and mission. You were flashy but decisive none the less.

As the two of us started our way into the vents we questioned Robin as he downloaded the caves blueprints. Before he could finnish his explonation, the familiar sound of metal boots was heard in the hallway.

We quickly scurried into the shaft one after another, myself leading the way. Robin shouted directions as we made our way throught the vents. Turning I opened the vent cover as instructed. Sliding down I couldn’t help myself from making a little ‘wee’ sound.

Braking through the vent we landed on the rafters inside the boiler room; now it was Robins time to lead. Before he could get anywhere we were stoped by a loud thud. Looking up we saw it was the same flame robot from before.

“Hey your a very nice looking robot,” I said to draw her attention away so the others could escape, “But the whole metal thing is kind of a turn off, for me.” She didn’t seem amused as she raised her hands, fire fillling the room as I let out one last remark, “I never said you wern’t hot!”

Jumping onto the growned level I met with my teemates. Seening the machines begin to malfunction, Robin let out a quick word before we moved again. Steem hissed as pipes broke sending us charging by the robot. It aimed for us as we continued to struggle with the blazing attacks. We ran past it quickly, myself brining up the end of the pack.

Ducking behind another engine, Robin pulled up a scene from his hollow glove, “I know that other acces tunnel is here somewhere,” Robin said in distress.

Finding the vent door on the floor I held it up for Artemis to jump into, speaking with a stupid smile, “You mean this one?” Placing an explosive, Robin followed in behind us. Falling into the tunnel, he stoped us before we could get much further.

Plugging his glove into the electrical socket he quickly explained, “Looking out the cave’s motion and heat sensors to prevent the enemy from tracking us.”

Artemis quickly followed up, “And I ask again, who is the enemy?”

“We already know theres a giant red robot lady that can produce fire and unless Kaldur’s gone crazy, we can assume theres another person who can control water. I’m just wondering why they look like Red Tornados divorced parents,” I added as Robin pulled up the screen.

On the screen showed our four superpowered teammates. They were up to their usual shenanigans wile working on Conners bike.

Kalder was the first to ask if anywone was struggiging with their school work, to which I fell back against the vent and yet out a disgruntled yes. As Megann began to ramble about her cheerleading team, I silently wished I went to our own Happy Harbor High school.

It was just some normal highschool, with normal kids who all did normal things. They could do extra cariculors like cheerleading, or swimming. They could hangout without having to risk the lost hour for their homework. It struck a cord of jellosuy inside of me hearing them talk about how easy their personal lives are.

Every morning I’d wake up at 6 in the morning to be greeted by prentious assholes for the 8 following hour. Pine Hills Private Acadamy for Intalectully Gifted, or as I call it, ‘The prerec for becoming a rich dousebag.’ Everyone there was just the same carbon copy Barbie and Ken and it made me want to rip my hair out.

While everyone was worried about surviving the evil robot attack, I couln’t stop myself from stressing over my lab paper due tomorrow.

My attention was soon drawn back as everyone was blasted back by an explosion before the screen cut out. Artemis was the first to pester us with questions about what hapend to our team mates.

“Explosion took out the camera,” Robin responded, “I’ll look for another angle.” He continued to type away as 4 more screens loaded onto his hallow glove. The first camera showed big stretching waves crash into the hanger before one seprate stream deliberately took out the camera. On the second angle, we briefly saw the team get splashed by water, before the camera was cut out again.

“All four are dead,” Robin spoke as I rolled my eyes at his poor choice in words, “The cameras. I mean the cameras,” Artemis face relaxed, “I’m sure the others are ok.” He continued to ramble on as Artemis leaned back next to me. Before we got the chance to relax, we were already opening the vent to jump down into the study.

Running down the stairs Robin explained that theres was a secret passage opened by one of the books. I jumped at the chace to coment, “Whats next, a trap door that leads to the dongen?”

“You should see the Batcave,” He said as I chuckled. Walking passed the numerous shelves we were surprised by the door opening behind us. Getting into position we quickly retreated behind a shelf. Knives still drawn and ready, we patintle waited as metal clanking walked down the isle.

“Artemis, Robin, Hawkeye.” The voice spoke reminding of us all of a familiar Den Mother. Artemis, though, jumped the gun and moved to confront him. Though who she saw was not Tornado and more like his long lost step father.

Robin pushed her out of the way as I tried to stab the machine in between its mental plating. Hitting its eye I tried to stab the other one before he could react. Before I got the chance he grabbed me by the neck and threw me into the nearest bookcase.

Hearing my teammates call my name I croaked out, “Sorry for flirting with your wife, thats my fault.” Rubbing the back of my head I got up to find the other, female, robot standing infront of us.

As she shot fire out of her hands I tried to regroup with the others as they scrambled ontop of the bookshelf. Artemis questioned who they were as she covered us from the top of the shelf. Sliding down with Robin the two androids continued to fire. Finding the right book in the nick of time, we entire the secret as the shelf fell overhead.

As we sprinted down the hall Artemis asked, “Did you know Tornado had siblings?”

“Yes! It’s almost like I mentioned this is the vents!” I shouted, “If I had a nickled for every time you all called my ideas stupid and I was right, I’d be more richer then Bruce Wane!”

As we met a cross in the halways she grabed my hand, “So what do we do now? Red Tornado is one of the powerhouses of the League. How are we suposed to take down two of them?” She seemed more distressed as the situation grew.

“They do seem pretty user unfriendly.” Robin responded as I once again let out an obnoxious chuckle.

She told us off before we got to respond, being interrupted by they overhead speaker system. It sounded like the same voice as one of the androids, “Attention, Robin. Attention, Artemis. Attention, Hawkeye. You have exactly ten minuets to surrender or the lives of your teammates will be extinguished.” Turing to face one another we could only assume what danger are teamates were in.

Continuing to run down the halls the androids sounded again, reminding us we only have 8-minuets left.

“We can access the hangar from here,” Robin spoke before we quickly turned around to face another wave of water. Contradicting himself, the three of us began to run away from the wave, only to be swept up by it. Taking in a deep breath, we were quickly submerged.

As Robin took out his breathing device, he headed towards me first but, I shook my head. Giving it to Artemis I looked around, only to find a red hand wrapped around my ankle. As it pulled me twords it, I grabed a smaller knife from my belt. Griping it I stabed it into his other eye as bubbles escaped my mouth.

Pushing off of it I felt a hand grip my waste and pull me out of the tunnel. As explosions followed behind us we broke for the surface. Gasping for air we quickly caught our breaths before hearing the voice of a familar speedster.

Quick dodging the incoming fire blasts we quickly swam twords Wally and Conner, who where both trapped in a rock of some sorts. Quickly asking if they were ok, they directed our attention up to the Martian. Looking up both Kaldur and Megan were traped in a cage made of fire.

“Aqualad, is she-” Artemis asked, pleading. Kaldur reassured us that she was just unconscious but, that they were running out of time. The conversation was broke when more flames were sent twords us.

Navigating deeper under water my body was beginning to fetieege. 8 hours of school on top of running away from evil robots was alot more then your 16-year-old body could handle. Passing Sphere, who was stuck in the wall, we quickly tried to hussle up the stairs. Unfortunately we were followed by the evil step father, and were stoped at the top of the stairs by the evil stepmother.

As Artemis talked about her lack of arrows, Robin called for a distraction.

”Ay Ay Captin!” I responded. throwin a small dager into the flame robots eye. It didn’t seem to faze the it at all. Before she was able to hit me with her flames, I dove into the water.

The others followed as I looked for a storm drain, which I luckily found. Pulling it off I let the others swim up before I followed in. Once we broke the surface we gasped for air and starrted to climb up a later.

Sitting in the tunnel I looked up and spoke, “You know i’m getting really tired of drowning!” Following my statement was the reminder that we only had 6 minutes left. Placing my hands behind my head, I heaved for air and didn’t bother listening to the two bicker.

“And you,” She looked to me, “For once in your life can you take this seriously? Our friends are dying and you look like you’d rather be napping!”

Between breaths I snapped back, “I think anyone of us would rather be naping then dying Artemis,” taking in another breath I responded to her other question, “And for the record I am taking this seriously. I prefeer to process my emotions with a little bit of sarcastic flare to avoid the fact that I secretly have an inferiority complex,” Watching her face turn in confusion I finished, “Does that anser your question?”

Slowly nooding we followed Robin down the tunnel. Artemis droned on about how none of our training maters now that we’re without the rest of our teammates. Though something she said sparked an idea.

“There machines,” Robin spoke and looked at me to finnish, “That means one electromagnetic pulse will shut down any machine within range. Nighty Night evil robots!”

Artemis was quick to bring us back down to reality, “Great, except you better have an EMP emitter in your utility belt, because I know I don’t have one in my quiver.”

“Nope I’m fresh out!” Robin responded, “But i'm betting we can make one.” Looking dumbfounded I turn my attention to him.

“This isn’t the science fair! We can’t do that in -” I was cut off by the android reminding us we had 5 minutes left, “In five muniets.”

Pressing my com, I linked to the one deliberately placed wepon, “Hey KF. Correct me if i’m wrong but, theres two vircator in the med lab, on the X-ray machine.”

Chuckling he responded, “I thought you hated practical science?” I hummed in agreement as we made our way into the med lab, before explaining the plan to the others, “You’ll find a small vacuum tube called a viractor, that converts high energy pulses. Reprogram the units microwave conversion from X-rays to EMPs, with a cascading energy vector directed outward.”

Grabbing the cylinder I asked once again, “Alright we’ve re-programed and secured the EMP,” Standing up the others followed my lead, “Hey KF? Again correct me if i’m wrong but if we hook this thing up into the main generator then we win the prize right?”

“You know your really making it hard to be the science nerd on the team,” Sighing he finished, “Once again correct.”

Pressing off my com, we dropped into a nearby airway. Looking down I could see the two robots as well as our teammates. Looking at one another, Robin divised a plan.

“Ok. Make a distraction,” He called into the com. It wasn’t long before the two drowning knuckleheads were teasing the robots to death. Hell, their commets were even making me cringe. Whe Robin asked for cover, the two of us quickly got into place.

As he swung onto the generator, he placed the EMP inside. After pulling up his hollowglove to re-route, he whispered into the coms, “It’s not working, Hawk. Circuits incomplete, I need something conductuble.”

I readied myself for the throw, though I stoped when I heard a yell, “Robin look out!” The boy was soon tackled by a wave of water, nocking him off the generator. Artemis reaied her arrow but whilst trying to dodge the blast from the android, rammed into me.

Losing my footing I tried to regain my balance but, the slickness of my drench boots betrayed me. As I began to fall I gave one last ditch attempt to connect the circuit. Throwing the knife before I hit the water with a large and painfull splash. Relling in pain from the impact I came up to the surface tp find that my dager had only missed by centimeters.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” I spoke, preparing myself for the incoming wave. Taking a final deep breath I excepted my fate, It was all up to Artemis now. With that, I felt my mind slip as I passed out from exhaustion.

***

Long and painfull coughs wrack my body as I began to wake up. I didn’t even have the energy to sit up but I always had one for a comment, “God I need a drink,” I coughed as I heard footsteps walk towards me, “A dirty shirley? Vodka? A club soda? Fuck it i’ll even drink Malabu just something people.”

“Well you definitely haven’t lost your humor.” Megann spoke as the others crowded around me.

Kaldur was the next to ask, “Are you alright? You’ve been out the longest? We were beginning to worry.”

A week chuckle left my lips, “Ah just ask Artemis, I was taking a quick nap. Speaking of which, I would like to get back to that.” Shewing them away with my hands I curled up more into the floor. Chuckles followed but they all decided to let you rest.

The moment didn’t last long though before Wally and Artamis were heard yelling from accros the room. Though when you heard a familiar voice. Deciding it was best yous at up drowsy.

I couldn’t bother to hear the aindriods reasoning, looking over to the two bots you decided to study them. As Red Tornado walked twords you and the drown you began to protest, “Hey I don’t care why you wern’t here but, I think its in all or our best interests if you don’t have a family reunion.”

“There’s no need to worry any more Hawkeye. The leage is here to finnish this.” He said kneeling twords the too.

Trying to stand up I wobbled and tried to separate the group of robots, “Thats not my point. My point is that your clearly linked to these two, making you a person of intrest in the attack. You being here at this moment is quit literally the worst alibi.”

He didn’t seemed bothered by my words but I still tried to convince the android. Before I got the chance Sphere sprung back to life jumping out of the wall. Then the relization hit me, those robots would be waking up anytime now…they just need a spark.

As the others were busy with the laser cutter, I wispered to the android “You walk away right now and no one will need to ever know about this,” He didn’t anser, just simply sreached his finger out, “Don’t!”

Quickly the drons came back to life, panicking you looked back to your friends behind you, trying to tell them to run. Red tornado raised to the sky as it began to suck the air out of the room. Quickly grabing your throat you began to cough. Grasping for oxygen you felt the life being rinped out of you. One after another, their bodys hit the floor. Despite your best efforts, you feel back to sleep.

***

“Hey I know your tired kid but you got to wake up.” The familiar voice was heard above me. I willed myself to open my eyes. Opening my eyes I was met with a familiar face.

“God I need a drink. Do you know the day i’ve had,” I asked him with a lopsided smile, “Like I had a Murphy's law daw. Just wait till Roy hears this.” Patting my shoulder he stood up giving me the chance to lay down once again.

From a distance I could only hear him speak, “Definitely concussed but they’ll be alright.

#kid flash x you #young justic x reader #young justice #young justice imagines #dick grayson x reader #kid flash x reader #wally west x reader #conner kent #dc x reader #nightwing #roy harper #we stan a platonic storys #maybe thats just me

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onlyfortheplot · 4 years ago

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Who in the hell put the—

➳ Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader ft. Osamu Miya

➳ Synopsis:

“I pay half the rent.“

“And I do to?“

“So, I still pay more.“

You looked at him, almost regretting ever meeting him.

“If you pay half the rent and I pay half of the rent,“ you started, very slowly, “How the hell do you pay more than me?”

➳ Warning: Slight language, Implied comments

➳ Word Count: 1.6K

➳ A/N:

I have 2 and half fics done for Shiptember?? And I have decided they are not all gonna be 6.9K fics?? But, I’m lowkey excited to acc start putting them out?? ANYWAY ENJOY <3!! Asks are CLOSED. Taglist is OPEN!

You stared blankly into the refrigerator, angry and confused. This was the second —no fifth time this week your snacks had gone missing. You balled your fists, grinding your teeth. You slammed the door harshly, staring at your fuming reflection on the smooth blackness of the fridge. Not only were your snacks missing, your protein shakes had been decreasing in very tiny amounts each week. And your milk cartons felt lighter every time she opened the fridge. You furiously turned around, stalking out of the kitchen towards the nearby room.

You shoved the door, open glaring at the relaxed figure who merely gave you an annoyed look. Headphones were plugged into his ears, as he flipped through a volleyball magazine.

“What,“ he asked, closing the magazine, and taking out one earbud.

“Atsumu Miya. Just whose food do you think you’re taking.“ you said through your teeth, taking another step into his room, “Every day for the past week, my snacks have been missing. And the cookies I put out—“

“Not me,“ he said, putting the headphone back on and opening the magazine, humming along to the tune.

“Miya,“ you warned, taking another step, “You do not want to play with me.“

He ignored you, looking at his magazine and turning around to lie on his side. He lazily scratched his hip, his shirt inching up slightly.

You snarled, stomping up to him and ripping the earpieces of and chucking them to the ground. He gave you an outraged look, scowling as he sat up on the bed, trying to get off.

You kicked the leg that had touched the floor, earning a hiss of annoyance and pain.

“L/N, I’m playing a game tomorrow,“ he snapped, pushing you to the side as he bent down to pick up the headphone.

“No way. Miya. I want to know who has been eating my snacks, drinking my protein shakes and stealing my milk.” He rolled his brown eyes at your rant.

“It’s not yer anything,“ he said, muttering curses as he tripped over your outstretched feet, “It’s our food. It’s our snacks. It’s our—“

“Really,“ you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Then I’m going to use your— I mean our volleyball,” you challenged, “The one you keep on the top shelf of the kitchen.”

He looked at you shocked. He really did try and hide it from you, thought why he found the urge to hide a ball was beyond you.

“You don’t even know how to play,“ he spat, sitting back down on the bed, one leg crossed over another.

“Really?‘ you asked again. He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t. He, along with his twin brother, had invited you to a practice match. A sort of get together with their former teammates. And much to Atsumu’s disgust and Osamu’s dissapointment, you could barley serve the ball over the net, much less recieve Atsumu’s outlandish spikes.

Well, you had received one of his serves. Which had hit Osamu. In the face. Making him land in the buffet. And caused Suna to fall back into someone who in turn crashed into the net. The volleyball net had then fallen, tangling Atsumu’s head in one of the holes. It was chaos, utter chaos, one you wouldn’t have minded if you weren’t the reason for it. You had chuckled at the multitude of pissed and judgmental stares.

Suna had laughed. Osamu had sworn at you, swearing to never give you his food again. Kita, the only one who showed any signs of pity, asked you if your arms were okay, which were indeed glowing a bright red. But, Atsumu, Atsumu was the angriest. He had cursed, louder than Osamu, and harsher than you had ever seen him. Tufts of his hair had gotten stuck onto the net, and he had sworn to kill anyone if they cut it off. In the end, it had taken your trembling hands and Kita’s calm words to get his hair out.

You had looked at him, down as he leaned against your legs, as the last of the net was removed. He was flushed, cheeks turning an angry red. His hair was ruffled, much wilder than his parted hair. And his eyes were a dark brown, a bitter coffee, with a tiny spark of anger.

“Y/N,“ he had snarled, leaning back from your feet, and heaving himself to his feet, looking down on you with anger.

“I’m sorry?“ you choked out. You couldn't help the laughter that came bubbling at you. He looked like such a mess, and so much unlike his carefully crafted appearance.

“Don’t talk to me, you pig,“ he snapped. The laugh had come out then,at the pout on his face and angry voice. It started out as a small giggle, as you muffled what you could. At his disgusted look, it had turned into an open chuckle. And as the others had joined you in your amusement. It was a full blown laugh. You had collapsed to the floor, clutching your stomach as he fumed at you.

He really didn’t talk to you for a week after that, stomping all over your shared apartment at ungodly hours of the night just to tick you off. Keeping the toilet lid open after he used it. And eating your goddamn snacks.

“That was one time,“ you blushed, the echoes of the amusement still causing you to giggle, “But, your face.“

“Shut the hell up,“ he spat, looking you dead in the eye, “If you didn’t suck at receiving none of that would have happened.“

“Come on, Miya, it was a week ago,“ you reasoned, chuckling at his incredulous look, “Just admit you ate my food and—“

“I didn’t eat it!“ he said, throwing his hands in the air.

“We live together, you can’t blame anyone else,” you deadpanned, “Just admit it.“

“But I didn’t!“

“Did.“

“Didn’t.“

“Did.“

“Didn’t!“

“Why are you so— Ugh!“ you spat frustrated, “Like I know you ate my cookie!“

“Did I?“ he said a playful smirk on his face, “or did you?“

“Stop messing with my mind,“ you hissed, stomping back to the door, “I just wanted to let you know that we had a rat infestation and I added rat poison to it,”

You sighed.

“Now, I don’t know—“

“Rat. Poison.“ he said slowly, dropping his phone and magazine.

“Yes,“ you nodded, hiding a smirk behind your hand.

“Yer crazy!“ he gasped, walking up to you.

“What? If we—“

“You should’ve told me you—“

“Why would it matter if you didn’t eat it?“ you asked innocently, tilting your head.

He stopped, clasping a hand over his mouth. Well shit.

“So you did eat my cookie,“ you sent him an accusatory glare, “Atsumu Miya I—”

“It was payback for last week,” he simply said.

“Payback?“ you grinned, almost devilishly, “I’ll give you payback.“

You ran up to him, jumping on him as you pinned him to the bed. He snorted, easily removing your hands from his wrist. But, you were one step ahead, sitting on his legs, as he squirmed under you. He grinned, as he held you wrists in his hands, in front of him.

“Well?“ he said, “Where’s the payback?“

“This!” you teasingly said, as you pried his fingers off you. Immediately running them on his neck, tickling him. He shivered, as you continued down his neck and onto his torso, eliciting a small gasp. You grinned, as you ghosted fingers down his sides, making him laugh.

“Stop,“ he gasped between deep breaths.

“Never.“ you proclaimed as he squirmed under you. You could see his chest heaving as he continued to laugh under you.

“Oh god.”

You shrieked hands halting as you turned around, where Osamu stood at the door eyes covered with his palms.

“My eyes,“ he hissed, “What are you two doing?“

“Get yer head of the gutter,“ Atsumu grunted as he sat up slightly, making you stir on his lap. You blushed, realization smacking you in the face. On. His. Lap. Shit.

“Wrap it before you tap it,“ Osamu called out to you, as he walked out of the room, eyes still closed.

“Your brother is never going to let this go, is he?“ you peeked up at Atsumu, who gave you a playful smirk.

“He wouldn’t bother us if he was—“

“Finish that sentence, Tsumu, I dare you.“ Osamu called out from another room.

“Is he still here?“ you shrieked, leaning into his chest, as he moved.

“Why, were you planning on doing something?“ he asked you, eyes sparking in excitement as he took in your squirming form.

You felt heat pulsing under your skin, as you placed a firm on his chest and pushing him down.

“You took my food from me,“ you frantically said, trying not to think of what he had just suggested, “My cookies.“

“Our cookies.“ he corrected.

“I paid for it.“

“I pay half the rent.“

“And I do to?“

“So, I still pay more.“

You looked at him, almost regretting ever meeting him.

“If you pay half the rent and I pay half of the rent,“ you started, very slowly, “How the hell do you pay more than me?“

“Will you guys shut up!“ Osamu screamed from the kitchen. You could the loud slamming of cabinets.

“No.“ you both screamed back, looking at each other annoyed.

“Don’t copy me!“

“I’m not.“

“Are too.“

“I am going to kill both of you.“ Osamu snarled,as he pounded on the door, “And I will bury you with my bare hands and eat all this onigiri by myself.“

“You can’t eat onigiri by yourself,“ you said cynically, “But, Atsumu could because he has a big mouth.“

He gripped your waist, and flipped you over. You giggled as he straddled your waist.

“Big mouth,“ he said, “I’ll show you a big mouth.“

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sistersblack · 4 years ago

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first line game

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, choose your favourite opening line, and then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

thank you @bunny-bopper for tagging me 🥺💕i’ve included some wips since i haven’t published a whole bunch since the last time i did this. alsoo they’re not all hp this time so 👀👀 i’m exposing my bad taste to this acc.

what a mess i leave (to follow) · wip · severus & eileen | hp · He’s born breech, feet kicking before the screams can start, like he’s already ready to leave her.

the world’s a beast of a burden · wip · boba fett/din djarin | the mandalorian · The sky is always clear here, beyond the Dune Sea.

untitled nd snape week fic · wip · gen · He keeps the vial in his palm, gently tracing the glass ridges with his fingertips.

a soft place to fall · fennec shand/din djarin(/boba fett) | the mandalorian · Din is hot beneath her, skin flushed and sweaty.

an invention of darkness · severus/lucius/narcissa | hp · You could say it starts like this: Cold, concrete halls, with little light and no portraits.

at the seams · din djarin/boba fett | the mandalorian · Boba smells it in the cockpit of Slave I, as the beroya stands behind the co-pilot’s seat, hands clasped around the headrest as he fights the urge to fidget.

blacker than blue · gen | hp · Hunting, Mulciber calls it.

a feeling so peculiar · gen | the mandalorian · When he finally turns away from the elevator, the others are waiting.

sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) · elliot stabler/olivia benson | law & order: svu · Olivia’s apartment is quiet.

this feeling (i wish i could freeze and own it) · gen | hp · Take your pick, Lucius says, and be down by nine.

something wicked this way comes · severus & eileen | hp · The riverbed glistens in the night, his mother a silhouette against the moon’s reflection.

i live in you · lucius gen | hp · Lucius scours the Manor’s library seeking answers and finds them scrawled on the back of a stray photograph.

resist the temptation · lucius gen | hp · “What happened to the rest of them?”

no sacrifice without blood · lucius gen | hp · Lucius dies in daylight.

its own charms · lucius gen | hp · Malfoy Manor is void of portraits.

hungry for you · lucissa | hp · Lucius is already there when she slips inside, hip pressed to the vanity as he leans, waiting.

straight lines, he’s running out of time · lucissa | hp · Water runs over reddened flesh, Draco’s arm held in Narcissa’s hand.

follow you down · eve/carolyn/elena | killing eve · It’s Eve’s voice—a hitched breath, filled to the brim with pleasure—that Elena recognises.

don’t play with fire (unless you want to get burned) · snarcissa | hp · “He should be back already.”

a world alone · snucissa | hp · “Congratulations, Headmaster.”

woooo i definitely messed up the order of fics i think, but i’ve been in class all day so i’m running on half a brain cell and it’s fine. as for trends - i hate opening with dialogue and love not using names??? and as for my fave, i think probably the first one 👀

tagging @maria-de-salinas @sapphicathenas @marshmallowmcgonagall @solasnarealtai @deathdaydungeon @celta-diabolica @wisp-of-a-spook @sportivetricks (though idk if you follow this acc - it’s @humanveil 😚) aaaand anyone else who wants to do it, really. no pressure though 💕

#posting here instead of main bc it's where most of my fic mutuals follow meeeee hope no one minds #also wow i've barely written in like. 8 months #mine #tag games

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writingsbychlo · 5 years ago

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i dont know if you use tiktok a lot but theres this trend where girlfriends / wives walk in on their men playing video games or doing whatever buttass naked... how do you think dylan and his characters would react to that? (not fiming it for tiktok obviously)

you guys, I seriously had so much fun writing this.

Stiles

Sending another snap to the girls, you typed furiously at the screen, each of their bubbles lighting up at the bottom with speech bubbles as they all typed, equal sounds of irritation from all of them.

[Lyds 💋 - it’s saturday. there’s nothin goin on. whats he doin???]

[Alli 🏹 - if that was isaac he’d be begging for forgiveness by now.]

[Ki ⚡- you brought him lunch!!! and he didn’t even kiss you?]

[Me - he grunted a vague thx in my direction.]

[Lyds 💋 - unacceptable. we’re girls. we demand kisses. & equal pay.]

[Mal 🍕- u should get naked. stiles is weak to sex.]

[Me - that might acc work. he really is, it’s almost embarrassing.]

[Ki ⚡- omg, I rlly bet that would work.]

[Lyds 💋 - if he won’t give u attention, u have to take it. the only way.]

[Alli 🏹 - wait pls film his reaction. Isaac wants to laugh too.]

[Mal 🍕- I could use a laugh, I'm pretty bored too.]

You giggled at the idea, the girls blowing up the group chat as they encouraged you to do it, and you headed away to the bathroom, stripping your clothes down and folding them neatly, before slipping Stiles’ flannel up over your arms, holding it closed for modesty as you began the video.

You grinned into the mirror, before turning the video around and dropping the item to the ground so they could see it. Filming ahead of yourself, you took several steps forward, your hand on camera pushing open his door, and you called out to him.

He simply hummed in response, not even bothering to turn around, and you flipped him off behind his back, knowing Isaac and Allison would get a kick out of that part, before you sighed loudly. “Fine, I guess I’ll go be naked downstairs, then.”

“Wait, what?” The man spun around, the marker dropping from his lips as he finally tore his attention from the crime board before him, his eyes widening as he looked at you, his eyes scanning over you appreciatively and he let out some noise between a growl and a moan, before he finally met your eyes. “Are you filming me?”

He didn��t even give you a chance to reply, a smirk on his face as he paced across the room toward you, crushing the phone and your arms between you both as he backed you into the wall, his hands cupping your face so he could land his lips on yours in a hot kiss. Lifting your finger from the record button, you hit send, dropping the device to the floor and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Grunting into your mouth, his hands skimmed down to your thighs, scooping you up from the ground as the continual chimes of the group chat receiving messages faded into the background, your back meeting the mattress.

Stuart

You sighed, moving around the bathroom as quietly as you could. You knew Stuart was in a work call, he’d told you so himself. His group was doing some big project lately, and you were trying your best to stay out of his way as he worked.

You had run your bath, bubbled decorating the surface as the colours from the scented bath bomb swirled in the steaming water, the scents of berries and vanilla filling the room as you tied up your hair with the scrunchie from the counter. Catching sight of the back of the door you noticed the hooks hanging empty of towels, and you turned, glancing to the shelves, only to see them empty too.

You debated just leaving it, but you had no idea how much longer Stuart would be in this call, it had already been almost four hours and when you’d passed by your bedroom half an hour ago to run a bath, it hadn’t sounded like he was anywhere near finishing. You had already thrown your clothes into the hamper, and you knew all the fresh towels were in the basket in your bedroom.

Groaning, you peeped around the bathroom door, noting Stuart sitting up against the headboard, laptop balanced on his lap and he didn’t even look up to see you, earphones plugged in as he occasionally talked and added his say to the group, and you decided it was safe.

The bedroom as far colder than the bathroom, goosebumps running over your skin and your nipples hardening at the contrast, your feet soft on the carpet as you stayed out of view, bending over to dig through the basket, snatching two towels from the stack and standing straight, turning around. Stuart’s eyes were fixed on you, or more precisely, where you had been bent in half to gather your towels. Dragging his eyes up along your body, he looked like he was almost drooling, and he swallowed thickly, dark gaze meeting yours.

Holding his microphone to his lips, he cleared his throat, not even bothering to look back tot he screen as he mumbled an excuse to them all; “Uh.. yeah, sorry guys. I have to go.. do something. Bye.” Clicking ‘hang up’, he yanked his earbuds out, discarding the device and the wires to the desk as he stumbled over his feet toward you, your eyebrows raised, a sly grin on his face.

“So, I’m a something now.”

He groaned, his hands sitting on your bare waist as his fingertips dug into your flesh. “You’re absolutely everything, sweetheart.” With that, he spun you around, snatching the towel from your hands and pushing you back onto the bed.

Thomas

The buildings around paradise had certainly come a long way since the small fabric tents they had been in the beginning. Small huts had been crafted from wood, and soon stones had followed up on the walls, washed up on the beach and chipped from the rocks until cabins with real rooms and walls had started to be crafted.

When you had woken up, the bed had been cold, and muffled voices from the main room of your home disturbed your peace, making you stir in the sheets, rolling over with a quiet groan and shielding your eyes from the morning sun rays. Wrapping the thin sheet blanket around your body, you got to your feet, running a hand through your messy hair and shuffling from the room.

Thomas saw you first, his smile lighting up the second he saw you and the blond he was talking to paused in his chatting, turning around to greet you as you moved through the small home, fishing an apple from the bowl of fruit on your counter. Thomas wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, bumping the tip of his nose against yours.

“Good morning, Tommy.” You teased, biting into your apple and wiping the edge of your mouth on the back of your hand to gather up the excess juice. “Mornin’ Newt.”

“Good morning, love. Sorry to interrupt your morning, I figured you both would have been up by now.” You blushed, Thomas smirking as he squeezed his arm around your waist tighter, the loud crunches of your apple being consumed sounded out as your boyfriend chuckled.

“We had a late night.”

You slapped at his chest, shaking your head as your cheeks heated up, and you peeled yourself away from his side, shaking your head at him fondly and leaning up to press a kiss to Newt’s cheek as you wandered on past, chucking the apple core into the small bin in the corner of the room as you left, and the boys picked their discussion back up. With a cheeky grin, you paused in your room as you looked at the bare bed, before a smirk took over on your face.

Sticking your head back out of the door to peep at your boyfriend, his eyes caught yours over Newt’s shoulders, a single brow raising as you winked at him, stepping out into the room to stand before him, Newt’s back still to you and he had no idea what was going on. You watched as your boyfriend’s jaw tightened, his eyes as wide as saucers when he watched you let go of the handful of material that was holding the cover-up wrapped around you. The fabric dropped to the ground, baring your nude body to him and you licked over your lips slowly, biting down on your bottom lip and disappearing into the bedroom as his jaw fell slack.

“Newt, I love you, man, but I need you to get out. Like, right now.”

Dave

Both you and Dave had decided to stay on campus for spring break. Your family wasn’t really expecting you home, and Dave’s mother and sister had gone to Disneyland for the break as a treat to Stella, and Dave really didn’t feel like spending two weeks surrounded by screaming children and standing in queues for hours on end.

Never when Dave had started college did he think he’d be this happy by his spring break. He’d started as a heartbroken freshman after Aubrey had dumped him weeks prior to his first-week beginning, and he certainly never expected to end up dating one of the hottest chicks he had ever seen, from the most popular sororities on campus.

The two of you had settled on hanging out in his dorm over spring break. His roommates were out, but a couple of the girls had also stayed behind, and so you wouldn’t quite have had the privacy at the house you did here. Dave was on his third day of lounging in his sweatpants and playing videogames. He had a pizza menu ready beside him, and his head popped up in your lap as you played with his slightly grown out hair, your phone buzzing in your hands every so often as you played with the hair under the band of his headset, running your fingernails over his scalp soothingly as he hummed under his breath at the feeling.

“Dave, I gotta’ go.” You spoke quietly as not to interrupt the flow of chatter going on that you could hear coming from the ears of his headphones, and you eased yourself out from under him, the boy groaning as he turned to look at you, brows raised as his focus left the shooting taking place on the tv screen.

“Where you goin’?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you stood up from the bed, stretching out and brushing the wrinkles from your pyjamas. “I’m going out with some of the girls today, I’ll be back later.” He pouted, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips to placate him, a smile on his face when you pulled away.

“Okay, have fun. I’ll miss you.” You grinned, and you could hear the teasing coming from the other end of the headphones, excessive amounts of kissy-noises and declarations of love sounding out as Dave scoffed and told them all where to stick it, and you rooted around in the drawer he’d cleared for you to put your weeks worth of clothes in. Selecting the matching black set with the pretty yellow and white daisies on, you tossed it onto the bed, searching for a pair of shorts when Dave cleared his throat, his eyes wide as he held up the bikini bottoms from one finger, and he raised his brows. “What’s this?”

“It’s a bikini. It is spring break, we’re going to the beach.”

You shrugged, finding the shorts you wanted and pulling them from the drawer, and Dave hummed, clearing his throat and gripping the material tightly. “So, you’re going to be all wet, and half-naked, and tanning, and half-naked and did I mention wet?”

You laughed loudly at his words, and he shoved the headset down from his ears as the boys on the other end went wild, and you nodded, fishing the suncream from your bag and waving it at him teasingly. “I’ll be all moisturised and soft and shiny, too.”

“Fuck.” He mumbled, and you giggled, shaking your head and putting the bottle back in your bag, before peeling your shirt up over your head, dropping your sleep shorts to the floor and picking them up, a growl sounding beside you as Dave watched you, jaw slack. “Guys I’m tapping out, turns out I’m going to the beach.”

Within seconds he’d logged off, and he was tossing the controller and the headset away to the floor. “You’re coming to the beach?”

“Yeah, but first you’re cumming right here, at least twice, so get over here.” You shook your head at him, his body flopping back into the bed as you squealed, crawling up his body as your lips met his.

Mitch

Mitch was busy working, on all his important case files, hunched over his desk as he did his best to get through his jobs as quickly as possible. He’d finished his assignment three days early, and he was hoping that if he could get all the reports and briefs finished in time, that would give him a whole extra week of holiday off with you, a week he could spend cooking with you, and holding you, and fucking you senseless.

Unfortunately, since you hadn't been expecting him home, you had dinner plans with the girls and your dress was staring at him from across the room. A slim maroon number with spaghetti straps and a slit in the thigh, a pair of sleek black heels and a leather jacket to match. You were in the bathroom, and he had long since heard the hairdryer go off after your shower, and so he knew you were doing your makeup.

Around half an hour ago, your ringtone had snapped him out of his daze, and as much as he had tried to refocus, your sweet voice was muffled from the other side of the door but he could make out a few words, and he was still staring at the page on his computer, only four new lines having been added in thirty minutes. When the door finally clicked open, the smell of your perfume drifted out into the room, and Mitch’s mouth went dry as he looked up at you from his desk.

Your skin was shining and inviting, freshly moisturised and shaven, your hair falling in loose curls down your back, perfect spirals that bounced with each movement you made and your makeup was flawless. Your lips were painted a dark-red colour, the exact matching shade of your dress and it only made them look plumper and more inviting, and Mitch leaned back in his seat, legs splayed open as his cock twitched interestedly in his sweatpants, your naked body on full display for him as you held your phone to your ear and chatted away, unaware of the effect you were having on him.

Standing from his seat, he came up behind you as you fished through your drawer for some underwear, and he swiped your hair from your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin as his other hand came up to pluck the phone from your hands, lifting it to his own ear and ignoring the sounds of your complaints.

“She’s going to be thirty minutes late, sorry girls.”

Before you could protest, he’d hung up, a smirk on his face as he dropped the device tot he carpet and spun you around, planting his lips on yours and you sighed against his mouth, your arms slinging around his neck, giving in to the affections. His tongue teased at your lower lip, his own hands sliding down to palm at your ass in groping handfuls.

“Only thirty minutes then, huh?”

“Well, I’ve got to save the main event for when you get back, you only get a taste before you go out, because if I really got to have my way with you, there’s no way you’d be stable in heels. You wouldn’t be able to walk properly.” He hummed, pecking your lips and scooping you up under your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Give me my sneak preview then, hotshot.”

Sam (1920′s)

With a grin, you wrapped the red coat tighter around your body, nerves flooding your body as you watched the familiar beaten up truck of the man you loved beginning to make the way down the pathway through the fields toward your shared home. Sam had been having a tough time lately, this week had been a struggle for him, and as Friday night had rolled around, you knew he was looking forward to a weekend of relaxing and resting up, resetting himself and de-stressing in hopes that the next working week would go better.

It wasn’t something girls of your century did, but Sam wasn’t from your century, and he’d always seemed particularly fond of when you were naked. It was a struggle for you at first, you weren’t used to the idea of being nude, you were raised to be a lady and you could never be seen in an undignified way, but everything had changed for you when you’d met Sam.

The large red coat he so often wore was hanging on your body, your hair in loose waves down your back from the style it had been held in all day, and you watched from the top window as Sam pulled up in front of the house, and you dashed around the room and lit candles, pouring out glasses of the special occasion wine you had deemed appropriate to crack open.

The door opened and closed, and you heard Sam kicking off his shoes, locking the front door and making his way upstairs. You met him at the top of the stairs, a soft smile etching onto his frowning features as he looked up at you, before his brows were furrowing as he looked at you, his eyes scanning along your body and you shuffled nervously under his gaze. “Hey, doll. You look as pretty as ever.”

He took the final steps up, placing a sweet kiss to your lips and you returned the gesture, before splaying a hand out on his chest and taking a step back. With a deep sigh, you grinned up at his as boldly as you could, before releasing the hand the was holding the coat closed and the material fell open, your body exposed to him and his breath hitched in his throat. “Prettier, now?”

“You’re naked.”

“Yeah, I thought you deserved a nice surprise.” He beamed up at you, looking happier than he had all week and he pushed the coat from your shoulders, groaning as it fell to the floor and he smoothed large hands over your hips, pulling you in close to him, his lips brushing yours.

“I’m so in love with you.”

“I also opened a bottle of wine.” You teased, and he groaned under his breath, dipping down to scoop you up bridal style as he carried you toward your room.

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hatsukeii · 5 years ago

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hi hi, i have a levi scenario request! so, the reader is known to act on an instant, driven by intuition, which makes her valuable soldier. but when she meets her crush levi at night while they both can't sleep she just suddenly kisses him without thinking about whats driven her to do that. and idk, levi's just perplex but he didn't dislike it. dk how to wrap it up, so u can choose! i hope this is alright! :)

Yoo that’s acc a really good prompt thank you!

I’m naming the fic after a song and YOU CAN’T STOP ME-

Scrawny// Levi x reader

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summary: Due to severe insomnia, you decide to wake your captain up and make him spar with you.

“Captain. Caaaaptainnnnnn. Leeeviiii. Levi Heichouuuu. Captain Leeeeeeevi-” An irritated grunt sounded from inside the room. “Name and business. Make it quick.” You gave yourself a little victory pump, an idiotic smile now plastered on your face. “(Y/N) sir! I need some help!” The door was whipped open by none other than your fuming captain, his permanent scowl looking extra pissed. “What in the actual name of hell are you doing here? It’s past midnight, get your ass back to bed, and out of my office.” The wooden door was slammed in your face, startling you a bit as you let out a yelp and jumped. You huffed out, pouting a bit as you placed an elbow on the door, continuing to knock relentlessly. “Heiiichouuuuu. Pleaaaaaase help meeeeee. Levi heichouuuuuuuuu. I can’t do it aloneeeee, it’d be pointlessssssss.”

How did you get into this situation?

Well.

You were initially going to stay put and just roll yourself to sleep, or at least try to. But the boredom became way too much for you to bear very quickly. Your mind debated between the sensible option, which was to just wait for the sun to rise, or to just get some training in. Specifically, get someone to spar with you. Everyone in your cabin was fast asleep at this ungodly hour, soft snores from the girls filling up the cozy space. You continued to toss and turn, forcing your eyes shut and trying to relax. You stayed still for about five minutes or so, before a loud snort resonated throughout the room, jolting you awake from your short lived peace. Groaning in annoyance, you glared towards the direction of the unwomanly sound, landing your eyes on Sasha, who was sound asleep in a weird position. It was already 1am. You had to wake at 5am. You weren’t about to get any sleep anytime soon. Insomnia’s an actual bitch. Following your thoughts, you practically rolled out of your bed, trying to comb down your terrifyingly disheveled hair, before changing into some workout clothes, slipping on your shoes, and waddling towards the office of one person you were certain would be awake at this time- Captain Levi. Everyone in the Corps knew of his terrible sleep schedule, so you were positive he was still awake and working. In addition to that, you would rather die than admit it to the other cadets, but you were completely whipped for Levi, so just getting any form of time alone with him would be a blessing to you. Even if it was just to spar.

“Heichou please help me, I can’t stand it any longerrrrrr, I’m gonna die of boredom, do you feel me Levi heichouuuu-” The door you were leaning on so comfortably swung open, catching you off guard. You started to fall, nothing around being useful in supporting you. All Levi did was walk out of the way and watch your tiny body fly towards the hard wooden floor. “Jesus brat, what the hell do you want from me?” You stood up rapidly, dusting yourself off, before scratching your head. “Can you spar with me?” Levi’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. “Are you serious right now?” You timidly nodded, chuckling dryly in a terrible attempt to alleviate the tense and awkward vibe of the situation. “(Y/L/N). You disturb me, at 1am, while I’m doing paperwork, to spar? Couldn’t this wait for tomorrow? Go back to sleep, this is an order.” He proceeded to walk back into his office, hand reaching out for the door handle. You laughed lightheartedly, keeping the door open with your foot. “Levi heichouuu, I’m sure you know how big of a bitch insomnia is, will you help a fellow poor sufferer out? Pretttty pleaaaase?” There was no way Levi was about to reject that request. How could he when you were acting so cute? Your whiny ass could melt even the coldest of people, himself included.

The minute you joined the Survey Corps, Levi already had his eyes on you. According to the information Shadis gave him, you were an extremely valuable asset when it came to scheming and fighting. Your intuition was like none other. It was impressive. Perhaps even more impressive than Sasha’s. During battle, your pure gut instincts have saved many soldiers. Most of them knew the name (Y/N) as the insanely accurate fortune teller. You knew exactly where titans would be, and how they would attack. That combined with your logic, made you an excellent tactician. What brought you down, were your physical skills. You were never the fittest person, often times collapsing after only five laps around the training area. You barely passed the ODM gear test, and almost broke a bone sparring with Connie. CONNIE. Since then, Levi has noticed you skipping dinner and training in your free time, whether it was just normal working out, or practising punches and kicks. He had initiated conversations with you before, usually starting off serious, but those talks usually turned into dumb arguments over questions like whether you could eat medicine with tea, or whether Eren was actually dysphoric. As months passed by, you became one of the few people that managed to get close to Levi. Although the captain may not show it, he had to admit, he has grown quite fond of you with time too.

“Good lord, fine, you scrawny ass brat. I’ll spar with you for an hour and an hour only. No buts. Consider yourself lucky I’m actually giving into your ridiculous request.” You beamed, jumping up and down like a child seeing a cotton candy machine, then crossing your arms over your chest, giving Levi a fake pout. “Thank you so much cap! For the record, I’m not scrawny!” He only grunted in response, letting you drag him to the training grounds. On the way, you sensed something off. No, scratch that, there was just a weird vibe. It was like something waiting to happen, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was exactly. You were skeptical for a bit, before you let it go and took it as sheer paranoia.

“(Y/L/N), you’re getting better.” You were completely drenched in sweat at this point, your muscles aching like crazy. You two had been sparring for about thirty minutes only, and somehow you were already worn out, whilst Levi was still completely fine, not a single drop of sweat evident. “C’mon cadet, you can do better than this. You asked me to spar with you, bring it.” You huffed out, panting like a thirsty dog, arms on your knees. “Yeah, hold on, just give me one second to just-” You took in a few deep breaths, before stretching your arms and legs, getting into a fighting stance again. “Okay, I think I’m all good captain.” Levi sent out a tiny smirk, charging towards you without warning. He sent a punch toward your jaw, missing by mere centimetres as you dodged it, grabbing his arm, knocking him off his feet, and throwing him to the ground. “Whooo! I finally won! Once!” You cheered a bit too early. Within seconds, you were flipped over again, the captain’s lean figure now hovering over you in a straddle. “Guard up until the opponent either passes out, dies, or surrenders. That’s rule number one of fighting. That was a pretty impressive throw though, I’ll give you that.” You sighed in defeat, tapping out quickly. “Seriously? You’re going to give up like that? That’s not the (Y/N) I know.” You thought about that for a second. “You know what captain? You’re right.” Smirking evilly, you got into a guard position, kicking your legs up to wrap around his chest as you rolled over, hovering over him in a mount.

Maybe you were dumb. Or maybe you were too immersed in the fight. But you didn’t realise how close you and Levi were until then. Your face burned multiple different shades of red as you went silent for a few moments, Levi staring at you in confusion. “Oi, what did I tell you about not being distracted during a fight?” He tried to shift into a better position, when your hand came down onto his collar. Should I do this? You were about to take a huge risk. Your brain was desperately trying to stop you from doing god knows what next. However your heart was throbbing, messing with your thought process. You felt that weird, tingly vibe in the air again, this time paying close attention to it instead of just ignoring it like the last time. Maybe this is the world’s way of telling me to do this thing? Is it? You pondered over the thought, staying as still as a statue. “(Y/F/N)? Did you listen to a word I said-”

You know what? To hell with your doubts and worries.

Grabbing the soft fabric of his shirt, you harshly pulled him towards you, attacking his lips with your own as you refused to let go, squeezing your own eyes shut. He was audibly shocked, giving out a tiny yelp as you continued to kiss him. His hair tickled your forehead, his breaths tickled your face, the fact that you were kissing your captain tickled every single little thing inside of you. For a few moments, you could hear your embarrassment buzzing in your own ears, before you finally pulled away, lowering Levi back down to the ground as you let go of his shirt. Your eyes widened at what you just did, your entire body going hot as you took your time to let the fact that you just kissed your hot, badass, midget captain sink in. Your hand went up to cover your mouth as you gave a muffled scream, getting off of him immediately and apologising profoundly. “U-uh I think that’s probably enough sparring for tonight, I’ll go see if I can go back to sleep now. Goodnight cap!” You screamed as you ran back to the cabin, completely flustered and feeling very hot. Slamming the cabin door close, you looked around, to see a tall figure sitting up from her bed, turning on a lamp. “(Y/N)...? What are you doing in workout clothes? And… why are you all red and sweaty?” You jumped, cursing a bit at Mikasa’s question as the other girls started to wake up from the noise that you made. “I- uh, it’s a long story….” Ymir smirked, before placing an arm on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Get changed, and we’ll have all night to talk about it.” The other girls agreed, sending you evil looks as you grabbed your sleeping clothes and proceeded to clean up and change, your risky move from just now still circling your mind like a hive of annoying ass bees.

Meanwhile, Levi could not comprehend what the hell just happened. Did she just kiss me? He fixed his collar, which was now dirtied and wrinkled as he scrunched his nose at the disgraceful sight. “Tch, that brat, running away as if I would be on her ass for the rest of her life as a soldier after she did that.” He let his hand go up to touch his lips, seemingly fascinated by how he didn’t resist or anything. He was beyond confused. Never in a billion years did he expect to be kissed by someone in the military, let alone someone in his own squad. He tried to ignore his cheeks that were feeling warm as he dusted himself off, standing up and walking back to his office, mumbling to himself.

“Why’d you run away so quickly (Y/N)? I didn’t say I disliked that or anything.

Hoe hoe hoe I have finally finished this req! This was so fun to write oh lord I was laughing to myself-

This one goes into the short kings clan👑👑

Hope you liked it anon🥺👉👈💕

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Idek why I can’t tag @ewfilthymundane but I’m soRry

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doodlingstuff · 4 years ago

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Heaven knows I’m proud, but I’ll turn ‘round

Chapter 15 of Comeback.

Proceed with caution. This is loaded with heavy angst and almost every TW.

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Cold brushes Andrew’s arms and face.

His armbands and knives are not with him.

It takes several tries to open his eyes.

Before he can reckon his surroundings, he feels the hot hands in his arms, dragging him across grass and dirt. Then he feels the cold metal around his wrists.

He plants his feet on the ground. He is too dizzy, but he spent years under heavy medication. He can fight even drugged.

When the men holding him notice he is awake, they are received by a kick and a headbutt. Andrew can only duck and kick since his hands are tied to his back. He has another three persons behind him. There’s no time to maneuver his legs and put his arms in front of him to punch them properly, so he runs.

It’s too dark to see where he’s going, but he can see a highway ahead. He sprints faster to reach it. However, his path gets blocked by a massive man holding a crowbar. Andrew dodges him and keeps going.

He can almost step foot on the highway when three pairs of hands grab him from the arms, the legs, his torso. He spins and tries to kick, but he is outnumbered. His hands are tied. His knives are lost. He is carried back to a pig’s car.

It doesn’t matter how much he moves and twists, the men holding him above the ground have a fierce grip on his body.

A woman approaches. He can’t see her face in the dark, but he can hear.

“Ain’t no fun if you hurt us.”

The smile never leaves her face as she smacks a rock to Andrew’s head.

Next time he wakes up, Andrew is sitting on a chair. The room is covered in darkness.

Moisture dampens his head and shoulder. The scars in his arms are stinging like they are split open again, but he can’t see.

“Look, our tiny toy is back.”

Andrew struggles to wake up fully. His head is hammering too hard to focus.

Contours start to appear as his eyes get adjusted to dark.

Knives glint on walls and there is a drain in the middle of the room.

He has been here before. His hazed brain takes a few moments more to recall.

No.

Neil has been here before.

This is one of his nightmares, not Andrew’s.

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Next Monday after Neil’s party, Andrew almost needed to be shoveled out of bed.

Daily morning practices were off for nearly four months and he was fine with not having to wake up early for fucking stickball. But it’s Neil’s first practice since he got back and his good mood was spreading fast through the dorm, so even Andrew felt the need to put some effort, even if it was the bare minimum.

Classes came and went and then it was time for afternoon practice. He was used to head to Abby’s place then to be with Neil. It was strange having him on the passenger seat, but it was even stranger seeing him sitting out most of the practice. At least, he was able to try some drills in the morning.

Coach stopped the whole team before they headed out to shower. He had the schedules and matches to be held for the rearranged championship. They were facing the Binghamton Bearcats in one month, and the final match would be played two weeks after. Everyone cheers and celebrates.

In one month, they trusted Neil could play more than the five-minute top threatened by Coach. The Foxes were finally moving as a whole after the striker’s return and the Bearcats weren’t one of the Big Three, so they felt entitled to lift their hopes up, even if it was the weirdest season on the books.

With a date to look forward as the definitive end of the season, final exams on their way, and Kevin bitching to have night practices again, weeks passed in a mix of sweat and stolen kisses with Neil whenever they had a few minutes to spare. The boy shone with excitement for being able to play, and the only thing Andrew could do about it was make sure he didn’t push too hard whenever he noticed the striker limping.

Since it was only one match and Neil asked, Andrew conceded closing the goal on his half of the match. He had seen the Bearcats previous matches, so he knew their patterns. It was easy.

The weight of the Foxes playing or not the last match would depend then on how many points Kevin, Neil and Dan could score, and hope their number was bigger than the rest.

The ride to Binghamton was eternal and boring. Andrew certainly had a few ideas of how he could make time go faster, but not with the team that close, so he had to settle with the stories Neil told about his travels, hearing his wishes for going on a holiday someday, and his daydream that he would be able to play on finals. Then, he fell asleep on Andrew’s shoulder.

The match was brutal.

The twin was split the whole time between staying in place deflecting shots, or run to shove out dirty players far from his lot. He kept the goal shut and their win wasn’t taken with grace, since the Foxes were the away team and certainly not anyone’s favorite despite the loads of news and gossip provided by Neil’s incident with the Ravens, but he couldn’t care less about the fans’ mood.

Andrew’s arms were close to burnout when the final buzzer confirmed their win. The Foxes gathered in the middle of the court and celebrated as if they had earned gold at the Olympics. The blond watched from the distance, when all he wanted was a shower and pile back into the orange bus, but he had to keep an eye on Neil, and he intended to wait until after he was done in the showers to carry their equipment, as he had done every practice. The striker was perfectly capable of carry his own things by then, but helping made curious things futter in his chest, and painted a smile on his pipe dream.

The celebrations were carried to his goal and he could only stare at Neil’s happiness.

That was another moment to treasure.

Finally, everyone headed out of court and started to clean up. Neil was waiting for him to finish, so they could get back to the others. The joy lighting his blue eyes was so powerful that Andrew nodded for the striker to join the rest while he got both their bags ready. Nothing would happen if Neil was out of his sight for a moment.

The pipe dream had proved to be real.

Andrew was almost out the locker room when he felt a pinch on his neck.

Duffel bags were dropped as he unfurled to fight, but the liquid spreading through his blood was faster, and everything turned black before he could do anything about it.

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A tall woman with a gargantuan red lipped smile approaches him. “Are you awake now? Revenge is not fun if you can’t hear me.” It’s the same one who knocked him with a rock, and maybe a needle too. The one on the original list of the Moriyamas that Andrew ignored.

Lola Malcolm.

“Fuck you.” Andrew tries to stand, but his whole body is chained to the chair. His efforts send him to the floor. His hips hit instants before his head. His left arm is on fire after the impact. The sting in his scars is worse.

“So bold but so small. Can’t believe you were the one who killed our boss.”

The woman is too close and holding his face. The touch burns him worse than the pain on his head or his arms. He spits in her face. A shoe presses Andrew’s head to the floor.

The betrayal of the Moriyamas sends waves of rage through him as terror replaces it fast when realization settles.

“Where is Neil?”

“Wait you insolent Gremlin. He hasn’t picked up again. Little boss said he was untouchable now, but he never said anything about you and Junior didn’t like it. Oh, hey, you heard that Junior?”

Static of the phone echoes in the room. There is silence on the other end for minutes.

“Fuck you.” The fear in Neil’s whisper shatters something in Andrew, but reliefs him at the same time. It doesn’t matter what they do to him as long as the pipe dream is safe.

“Nathaniel, say hello to our special guest now that he is awake.”

"Don’t you dare fucking touching him-”

“Watch that mouth Junior. As you recall, it’s my honor to tell my victims what I’ll do, and since this was meant to be for you once Nathan got out from jail, you both get to hear.”

Andrew can’t pay attention to the things Lola mentions. The jagged screams of Neil on the other side of the phone are destroying him already.

His promise was broken.

Neil was unprotected and suffering.

Because Andrew was about to get chopped. That isn’t right. No one suffers for Andrew. Never.

“Are you still there Junior? I’d like to start now.”

The other end of the phone is dead.

“Shame. We’ll get started without him then.”

Andrew struggles as two men free him from the chair and pin him to the floor with a loud crash of his skull. He is too close to the drain.

He tries to fight them, but the massive one from before joins to keep his legs glued in place.

Romero Malcolm. Jackson Plank. Patrick DiMaccio.

Fucking list.

“Heard Junior and you like to do nasty things with each other. Such waste of tiny men. I’ll have a try anyway.”

Lola climbs on top of him. She has a knife on her hands. The tip presses on the hollow in his throat, where the collar of his shirt starts, and cuts all the way down to his waist. She rips the shirt in two and leaves his bare chest in display.

Then, she bends down and licks Andrew’s neck. Nausea piles in his throat as the woman sucks his nipples and keeps pressing her tongue until she reaches the hem of his pants.

The contact is revulsing, and it only gets worse as fingernails dig inside his underwear to make way between his legs. Pulling, pinching, tickling, pressing until his body betrays him.

Like Steven, Samuel, Drake, and Proust did.

Nausea rolls from his stomach to his throat. He puts all his effort in containing a gagging sound while Lola keeps feasting on him.

Andrew fights to get rid of the weight, but he is helpless with three men strangling his limbs and tugging his hair to keep his head in place too.

The sharpness of a blade starts on the side of his lower belly and follows all the way to his knee. Lola tears apart the ruined pants and gets free access to Andrew’s intimacy. A shiver runs from his head to his toes. He can’t do anything to cover his unprotected body. The men pinning him only look away, but they never release the strength of their hold.

The woman watches him with sickening delight before sliding down from his legs to his shins, and sucks him.

She bites and licks and digs her long nails on Andrew’s sides until his skin breaks and bleeds.

His stomach tries to rebel again, but he only retches. His teeth are close to breaking from how hard Andrew is clenching his jaw.

It’s an eternity before Lola gets up again, wiping her mouth with a hand.

She leaves Andrew exposed. Trembling. Humiliated.

Hot shots set his skin on fire everywhere Lola touched him.

“That was good indeed. But I promised other delivery, so let’s get started.”

Lola stands and disappears from Andrew’s view. His attempts to het free are useless once more.

When she returns, she climbs over him again and takes his phone from one of her pockets. While the device beeps, waiting for the other side to answer, the sound of a blowtorch makes Andrew’s nerves stand on edge.

“No one told you is unpolite to hung up, Junior?” There’s only silence on the other side. “Fine. Don’t talk. I’ll update. Your tiny boyfriend is delicious indeed. But I have to resume. See, we were planning on carving out that disgusting thing on your face. We’ll have to ruin a pretty face in your behalf. And because you are always running, we were cutting your legs tendon by tendon, but this one relies on his knives, so we are cutting his arms. Did your midget tell you that he made an exact copy of your scars on the Butcher? I’ll perfect his idea now.

“No.” The whisper on the other side is too broken to be Neil.

“Yes. And you will get to hear his screams. Word says he lost emotions and all that. We’ll see that when he sees his fingers on the floor.”

Andrew can’t think, can’t remember, can’t move as the tip of a red-hot knife gets pressed to his left cheek and sharp nails are dug in his jaw to keep him steady.

He was right. The good weeks had to end, but he never thought it would be like this.

At least he enjoyed all of Neil while he could and he got enough time to know it wasn’t a hallucination made up from his meds.

Pain sears his cheek and spreads to his full face, but he doesn’t make a sound even if his teeth are cracking. He won’t make Neil hurt more.

“You know how to stay shut, don’t you? Nathaniel, have you seen the mess this one has on his arms? Of course you do. It’s time to erase them. Can’t make clean cuts with that view. I began on the way here, but it wasn’t enough.”

“No. Please.”

And that word.

Bolts of fury fill Andrew to fight again. He is not letting Neil fall into the same trap the twin fell when he was seven.

The man on his left is slightly smaller than the one on his right. Despite the pain, he puts all his might into getting free. It hurts dislocating his joints to get free, but not more than hearing Neil’s strangled pry.

If he is dying today, he doesn’t want Neil to hear.

And if he will hear anyway, let it be the sounds of Andrew putting a fight to get back. As Neil did.

He swings a closed fist to Lola and sends her to the floor before his arm is trapped again with a jolts of agony.

“Enough talking.” Says the woman cleaning the blood dripping from her nose. She is holding the fucking blowtorch again.

Andrew braces for the pain but it’s not enough. The horrors he had faced are nothing alike.

Lola pins first his left arm with the same knife she used to burn his face and gives the halt to the man over to hold it in place. Then she gets the blowtorch to the scars and new cuts of his right arm.

Fire scorches his skin slowly. He watches in slow motion as his marred scars start changing color. Swelling. Blistering. Bleeding.

He scrambles and twists to get away from the fire, but the knife pinned in place is dividing his other arm in two with every move he can manage below the fierce grips.

A feral growl escapes his throat and Lola laughs as she moves the torch up. The knife held by the man on his left has made a hole in his arm. He can’t feel his fingers anymore.

A scream bursts free against his will when the blade is taken out and stabs his burned arm.

He doesn’t want Neil hearing this. It will break whatever defense survived Evermore.

Another scream is finding its way out as the blowtorch now works over the open wound, cauterizing the cut and erasing his scars. He can’t feel his burned arm being torn apart with the knife.

Andrew can’t notice immediately when the weight in his left arm is gone, but he can see the shock in Lola’s face as she lets the torch fall and stands to fight.

All around is pain and confusion.

A real hallucination from the pain. Maybe he is already death. This is impossible.

Because there is no way that Neil is standing around his body, bloodied knives in both hands, slashing and cutting everything in his way, making bodies fall and fight and free Andrew’s limbs.

He can swear there is also a strike of rainbow moving at flash speed behind Neil. Clearing the path. Getting rid of the people torturing him.

“Andrew? Andrew?"

The voice speaking is too far, too wrecked to be real.

Andrew is too shocked to understand. He hadn’t been so afraid, so sore, so useless in so, so long. He finally loses control of his stomach and everything comes out, but there is no relief afterwards. The pain and the sickness go on and forces him to retch again until there is nothing left.

There is a cling close to him.

He wants the world to disappear beneath him. Die if he hasn’t. Pass out at least.

He can’t tell when he curled on his side and covered his head with his battered arms.

He is shaking. His head is throbbing. His arms sting. He is mostly naked. He is cold. His belly hurts from the effort.

Neil heard him. Neil is watching him like this. Again.

“Andrew? You’re bleeding, we need to stop it.” The voice outside is too hurt, but sounds real. “Andrew?”

“No.” The answer comes between shattered sobs.

A part of Andrew that is still aware of the surroundings knows he is the one crying, but he is uncapable of doing anything else.

He promised to protect Neil and he failed.

He failed to his promise like everyone else does.

All because he thought he wouldn’t have enough time left with Neil.

Because he thought the Moriyamas would finish their part of the job faster.

“Don’t touch him.” The jagged voice turns fierce before being soft again. “Andrew, we need to get you out of here.”

He doesn’t move.

It takes ages before he can acknowledge that the shattered voice belongs to Neil.

He can’t face him after failing a promise. He has failed him twice.

That is unforgivable. That makes him a monster indeed. The monster everyone believes him to be.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t get faster. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised. I’m sorry it wasn’t me. I-”

Andrew uncovers his face only an inch. His arms hurt too much, but he needs to see if Neil is indeed there, apologizing for a promise that was never his to keep. Hurting only because Andrew was hurt.

He was sure that no one gave a fuck about what happened to him, until he heard his name spoken with utter fear for him, not because of him.

“You are a pipe dream.” He manages to say with cracked voice.

“Fuck you I’m not. I’m real. You made me real.” There’s a pause before he goes on. “And I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

Neil’s eyes are a few shades darker and glassy as he lowers a hand and places it extended, close to Andrew’s arms, but not touching. Never touching. Only waiting.

“Let’s go home. Yes or no?”

It takes minutes or maybe hours for Andrew to find enough courage inside of him to realize that Neil’s apologies were sincere and he still wants him.

Maimed, useless and humiliated, he’s still accepted.

He was forgiven for breaking the promise between them even before he pointed his failure.

The hand extended is still by his side. Asking. Expecting. Ready.

Neil is feeling guilty for the consequences of Andrew’s miscalculated actions. The striker didn’t choose his criminal family, but Andrew chose to get rid of them. The guilt and consequences should be only his. Neil should be away from this, enjoying his free life. Not extending his hand to pick the pieces of a wrecked a monster like him.

And yet, he doesn’t have it in him to let go. No when he is so terrified for the first time.

With trembling fingers, Andrew takes the offered hand and holds it as hard as he can with his numb fingers.

It is as warm and real as the last time.

“Yes.”

#tw: torture #tw: injury #tw: noncon #aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #aftg fandom #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andrew x neil #bamf!neil #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king #canon divergence #canon divergent au #mid-canon #someone stop me from writing

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silver-greedling · 5 years ago

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Explosions

Wrench x Reader (aka im back on my bullshit, i love this guy) (i put a ton of work into this and even watched Ray's stream of the game for the dialogue and it STILL SUCKS I'm so sorry guys qwq)

"Oh, God," Josh muttered, watching the camera footage on his computer. Sitara and Marcus approached him, and he turned to Sitara. "Don't let Wrench see this."

"See what?" Speaking of the devil, he had appeared behind the other two, poking his head in between them and looking at the screen. "Is that...?"

Wrench's girlfriend was being dragged into a suspicious room at a currently unknown location. She was struggling in the arms of her captor, but it was useless. While she had reasonable physical strength, the guy clearly overpowered her.

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"Let me go, asshole!" I kicked and screamed against the man that held me. His firm grip around my torso held my arms in place and prevented my escape. "Dedsec won't let you get away with this!"

The man all but threw me into a metal chair, bolted to the floor, effectively knocking the breath out of me for a moment. In that split second of shock, two other men grabbed my arms and tied them to the sides of the chair. By the time I regained my strength, I was already completely tied to the chair.

I went to start screaming again, but nothing came out. It was pointless; I was already exactly where they wanted me. Nothing would get me out of the chair. My head hung low, my eyes focused on my feet.

Gritting my teeth, I strained my ears to listen to the conversation between the three bastards. I wasn't able to make out a single word they spoke. Defeatedly, I leaned into the chair, just trying to get as comfortable as I could.

~~~

"I've got her location," Josh spoke, pulling Wrench's eyes away from the CCTV footage. He looked at another screen, struggling to erase the yelling and pain of the girl he loved from his mind. "Look. The footage is coming from a building not too far from the coast. It looks like it's also got some servers; cTOS 2.0 servers. We could save her and take those out all in one sweep."

"I'll take care of that one," Wrench offered. "Leave that place to me."

No one dared argue the topic with him, not when his voice was that somber and low. It wasn't like him to act that way, but, as it seemed, kidnapping his girlfriend was enough to piss him off. Everyone watched as he approached his usual spot at his table, picking up an old project he never finished.

"I got an idea," Sitara spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the room. "One that'll take down Blume and get our friend back."

~~~

"I scored the acces code." Sitara's voice was clear over Wrench's comm as he picked up his finished project.

"Wrench, you're up," Marcus added. "How does locating Blume's backup data farm and nuking it sound? You get to blow up all the shit you want."

"That site's pulling in too much power, hombre," Ray's calm tone said, "and it's on Blume's doorstep."

"So go flex some muscles!" Marcus came back over the comm, sounding almost excited. "Destroy the backup servers or they'll just default to a previous version of the data we're about to wipe."

The man went in guns blazing. Shoot first, talk never. The Blume ruffians never stood a chance. Wrench had a variety of weapons on him, and he put nearly all of them to use getting rid of them, but it was over almost as quick as it started.

Wrench sauntered over to one of the power boxes outside. With his phone and a little bit of hacker magic, he was downloading what looked like a shitload of data from cTOS.

"I wonder what this unlocks," he pondered, galncing down at his phone.

"I'll unlock it," Josh spoke monotonely, "you keep your eyes open."

With the data finally packed onto his phone, Wrench entered the building. It was just as boring as every other building Blume worked in. Clean white walls, boxes all over, and laptops with exposed cameras surrounding him.

One of the rooms had a suspicious exposed wall. It was almost like they weren't even trying to cover up the fact that something was behind it.

"Hey, Marcus!" Wrench spoke into the comm. "Does this room look small to you?"

"Man, I'm not there!"

"Yep, looks small to me, too."

Wrench pulled out another one of his 'goodies', a sticky bomb. He placed the little box on the exposed wall, taking a few steps back and covering behind a few boxes. A few moments passed, and there was a loud explosion. When Wrench leaned over to check. Sure enough, the wall was thin enough to be completely destroyed in the process, showing off the hidden hallway behind it.

The punk style man was moving through the hallway quickly, opening a few doors, before coming to a familiar room. Just as he thought, surrounded by servers and a generator, she was there.

~~~

If I knew anything, it was that those explosions had to be Dedsec. No one else would bring that much firepower directly to a Blume building.

Just like I knew they would, my friends had come to save me.

It started off as a couple of explosions followed by a long period of silence. Fear settled into me. Had my savior fallen? Did someone get hurt, or even worse, trying to find me?

My fears were put aside when another explosion sounded off a few minutes later, this time much closer to my position. Moments after that, a familiar figure came striding into the room.

"Wrench!" Instinctively, I went to jump out of my chair and hug him, but it was useless. I was still tied to the chair.

"Hey, careful!" He stepped over to me, moving to stand behind the chair so he could untie me from it. "There we go."

The moment my arms were free, they were wrapped around his neck in a hug, spiked vest be damned. Those spikes and the various guns in his back made it difficult, but I couldn't care less. His arms gripped my waist and pulled me close to him.

"You found the backup servers?" Marcus asked over the comm. I could just make out the words from Wrench's earpiece.

He barely moved away from me to answer the comm, sending his heart expression my way. "Yeah, turns out, she was in Blume's utility closet - with the backup servers and the campus generator." The expression on his mask changed to his winking one. "Good thing I brought extra goodies."

Wrench turned off the mic on his comm, stepping toward the door. He turned so that I was behind him as he grabbed a large gun off his back. "You might want to stand back for a minute."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, cautiously peering around him as he aimed the weapon at one of the servers. With a pull of the trigger, the server had erupted into flames. The kickback of the weapon barely had any effect on Wrench, despite it being a strong blast. Three moe shots, then the server and generator were all down.

Wrench turned on his comm again as he looked down to me. "Marcus. I came. I saw. I blew shit up." The winking espression returned to his mask. "I came again."

I heard Marcus continue speaking, but Wrench had turned off his mic as I stepped ckoser to him.

"Y'know, sometimes, I think I can't possibly love you more than I already do," I told him, reaching for the bottom of his mask to pull it off of him, "and then you do shit like that and prove me wrong."

I saw him grinning when I removed the mask from his face. He dropped the gun next to him, before taking the mask from my hand and doing the same. With his hands freed, he grabbed my face and pushed his mouth to mine smoothly. My hands were on his shoulders under the vest, pulling me ever closer to him.

"I love you, babe," I told him. Sparks flew from the broken servers, illuminating his face in weird, random ways. His hands moved down to my waist.

"I love you, too." My arms wrapped around his neck as he sighed and buried his face in mine. "God, don't ever leave my side again. I almost went crazy without you."

"You were crazy before you even met me," I joked. I felt him smile against my skin.

"Yeah, but now I'm crazier." He pulled back, releasing his hold on me and giving me finger guns. "Crazy for you."

I rolled my eyes, despite the wide grin spreading on my face. "That was awful."

He placed the mask back on his face and strapped the gun to his back again. "But you love it." He reached for my hand, and I took his eagerly, ready to go home and forget this place.

"Yeah, I do."

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csauce-and-chips · 6 years ago

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The Tipsy Side

Word Count: 2,032

Featured: Thomas Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Remy Sanders

Pairing(s): Prinxiety, Logicality (though not mentioned).

Universe: Human AU

Synopsis: Thomas has to make sure his friends have a safe time drinking at a party. What he discovers about his intoxicated friends is shocking.

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Thomas had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

Being the youngest amongst his group of friends had its advantages and disadvantages. One disadvantages is not being old enough to drink. Of course this sucked for him, and Patton had apologized about it many times before the party really kicked in, but Thomas had just said it was fine.

"You sure, kiddo? I can just hang out with you if you want!"

"It's ok, Patton. I want you to have fun! Someone's gotta be responsible."

How naive he was.

It took only half an hour for the party to really kick off. If you could call it a real party. There was at most 20 people there, however, that didn't stop them from getting wild. Particularly a certain group of four Thomas kept his eye on.

Shockingly, the very dramatic and Disney fanatic got drunk first. Thomas wouldn't have expected him to be a lightweight, but it only took him two shots to get him going. At first, he was laughing and shouting at the house's Alexa to change it to different Disney songs. And then, Thomas delved into the madness of his drunk friends for the first time ever.

A usually flashy and ambitious Roman stumbled over to Thomas at his spot on the couch. It had been about an hour and a half since the party had started and Roman was a mess. Thomas, of course, was a little concerned.

"Roman-" Thomas took his hands to carefully sit the older man next to him, trying to make eye contact with the wasted prince. "Woah, hey now.. you ok, Ro?"

For a moment, all Roman did was blink at Thomas like he was talking in rhymes. Then a goofy, soft grin spread across his drunk face. Thomas stared at him in confusion as Roman flopped against his shoulder, laughing softly.

"Hi Thomas~ you're warm.."

"Uh.. Roman?" Thomas chuckled as his concern mixed with his amusement. "Maybe you should take a nap?"

"Whaaaaat? Thomash- Thomas??" Roman paused in confusion as he squinted at Thomas' jeans as if they contained all the answers. "What was I sayin..?"

"I said you should take a nap?"

"..." Roman broke out in a slurred giggle fit, patting at Thomas' leg like a silly child. "I love you, Thomas~"

Thomas chuckled as he tried to think of what to do next with Roman to take care of his silly drunk friend. That was, before he heard a very loud shout from the kitchen.

"FUCK YOU- NO, NO, SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH!"

Thomas let out a soft sigh as he stood carefully, moving a pillow to where he was sitting so Roman could lay down.

"Stay here, bud. I'll bring you some water, kay?"

"Thomas, you're so nice to meeee," He could hear Roman start up again as he had already left to push through the small crowd to the kitchen.

Knowing his friends, Thomas was pretty sure that Logan was behind all the screaming. Though Logan was a really intelligent and calm person, he had a temper he's seen jump out on many occasions. Different shouting sprees, but he always managed himself quickly. So this had to be Logan, unable to contain himself with alcohol in his system, right?

Wrong.

Stepping into the kitchen, Thomas was surprised to see Patton, who was pushing at a familiar face with an usually pissed off look on his face. He had a bottle in hand and it was clear that he was drunk.. still... this was a bit unbelievable for anyone who's met Patton.

"YOU'RE- YOU ARE SO FUCKING MEAN!" Patton was half shoving, half swatting his victim into the counter behind him. "YOU JUST MAN- MANIPULATE EVERYBODY AND IT'S SO FUCKIN RUDE-"

"Patton- uh- friendo-" Deciel had his hands up defensively as he bared the brunt of Patton's drunken rage. Can't say he didn't deserve it for what he's done in their high school days, but he's proven himself better since then. Patton seems to have forgotten about.. All of that.

"DON'T FREE-ENDO ME PAL! DO YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT YOU?? I'LL FUCKIN FIGHT YOU RIGHT HERE, IT'LL BE PHYSICAL-"

"Uh, Patton?" Thomas placed a hand on his friend's shoulder carefully, unsure of what his friend was capable of in this state.

"WHAT-" Patton turned quickly, maybe too quickly, but catching himself on the counter at the last second. He squinted angrily, his bottle clanking against the counter.

Thomas sighed as he rested a hand on his friend's arm and cut him off. "Patton, it's me, Thomas. You're getting aggressive-"

"THOMAS HE HURT-"

"I remember, I remember, that was back in high school, remember?" He made eye contact with Patton and rubbed his arm. "Remember how it's been six years since you've been in high school, dad?"

One thing that really seemed to draw him back into the moment is the way Thomas called him dad. Patton opened and closed his mouth a few times before he let go of his bottle and he sighed heavily.

"..'M drunk."

"That's right. You got it pops." Thomas lead Patton to the kitchen bar and sat him in a seat, grabbing two glasses and filling them with water. "It's ok. Just try to take it easy, kay?"

Patton nodded as he took one of the waters. "M'kay.."

Thomas gave him a smile and a pat on the back. "Thanks Patt."

"Thomas!" Thomas looked up and was surprised to see Remy, who looked pretty drunk himself- however, Remy was excellent at handling his liquor. "Hey Rem. What's up?"

"What's up is that your friend has been in the bathroom for like-fourty minutes and I'm seriously going to snap his neck if you don't get him out of there!"

"Friend?" Thomas circled around the counter to Remy who lead him upstairs. His first idea was that it was Virgil, because his anxiety probably got to him, and he decided to hide out in the bathroom. Of course, just his luck, he was wrong again.

"Logan?"

Logan sat in the bath tub, curled up into himself. He had his face buried into his arms which were wrapped around his knees. His hair was a mess and his tie was dangling from the edge of the sink. So, yknow, it was weird to think that this was his friend Logan.

"Thomas..?" Logan lifted his head out of his arms but still had to rest his cheek against his forearm. His face was caked with tears, his eyes red and his skin blotchy from crying.

Thomas felt awful seeing him like this. Remy had already abandoned the bathroom for now, so he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Lo.. what's going on? What's wrong?"

It was clear by the way his bottom lip quivered at the question that that alone had bothered him. Thomas plopped himself on the toilet seat, prepared to listen to his drunk friend.

"I'm drunk Thomas.. imma mess"

Thomas waved it off and put a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Don't worry, Lo, everyone else is a mess too-"

"B-but that's just it!" Logan's voice cracked ad he looked desperately at Thomas through half-lidded eyes. "I'm- I'm supposed ta' be reshponsible! I'm supposed ta' be everyone's mom! What.. what am I supposed ta' do if I can't- can't-"

At this point, Logan was a bumbling mess of sobs and drunken slur. The bottles in the sink and on the counter surface suggested that Logan's drank the most so far. It hurt Thomas' heart to see his friend like this, to see him try to drink his troubles away to only get hit 10x harder with it in this state.

"Logan. You don't have to be responsible for the others all the time."

Logan sniffled as he frown heavily at Thomas, looking ready to cry again. "What'aya mean..? I need.. I need to know you-" a hiccup, apologies "-you, you guys are all acc- accounted for-"

"Look Logan, it's ok if you aren't being the responsible one all the time. We appreciate everything you do for us, you don't need to stress yourself out with us all the time."

His glossy eyes stared at Thomas' clear ones with drunken surprise as a "really..?" Slipped. As if he didn't know that they all appreciated him.

Thomas smiles gently. "Of course, Lo. We may not say it all the time, but we appreciate you. We love you so much. You do know that, right-?"

He fell quiet as he saw Logan had his eyes closed, his breathing still shakey but evenly rhythmatic. Thomas sighed as he stood from the toilet seat, adjusting his friend so that he was laying down in the tub rather than bent over and worse for his back when he inevitably awoke. A towel yo substitute as a blanket wasn't that bad either..

Just as he had placed the deep green material over Logan, someone crashed head-first into the bathroom.

At first, Thomas expected it to be a party-goer he didn't know that was hurling in the toilet he had been sitting on moments ago (thank god for wanting to get up). But instead he found the face of his final drunk friend, hair messier than usual and his shirt.... gone?

"...uh, Virgil?" Thomas asked in lingering surprise as his friend finished loudly vomiting, just the sight of it making him sick to his sober stomach. "You ok?"

Virgil huffed over the toilet bowl as he turned his head to look at Thomas. Every move he made seemed to make him dizzy. However, he didn't seem mad, or upset at all from hurling. What surprised Thomas the most was the perverted grin plastered all over his friend's face.

"Mmm.. hey Thomas~" Virgils voice was the heaviest with alcohol, a hum of pleasure behind it. His eyes were dazed and intent on looking over Thomas' entire figure like he was a hungry animal. "Mhmmm, I'm fuckin' faaaaantastic!"

Before Thomas could say anything, Virgil had shoved himself to his feet. However, it wasn't very steady as the boy stumbled, practically throwing himself into Thomas' arms as he pushed his hands onto his younger friend's chest with a look of stupid desire.

"Virgil..!" Thomas had a red tint to his cheeks as he tried to hold up Virgil's weight so suddenly, while feeling extremely uncomfortable by his actions. "Virgil- please just-"

"Jus' what, pretty boy~? Ya.. ya seeeeexy peice'a meat, hmmm?"

My God, if this wasn't the most uncomfortable thing ever, Thomas wouldn't know what was.

Thomas took a breath as he pulled on a stern tone. "Virgil, your boyfriend wouldn't be so happy if he found out you were flirting with me. Or am I wrong?"

Virgil fell quiet and his smirk dropped. Something seemed to shift in his eyes as he frowned, gripping slightly at Thomas' shirt.

"Wha's- where's Ro?"

"He's on the couch." Thomas sighed ad he realized what was going on. He hated seeing Virgil anxious again, slipping back into himself, but it was much better that when he was being touchy-feely. Plus, he knew Virgil wouldn't want to hurt Roman like that on purpose. "I'll take you. Here.."

Thomas adjusted himself so that he had an arm around the slightly smaller man, flushing the toilet on the way out. He made sure his fumbling, highly intoxicated and highly anxious friend got down the stairs and to the couch safely, glad to see that Roman was well passed out on the couch- oddly curled up with an innocent expression he never seemed to wear.

Virgil seemed to focus more when he spotted his sleeping boyfriend. Thomas let go as Virgil stumbled a little to lie a tad awkwardly next to Roman on the couch. Virgil seemed happy enough but well on his way to passing out hard.

"Mmm.. thanks, Thomas.." Virgil mumbled softly as his eyes closed contently. He would be glad the next morning when he figures out he didn't do anything unscenely with his youngest friend.

Thomas couldn't help but smile, relieved. He glanced around at his friends on the couch and in the kitchen. All asleep, all taken care of and accounted for. He made sure that he had set out a water bottle for each of his friends, along with ibuprofen, for when they all inevitably awake the next morning.

Needless to say, taking care of drunk idiots isn't easy. You never know what to expect. But if there's one thing that Thomas learned tonight was that no matter what surprises come his way, his friends were still his family- still the people he loved more than anybody else in the world.

Thomas made a mental note to scold them all in the morning, anyways.

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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5 Times Echo Wanted A Big Brother... Part 5

Here is part 5.

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“And the reading lesson starts now!” Art announces into Aura's bedroom to three small girls playing with their dolls. But not in a “house” way, more of a “three warrior princesses saving themselves and the world while taking over kingdoms and defeating monsters and demons” way.

Certainly they appear to be in a battle between them and a army of demons, if their shouts are anything to go by.

“NO!” Ari lets out horrified scream. “Reading is boring!” Art lets out a shocked and betrayed sound, pretending to faint into Cadan behind him. Cadan rolls his eyes and steps aside so Art just falls to the ground.

“My own sister! My own beloved little sister is saying such horrible words! My heart! My sanity! Cadan, Hemera, please tell I just misheard her, because my own flesh and blood could never say something so horrifyingly wrong!”

Cad and Hemy just roll their eyes, used to Art's dramatics. Art who still lays on the floor, face buried in his hands as he makes noises of despair and crying. Aura and Echo just giggle at the sight of their older cousin, and are already cleaning up their mess. Ari on the other hand stands with red cheeks, hands fisted into her shirt as she glares at her older brother. She also seems to be shaking in anger. But then she stomps over to him and kicks his leg.

“Artemas! Stop it!” She shouts at him, kicking him again. But before she could kick him and shout at him again, both suddenly vanish into wind and nothingness. Then Echo could hear from the living room of Aunt Elain's and Uncle Lucien's house, a scream-laughing Ari, who was most probably being tickled into taking back her words by Art.

Being done with cleaning up Aura's room as moderately as possible. Aura's room is always on some level messy. Aura skips out if her room, Echo hot on her heels, they are actually excited for the reading lessons, unlike Ari, who has no patience for them and generally finds them boring.

As they walk into the living room they come into the view of a upside down hanging and heaving Ari, hold by one feet by Art. Ari apparently has already apologized and isn't tickled anymore.

“We should start immediately, so you three can go back to playing.” Cadan tells them, while sitting down at the table, sorting the books on it. They already know the alphabet, but they still need to learn how to read correctly. Artemas agreeing with his best friend, has put down Arianna opposite of Cad, slouching down beside her. Hemera and Aurelia have seated themselves between Art and Cad. Echo makes a beeline to Cad and sits down beside him.

“What book do you want to read, Little Wonder?” Cadab asks her as he pushes the books to her.

She always gets to choose first on what she wants to read. And she is actually the only one of the three that has this privilege. Ari doesn't care about reading, so she lets her brother choose and Aura just closes her eyes and reads the first thing she puts her hands on.

Echo looks over the books, all with colorful covers with animals, knights, faes, princesses, witches, children and dragons on them. All easy and thin books for younglings her age. Some are only a handful pages long. But which book sounds the most interesting? Than a green book with what she can identify as a rabbit and a turtle.

“This one!” Echo tells Cad and picks the book up.

“Ah, The Tortoise and the Hare. It's a great choice, Echo!” Cad nods, pushing the books to Aura. Who closes her eyes, hums and waves her hand over the books. Than she stops and the hand lands on a yellow book depicting what Echo would describe as a bean, a straw and a coal with a arms and a face on them.

“You always pick the weirdest stories, Sunshine.” Hemy tells her, picking up the book and pushing the rest to Art. “What's it called?” Aura giggles at the book, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

“The Straw, the Coal and the Bean.”

“Really? That a funny title of a fairy tale.” Aura giggles. “I couldn't agree more, Aura.”

“Now that Aura choose her as usual weird book, Ari, do you want to choose or should I?” Art looks at his sister, who lays face down half on the table, arms outstretched, palms hitting the surface of the table in a uncoordinated beat. Ari lets out a muffled “you”. Art just shrugs. “Whatever you say, Little Night.”

Sitting up, Art looks over the books. Picks one. Echo could only see the back of the blue book. It was a little thicker than her’s and Aura's.

“The Emperor's New Clothes. How does that sound?” He asks turning to the now sitting up properly Ari. “Boring” she tells him honestly.

Art rolls his eyes and pushes the rest of the books into the middle of the table.

“So let's get started!” Cadan tells the little Illyrian next to him, opening the book in front of her. “Should I read you the sentence first and than you repeat it or do you want to try to read it own your own first?” Echo thinks about it. The former option she had done already, often enough in her opinion. She also really wants to try for herself first.

“I try on my own first!”

“Good,” Cadan ruffles her hair and scoots closer to her, “then let's begin, Little Wonder!”

“The Hare was on-once b-bo-boa-” Echo begins and Cadan corrects her softly.

“Not Boa, Boo.”

“boas-boast-boasting of his s-sp-spee-speed be-bef-before the o-oth-othe-other a-an-ani-anim-anima-animal-animals.”

“That was great, Little Wonder!” Cadan praises her and smiles down at her. But than he points at the sentence. “But now again, but more fluidly.”

“Okay! The Hare was once boasting of his speed before the other animals.” Echo was careful and concentrated on every word, to pronounce it correctly.

“Perfect!” Cadan beams at her, looking so proud. Echo beams right back, pride filling her chest. “But can you tell me in your own words what is happening in this sentence, Echo?”

She nods. “The bunny is really fast and now he is bragging about it to others. Like Art does sometimes with his magic!”

“I don't brag, Echo! I'm stating facts. Absolutely true facts.” Art says loudly from across from them. Echo wipes her head to him and tilts her head.

“But Cadan always says you brag!”

“Well then Cadan is stretching the truth!” Art claims, “I never brag!”

“You do brag, a lot!” Hemy and Cad say at the same time. Art glares and pouts at them. Ari is laughing beside him, hiding behind the book she is holding. Aura has her hands pressed against her mouth, to quell her giggling at her older cousin, who now looks like spoiled and childish prince who didn't get his second cake. Echo shares a giggle with Cadan.

After a few minutes the situation in the living room has finally calmed down, after Artemas optioned to just ignore them and to just torture his little sister with reading.

Echo started her new sentence. “'I ha-have n-ne-nev-neve-never y-”

“It's yet, not i-et”

“Yet be-been”

“Pronounce the “ee” a little shorter like “been””

“Been like that?”

“Yes exactly like that!”

“Been be-bea”

“Bee, not be-ah”

“Bea-beat-beate-beaten,’ s-sa-sai-said he, 'wh-whe-when I p-pu-put f-fo-for-fort-forth - what does that mean? Forth?”

“Something like forward.”

“Forward… okay thanks!”

“You're welcome.”

“Now where was I … ah there forth my f-fu-full speed.”

“Now again.”

"’I have never yet been beaten,’ said he, ‘when I put forth my full speed.’”

“Perfect! You're getting pretty good at it. Now tell me what does it say.” Cadan smiles at her she thinks, drumming his fingers against the table.

“No one had been faster than him!”

“Yes basically! That's what he is saying!”

“Then why is saying it so complicated?”

“Because he likes to make himself sound more important and better than anyone else, probably.”

“Sounds like Ari!”

“Hey!” Comes a shout from the other side. “Concentrate on your own text, Ari!” Art scowls Ari. “Sorry Ari!” Echo shouts back.

“You don't need to shout, you sit opposite each other.” Aura tells them with a giggle. But then tilts her head and her eyes brighten. “Or maybe we only shout from now on?”

“No!” Art, Cad and Hemy say almost instantly and simultaneously. Aura giggles again and looks back down on her book. Echo smiles at her and than gives Ari a apologetic smile, who just waves it off and smiles back. Than her eyes focus on her book.

“So where was I? There! I c-ch-”

“Like sh, not like the ch in your name.”

“Cha-chall-challe-challen-challeng-’

“The g is pronounced like a j here, Challenge”

“Challenge a-an-any-anyone here to r-ra-race with me.”

“Again” "‘I challenge anyone here to race with me.’”

“Perfect! Absolutely perfect, Little Wonder!” Echo's chest puffs up in pride, feeling absolutely amazing and mighty. “Now tell me, what does he say?” Echo didn't need to think about it. “He wants to race against other animals to show them how fast he is and to win against them. Like you and Hemy and Art do sometimes to with each other, so you can brag about your winnings.” Cadan lets out a laugh.

“Fantastic Echo, but you should turn down the comparisons a little. We don't want you to accidentally insult someone, do we?”

“But comparisons are easier and funnier.” Echo pouts. Eyes gleaming at Cadan, who rubs his mouth with one hand, hiding his smile. His blue-grey eyes gleaming in amused, meeting hers.

“Fine, only if you think they fit, and not every sentence, or else.” Cad says strictly. Echo knows he isn't serious, because his eyes are lit up and a smiles is tugging on his lips.

“I can accept that.” Echo says back after a while of thinking, acting like she made great sacrifice. Cadan smiles at that and than flickers her forehead. “Continue reading, Little Wonder.”

“Okay, Little Hero!” Echo turns the page. And begins reading. “The Tortoise said qu-qui-quie-quiet-quietly, 'I a-ac-acc-”

“The last c is more like an s.”

“Acc-acce”accep-accept your challenge.’”

“Very good.”

“That's very brave and bold of the tortoise to do, but can he win?” Echo wonders out loud.

“Let's find out. But first read it again.”

“The Tortoise said quietly, ‘I accept your challenge.’”

“Good next sentence.”

“Wha? No explaining?” Echo looks up at him, eyes wide. Cadan laughs. “I think you know exactly what is happening in the sentence, Echo.”

“If you say so.” Echo shrugs and looks back at her book. “‘That is a good joke,’ - hey that's not nice of the bunny! He didn't need to be this mean about that!”

“Yeah, Echo the bunny isn't the nicest animal, but don't worry he will learn his lesson.”

“He will? How?” Disbelief fills her voice and face. “Keep on reading to find out.” Cadan teases her. Echo looks still doubtful but than just shrugs. “Then let's keep on reading.” She looks back at fable and sits up straighter.

“'Said the hare. ‘I could d-da-dan-danc-dance a-ar-aro-arou-aroun-around you all the w-way.’” Than without hesitation, Echo reads the sentence again. “‘That’s a good joke,” said the hare. 'I could dance around you all the way’”

And so they continue on through the whole book, slowly reading each word and carefully pronouncing them correctly. Pausing for explaining the sentence were also made, but they just here and there, when Cadan thought the sentences were a little difficult. But Echo read through it brilliantly, making Cadan really proud and also herself.

She loves it when Cadan is proud of her. It makes feel really good about herself. She is also a little sad that she is now done with the book. While the ending with the bunny getting his rightful punishment and the tortoise, whom she had been rooting to win, actually won. Echo found it is a very fitting ending to the story. But know the reading lesson is over. At least was the first to finish her book.

Ari is the one with most pages left, her reading had not seem as fun as her own. Mostly because Ari is bored, easily distracted and really impatient. She would probably rather run in circles than read for that long. But she needed to be able to read normal. And Art, Cad and Hemy had said multiple times to her, that one day she will thank them for the excruciatingly boring reading lessons. Echo kind of agrees with them, but she would never tell that Ari.

Aura is almost done with her book, slowing down her reading process by going of script and adding thing to the sentences to make them more interesting to her. On some instances Hemera let her do it, in others not so much. Aura has her fun regardless.

“How about we get ourselves something to drink and some candies?” Cadan whispers in her ear. Echo lights up at that and nods wildly, jumping down from her chair, racing into the kitchen, followed by a laughing Cadan and the eyes of two other tiny girls. Their eyes bright as they stare at the pair leaving the room. Then Blue-grey meets fawn-brown. They seem to be talking just with their eyes. A resolute nod to each other before they get back to reading. They have definitely planned something.

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I hope you all like it.

If you have any questions feel free to ask me. I would love to answer them.

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carey-pricemas · 8 years ago

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Celebrate- Luke Kennard

You guys really like challenging me eh? Lol! I feel like I said this before, but I know absolutely nothing about basketball. So I really hope I don't mess this up for you anon! Let me know if I get something wrong! Enjoy!

Warning: alcohol, underage drinking

Anon Request: i loved you luke kennard imagine😍😍 can you do one where hes celebrating with his gf after winning the ACC tournament and being named MVP? thanks!

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You wouldn't cry. You told Luke you were not going to cry.

But you were so proud of those boys!

They had worked so hard these past four days. You could barely handle their schedule and you were just watching!

The moment the buzzer went off, you were on your feet screaming along with the other Duke fans around you.

They won the ACC tournament.

And now they were naming Luke MVP.

Yeah, no, you had lied to Luke. There were tears. So many tears. And no sign of stoppage of the tears anytime soon.

The blue and white confetti fell over the excited players and fans as they lifted the trophy.

You had to pinch yourself. It was all real. This was what they had worked so hard for.

Your eyes met Luke's and he made a face at you as he noticed your tears. You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him. He shook his head and tugged on the baseball hat they had given him proclaiming Duke as the 2017 ACC Champs.

Did you mention how PROUD you were of this rag tag group?

You wiped away your tears as you watched the team take their photo, the Duke blue a large group of overly excited college players at center court. As they broke apart, you caught Luke's eye again. You jerked a thumb over your shoulder and saw him nod.

You made your way through the crowds of people to your car. You had driven up from Durham to see the tournament and cheer Luke on. One last night in the hotel room then you and Luke would both be back in North Carolina and Luke would be working on stressing about the next game while you stressed about school work.

One last night to enjoy.

You made a quick stop by the store and picked up a few things before heading back to the hotel. You slipped off your shoes and jumped on the bed, flipping through the channels on the TV until Luke got there.

You could feel your eyes drooping as the time grew later and later, TV only keeping your attention so long.

You heard Luke outside the door, calling out a goodbye to someone before the key slid in the reader and the door clicked open.

"(Y/N)?" he called out softly. You sat up on the bed and grinned. "Hey."

"Babe!" you squealed. You bounced as he kicked his shoes off and dumped his suit jacket on the floor. "You'll ruin it" you said, frowning at the jacket. Luke looked down at it and shrugged before jumping on the bed next to you.

"That's all you're going to say?"

"YOU DID IT!" you yelled, throwing your arms around him. "I'm so proud of you!" you squealed. "I don't know where to start with everything!"

"We did it babe. We got the ACC title back." He tried to play it cool, he really did, but he was like a little kid at Christmas. The excitement was palpable and he was almost shaking with the pent up energy.

"I'm SO proud" you said again. "Oh!" You scooted off the bed and grabbed the bag, bringing it over to the bed. "They didn't have a 'Congrats! You won the ACC' section, but I figured you could be the birthday boy instead. Its close enough right?" You pulled out a party hat and put it on Luke's head, making him laugh.

"It's even blue" he teased.

"I wanted the pink one, but I thought it might clash with winning Duke Blue." You winked and continued digging through the bag. "My personal favorite!" You pulled out a pack of blue blowout toys. "Oh and these!" You pulled out a few blue and silver party poppers. You opened both packages and put a blowout in your mouth before handing one to Luke. You blew on it, giggling as the glittery blue foil unrolled. Luke laughed and blew on his as well, smacking your own toy with his.

"Where did you find all of this?" he asked, pulling the string on one of the poppers, laughing as the silver confetti rained down on the two of you.

"Walmart" you answered. "But I think this one will be your favorite!" You pulled out a large bottle. Luke took it from your hands, his eyes widening.

"How'd you get this?"

"Don't ask questions your innocent mind doesn't want to know the answer to." Luke snorted but continued to look at the bottle of champagne. "This is a celebration, Luke. We're going to celebrate like two college students do."

"Have I told you I love you today?"

"Once or twice, but it's nice to hear" you said with a wink. "Open it and I'll grab the cups." You turned and walked to the bathroom, grabbing the cups from the coffee machine and tossing the plastic away. You walked back into the room as Luke popped the cork. He poured a cup for each of you before setting the bottle to the side. "A toast." You raised your cup. "To the hard work you've put in and to the hard work still left to go. To the next step: the national championship." You pressed your cup to his before you both drank the liquid. You crawled back into bed with him, pulling your toys closer.

"Thanks for this babe. I'm glad you came."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." You popped a blue popper, laughing as the blue confetti rained down. "Just imagine how much more fun this will be when I can plan a celebration for the national title!"

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Ok how did I do anon? Was this what you wanted? Let me know what you thought! Up next: Tyler Seguin smut or Auston Matthews Damsel in Distress Part two!

#luke kennard #duke basketball #acc imagine #acc imagines #ncaa imagines #ncaa imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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yahoo-the-dagger-blog · 8 years ago

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College basketball Power Rankings, Jan. 5: Villanova still No. 1 despite loss

Jalen Brunson’s development keeps Villanova atop our rankings … for now. (Getty Images)

Welcome to the first, and certainly not the last, edition of The Dagger’s weekly college basketball power rankings. With conference play now in full swing, we’ll be assessing the top of the sport’s food chain every Thursday until the NCAA tournament. I’ll ramble for a bit, then order the nation’s top teams 1 through 20, with explanations for each.

Our first opening ramble will serve to set the parameters for these rankings, and attempt to explain the thinking behind them. Power rankings aren’t based on merit — that’s the first thing to understand. Well, they are, but not win/loss merit. And not even win/loss adjusted for strength of competition merit.

They’re based on today and tomorrow. If you tell me today that I have to pick a team to go out on a basketball floor somewhere across America and win a game, which team would I choose? Based on all the evidence available, which team — players, coaches, schemes, everything — would I feel most confident in?

The point of the exercise isn’t just to champion a few squads and throw dirt on others. It’s to express an opinion by answering the questions above, and provide evidence and an argument — or just a fun tidbit — to support that opinion. But is there any one quantifiable metric that can explain power rankings? No. And are they subjective?

They’re subjective as hell, and that’s why they’re fun.

So we’ll do ‘em every Thursday. Twenty teams, in order. Five more to keep an eye (or two) on. And some charitable love for a few mid-majors. You can and should tweet at me (@HenryBushnell) to tell me that I’m wrong. Just make sure to tell me why.

1. Villanova | 14-1 | KenPom: 3 | AP: 1

But they just lost last night! Yes, they did. And yes, they’re still the best team in the country. Winning at Hinkle isn’t easy. Winning 20 games in a row isn’t either. And the latter is a much more pertinent indicator than the former. In fact, even in defeat, the freshman-to-sophomore leap of Jalen Brunson has been the most recent of many encouraging signs. Brunson looked masterful as the pick-and-roll ball handler against both Creighton and Butler. He, Josh Hart and Kris Jenkins just need a bit more scoring from their supporting cast.

2. Kentucky | 12-2 | KenPom: 1 | AP: 6

You know that man or woman to whom you’re really attracted, but who possesses one personality trait that you just can’t get over? That’s Kentucky, and the fatal flaw is — or could be — De’Aaron Fox’s jumpshot. Teams are going to game-plan around conceding it, and Fox has to start hitting from 21-plus feet at a clip greater than 13.8 percent, and from midrange at a clip greater than 28.3 percent (per Hoop-Math). That’s not to say Kentucky isn’t capable of winning a national championship if Fox doesn’t improve. But that one additional asset would make the Wildcats elite.

3. Duke | 13-2 | KenPom: 4 | AP: 8

Real Duke analysis to come next week. For now, let’s talk about Grayson Allen, who returned to the Blue Devils’ starting lineup Wednesday after serving a one-game suspension. Or rather, let’s talk about why we shouldn’t be talking so much about Allen. Never has a player sparked so much irrational outrage. Of course he was wrong. He kicked somebody. He should have been suspended. He was. And you can dislike him. You can question the length of the suspension. That’s fine! But to vilify an athlete to the extent that Allen has been vilified, while other college athletes who have punched or allegedly raped women return to the field or court with far less of an uproar, is absolutely absurd.

4. Baylor | 14-0 | KenPom: 6 | AP: 2

Baylor is one win away from the program’s first-ever No. 1 ranking, and rightfully so. It’s one of only two unbeatens left in men’s college basketball, and has been a wonderful surprise through two months. The leading reason? Jo Lual-Acuil, a 7-foot South Sudanese center who transferred to Baylor from community college, sat out last year due to a heart issue, and now is a rim-protecting menace at the back of the Bears’ defense. Offense was never the issue for Scott Drew’s team. Defense held it back last year, but Lual-Acuil’s presence — he blocks 15 percent of opponents’ two-point shots when he’s on the floor — has led to stark improvement on that end of the floor, all the way into the top 10 in adjusted efficiency. That’s why Baylor could soon top the AP poll.

5. UCLA | 14-1 | KenPom: 12 | AP: 4

It’s really, really difficult to separate UCLA’s entertainment value from its effectiveness when putting together rankings like these. Watching the Bruins for 10 minutes is an exhilarating experience. But then you look at their résumé, and other than the Kentucky win …

That ellipsis was meant to give you the time to go check out UCLA’s schedule, and to realize that — *whispers* — there’s really not much else to underline. Michigan and Ohio State are both very mediocre. Texas A&M is a step below that. The results really aren’t that impressive. Lonzo Ball’s dunks are. So are TJ Leaf’s skill set and the offensive transformations of Bryce Alford and Isaac Hamilton. But after a loss to Oregon and ‘meh’ performances against Western Michigan and Oregon State, it’s time the Bruins showed us a bit more.

6. Kansas | 13-1 | KenPom: 7 | AP: 3

The Jayhawks haven’t lost since opening night. They have a senior point guard who should be on the fringes of the Player of the Year conversation, and a potential top five pick in the 2017 NBA draft who’s a fiend of an athlete. So why aren’t they higher in these rankings? Defense. It’s been slightly troubling over the past seven days, and it’s no coincidence that the struggles kicked in soon after the Jayhawks’ best shot blocker, freshman center Udoka Azubuike, was lost for the season with a wrist injury. Kansas State shot 60 percent from inside the arc in Tuesday’s near-upset. Bill Self has some work to do.

7. Louisville | 12-3 | KenPom: 11 | AP: 9

Louisville is in last place in the ACC, and therefore is recklessly overrated here. Or it definitively proved it’s a national title contender with wins over Kentucky, Indiana and Purdue. Or, maybe, drawing conclusions from select portions of data is foolish, and when we consider the entire picture, the Cardinals are almost assuredly a very good team, but one that can sometimes succumb to other very good teams (and will almost always succumb to Tony Bennett and Virginia).

8. North Carolina | 13-3 | KenPom: 8 | AP: 14

The Tar Heels haven’t been good lately. Let’s get that out of the way right off the bat. They lost to what should have been an overmatched Georgia Tech team, and were fortunate to not fall at Clemson too. But are they good? Remember, that’s the question we’re trying to answer here. And with Joel Berry back at his best for most of his 41 minutes in the overtime triumph over the Tigers, Carolina should re-find the form that prompted some favorable comparison’s to last year’s Final Four team back in late November.

9. West Virginia | 12-2 | KenPom: 2 | AP: 7

West Virginia has been magnificent. Save for two games, the Mountaineers have perhaps been the best team in the country. The challenge now for Bob Huggins: Repeat the success in January, February and March. Since Press Virginia became a fixture in Morgantown in 2014, the Mountaineers are 34-4 in non-conference play, but just 27-15 in the Big 12 (including the conference tournament). Part of that is due to the level of competition; but could a portion of it be due to familiarity as well? Coaches and teams who prepare for Huggins’ defense at least twice a year are undoubtedly better equipped to deal with the pressure than those who are confronting the chaos for the first time. We’ll see if Huggins and his squad can stay a step ahead.

10. Gonzaga | 14-0 | KenPom: 9 | AP: 5

Mark Few might have his best team ever in Spokane. He might even have one that’s capable of going undefeated. KenPom gives the Zags an 11 percent shot at 30-0. But most questions regarding Gonzaga’s postseason capabilities are going to be maddeningly difficult to answer as the Bulldogs tear through the West Coast Conference over the next two months. They have three nice neutral site non-conference wins, but not one that stands out and screams ‘Final Four contender.’

11. Virginia | 11-3 | KenPom: 5 | AP: 11

The Cavaliers present a fascinating contrast between the numbers and the eye test. They’ve been in KenPom’s top five nearly all season, and their statistical profile looks right in line with two of Tony Bennett’s last three great Virginia teams. But a conversation with a Cavs fan that doesn’t involve grumblings about the lackluster offense is hard to come by. Wednesday’s overtime loss at Pitt was a fluke, but there are legitimate concerns. Here’s one: Virginia gets just 12.8 percent of its points at the free throw line, the lowest percentage in Division I.

12. Creighton | 14-1 | KenPom: 22 | AP: 10

Justin Patton is my second-favorite big man in college basketball, and it’s only a matter of time before the bouncy 7-foot freshman starts climbing NBA draft boards. He’s given Creighton some inside-outside balance to complement Maurice Watson and Marcus Foster on the perimeter. But the Bluejays’ defensive flaws will hold them back.

13. Wisconsin | 13-2 | KenPom: 10 | AP: 13

My favorite big man, you ask? How convenient; it’s Ethan Happ. I’ll confess: I’m obsessed. Name a thing that a player can do on a basketball court, and chances are Happ does it really well. (Just don’t say shooting from 15 feet and beyond.) He’s a point forward in a center’s body whose footwork around the rim is as dexterous as there is in college hoops. The Badgers appear to be the Big Ten favorite, but that’s more a testament to the shortcomings of others than anything else.

14. Oregon | 14-2 | KenPom: 20 | AP: 15

Out of their early-season, partially injury-induced funk, the Ducks are flying. (Related, but not really: Did you know that there are actually three species of ducks in South America that can’t fly?) Anyway, Oregon hasn’t lost since Nov. 21, and, as Jeff Eisenberg wrote, reasserted itself as a Pac-12 contender with wins over previously unbeaten UCLA and USC last week.

15. Butler | 13-2 | KenPom: 16 | AP: 18

Find me a better foursome of quality wins than Villanova, Arizona, Indiana and Cincinnati. I’ll wait …

Butler isn’t a national power, but nothing about any of those four wins is flukey or, frankly, all that surprising. The Bulldogs are for real.

16. Florida State | 14-1 | KenPom: 21 | AP: 12

Dwayne Bacon is a boss. Florida State is one confounding neutral court loss to Temple away from being talked about in the same breath as Baylor.

17. Arizona | 13-2 | KenPom: 14 | AP: 17

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the job that Sean Miller has done this year at Arizona. He lost one former five-star recruit to a preseason ACL tear, another to Australia, and has been without yet another all season due to eligibility concerns. His starting point guard also missed six games in December. But, as always, Miller has Arizona in position to win 25 games and at least compete for a Pac-12 title. Ho, hum.

18. Purdue | 12-3 | KenPom: 15 | AP: 20

Note to all Power Rankings hopefuls: Don’t lose to Minnesota at home. And yes, I know, the Gophers are actually competent this year. But don’t do it. The space-consuming, multi-talented force that is Caleb Swanigan is the only thing keeping the Boilermakers in our top 20 for now.

19. Notre Dame | 13-2 | KenPom: 27 | AP: 23

I wrote an article-turned-love letter to the Fighting Irish last night. It features the most improved player in college basketball, a stud point guard who last year had more DNPs (seven) than points (three) in ACC play.

20. Florida | 11-3 | KenPom: 13 | AP: 24

The Gators are going to be an interesting case over the next two months. Right now, most of their perceived strength is based on the revered ‘good loss’ — 77-72 to Gonzaga, 84-74 to Duke, 83-78 to Florida State. And in a weak SEC, 13 or 14 wins are on the table. We’ll probably (and probably unfairly) judge Florida based on its home and home with Kentucky, but we won’t really know what we have in front of us until the Gators sink or soar in March.

Keep an eye (or two) on: Clemson, St. Mary’s, Texas Tech, Indiana, Xavier

Best of the mids (Atlantic-10 excluded): Wichita State, UNC-Wilmington, Chattanooga, UT-Arlington, Middle Tennessee State

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