#if we get 0 points again or anything close to that I will...throw things

[hyckstarz]

breaking the rival code | l.mk

pairing. rival!mark lee x afab reader

word count. 6.1k

genre. smut · enemies to lovers trope · humour

synopsis. Mark had a way of getting on your nerves, to the point you'd even considered shutting him up for good. However, your best friend eventually planted a seed in your head that fucking your rival, and breaking the unspoken code, would be enough to finally end the long-standing feud.

warnings. 18+ minors do not interact, fingering, use of pet name (baby), choking, oral (fem receiving), haechan as best friend and instigator

A/N. i had this buried in my drafts for months but it had me screaming into my own pillow whenever i read it so, it couldn't stay unpublished for long.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Mark Lee," she's fuming, as per usual. Eyebrows tightly knit and throwing daggers with her hard glare while Mark just laughs, "It's due next week, and you haven't even written up a plan?!"

Mark rolls his eyes, his glasses almost slipping down his nose, doodling absentmindedly in his notebook, "Relax, that's 168 hours of time to work on it, it's nothing."

She sinks back into her chair, crossing her arms in that arrogant way — as Mark would describe it, "Actually, it's less than 84 hours if you factor in sleep, other classes you have to go to, and fucking surviving. Mark, do you take anything seriously?"

Mark rubs his face in frustration, facing her, "It's the first year; none of this counts towards our grade," he goes back to doodling small Spider-Man caricatures but, as always, he can't resist having the last word, "And you're too serious, princess. Live a little."

Small things like that always set her off. She was aware of how she came across but, when it involved Mark, she only ever saw red. She somehow manages to calm herself down, realising they're in the campus library and already earning a few curious, judgemental stares.

"Mark...," she manages to whisper somewhat loudly, leaning in close enough for him to feel her minty breath against his skin, "Can we please get most of this done today? I'd very much like to be free of your presence."

Mark chuckled under his breath, his dark eyes slowly drifting over her subtle features, raising a brow in amusement — the weight of his gaze caused the hairs on the back of her neck to prickle. Finally, he gave in and pulled out his laptop. He began clicking through their assignment brief and taking notes down, surprising even her, who started doing the same. As English literature students, it was a given that they had to read a stack of novels and articles, even for an assignment worth 0% towards their final grade.

Yet even small victories in their relationship were rare. It was a miracle that they were somehow able to work through the tasks efficiently, though that moment was short-lived before they were at each other’s throats, with Y/N starting it again.

"Mark, we're meant to critically analyse, not describe. Do you have any working brain cells in that thick head of yours?" Her fingers twitched, as if to hold herself back from clenching her fists and knocking some ounce of sense into him.

He rolls his eyes in response, jaw hardening as he scowled at her, clearly not in the mood for their usual back and forth, "We need to have a synopsis of the texts, I don't know how else you expect me to include all of the relevant info without having a short paragraph in there."

She simply looks at him in disbelief, shaking her head as if he'd just said the most absurd thing ever, "Mark... do you really think we can afford a whole paragraph just on a summary?"

He just chuckles in response, clearly uncaring. She leaned forward, her fingers digging into the desk and turning white as she struggled to maintain her composure. Mark’s casual smile only fuelled her irritation, but she lets out a heavy sigh, judgy eyes flicking across his face.

"You're like those pretty dumb blondes; the only thing you've got going for you are your looks, sorry to say," she sneers, going back to taking notes, but she internally curses at herself for admitting she found him at least objectively attractive.

Mark pauses, head snapping to her, his eyes flicking over her features, trying to decipher what she'd just said, or if he'd even heard her correctly under the hushed whispers of the library. He spins the pencil in his hand, eyes narrowing at her as a smug expression tugs on the corners of his lips, "You think I'm good looking? I'm flattered."

Y/N gives him an exasperated glance, snorting at his sudden change in demeanour and sitting up to look at him straight on, "I know you took me for a fool, but a blind one too? Damn," she said with a sarcastic lilt.

When Mark doesn't respond, just a cocky smirk widening — his gaze intense — she feels her heart rapidly beat against her chest and, as a way to hide the effect he has on her, she rolls her eyes for the nth time that hour, clearing her throat and focusing back on her task, "If you weren't so annoying, or if you learnt how to shut your mouth and do things correctly, you'd have a lot more going for you," she sends him a glare, "But you don't, so your looks only take you so far, and that's below average in my books."

He mocks in response, "Wow, you read? How surprising."

This time, she couldn't hold herself back. Mark did have a way with getting under her skin, so well in fact, that it led to them being asked to leave the library, only furthering their frustration and anger towards one another.

It wasn't always like this, either. When Mark had first met her, he was a shy, slightly awkward teenage boy and, the first impression she had of him, was cute. He was incredibly sweet and outgoing; it was easy for him to make friends and that meant they easily got close too. The only problem was, they were so alike in all the wrong ways. He was just too competitive and stubborn, always aiming for the top, and so was she. It was only natural that friends turned to rivals, competing with one another over everything. With that being an understatement.

From whom could get to the cafeteria the fastest, to who could submit their assignment the earliest and get the highest grade? It was competition, after competition. Most would get exhausted after the first two or three, but for them, it was thrilling, though they'd never admit that to one another.

"I can't believe your loudmouth got us kicked out of the library," his jaw hardened as he met her intense gaze, "Can't you sit still and take comments with some sort of, I don't know, strength? Because clearly, you're so sensitive over such simple, meaningless words," He slings his bag over his shoulder, already walking off.

Only further proving his point, she chases after him, tugging at his arm so that he wouldn't get away.

"You're the one who can't let things go either, always needing to have the last word, what are you, a child?" she crosses her arms and nods her head with a questioning brow, as if to say, 'go on'.

Mark just scoffs, about to walk off before turning around, his hands moving in frustration as he glares down at her, "You- you're such a pain in the ass, you know that? You really know how to drive me crazy."

He's panting, frustration evident. But it was the way he was looking at her that threw her completely off balance. His narrowed eyes flicked to her lips, brows furrowed as though he were etching her features into his long-term memory. She felt her heart drumming in her chest.

Before she could respond, a familiar yet equally as annoying mutual friend of theirs appears, snickering at the pair and their usual quarrelling, "Jeez, can't you two just fuck already?"

"Shut the fuck up, Haechan" they both say in unison, tearing their gaze away from one another with a scowl.

Haechan only snorts, glancing between the pair with an amused brow, "Clearly there's some sexual tension that I'm interrupting here, it would explain why you look at each other like that," He leans in-between them, as if to reveal the biggest secret in history, "I bet you two dream about each other too — in, you know, that kinda way."

Mark just stands there, mouth agape and in disbelief at the absurdity Haechan was spewing, looking between the two. Y/N just scoffed, grabbing the man by his bag and pulling him away without so much of a word. Haechan waved a chaste goodbye to Mark as he was being dragged off to God knows where.

Someone was going to die today, and it was definitely Haechan.

It was quiet. Way too quiet. The coffee shop was empty, hence for the low whispers of the baristas in the far corner, and a cheeky Haechan sitting before her, happily drinking his iced tea after telling his two closest friends that they should fuck each other. She groans, letting her head fall into the palm of her hands.

Usually, this coffee shop was a place where she could find peace and solitude. It was bright, with large windows that let light in all throughout the day, creating a florescent streak of amber and pink through the thin stickers attached to the panels. The colour schemes could easily brighten one's day as whites and pinks peppered along the walls.

The foliage brought life to what would otherwise seem like a cold, simple design, and the bakery added a subtle hint of beige, creating a natural environment. But the best thing about any coffee shop, was the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, and the sounds of the machine working, or even the quiet conversations. Though, sounds were non-existent today, except for her constant groaning, which started to bother her best friend.

"If you make one more frustrated sound, I'm leaving," he takes another sip of his cool drink, "Is it because of what I said earlier? Just know, I wasn't lying, that would definitely help you two."

She pulls her hands away, pursing her lips as she started twirling her straw, watching the milk mix with the coffee and caramel, "No, it's because I'm... I don't know, frustrated?"

Haechan glared incredulously, "Clearly."

"Not like that, I meant... I miss how Mark and I used to be, how we would laugh at silly jokes, or talk for hours without it having to turn into a competition, but now everything he says or does has a way of getting under my skin," She takes a sip of her drink, eyes twinkling at the taste, "He could just be sitting there, doing absolutely nothing, and I'd I just want to-"

"Want to what?" Haechan asks, ears perking up, waiting for a gotcha moment.

"Well, what I usually do." She shrugs, going back to her drink.

Haechan takes everything she says in, nodding his head slowly, "Anyway, it's sort of funny as Mark said the same kinda thing to me the other day...," Haechan takes a sip of his drink, whining when he finds it empty, "He said he missed the old you, or when you guys used to be friends."

She pauses, meeting her waiting friend’s gaze. Her brows furrow. Mark... missed how they used to be? But she doesn't say anything to Haechan, keeping her thoughts to herself.

The usual smug expression returns as he leans back in his chair, leg bouncing under the table out of habit as he crossed his arms behind his head, "Anyway, as I said, you need to get your frustrations out in other ways. You clearly have a thing for each other. The way you express it is a little... unconventional, but you're both immature, so I'm not surprised."

She simply looks at her friend in disbelief, lips parted as she gapes at him, to which Haechan only grins annoyingly at her. He also had a way with words, just like Mark, except he seemed to understand boundaries a lot better, and was chill enough to not want to fight back.

"What? Please tell me you two at least have moments of either flirting with each other or checking the other person out-"

"No." She scowls, shivering at the thought. Though, she couldn't help but remember the way he'd looked at her earlier, brushing off the thought, "It's hard enough to even look at him without wanting to strangle him."

"Okay, so you're into choking, got it." Haechan chuckles, nodding as if to make a mental note of it.

"No, I'm not into that! Whatever, look, I don't have a thing for him, so just drop it." She looks at him with a serious, intense gaze, as if to emphasise the fact she really didn't want to talk about this anymore.

Her friend only nods, putting his hands up in mock surrender, "Okay, just know Mark would definitely jump you if he had the chance — I mean, which guy would put up with your shit? No offence."

She rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink in hopes it would be refreshing enough to block out her growing irritation, "Anyway, the sooner I get this assignment done, the sooner I can move on from this Mark topic."

She quickly pulls out her phone before Haechan could drop in another one of his grand ideas, finding Mark's contact and immediately sending him a text. She almost spat out her drink at how fast he had responded.

You: Let's just get this assignment done with. I don't feel like getting kicked out of yet another establishment, so just come over to mine tomorrow or something.

You: *sends her address*

Mark: Fun.

Mark: I'll be there around 4 if that works

You: 👍

She bit her nails anxiously, eyes glancing between the door and the clock on the wall - each tick of the hands signalled it was only getting closer to 4, which was when Mark said he would arrive.

That wasn't why she was anxiously boring holes into the clock, however. She could curse the heavens, the earth and the 12 Olympians, but instead, she chose to curse the lust demon himself, aka Haechan. She buried her head in her hands, tugging at the roots of her hair in frustration. She can't believe she dreamt of Mark last night for the first time and, it wasn't just any dream — which was the worst part. Why did her mind have to be so vivid and make Mark so incredibly sexy? She had no idea.

When a knock came from the door, she stood up a little too quickly, rushing to it and praying that Mark looked far from presentable than he had been in her dream. But he wasn't, of course. She'd never seen him in jeans before and the green hoodie was the cherry on top. She swallowed hard, peering up at him as he adjusted his glasses.

"Are you going to let me in?" He raised a brow, his dark eyes glancing over her features in suspicion, taking a quick, subtle glimpse at her plaid sweatpants and pink t-shirt that didn't do much to hide the outline of her bra. He swallowed hard, tonguing the inside of his cheek in annoyance yet, the only thing that swirled in his mind were thoughts of how fucking attractive she was without even trying.

His annoyed expression grounded her temporarily, falling back into her usual demeanour as she rolled her eyes and held the door open wider for him, "If I catch you slacking once, I'll kick your ass out of here."

Mark gives her a side eye, frowning before kicking his shoes off, "Are you trying to motivate me not to do the work?"

She laughs sarcastically, leading him to her room as she props herself on her bed, noticing Mark looking over her interior.

"I expected your place to be put together, but not drenched in pink," his gaze trailed over her shelf, taking note of the various photo frames and mini ornaments.

She chuckles under her breath, pulling out her laptop and notes, "What, too girly for me?"

He turns his gaze to her, a quiet silence envelops them for a moment, and she takes that time to admire him. She knew he was attractive — objectively — but never had she looked at him in that way. The kind of way that made her heart and mind race.

Mark finally straightens up with a shrug, sitting down on the edge of the bed and getting his things out as well.

It felt strange having Mark in her home. If it weren't for getting kicked out of the library, her apartment would have been the last place he would be at. Though, now seeing him sat almost politely at a respectable distance from her, typing away on his keyboard quietly, made it start to feel right somehow.

She opened their shared document, reading the notes he was typing up. Even though he tended to be a lazy ass — or a procrastinator, as he would call it — there was no doubt he had a way with words. When he really put his mind to something, he would always deliver quality work. At times, she'd look back on why they had turned rivals, or enemies, and then she'd see what a complete genius he was. Maybe it was always her. Maybe she was just jealous that, no matter how hard she worked, Mark would always be ten steps ahead.

"I wrote up all the notes," Mark's voice cut through her thoughts, "How far did you get?"

She turned back to her laptop, pursing her lips at the blank screen. When she took her time responding, Mark scrolled down the document to where her cursor was and sent her a deadpanned expression, "What did you say about slacking off...?"

She doesn't know whether to laugh or smack him, so she picks the secret third option and scowls, "I did more work than you yesterday."

"That's old news," he sighed, looking through their to-do list, "I thought you wanted to get this assignment done and dusted because... what was the reason again? Oh yeah, you wanted nothing to do with me."

She scoffs, sitting up as she points an accusatory finger at him, "Don't act like you don't feel the same way."

Mark clears out the already completed tasks on the list, colour coding the other bullet points to distribute the work evenly between them, "Oh I do, and I wonder why." He doesn't even spare her a glance.

"Go on."

"Maybe it's because you continuously bitch over every little thing, it's no wonder Haechan is the only friend you have and, it's probably because he's waiting for some kind of green light," Mark's bitter words reeked of jealousy as he spoke through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me?" She shrieks before she leans over the bed and grasps at his hoodie, his hand immediately grabbing her wrist, "That's too far, Mark, even for you."

He raised an unamused brow at her, fingers tightening on her wrists, yet she doesn't waver, "Maybe, but I'm sick of it. All you ever do is complain and treat me like some sort of idiot and, when I give you the same energy, I'm the problem."

His voice is tight, jaw hard as he doesn't break the eye-contact. She pulls him in closer, anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach, "What a joke, you're just as much of a problem as I am and, you know what? Maybe Haechan was right, maybe we need to fuck for us to finally pull our shit together."

The moment those words leave her lips, she regrets them. From up close, he was even more attractive that those words naturally came out. Mark's eyes widened comically and she could almost see the cogs turning in his mind.

His brows furrowed, "Wait, you’re serious? You’re actually suggesting that?" his voice carried a disbelieving tone despite his cheeks growing redder by the minute.

If it weren't for the dream she had last night, or that stupid green hoodie he was wearing right now, she would have laughed it off as a joke or even knocked him out in hopes he'd forget what nonsense she'd just spewed. However, all she could think about in that moment were his hands gripping at her plush thighs, spreading them apart as he lodged himself between her legs, his soft lips parting against hers desperately. She swallowed hard.

"Yes, I am suggesting that," she doubles down, the words more confident now. She knew she wanted him, even if he drove her bat-shit crazy. Even if he'd think she's bat-shit crazy.

It was almost laughable how wide Mark's eyes had gotten, his lips parted in shock, "you're fucking serious, Y/N?" This was too cruel of a joke from someone like Y/N. He knew she would rather curse him out than make absurd suggestions such as sleeping with each other. And the more he thought about it, on top of the intense gaze she carried, the more he believed she was being serious.

She leaned in, her warm breath fanning against his skin. She could smell his musky cologne — it was a scent she felt she could easily get addicted to, "I am serious, Mark," her big, doe eyes peered up at him through her lashes, "Hell, I even dreamt of you last night thanks to that blabby-mouthed Haechan."

Mark suddenly grows flustered, averting his gaze. She dreamt of him? His words practically came out like a croak from the nerves, "H-hey, that's a little..."

She raised a brow, waiting for him to continue his sentence yet he'd only grown quiet, his jaw clenched as he processed the situation. He felt his throat go dry and, the way she was staring at him made him feel breathless - a little too out in the open under her gaze. It was taking everything in him to hold back, but their shared history and his growing annoyance towards her kept him stuck in place.

"What? Mark, don't be a pussy," she scoffed. Despite her harsh words, they had rolled off of her tongue like honey, "Do you want this or not?"

Mark's head whips to her, his brows furrowed, "I am not...," the words faltered on his tongue as his hands came to rest behind her on the bed, his nose brushing against hers. He was way bigger than her, his arms caging her in, looming over her, "I'm not as much of a loser as you think I am, Y/N," the words were bitter; however, he felt like he was falling too deep.

Being this close to her, with her wide, surprised eyes staring back at him, her flowery perfume more prominent at the proximity, and her warm breath... He couldn't find it in him to deny it anymore, "Fuck, I do want this," he muttered, the whispered confession slipping past his lips before he himself could process the words.

At that, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing his nose fully against hers, "I want this too." Her soft words drew him in like a moth to a flame and it felt like the string that held onto his sanity had snapped.

Mark pressed his lips to her glossy, pink ones that tasted like cherry, breathing in her flowery scent, to which she parted her lips against his in response. His hands gripped at the soft flesh of her waist, pulling her in impossibly close. He tasted minty, mixing with his musky cologne and it was like she couldn't think straight anymore, losing her grip on reality and, instead, losing herself in him. In Mark. Her supposed enemy and rival.

It didn't take long for her to pull him on top of her, her back falling against the mattress whilst her leg rode up his side, hooking over his hips. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck, nipping at her skin and down the valley of her clothed breasts. She was going insane, and it was his fault, "Mark, take off my damn shirt already," she groaned in frustration, sitting up.

He didn't waste any time. Stripping off her shirt, he subtly admired her plush breasts which sat pretty in her lilac laced bra, barely leaving anything up to his imagination. As much as she got on his nerves, he couldn't deny the effect she had on him by being effortlessly gorgeous even as her brows were tightly knit. He pushed her back down onto the bed, planting his hands on either side of her head, "Are you always this demanding?"

"Only with you," she mutters, tugging at his hoodie impatiently, to which he chuckles, taking it off. She couldn’t help but gawk at him, sending him a glare for being more attractive than her dreams could ever do justice.

He kisses her again, his hand trailing down the side of her breasts, not giving her time to run her mouth. Then, his hand pulls the bra down, letting her breasts slip out as he cupped and kneaded the soft mounds, groaning into her mouth at how they fit perfectly in his hand. He rolled the nub between his fingers, grazing his thumb over them.

Mark kisses down her body, taking a nipple into his mouth — biting and tugging at it as his hand continued to twist the other between his thumb and index. He relished in the soft sounds that escaped her lips and the way she tugged at the locks of his hair.

He continued to move down her body, his finger hooking under the waistband of her sweatpants as he met her gaze, "I know you beat my ass over this, but you sure this is what you want?"

She deadpanned at him, "You just made out with my breasts, Mark. If I didn't want this, I would have stopped you there."

Mark just rolls his eyes in response, slipping her sweatpants down, "Could have just said yes."

She's about to retort when she feels his hand cup her, finger tracing the clothed slit of her pussy and she has to bite her lip to stop her from making a sound. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction so soon. Didn't want him to know just how badly she wanted him — more than she'd like to admit.

However, Mark was as stubborn and competitive as she was, and he wouldn't hold back until she gave in. He pushes her underwear to the side, leaning in so that his warm breath fanned against her sensitive folds, causing her to whimper.

'Fuck,' she thought.

Mark, without warning, slowly licks a stripe up her slit, his flat tongue drawing out a shudder from her — back naturally arching. Each time, he'd go in for more, slowly bringing up the pace. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him hostage until he groaned and grabbed onto her plush thighs, pinning them to the bed; fingers leaving marks along her soft skin. Her own fingers grabbed at anything they could, from the sheets beneath her, to the healthy lock of hair on his head, letting them knot around her digits and tug with every wave of pleasure he had given her.

She could feel his cocky smirk as he sucked on her clit, enjoying every moment of her falling apart on his mouth. Falling apart for him. When he pulls away from her, she let's out a frustrated whine to which Mark only laughs at, "Open your mouth."

She sends him a skeptical look, "Fuck no."

Mark's patience wears thin, "Don't be a stubborn brat now."

Surprisingly, she obliged and he pushes his fingers past her plush, kiss-swollen lips. Her mouth suckles on the digits, tongue swirling around them, and he retracts his fingers with a pop.

"Fuck, your mouth really does have uses other than spewing insults and demands," he teases, voice low, tracing her entrance which had her letting out shallow breaths.

"At least it has more use than your fingers-" her words cut short when he pushes his finger in, palm pressed to her clit as he looks up at her with a 'you sure about that?' look.

It doesn't take long for Mark to add a second finger, curling them in search for the spot that would make her see stars. And then, he finds it, and she let's out a sharp gasp which only grows louder when his lips wrap around her clit, continuing his earlier ministrations of lapping at her folds like a man starved.

Just as her dreams failed in visualising just how attractive her nemesis was, it had also failed in expressing how utterly, impossibly, and irritatingly good he was with his hands, lips, tongue-

"Mark, fuck-!" She starts to tense under him, eyes pierced shut as she chases that feeling of ecstasy.

"I believe I'm getting there...," Mark chuckles, the vibration of his voice fluttering against her.

And, just as she starts to see the twinkling behind her eyelids, the light at the end of the dark tunnel, and a glimpse of the heavens, Mark pulls away, leaving her empty, wanting, and embarrassingly needy.

Forget Haechan, Mark was the number one man on her hit list.

In a second, he's over her again, cupping the back of her neck and lifting her slightly up to kiss her. She can taste herself on his tongue, feel the way his lips apply just the right amount of pressure to say he's here, and it's so soft, so gentle, so wanting — it was the perfect contrast, the perfect contradiction to the image she'd created in her mind of him. His thumb brushes against her jaw, fingers tangling in her hair, before he pulls away, forehead resting on hers as he breaths against her.

His eyes flicker open to gaze down at her; warm and oh so inviting. It felt like the Mark she once knew. The genuine, loving and calming person. Though his next words threw her completely off balance, and she was quick to retract her claims.

"I'm going to fuck that sexy, infuriating attitude out of you, baby," he lets the pet name draw out. In every other context, with any other person, she would have cringed at that word, but it felt so undeniably attractive coming out of his lips, that she wanted to hear him say it more than once.

Mark got up off of the bed, pulling out his wallet to fish for a condom that had been in there for God knows how long, chucking it on the bed next to her and kicking off his jeans and boxers in record speed. She barely had a millisecond to admire the sheer length of him before he was on her again.

His deep brown eyes kept their hold on hers and she could see a subtle hint of affection; the space between his brows crinkling in focus as he slowly pushed into her. His calloused fingers pressed along her waist, leaving white marks along her curves, while she could feel every ridge, vein and pulse of his cock.

When he bottomed out, she immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in impossibly close. Needing him closer to her. She could feel the rough planes of his body pressed to her soft ones as he started to rock against her. He gripped her thigh, pushing it further up so he could angle himself better, remembering the spot that had her seeing stars earlier.

Each time he'd hit that spot, she'd clench naturally, rocking her hips to meet his that had him softly groaning by her ear. He smelt so good, felt so good, was so good. She felt her mind start to fog up, jaw slack from the loud, erotic sounds that forced its way out from her throat. It was too much in the best possible way.

That wasn't as far as Mark would go though, he wouldn't stop at just good. He wanted best. His hand snakes up her body, gently wrapping around her neck — thumb pressed to her jaw — as he applied enough pressure to her pulse point. She knew then that maybe she did actually enjoy being choked or, at least, enjoyed anything Mark did.

She throws her legs around his waist, pulling him down, desperate to feel more of him, to reach her release she craved, pride long forgotten, "Mark... Mark, fuck- please..."

Mark pressed a sweet, uncharacteristic kiss to her cheek, "Please what, baby?" he brushed the strands away from her forehead, never halting his movements.

"Need more of you...," She could barely get the words out, but Mark knew exactly what she meant. Without time for her to process, he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her face against the pillows, fingers tangled in her silky hair as he snapped his hips into her with more strength.

She could have sworn she started hallucinating seeing stars in the room from how deep he was reaching in this new angle, hitting her spot with added ease. Her glossy lips stayed parted against the pillows, drool staining the cotton case as she let out soft grunts.

Mark's head rolled back at the filthy sounds of her and how fucked out she looked. It made him want to carve this scene into the deepest part of his memory, "You're doing so good for me... So pretty like this."

His soft voice did not match the roughness of his fucking, but it made her clench around him, "C-close..."

Mark hummed, grabbing locks of her hair and tugging it back so that she arches against him, "Be a good girl and come all over my cock, then."

She nods eagerly, reaching behind him to grab at his hips, urging him to go faster, harder. She chased that release as if seeking closure from her pent up frustrations at Mark and hers usual bickering and challenges. She sits up to lean against him, knees pressed to the mattress and head rested on his collarbone — his own arms wrapping around her body. Finally, she came, body shuddering in his hold and, at the feel of her convulsing around his length, Mark bit her neck, muffling his sweet sounds as he followed suit.

They stayed like that for a while, panting, hair sticking to their foreheads. She wouldn't be close to exaggerating by saying this was the best sex she'd ever had, but she would also blame that on the sheer tension they carried for years around one another.

When Mark slips out of her, she fully expects him to make some usual smart comment, but he only pulls her with him as he lay in her bed, keeping his arms around her, "Who knew we'd be so compatible?"

She snorts, "I can name at least one person," she thinks of her best friend, the whole reason this night even happened and speeding up the process between them.

Mark smiles, snuggling into her and letting out a soft sigh, feeling sleep catching up to him, "I hope this isn't just a one time thing, though," he says suddenly with a soft voice, "you don't know how long I wanted this for. Wanted you. It drove me insane trying to be... I guess, respectful and casual about it all."

She sat up, turning to look down at him with a playful look of disbelief, "I call bullshit, you weren't respectful about nothing. Not that I'm complaining, it's attractive seeing you annoyed."

Mark rolls his eyes, smirking at her, his cockiness returning, "I knew you found me more than just objectively attractive, you're down bad."

She easily admits it, "Yeah, I am. But you're in way deeper for asking Haechan for advice of all people."

Mark immediately sits up, his face pale from the shock despite his cheeks being flushed, "Dude- Wait, what?"

"We're on dude terms now after you fucked an outline of my body into this mattress?" she scoffs, her crude words making Mark increasingly more flustered than he already was, "The choking kinda gave it away. I just know Haechan threw that in conversation with you."

Mark laughed sheepishly, pulling her into his chest as he pressed a kiss to her temple, "Guilty as charged. Though, I'm proposing we get back at his arrogant ass by not telling him a thing. We'll slowly drop hints to mess with him a little — see how long it takes for him to catch on."

"I'm in," She giggles, feeling sleep overtake her as she nestled into Mark's chest.

Before today, neither of them would have imagined that fucking each others rival would be the secret to finally ending the long-standing feud and breaking the rival code.

© hyckstarz

[killmeleatherface]

It Had To Be You Part 5

Dr Robby x F! Attending (OC)

This is part 5 to my ongoing series

Here’s the last part!

TW: fighting, light smut, pregnancy, kissing, mention of cheating, yelling

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You thought things would be different after that, and they were, but not in the way you had hoped after the way your night ended. You let Robby spend the night, both of you falling asleep on top of your covers fully clothed. Nothing had happened. You barely even cuddled.

By the way Robby sprung up, you’d thought you’d hurt him. In reality, he was late for work. He mumbled something about needing to go, stumbled, kissed you on the forehead and left your place.

—

That was two weeks ago. You’d barely spoken a word to each other since then. Something was different about Robby. Something had changed. He almost seemed irritated with you, but for what? It got especially worse when Heather had come back from her extended leave. Robby was continuing to malfunction and you feared he would hit a breaking point soon. And you really didn’t want it to be at the hospital.

You looked for him across the party. He was sitting next to Jack holding a beer and chatting. It was one of your coworkers housewarming parties and you came with Samara. However, she still didn’t know about you being pregnant. You thankfully still weren’t showing, but with your halfway mark soon coming and going you knew your gigantic belly wouldn’t be able to be hidden for much longer. You just had to figure out how to tell everyone, ‘Hey, so, yeah, I’m pregnant with Robby’s baby, but I called off the wedding, and we’re not really together or are we together? We were together for a few years after secretly wanting to be together for even longer and then he cheated on me and I don’t know what to do from here.’ Yeah, that’s a mouth full.

Suddenly you realized how hot you were, despite only having on a bikini and thin skin cover up. Everyone was hanging by the pool and you and your best friend had their feet dipped into the pool. It wasn’t helping much.

“I’m gonna go inside and get something to drink. Do you want anything?” You had been nursing a sprite with lime in hopes it looked enough like a vodka and soda so no one would question why you weren’t drinking.

“No, I think I’m good. But thanks.” She replies.

Once you got into the kitchen thankfully no one was there. You could cool off and ice your neck before you inevitably were going to throw up because that’s all you did with anything.

As you were drinking a cold water, a familiar voice came up behind you.

“Hey, how are you?” Robby asks.

He comes up behind you and snakes his hands around your waist. Wow, that’s very forward, but you can’t deny the familiar touch feels good.

“I’m doing good, just got hot out there.” You reply. Robby nuzzles your neck, moving your hair out of the way and kissing gently on your neck.

“Michael, what are you doing?” He hits the special spot under your ear that he’s known about for years. “I missed you. Really missed you.” He responds, his hands going to spin you to face him.

You look at him. His eyes are bloodshot, he looks exhausted. He should be in bed asleep, not at a party. Even though that’s true, he still starts kissing up your jaw until he hits your lips.

You’re instantly putty in his hands. After all this time, after all you’d been through, Michael Robinavitch still had a magical touch that could find all your perfect buttons.

“Michael, we shouldn’t do this here.” You say through gasps and kisses.

“You’re right, Eddy wouldn’t mind if we used a bedroom. Come on.” He pulls you as he talks.

“Michael, wait. Wait.” You say as you’ve hit the hallway and he pushing open a door.

He’s pulled you in and closed the door in one swift motion. Before you know it, he has you against the door and is kissing you again.

You can’t help but respond in moans and groans, sounds you forget could come out of your mouth. He’s reaches his fingers under your cover up and pulled to tug it off you, as it slinks to the floor. You reach for his shirt and pull it over his shoulders as he still kisses you, reaching down your bottom, and attempting to untie your bottoms when something hits you.

Your heightened senses finally smell the alcohol on Robby’s breath. He’s drunk.

As he’s untied both sides of your bottoms he turns you around to push you on the bed. He’s reaching for your face as he leans down to kiss you on your lips. That’s when you really see him. He has bloodshot eyes, red rings and purple circles. His breath smells like whiskey. He’s wasted. He’s not tired from work or up thinking the two of you like you are. He’s just had a few too many whiskeys.

You push your elbows up, trying to sit up.

“Michael, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He’s not hearing you.

“Michael, stop. Come on, we can’t.” You say again. “We shouldn’t.”

He suddenly stops and pushes himself off of you. He turns around in frustration and says, “Why? Why can’t we? Aren’t we supposed to be dating? Or whatever I agreed to. Not like we’ve been together for years and we’re gonna get married. But yeah I can’t fuck you either, okay.”

“Michael stop, you’re drunk.” You say, sitting up and starting to search for your thrown clothes.

“I’m just trying to follow the rules you set forth.” He’s slurs, finding his shirt and putting it back on.

“Michael, we’re at a party. Our friends are 30 feet away. Not to mention we haven’t talked in two weeks.” You put your shall and shoes back on. “Get some coffee, sober up, and call me tomorrow.” You reach for the door.

“Yeah, whatever. Sure you’ll call. I’m supposed to trust you to call or even pick up your phone when the last time that happened you disappeared.” He says, annoyed.

You turn around. “Really? I thought we were over this?”

“Over this? Over this? You couldn’t trust me enough to know I wouldn’t cheat on you with Heather and I’m supposed to trust that you come back pregnant with my baby.” He says.

Now you’re seeing red. “What did you just say to me?” You ask, voice raising.

“I, uh, no, that’s not what I meant.” He tries. He instantly stands up full posture and his eyes go wide.

“I know you’re not questioning if this baby that’s been growing inside of my belly for the last twenty weeks has a questionable paternity.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you keep going.

“-because I have only loved one man for the last ten years of my life and I have only wanted to and succeeded with having sex with that one man in those ten years. What do you think, I went back home, called up an old flame, and fucked him? That’s really where we are. I know you’re hurt and drunk but fuck Michael.”

“No it’s not where I wanna be. I’m, I’m, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.” He’s trying to force himself to sober up.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t be doing this right now.” He offers, but you can’t stop. Robby, the person who’s known you best for a decade, who’s the only person you’ve truly ever wanted to live, breathe, and be with, questioning if the baby you both had repeatedly talked about and hoped for, was yours. He really thought you’d cheat on him like he cheated on you. Yes, Heather kissed him, but he didn’t stop her. How dare he think you’d have sex with another man, a random man with no meaning, and then get pregnant by them. A different man hasn’t been a thought in your mind pertaining to your love life in longer than you could remember. Michael knew that. He knew you better.

Or so you thought.

Tears spring to the brim of your eyes, but you don’t want Robby to see you cry, drunk or not, on that man, it’s wasted emotions.

“Andi, I’m sorry. Fuck, I feel like that’s all I say to you lately. I hate that. I’m sorry. I guess I had more to drink than I thought. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He’s walking towards you now, reaching his hands out to console you.

“I’m so stupid. Really. I’m a very dumb man and you’re a very good woman for staying with me all this time.” He rambles.

You don’t want to hear it. The father of your child wasn’t who you ever thought he was, was he?

“Ya know Michael, what do they say? A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? Remember that when you’ve sobered up.”

You turn the handle on the door and leave the room and Robby behind.

Here’s the next part!

AN: I’ve gone back in and updated a few misspelled words and grammar mistakes, and added a few more dialogue point, but nothing major! Just a few more touches here and there. 5/20/25 :)

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

[crowisnotinteresting]

Sorry for dumping this on you. But you are the only other person I know who write fanfiction, and i'm too shy to post this anywhere and It's 3am so it's not done.

"It's a boot camp. Things get tense. It's a close environment, and there's going to be a lot going on. It'll be okay to take a break from a tense situation! And remember, it's not on you to fix things if there's a problem. Let things resolve on their own." Rekkles remembered this throughout the bootcamp. His therapist and him went over the boot camp with his therapist prior to arrival. He outlined what he expected would happen, and the two of them worked together to brain storm the potential unexpected things that might throw him off routine. The therapist could NOT predict this. As hours got longer, VOD reviews stretched into full debates and the banter during meals became sparse. It was a particularly rough day.

He recalled after the tension broke that this all started with him enabling Baus during champ select. To be fair, everyone wanted to see Backshot Jhin. But that wasn't the right call this time. "Baussi, just do what you want. At this point pick something you'll enjoy and be comfortable with. It's last game of the day and we're all a bit tilted." He remembers Baus hovering Jhin and some protests from Crownie and Nemesis, begging for something more serious, but the champion select counted down to 0, and it was backshot Jhin.

Then it was some kills he secured in the game. He was trying to give them to Crownie! Every time he accidentally took a kill Rekkles' "sorry" became smaller and smaller as he slumped into his chair. He'd glance to the side at the bot laner, but Crownie didn't look at him back - despite Crownie being on a grey screen. Rekkles couldn't help but wonder if he was in trouble with his teammate, or if he was reading too much into it.

Once the game completed, the VOD review was... Hectic. Baus went 0/14/2, and his backshot technology did not secure kills. Maybe it was the comp, and the pick was still viable. "Whose idea was it anyways to let Baus play this pick top anyways?" Nemesis grumbled. Rekkles zipped up his hoodie to the top.

"Sorry." He mumbled from behind the fabric. He doesn't look to see if his team mates acknowledged his apology, because almost instantly they move on to how the game resources were managed. "This game, I'm the win condition. I need to snowball and get kills. Rekkles, you and Velja need to cover for me." Crownie and Nemesis get in a heated discussion. Soon Velja is asking Caedrel to pull up the VODs to see if he actually pinged and said he'd cover bot. Rekkles' apologies got smaller and smaller until he wasn't even sure if he was saying anything, or just mouthing 'sorry' against the fabric of his sweater.

At one point Caedrel tries to break things up. Slow things down for the boys and get them to break the tension, but he's not sure if it worked. "Let's call the discussion for today. We can have Odo and Molecule look at the VOD, do a nice powerpoint, and court will be in session tomorrow for the game." Velja, though he stopped talking began to speed-eat a tube of pringles. Nemesis and Crownie were still reviewing the VODs, in silence -- Marking down time stamps of where they felt things went wrong. Baus was typing into the chat to 1v1

on Jhin, which did not help.

Again, there was some awareness, he did want to leave and take a break, but he felt like some kind of insect incased in amber. The more and more he willed himself to stand up and excuse himself for the day. Just say that he needed to recharge, and that he was horribly sorry for all the fuck ups today... Somehow he was less able to do it. His body felt like lead. And maybe... Just maybe, that heaviness was what possessed him to do what he did next.

Rekkles, out of seemlingly no where knelt to the floor. Caedrel is the first to notice, but not soon after the others come to realize the unsual actions of the support. Caedrel approached Rekkles, moving slow and reaching out to make sure he was ok. "Rekky you good?" Caedrel thought for a moment that Rekkles might have fallen from his chair, but his posture is too straight for that. "Don't feel sorrry Rekkles, the game was bad, and it was a Sally Draft." Rekkles felt the blood rush to his ears, face hot.

"I'm sorry." He choked out. "I just want to fix things if I can have the chance. I can be good." Rekkles shook as he continued to kneel. He let Caedrel touch his shoulder, and he wanted to get up, but that incased feeling of interia came back. Instead he leant into the touch. "I can make up for this. I put everyone in a bad mood." Rekkles began to ramble as his teammates began to stand to help him up. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as they to tell him it wasn't his fault for the bad day, though Rekkles could tell the, step by step all the mistakes he personally made to lead them to this exact moment. He could tell them if he could move. He could fix the tension if he would let them. "Please, let me make it up." Rekkles spoke softly. At this point he is no longer kneeling, but he is being half hugged and supported between Crownie and Caedrel. They are all shuffling to an Uber back to the hotel. Nemesis and Baus were grabbing backpacks in a hurry. Velja ordered the uber.

The uber ride was hard to remember. Everyone was silent. Rekkles was sure there was some kind of non-verbal communication in the air, that he wasn't picking up. In the XL uber, he was laying down across three laps. Someone was carding their fingers through his hair. Rekkles remained still. His fingers pulled absently at his sleeves as he thought about how horrifically awkward he made things and spiraled.

They bring him to his hotel room. Rekkles doesn't make it to the bed, and they couldn't force him on there. He instead kneels on the floor of the room. He is incredibly hot and sticky. Caedrel crouches beside Rekkles. "What can we do to support you right now."

Rekkles looked up. He looked and saw the earnest look in Caedrel's eyes. There was some barely hidden concern and sympathy mixed into that gaze. "Lemme make it up to everyone. Please?" Rekkles looked up at the group and they all knew. Maybe the spanking jokes had rotted their brains. Perhaps it was that they all at some point had some varied level of intimate history with each other.

Caedrel let out a sigh. "Yeah, sure Rekky. If that's what you need. But after you HAVE to let us take care of you too yeah?" Rekkles nodded as Caedrel pulled Rekkles into him. The coach could feel the heat off the support. He was wearing a black long sleeved compression top under the sweater. Caedrel conducted, the team followed in tandem. He helped Rekkles out of his top first and then Baus helped for the bottoms. Nemesis grabbed a pillow from Rekkles' bed and handed it to Rekkles to prop himself up grabbed towels from the bathroom.

"Okay Rekky. You gotta tell us what you think you did wrong though. We can't read your mind. And if we are going to dish out some punishment we have to know the crime." Caedrel and Velja are supporting Rekkles' body. Caedrel at his head and Velja knelt beside the support to help the support tuck his knees into his chest. Velja drew light circles with his hands over the small of the man's back as he spoke.

"I... started today bad... I came in and I told Baus to pick Jhin top. And I think I pressured him." Rekkles stammered out. Baus looked like he was going to counter, however Caedrel gave him a look that said to go along with it, if this was what the support needed to unwind from the day. "Baussi, how many spanks do you think he should get for peer pressure." Baus hummed "It's small and I wanted to do it secretly, so I think two." Caedrel stroked Rekkles' head. "Okay two from Baus. What do you think you did to Neme?"

"He said that we were going in and I missed the flash combo." Neme, who admittedly had a bit of a mean streak rose his brow at this, as he actually forgot that this even happened. "That play was 5 hours ago. I think 5."

"That's seven."

"I didn't shadow Velja's timing and I messed up the tempo."

"Three, because I was eating while we were playing and should have also focused."

" Ten."

"I kept stealing from Crownie." This one Rekkles was able to say at a normal tone. This one he was SURE he was in trouble for with his duo, since he got the cold shoulder for it.

Crownie looked at the support, who was all but being coddled by their coach and jungler. He looked soft, when they made eye contact there was a need for this confirmation that things were ok.

"Fine. 3 from me. Then we are even."

"Seventeen."

Rekkles is hugged the pillow. He lets out a breathy "Yeah". His bones feel light as he feels a sense of relief now that there is a plan to rid the awful tension.

"And you're forgetting Rekky. As your coach, I expect if you're too in your head to play, you gotta let me know. i'll sub in. Odo can sub in. We got you. I'm going to give you three for that. Okay?"

"Okay." He is breathy here, as the boys help him to the edge of the bed and bend him over. he continues to be breathless once the boys start the spankings. Baus not putting his all into it, but as they counted down, and saw how much he needed this. How much they ALL needed this, they hit in earnest. By twenty his breathing was wracking. He was sure he had tears running down his cheeks, it was hard to apologize between the gasps for air.

His ass hurt. It felt hot, and stinging, but it made the rest of him feel light. "Thank you for letting me make it up to you guys." Rekkles cuddled up with the pillow Neme handed him earlier. He felt like he could doze off, but he also could not ignore the different tension that built up... Or perhaps was always here.

"Nuh-uh Rekky. No sleep yet. Remember? We let you make up this, now you have to let us take care of you." Caedrel slid into the bed next to him and rolled Rekkles onto his back, fulling displaying the other man to the rest of the team. He was half hard from the spanking, the vulnerabilty... He noticed his teammates. They were all in varied states of tenting. Rekkles being the only naked one, and having his still sore butt graze against the cool sheets felt electricity shoot up his spine. "How do you want us to take care of you?"

This was it. This was the out if he wanted it. But... He felt a longing. This was something that was started a long time ago and was already on the track. He has momentum on this. "Yeah, I want all of you to take care of me." Rekkles' hand travels down to his hard-on. "Make me forget about today and make me feel useful."

Crownie smirked. "Yeah baby, I can do that for you." He refrained from calling himself the sexmaster, only as it was way too cheesy for even this group of rats. "You're really an IRL Support you know that?" Nemesis and Crownie got on the bed with Rekkles and Caedrel. Caedrel felt glad he sprung for king sized hotel rooms for all the boys.

TBC?

[Anon sent me in this fic, and confirmed yesterday while sending in the second part that they were okay with it being shared. I am sorry if this long post fucks up your dash idk how to do a read more on an ask lmao]

[katyspersonal]

Finally deleted all of his music tracks from my devices. Surprised that there were so many.. and frustrated that one of them I helped to edit and three of them exist only thanks to me, too.

When we first split it was because I wasn't able to take all the abuse, belittling and neglect anymore. He was trying his hardest to convince me that I needed him and my life would be ruined if I left him, but when I was unyielding and stood on the ground that even that would be better than taking it any longer, the mask finally cracked and he begged me to not go admitting it was his life that'd be meaningless without me.. I still left him, because I could tell he hated me as a person but convinced himself that no one else would "tolerate and accept" him. If I had a nickel for every time I became too close with this kind of man I'd have two nickels blablabla

I still sorta watched from the shadows through a shared friend. I hate forcing my friends to cut ties with my abusers if they seek help and try to improve.. and he did. Past the point he escaped his own abusive house (we talk 'his own brother tried to kill him and his mom never cared and blamed him' level), he started to learn and improve, and more importantly, found new friends! It is crucial that this sort of people has a network of people that can scold them instead of latching on the first person with 0 self-respect! I could see the improvement, and a lot of that was owed to that shared friend.

But what really held me was his music. Regardless of everything he said and did in the past, there was unmistakable sincerity in his music. I was always thinking, "a bad person could not write this". There was a person with very keen and tender feelings in it, the one ruined and led astray by bad events and people. I think that no matter how much this wretched world corrupts people, the person they were meant to be had the living not been so cursed can yet live in their creativity.

I returned in the end, after a long time. And things were better, really. This time, though, he was the one to throw me away like trash over a really dumb conflict he started. Despite everything, I still haven't learned to stay away from kind of people that separates people between 'people' and 'NPCs'. I just... let them single me out as 'special'. And let myself get attached even though it should be obvious that this special treatment only lasts until I meet these expectations. That the "I like how you always have your opinion and can disagree" is only until I disagree on their terms. That "I want you to be honest, no matter how ugly the truth is" is only until that ugly truth is the part of their twisted self-image as a tragic, self-vindicating figure. And the worst part is that while me and him were apart, I was in close proximity with a shockingly similar person. They basically were like twins.

I don't know where I was going with this vent. But I can't forgive just being thrown away after so many promises of helping. It now feels like he never wanted to be friends again after all, but just felt in debt and needed to "compensate" to me to be a good person. So as soon as like, one moment made me "a woke NPC" I was no longer entitled to compassion. I should stay away from people that sees "us or them", but at the same time people who don't do that are lazy pacifist fence-sitters with no ideals... who are the right people to stick with, then? At the very least, I no longer care about his music, or feel any sentimental value to anything he's done now.

[jaydeemainmansblog]

No you guys f***** up by you selling that that facility in Alaska the one from Kansas Missouri of all the air conditioning the cloud making facility to the other country and they figured out the blueprints so they started imprisoning you guys here you guys sold us out you can't help another satellite maker City

It was a true story and and black hair white skin boys found out about the site and a black family found out about this site and in this place in red flag does and it promised to send you anything you wanted if you guys just stay here on your own land and and you know build whatever you want on your own land just don't go into any other properties building other things... Of us being red flag bye-bye by the black family and also the you know it's a gift for the white family for for a black family to have noticed in another white family obviously what would have noticed again... Of of them having somewhere to have their entire black family being sent to kill to be killed

It is very obvious that the reason this happens cuz those white hair white skin is scumbag operators of those satellite anti-makers against this problem never working construction I need all the white girls killed so they send them here #wops they wouldn't have happened if we didn't have to kill this scumbag useless lifeless f****** family of white hair babies girls at that belong to this offset of of satellite makers not inner circle not not second family but one of the third families that lives in the far neighborhood with all those crack pipe white boys again and and they think their daughter's worth more than the black girls so so without this family we wouldn't have to deal with with missing a generation

And then again to get what you guys wanted and to imprison all these blacks obviously your girls would have been worth less due to the the region where they can travel and on the cars or they can drive it and and the buses were as far they can go out of them coming and countering something that that no no one wants in in their country or a girl visiting a site of a sanctuary City filled with blacks of of the quality of life here maybe it's just a less of quality and you guys are accepting it of of Christianity of you guys having to give your girls over to the other country and in black and white skins all the best ones here you guys know what happened they said you all the best Vietnamese girls all the best American black hair white skin boys and girls they send you all the best Mexican girls here and in exchange it offer to throw out your trash for you but by killing your little boys and girls

Where do I sign up right where do I sign up for that to receive a subscription of the best p**** and and the best young boys and young men sent something that scumbag black or white skin camp that never worked construction where do I sign up to receive those benefits

0 and then of course your statement is he would do anything for it and she would do anything for it I think at this point in time I am fully aware of that you guys are fully aware of that but you know this this close Network and you and you guys ignore me that the codependency with the clouds coming in the sky your days are over that I found a union of girls you guys understand that I hope you guys understand that

There's nothing you could do to hurt me I'll beat to me to be back here and you guys needed me here to to be in the same city of girls to make your girls worth more to send to some camping in in the next country to throw away and you receive the they're better you know dental records paid for all with the school all had siblings all bang their brothers and sisters the whole life just waiting to be blindsided

[mylovesstuffs]

Entry #1: The weight of my words

20.01.2025 - 0:29

Had another fight with someone close, and I feel so bad about how I lose my temper when my buttons are pushed too many times. I know they don’t process things the way most people do, what’s crystal clear to me might not even register for them. And I get that, I really do. But they’re also very childlike and overthink a lot, which makes me want to be more patient. But when they keep insisting they’re right about something they clearly don’t understand, sometimes my tolerance just snaps. I’m not the type to hurt people unless I’m pushed too far—like really pushed and when I do, it’s more emotional than anything else. My way of hurting others isn’t the kind where I lash out randomly or throw empty insults. No, I know exactly where to hit—mentally and emotionally and I don’t miss. I don’t go for the surface; I go for the places that actually sting. I’ll pick at their their fears, their weaknesses, and I’ll lay them bare because I know what’ll get under their skin. It’s not yelling or cussing that does the damage, it’s my calm, pointed things I say that cut deeper than a raised voice ever could. I’ll say things that stick with them, things they’ll replay in their head later, questioning themselves or feeling small because I know exactly how to make my words linger. And the worst part? I’m fully aware of what I’m doing in those moments. I don’t get nasty for no reason. It’s not my default. But when someone keeps crossing the line, testing my patience, or refusing to understand, I hit back where I know it’ll hurt the most. And I hate it because I know I’m capable of inflicting that kind of pain, and I know how badly it can affect someone. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s how I am when I’m pushed too far. I know what I said probably has them overthinking like crazy, stressing out, maybe even feeling scared, and that’s tearing me up inside. They’re older than me and have diagnosed issues that explain a lot of their behavior. I try to accommodate that and have been for the past 5 years or more because I know it’s not their fault. But sometimes (most of the time actually) they refuse to see reason, and they insist they’re understanding when they’re absolutely not. I swear I’m a chill, understanding person most of the time but when someone keeps crossing the line over and over, I get nasty and I’m aware of it as I've said earlier and I hate that about myself but I also don’t know how else to handle it in the moment because of my anger and frustration. The thing is, I don’t have proper boundaries set with them because in our dynamic, it just doesn’t work that way. And now I’m sitting here, feeling awful, knowing I should’ve handled it better, even if I was provoked. I’m just so frustrated with myself for how things turned out.

I feel absolutely horrible right now because I know I’ve hurt them in a way that probably cut deep, even if they don’t fully understand how they pushed me to that point. From their perspective, they probably think I lashed out for no reason, that I hurt them unfairly, and that’s not true. But their mind doesn’t process it that way, and it leaves me feeling stuck in this heavy guilt. I can feel the weight of their overthinking, their fear, and their stress because that’s what I intended in the moment when my head was on fire. I wanted them to feel it, to finally back off, to stop crossing my boundaries that they don’t even realize they’re crossing. But now that my anger has cooled, it just feels awful. My heart is so heavy knowing they’re sitting there scared or confused, and that’s not what I wanted in the long run. No matter how much I might hate them in the heat of a moment, I know I’ll always pick them up when they’re down. And I know they’ll do the same for me because, deep down, that’s just how we are. But the cycle frustrates me. I know that if they start another fight tomorrow, I’ll probably get angry again, and we’ll be back in this mess. We’re stuck in this endless push-and-pull, and it’s exhausting. I just wish they could see how much this weighs on me too. Just wanted to rant...

[dleena2023]

IT'S QUATERFINALS DAYYY - T1 VS TES

BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM

DEAREST ZOFGK & KTRBM

AHHHHHH IT'S FINALLY KNOCKOUTS STAGE. AND THIS IS THE 3RD SERIES. TODAY. T1 VS TES. WOOOOOOT. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I'M KINDA STOKED FOR IT HAHAHAHA. I JUST DON'T FEEL TOO OVERWHELMED OR ANXIOUS TODAY?? LIKE IS THAT A BAD SIGN LOL. HOPEFULLY NOT IN SHA ALLAH BECAUSE I JUST FINISHED MY ASR PRAYER AND HONESTLY, I FELT SO CALM? LIKE LIKE I CAN FEEL IT, YOU KNOW? AT SOME POINT OF MY DO'A WHEN I MAKE FOR THE BOIS & COACHES, I JUST CAN FEEL IT. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. THERE'S LIKE A SUDDEN MOTIVATION & FLAME OUT OF THE BLUES DURING MY WHOLE ENTIRE DO'A AND I REALLY FELT SO SERENE AND GOOD. I'M NOT SURE IF THAT IS A SIGN BUT IN SHA ALLAH IT IS AMINNN. AND MY HEART & SOUL ARE TELLING ME T1 WIN WILL EITHER 3-1 OR 3-0. BUT MORE TO 3-1. HMMMMM. OKAY BACK TO HERE, I JUST WANT TO SAT ALL THE BEST TO BOTH TEAMS COMPETING TODAY. I DON'T WANT TO UNDERESTIMATE TES BECASE THEY DEFEATED US IN THE SWISS STAGE SO YEAP ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN. I JUST WISH THE BOIS ALL GOODNESS AND THE BEST OF THE BEST. REMEMBER HOW WE DEFEATED TES DURING EWC? YEAP, WE GOT THIS AND WE CAN DO IT THIS TIME AGAIN!!!!! NEVER LOSE HOPE OKAY BOIS. OUR 1ST GAME AGAINST THEM WAS CLOSE- LIKE WE ALMOST WON WITH THE EARLY LEAD BUT WE DID SOME MISTAKES AND DECIDED TO THROW AND THAT LED TO OUR DOWNFALL. I PRAYED AND MADE DO'A FOR YOU LOVES DAY & NIGHT, PRAYING FOR THE BEST MACRO, BEST MICRO, BEST DRAFTS, BEST PICK & BANS, BEST COMMUNICATION, BEST SYNERGY, WINNING LANES, TEAMFIGHTS ON POINT, SMITES ON POINT, BEST & POSITIVE MINDSET, PLAY WITH EASE, COMFORT, NO STRESS, PRESSURE AND JUST GO ALL OUT JE. LET'S SHOW EM' WHAT WE GOT AND WHAT WE HAVE BEEN COOKING. REMEMBER MY LOVES, DO YOUR BEST EACH ONE OF YOU AND EVEN BETTER AS A TEAM, OKAY? DON'T BE COMPLACENT AND BE HUMBLE ALWAYS NO MATTER WHAT. PLAY SAFE AND ENJOY THE GAMES WITH EACH OTHER WITH NO REGRETS AITESSS!!! I'VE JUST WATCHED ONER'S DOC JUST NOW AND I WISH HIM ALL THE BEST. YOU GOT THIS ONER, WE BELIEVE IN YOU!!! IN SHA ALLAH WITH OUR TREMENDOUS EFFORT & ALLAH'S WILL, WE WILL TODAY/TONIGHT'S BO5S SERIES AMINNNN. COACHES TOM, KKOMA & ROACH, DO YOUR THING OKAY I BELIEVE IN YOUR MAGICAL, COOKING DRAFTS. PLAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST GAME TOGETHER AND PLAY LIKE IT'S YOUR FINAL BREATH. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS ROSTER TO END EARLY SO PLEASE MY BOIS, LET'S HAVE A GOOD SERIES & ENJOY THE JOURNEY. MAY WE HAVE MORE GAMES TOGETHER THIS WORLDS IN SHA ALLAH. LET'S ACTIVATE OUR T1 WORLDS BUFF!!!!! LET'S GET THAT 'LPL SLAYER' COMINGGG!!! ALHAMDULILLAH. IN SHA ALLAH. BISMILLAH. KAJAAAAAA!!! T1 FIGHTING!!! TO ZEUS, ONER, FAKER, GUMAYUSI, KERIA

ZOFGK FIGHTINGGGGG!!!! ❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️

#MAKE THEM BELIEVE 👑

#NOT JUST CHASING THE WIN, BUT LETTING THE WIN COME TO US - GUMAYUSI

#EVERYONE BLOOMS AT THEIR OWN PACE. LET'S HANG IN THERE TOGETHER - ONER

IN T1 WE TRUST, T1 TAKE MY ENERGY AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE'S SOME LOVES FOR ALL T1 FANS AROUND THE GLOBE:

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ROOTING FOR ZOFGK AND PRAYING FOR MORE GAMES TOGETHER

ADDIE 🤍✨

And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get Him to swap our places Be runnin' up that road Be runnin' up that hill Be runnin' up that building Say, if I only could, oh

Oh, come on, baby (yeah) Oh, come on, darlin' (yo) Let me steal this moment from you now Oh, come on, angel Come on, come on, darlin' Let's exchange the experience (yo), oh, ooh, ooh

[orangemoonxworks]

KINGDOM HEARTS: DIVERGE, VOL. 0 THE FORETELLERS, PROLOGUE — VI WRITTEN BY: Naude Lucem -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ava was the youngest of the Foretellers and, despite her young age, she was adept at magic – even being able to cast grand spells. Still, she was naïve. As a Daybreak native, she lived a mostly sheltered life free of any exposure to darkness. It was hard for her to imagine that a calamity such as the darkness scourge existed, even much less that there were realms beyond the skies of Daybreak. In her eyes, things couldn’t have been as bad as they’d seemed. Ava, like many, was spoiled by the light’s grace. However, that gave her the freedom to be her spunky and cheerful self. Her heart was so pure it was infectious, but that’s what drew people to her, and what allowed her to get close to others.

Having received his request the day prior, Ava ventured to the Master’s chamber. When she arrived, he was deeply engrossed in an alchemic experiment. He was unusually silent, which was a rare occurrence. After finishing up his notes, he turned in his chair then slapped his thighs.

“So, you're curious about the Book of Prophecies, right?”

“Huh? Uh, well, maybe. Is that the reason you asked me to come by?”

“Hmm, yes and no. The Book of Prophecies is a golden trove of information. But unfortunately, that's all it is. It can't prevent catastrophes from happening, and it can't change anything. However,” The Master paused for a second, then wagged his index finger. “Knowledge is key. And with enough knowledge, you can do just about anything ‒ even tip the scales of destiny. So, the Book of Prophecies is a must have! Unfortunately, that's what makes it extremely dangerous. In the hands of someone with dark intentions, they can turn our reality upside down.”

“That’s why you keep the Book hidden?”

“Yeah, it's a bummer though. I don't get to read it at all” the Master pouted, palming his cheek. “Just imagine the kinds of juicy secrets that are in there?! So many things to know like, for example, my face under this hood! The Book knows what I look like! If you were curious enough, you could find out just how dashing and drop-dead handsome I am! Who knows, I could be an Adonis under here!”

Ava frowned. “Uh, Master, what you look like doesn't matter.”

“Huh?” The Master replied in a softened and dejected voice. He lowered his head then whimpered while clutching his chest, “My spirit is broken, and my heart is irreparably damaged.”

“I didn't mean it that way. You're our Master, and we value you and your guidance. So...”

The Master lifted his head for a second, then leapt from the chair to his feet, stroking his chin. “Of course, you do!! I mean, I am amazing. Hehe.”

Ava couldn’t help but frown again.

(Didn’t take long for him to snap out of it…)

“Anyway,” the Master continued, looking down at her. “Having limitless knowledge opens the door to infinite possibilities. And who doesn't want that kind of power? In fact, I can think of one group of dastardly creatures that'd absolutely LOVE to get their hands on it. Care to guess who?”

“Hmm…the Darkness?”

“Bingo!” he nearly shouted. “Like I said, whatever the book records will happen. Well, that is, unless someone comes into possession of it and starts throwing everything out of whack. So, in preparation for that eventuality, I have an mission for you and only you.”

“Uh, me?” Ava asked, confusedly pointing to herself.

“Yes. You might be the only hope of keeping the light from expiring.”

“Light expiring? W-What do you mean? And why me??”

“Because you’re like a light that never stops shining.” He said, then placed his hand on her shoulder. “A little candle whose fire never fades even in darkness. And you’ve got a heart stronger than anyone that I’ve ever come across. Who, better than someone like that to carry on the legacy of the light? Hmm?”

“Uh huh. You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?”

The Master chuckled. He tapped her shoulder then took a step back. “More or less. The fact is, is that you’re the only person I can turn to for such a huge undertaking. The others simply aren’t reliable enough. This is something that you, and only you, can do.”

Ava paused for a moment. On the one hand, knowing he’d had that much faith in her made her happy. But on the other hand, the “important mission” he was coaxing her into didn’t inspire much confidence. After all, she had no idea what the “mission” would entail, and she lacked the experience the others had. Still, she could see that he was being sincere. The Master was never one to take serious matters lightly. So, having thought about it, she made up her mind.

“All right, if you say so. What is it that you need me to do?”

“It's simple – forget the notion of unions, find keyblade warriors with potential, and nurture them until they've fully matured ‒ in secret, of course. Then, when the time comes, send them off to another world. They will keep the light alive.”

Ava lowered her head and gripped her robe’s sides. “Are you sure that I’m right person for this?”

The Master gently lifted her head with his hand. “Ava, you're the only person for this. I know you can do it, and I trust you wholeheartedly. If I didn’t have some faith in you, then I wouldn’t have taken you under my wing. So, lighten up. This is your big break.”

“I understand but...you said that the Book falling into the wrong hands is something that could happen. But from the way you’ve been talking, it almost seems like you know something will happen. I-I'm not doubting you or anything! It’s just that…if someone does find the book, then…”

“Let me guess, you want to know what’s inside the Book that’s sooo dangerous, right? Hmm, I guess I could give you a hint. But you have to promise me one thing…” Suddenly, his voice darkened. “Don't get involved in anything going forward – not even squabbles between the others. You hear?”

“O-Okay. I promise.” Ava nodded.

“All right then. Tell me Ava, what is the one thing that people fear the most?”

She thought to herself for a moment. “I guess...the end of life? Or the darkness, maybe?”

“Good choices but no. The answer is rather simple.”

The Master bent down to her level then whispered into the side of her hood.

“It’s the truth.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[the-astral-idiot]

Voice Lines for Source

Pick Agent:

“Me? Alright! Let’s have some fun!”

C (Have You Tried…):

“Off and back on again.”

“Shut up.”

“throw grunt”

Q (Error!):

“Whoops!”

“Blinding!”

“Blindin’ ‘em!”

E (Reconnect!):

“Check your modem!”

“Laggin’ ‘em!”

“Lag spike!”

X (Oops!):

“Reality’s for losers!” (Ally)

“Bye-bye, suckers!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

“Go play a different game!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

Resurrected:

“Up and at ‘em!”

Match Start:

“Hope they’ve got a good GPU. Wait. Nevermind, ignore me.”

“New game! Let’s go, we got this.”

“Mười ba – không, let’s go!” (13-0)

“Anyone else listening to music right now?”

“Chờ một chút, I gotta look up line-ups.” (Wait a bit)

“Let’s keep them outta here, ‘kay?” (Defenders)

“Defending doesn’t mean waiting, so I am going to hack all of them immediately.” (Defenders)

“Why attack their sites when I could attack their compu- Nevermind, that’s illegal.” (Attackers)

“Lock the fuck in!!!” (Attackers)

Round Start:

“What do you mean, I can’t just set the score to 13-0? That’s ‘cheating’? Chán.” (Boring/lame)

“Take a leak or something, we've been at this for a while.”

“Things feel weird. Feels like someone’s got fast food joint wi-fi.”

“Installing aimbot… Just kiddin’, lol.”

“I will say ‘lol’ and ‘lmao’ out loud, unironically, and no one can stop me.”

“To those of you on your phones right now: Wake up. Game time.”

“I’m running out of things to say.”

“Wow, their code is crazy. Hope they don’t mind if I…”

“Get some stretches in. It’s good for coders, it’ll be good for us.” 

“Who needs tech support? Totally won’t mess with anything…”

“Hold on… S, U, D, O! I’m in! *chuckle*”

Last Round Won:

“Skill issue on their part, really.” 

“Womp-womp.” 

“No errors here!”

“Let’s do that again. And again, and again.”

“And I didn’t even need to cheat!” 

Last Round Won, In The Lead:

“Trời ơi, they suck at this!”

“Keep it going! Hahaha!”

Comeback: 

“Oi, a comeback, finally.” 

“We got one? Trời ơi, that took forever.”

Last Round:

“Mua đi, we can’t take anything with us.” (Buy)

“Go nuts. Spend everything.”

Match Point:

“Đi đi mau! We’re winning this!” (Go, go!/Hurry up!)

“Just one more point!”

Spike Forgotten:

“Uh, where’s the spike?”

“C’mon, focus, don’t forget the spike!”

Shop:

“Spend it!” (Call for buy)

“Save it!” (Call for save.)

“I got extra funds.” (Offer to buy)

“Yo, buy me something?” (Requesting)

Barrier Down:

“Alright!” 

“Here goes!” 

“Lock in!”

“Ready up!” 

“Let’s do this!” 

“All set up.”

“Time for some fun.” 

Laughter

“Who to target?”

“No errors!”

“Beep, boop.”

“I’m in.” 

“Easy peasy.”

“Dễ.” (Easy)

“This’ll be quick.”

“They’re not prepared for this.” 

“Focus!” 

“And the round starts…” 

Kill:

“Dead!” 

“One down.” 

“Got one.” 

“Gotcha!” 

“See ya!” 

“Tạm biệt.” (Bye.)

“End task!”

“Oof.” 

“Shut down.” 

Headshot:

“Ouch!” 

“Pure skill!” 

“Bop.”

“Đầu lên!” (Heads up!)

“Ding!” 

“Bang!”

Melee:

“Swish!” 

“Way too close!”

Triple:

“Three of ‘em.” 

Quadra:

“Four of ‘em!”

Last Kill:

“That’s a wrap!” 

“Round over!” 

“Dubs!”

“Rolled ‘em!” 

“On to the next round!” 

“Sometimes, tech just needs a good kick!” (Melee)

“Error 404: Skill not found.” (Killed MVP)

One Kill Left (Deathmatch):

“One left.” 

Spike:

Defuse Resumed:

“Ði. I have things to do.” (Go.)

“Back to work.” 

Defuse Running Out:

“Hooray, more radianite exposure.” 

“*tsk* Chẹt…” (lit. “die”, used as a swear like “damn” or “fuck”)

Defuse Successful:

“Defusal complete!” 

“Error 403: That was forbidden.” 

Ace:

“They should just uninstall!” 

“See that? See that?!”

“Skill diff, no hacks necessary!”

Clutch:

“200: I’m ok!” 

“I’ve worked through worse messes.”

“Made like, 5 errors, but it worked in the end.” 

Flawless:

“And that’s what I call a roll!” 

“No errors! Damn, good work!”

Low HP:

“So many error messages…”

“Hoo, wow, that was stressful!”

Thrifty:

“No money spent! …Almost.”

Match Win:

“Match win! Let’s go!” 

“Another dub for the record!” 

“I mean, what did you expect?”

“Time to uninstall, losers!” 

Match MVP:

“And I’m MVP!” 

“I’mma see if I can crash their clients, now.”

“I can bend reality. Seriously, of course this happened!”

[zeroakun27]

Jimmy is an egotistical, delusional, and narcissistic person who wasn't capable to be a leader and a manipulative person as well. He r-word anya, literally make Curly not being able to do anything and literally the reason why Daisuke and Swansea died

Sunny is a child, he pushed Mari out of stress and fear, he suffered a lot due to the traumatic incident he had to witness plus the grief and guilty due to the consequences of his actions

Honestly, I am baffled as to how you think this two characters are the same, you probably need to seek a brain specialist and check your neurons, I'm sure God gave you a wrong patterns recognition. And hey maybe you can test your IQ in there and have some advice to get smarter.

Also, a friend of mine decided to come up with rebuttal

First of all, his murder of his sister was not an impulsive decision. The game doesn't indicate that Mari physically restrained him to stop him from running away. This means that instead of reacting like a realistic 12 yo child and running away to someplace safer - either his bedroom or the bathroom, which both were on the same floor they were having their argument on - Sunny consciously employed physical force.

Yes, but as we are both entitled to using non canon materials (the album captions are considered non-canon), I shall use mine:

This video: timestamp 0:35 Mari screams “Where do you think you’re going?”

Anyone with reasonable deductive skills can see what she means by this. The timeline was as follows:

Pre 0:35: Sunny attempts to get away. There would be no reason for him to pull his sister as he’s getting away, so there’s no contact, 0:35: Mari screams “Where do you think you’re going”, 0:37: Mari falls down the stairs.

Now in those 2 seconds, who is more likely to make first contact? The angry one or the one getting away.

Bingo.

Mari grabbed Sunny, closing the distance between them, and Sunny having a flight or fight response (normal for a human being, by the way) and shoving her off him, thus down the stairs.

Voila.

consistent pattern of being an ass.

Let me address each argument for you.

(Apparently) was aware of Aubrey's troubled situation at home, wasn't shown doing anything of note to help and/or support her

What can a ten to twelve year old do other than talk to their friend and make sure they’re okay? (Which Sunny did do a lot with Aubrey by the way, shown through the video montage of “Duet”).

Whined about having to help his friends build their treehouse

What twelve year old wouldn’t complain MENTALLY? It’s not being an ass, if he was, he would’ve outwardly said all those things. It’s just that mentally he doesn’t want to do it. But he does because he knows it's only fair to the others. That’s called respecting other people and compromising for them.

Threw a tantrum that resulted in the death of his sister because he couldn't watch cartoons for as long as he'd have liked

Once again, I am allowed to point at non canon as you have.

0:04: Sunny says “Gosh, you-”

0:05-0:014: Unintelligible

0:15: The violin crashes

Firstly, no one screams “Gosh, you-” without the other having not done anything.

Secondly: Do you really think Mari stayed silent for those 9 seconds of unintelligible noise?

Was throwing the violin down the stairs the best option? No. Do I think it was just caused because he didn’t get to watch cartoons? No. Mari obviously said something to provoke it.

Blamed Mari for the argument as if she forced him to practice even though he himself begged her to let him join her

Something tells me you don’t have younger siblings tbh. It’s very normal for kids to want something at first, but change their minds later after they realise the work that has to be put in. (E.g: Wanting to go to school when they’re younger but hating it as soon as they start) Also, you’re disregarding Sunny’s motive: He never wanted to do violin because he loved the violin. He just wanted to spend more time with Mari.

Also to address “ as if she forced him to practice “

You think a 15 year old whose parents booked a venue for their recital wouldn’t be pressured and in turn pressure their younger sibling into making it PERFECT? Just food for thought.

Chose to resolve his argument with Mari by violence even though he had the option to run away instead

Already addressed this :) 

Was relieved that he got away with accidentally killing his sister

For someone who has a brain and must scream, it sure seems otherwise. Do read what it says. “For a moment, you feel at peace. You hate yourself for feeling this way.” He was relieved, sure. But he hated himself for that. Because he didn’t want to feel relief.

Chose to lie to his friends by omission and let them believe they had somehow failed Mari due of the assumed nature of her death as a suicide, irreversibly scarring them

Chose to let Basil take the fall for blacking out Mari's photos in the photo album, which entailed Basil becoming the target of Aubrey's bullying and wore Basil's mental health down to near-psychosis by the time of the game's events*

Half of the game is just showing the consequences to Sunny doing that though. It's portrayed as a bad thing. It’s also realistic to those experiencing PTSD or shock. I don’t want to make this too long (it’s already 800 ish words) so just read it here https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/post-traumatic-stress-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-2035596

Walked out on Basil - his best friend - when the latter had a mental breakdown despite Basil begging him to stay

Considered leaving Basil to his death as a legitimate option, twice

Seems to have been content with thinking of doing nice things for Basil (e.g. watering Basil's plants in his dream world) as opposed to actually trying to support him in the real world

Walked out on Hero after seeing him crying over the piano

Again, just read up on the link I sent earlier. Specifically avoidance. It’s not morally correct but that doesn’t mean it’s in his control either.

Wasn't shown to feel any guilt or shame from having a picnic with the people he lied to near his dead sister's grave

I don’t know if you’ve played the game, but you like to bring up “Sunny and the player aren’t separate” so… Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe the reason Sunny doesn’t show any guilt in-game is because he’s discovering the truth as much as we, the player are? Just food for thought

Twisted the supportive words of the people he lied to to alleviate his own self-loathing over committing manslaughter

This is just a wrong interpretation entirely lmfao. The battle against OMORI isn’t a battle against self loathing. It’s a battle against the denial that kept him from telling the truth to begin with. Sunny doesn’t kill himself in the bad ending because he hates himself. He kills himself in the bad ending because he wants to hide the truth and knows he can’t do it for much longer. Why do you think he doesn’t end up killing himself in a majority of the hikikomori routes even though OMORI has taken over?

Told his friends the truth shortly before having to move town, thus avoiding the direct consequences of his confession and leaving Basil behind again to face them alone

Not exactly his choice as I’ve said earlier.

Is only concerned with how his friends' pain affects himself at the end of the day

Can’t say much about it (I’m a little stupid  and can’t be bothered to spend over an hour doing this) other than I wanna see an analysis of My Time next. Sure it's not made for the game, but it was chosen for a reason.

What Sunny did was the fault of an irrational mindset

What Sunny did was the fault of him being a child witnessing a traumatic incident being led by another child who witnessed the same incident and then the rest are just the effects of PTSD. A majority of the reason the incident took place the way it did can be explained by: Sunny’s in worse shock than Basil due to him having to process that he was the one who killed his sister, and Basil just wants to protect him. If anything, Basil's at fault.

”Lol I just got off the hook”

Lol I explained this already. You used the same point twice.

Sunny is forgivable because he was a child who was not in a good rational mindset and made an impulsive decision with much more dire consequences than anticipated

Jimmy is not forgivable because he was an adult who had to make several conscious decisions to do what he did and does nothing but repeat his horrible behaviour

Both games are about forgiveness but two completely different ends of that spectrum. Omori is about how forgiveness can be healing and help those recover, and mouthwashing is about how sometimes forgiveness does nothing but enable horrible people to continue their abusive behaviour

[paleangels13]

Every time I look at the current eurovision odds on eurovisionworld (?) I get mad so maybe I should just stop doing that 🙃🤝

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Hey!!!!

I love your writing!

Can i request Eddie Munson x male reader, where the reader is a total menace to society, and like Eddie is seen as a freak.

The type of guy to steal a street sign, just someone who hardly takes anything seriously and is just goofy the whole time.

But when the whole Vecna thing happens people start to see that the whole "I'm dumb, let's do something fun" front is just a facade and he's actually this insecure boy, with a fucked up family, that just tries to keep the others happy.

And like him kinda sacrificing himself in the Upside down, but he makes it out alive through dumb luck and a few skills he picked up while being a menace to society

Note: I’m so glad you love my writing! And I snorted when reading this 😭 This shit is long too since I had to rewatch episode 9 to remember what had happened.

A LITERAL MENACE

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff & Angst

Warning(s): Spoilers for season 4 and episode 9!

Edited: ❌

You were an…odd case.

Whenever Jason would throw insults are Eddie or call him a freak you would literally threaten him and throw your own insults till Eddie has to make you shut up. Like right now, Jason had decided to pick on Eddie once again for the 3rd time this week.

"Listen here you dirty blond bimbo, my patience with you is quickly becoming limited and I'm ready to just throw you out the goddamn window!" You pointed and shouted at him getting everyone's attention in the cafeteria. "Pssh...as if you could even pick me up L/n. You don't have the guts." Jason laughed making his little gang laugh as well.

"You think I'm playing games now huh?! I'll fuckin soccer kick you in the goddamn balls Carver!" You said and as you were walking towards him Eddie quickly grabbed you and just pulled you away from Jason.

"You're lucky I'm bein held!!" You shouted before Eddie put a hand over your mouth. “Just allow your little freak boyfriend to take you away you fucking menace.” Jason scoffed making your blood boil. Eventually everyone resumed to what they were doing and you just sighed when you calmed down. "Honestly, he's so goddamn annoying. Next time he bothers you Eddie make sure to tell me so I can get a stop sign and whack him in the head like a tennis ball." You said with a grin. Everyone at the table blinked owlishly at what you said.

"You don't...actually mean that, right?" Dustin asked as he nervously laugh. "Maybe I do maybe I don't. It all depends on how I feel." You shrugged as you took a bite of your apple.

"You really are a menace Y/n." Mike said making you laugh. "I've been told that for years Mike! Sometimes it's a compliment and others, like Jason and his little basketball friends, it's an insult. But I'll take what you said as a compliment!" You said and gave Mike a slap on the back making a small 'oof' sound come from him.

Now, when you got involved into the whole Vecna thing your personality did a whole 180. You were scared, worried, hell you didn't even know what other emotions you were experiencing all at once.

"I'm fuckin scared man, why did i even agree to this?!" You shouted over Eddie playing his guitar as you held a a baseball bat with nails close to you along with a shield that had more nails in them. "Don't worry Y/n! You'll be fine!!" Dustin shouted before putting goggles on and saw the bats weren't too far. "Eddie!! We gotta lock down in T-minus thirty seconds!" Dustin shouted at him as one hand showed a 3 and another showed a 0. Eddie nodded his head and began playing faster.

"T-minus twenty!" Dustin once again shouted and Eddie played faster. "T-minus ten!" You were pacing back and forth as you watched the bats get closer and closer making you scared shittless. "Five!" Dustin shouted and held up his hand. "One!" And with that Eddie did one last strum of his guitar before they all started running inside. Everyone was shouting at each other before they finally got inside.

"Dude...most metal ever!" "Oh my... Oh my God." They both hollered and jumped in excitement. You and the other hand was walking back and forth while gripping your hair in a panic state. "It's alright Y/n. Calm down we're all safe." Eddie said, trying his best to calm you down.

"Calm down?! How am I gonna calm down when there fucking man eating bats right outside that can come and get us at any second?!" You shouted at him, your voice cracked while doing so.

"Wow... This is the first time I'm seeing you like this.." Dustin said, his eyes widened in shock. "I'm not who you really think I am. I'm not so upbeat when it comes to things like this... I have family issues and I really just wanna keep you all happy so none of you have to worry so much when you might have your own problems.. I even worry about what you guys think of me so I put up this little facade to make you all like me." You blurted out while sniffling since you were crying from both stress and fear. They both stood there in silence as they allowed the information to sink in.

"You don't gotta put up an act to make us like you Y/n. You can just be you and we'll still like you." Eddie said as he placed a hand on your small and gave it a couple pats. Dustin nodded agreeing before he jumped since the banging outside became louder. All three males stood close to the exit and kept their guard up.

"Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy, huh?!" Dustin shouted as the banging became quiet. "Hush! Is this really necessary?" Eddie hushed Dustin. "They're on the roof." Eddie said and pointed his spear up at the ceiling. "Shit, shit shit," Dustin muttered under his breath as all three of them began to follow where they were heading.

"It's too quiet... Is there any other way to can get inside?" You asked as you looked at a certain hole in the roof before one had put its head inside scaring everyone. Dustin and Eddie both began stabbing at it since they were the ones with a spear while you only had a bat which you were pretty good at handling. Eddie then grabbed a chair and stood on it before placing his 'shield' over the hole.

"Wait... Are there any other vents in here somewhere?" You asked making Eddie's eyes widen. "Oh, shit!" Eddie quickly got off the chair and grabbed his spear before running to where he knows where one of the vents were, Dustin and Y/n followed right behind him.

When they got to his room a bunch of bats came flying out the vent. Eddie had quickly closed the door before they could come out of the room, but as soon as he did that one of them began hitting the door and soon more followed. "Shit!" Dustin shouted as he, you, and Eddie made a run for it to the exit.

"That's not gonna hold!" "Let's go! Let's go!" "Holy mother of mary!" The all shouted as Dustin climbed up the rope and Eddie followed right after him. "C'mon Y/n!! Hurry up!!" Dustin screamed. "That door isn't going to hold forever!!" Eddie shouted. You held onto the rope before a little thought crossed your mind.

You pulled on the rope completely making it fall down and then you moved the mattress out of the way. "Y/n!! What the fuck are you doing?!!" Eddie screamed at you, worry in his eyes. "I'll make sure to come back. If I don't than one of you can take all the shit I own!" You told them with a smile. "Y/n!" Dustin shouted but you were long gone. You pulled an Eddie and ran outside attracting all of them to you.

You stayed a couple feet away from the house and held the bat you hand in your hand ready to swing. So when one came at you, you didn't hesitate to hit it and a couple more followed after and you just went ham on hitting them. "C'mon you fuckers!! Let's play a lil baseball and see how things end!!" You shouted before whacking one off to the side.

Eddie and Dustin had to go quickly because now that max 'died' it caused four large splits into the ground. "What about Y/n?!" Eddie shouted at Dustin as they watched his house get split into slight halves. Dustin couldn't even answer that question because he didn't know if you were actually alive or not.

Dustin looked over at the slightly split house before seeing a hand on the side of the open part of the house. And out came you from around the corner limping, bleeding a bit, and really tired. "Y/n!!" Dustin shouted as he ran over to you. Eddie followed right behind Dustin before they both pulled you away from the large crack. You looked at the two with a smile. "Told ya I was gonna come back." You said with a thumbs up.

"H-...How? I thought you died in there..." Eddie sobbed as he hugged you with a tight ass grip along with Dustin. "Dumb luck I suppose. And my sweet baseball moves!" You laughed before groaning.

"Can we go to the hospital at least? I think I fractured my ribs and pulled a muscle in my leg. After that let's see if we can get Eddie's name cleared from being a murderer." You said. "O-...Oh right the hospital!" Dustin exclaimed as he wrapped one of your arms around his neck to help you walk. Eddie stood there about to say something, but instead he kept quiet.

"You too pretty boy, let's go." You said and motioned him over to you. Eddie let out a breathy chuckle before wrapping your other arm over his shoulder.

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter ten - perfect timing

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frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, knives, mentions of blood, torture, disease, surgery, scars, description of wounds/cuts

a/n: hope we are all feeling up for this because baby i am not. the slow burn is burning and i am not okay. also in case it’s not obvious, i have thrown (0) knives in my life. i’m making this shit up. don’t throw knives with this advice, or at all really. thx.

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“First thing you do is look for a way out. Always gotta have a way to get cover if things go to shit.” Frank explains, and you turn around, both of you still standing at the door.

Frank brought you to David Lieberman’s old place, an underground garage still full of old tech shit, but it was enough for you to recover for the next few days, and had the computers Frank could use to map out your way into ‘Silo’.

“There’s only one exit.” You turn around, looking up at him right under his chin.

“Did you look?”

“They aren’t exactly going to give me a tour of the place when we get down there. I’m guessing we would be in the-“

“You don’t guess. First thing is to be prepared for every situation. If they ask you to meet in the front room, you map every god damn room in the house, because they want you unprepared. When you walk in there, you’re gonna know every exit, every hiding place and every weapon you could use.” He could tell you hated being told what to do and how to do it, but you finally nodded once, and spun back around, walking further into the room and opening the back door to what served as a kind of bedroom.

“This. I could use the table to cover.” You point to a metal table by the doorway, and he sees your eyes dart between it, setting up the would be defence.

“Good. Now you’re stuck in there - what do you do?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you disappear into the room, and he hears the crank of some metal. Suddenly, you appear in the doorway again, holding what remains of a giant pipe.

“Weapon?” You ask, whipping it around in front of you like a sword.

“Did you just pull that off the wall?”

“Use your surroundings, right?” He gives a little nod, trying to hide a smile.

He’s been drilling you about this the entire car ride, giving you fake scenarios and getting you to wrap your head around how to approach a fight. You weren’t a complete novice, but you didn’t fight with your head, and that’s when shit gets out of hand.

Watching as you walk into the kitchen and pull out a few knives in the drawer, flipping them in your hand to find the best fit, he can’t help but stare. It’s been a long couple of weeks, and maybe it’s the remains of a wearing-down concussion, but he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since last night.

He knows what loss is. What the fear and the dread is like when you think it’s coming, when you think you’ve lost what means the most. You were so fucking cold when he pulled you out of that water, and he never took a breathe the entire time he sprinted you back to the hotel, leaving the doctor and a pile of dead bodies behind him.

He was terrified. More than he’s been in years. He didn’t fear anything anymore. He’d lost the three things he gave a fuck about, and now nothing could scare him, nothing could shake him. Until last night, when you were bleeding out in front of him and he thought he wouldn’t be able to save you.

“If I’m close enough to use this, though, I won’t need it.” You slap the knife back on the kitchen table and sigh.

“Not if you throw it.”

“Throw it?“ You say with a giant grin, half laughing as you pick it up and swing it around. “I can hardly hit something with a gun!”

“Dont focus on that. This is just using your environment.” Rolling your eyes, you start to walk towards him. “When we walk in there, it’s not gonna be about who’s stronger or faster, it’ll be who’s smarter. You have to be smarter.”

“Yeah. I know.” You look down at the ground, and Frank regrets the words a little. He can tell how you’re still feeling guilty about what happened at the docks. Yeah, he was pissed before because you didn’t listen, but in the end you made the right call. If that guy had gotten the jump on you, who knows how far he would of made it. Frank hadn’t expected to find the doctor inside, and was too busy trying not to shoot him that he couldn’t dip out to clean up like he’d said.

“Turn the switches on for the main power. Gotta give it some time before we can hook all the computers up.”

“I hope you know how to do that.” You call out as Frank sits in the chair in the centre of the room, now surrounded by three different monitors booting up, the whir of the machines buzzing all around him. “What even is this place?”

“An old friend used it. He used to watch me from these, then stayed here for a bit. We can probably use it to check the cameras at the work site.” You were giving him a very confused stare, mouth open slightly and eyes wide. He opens his mouth to explain, but you beat him to it.

“You had a friend?” He swings the chair around, his back now to you, hearing you laugh to yourself. “You lived here?”

“For a while.” He could hear you opening the cabinets, but he tried to focus on the computer and not the way you were bending over, reaching down to grab whatever food was still in this place. He could still see you out the corner of his eye, and his hand grabbed the arm of the chair a little tighter. “God damn it.”

“What?”

“This shit is taking forever.” He slides over to the other monitor, still seeing a dark blue loading screen.

“Patience is a virtue.” You say from over his shoulder, and he looks up at you.

“That’s real funny.”

“I thought so. Come, you can teach me how to throw knives while we’re waiting.” He watches as you walk back over to the kitchen, and he sees you wince as you take a step down off the platform where all the monitors sit.

“How’s it feeling?” He gets up and follows you over to the kitchen, nodding his head to your side. Without hesitation you pull up your shirt, and he sees you pull at the gauze. The skin is pink, but it’s already healing. “I thought you said you didn’t heal fast.”

“I don’t. I don’t think I do, at least. Sure as hell never feels like it.”

“You don’t know?” He tries to soften his voice when he asks. He won’t force anything out of you, this whole thing between the two of you relies on a very flimsy string of trust he doesn’t want to snap. You shake your head, eyes still staring at the wound.

“No. I mean, I know they… they put the metal in my hands. Messed with my blood vessels, injected me with stuff that made my cells replenish quicker or something. The doctor tried to explain it to me once, but I wasn’t really listening. Didn’t want to know.” All those years you had been pulled apart, and you didn’t even know what they did to you. He can’t help but look at the long, thin scars along your forearms. “It made my bones stronger, and replaced the bone marrow with the enhanced cells. It’s what my dad was working on.”

“Your dad was working on you?”

“No. God, no. He was a biological engineer. He worked at a hospital, was doing a PHD on bone cancer research. He got grants through some ‘anonymous’ donors to work on changing the cell chemicals so that they could heal on their own and replenish faster. It fights cancer, but in someone who doesn’t have a disease, it makes twice as many.” So the Gnucci’s used your fathers research to experiment where they didn’t have the technology, and then murdered him when they got what they wanted, and used his own kids to test it out. “Dad was smart, so I know that’s why it worked. He would never of…”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You nod a couple times, and quickly turn to wipe a tear falling on your cheek. He grips the edge of the table tighter. “So you have stronger bones?”

“Kind of, I guess. They used the basis of his research to trial their own ideas, like these-“ He sees the glint of the dark silver tips of nail that slide out of your fingertips, only about fours inches long but sharp and strong, and then he watches as they disappear. It’s the first time he notices it draws blood every time you do it. “-they would never heal over if Dads research hadn’t showed them how to reinforce the skin, but it was their idea. The scars… they had a lot of things to try, and only one body to try it on.”

“Your brother-“ A dry laugh comes from your throat, a tight, sharp sound that makes Frank regret bringing it up.

“It was all they had on me. They kept him out of that, and I would sit and let them do what they wanted. I would do what they wanted. Though with what you’ve told me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking half dead already-“

“Hey. Don’t talk like that. Not when we’re this close.” You suck in a long breath and let it out slow.

“You’re supposed to be the cynical one.” You comment after a while and he shrugs, a half smile spreading on his face. “Maybe I do heal faster. My leg is almost perfect.”

“That’s cause I’m damn good.” Rolling your eyes, you pick up the knife.

“Whatever, Dr Castle. Show me how to throw this thing.”

“Stand over there before you throw it at the monitors.” Frank points over to a wider spot out of the way, and you stand facing a long panel of the wall. The plaster is thick enough not to crack with the force of a blade, but it should stick in when you throw it. He grabs a marker from the desk, and draws three circles on the wall, making a target, and dots a tiny spot in the centre. Bullseye.

“I feel like that’s a challenge. Is that a challenge?” You call from your spot about ten feet away as he digs the end of the pen at the spot in the middle, making it darker.

“It’s a target.”

“Still.” You squint at him, a playful glint in your eye a welcomed change to how you were looking at him minutes ago. He doesn’t take it lightly, the conversation you had with him. It was about as honest as he’d seen you aside from your talk with Madani this morning, and he had a feeling with the size of the scars, you might of been putting what they did to you lightly.

He comes up next to you, grabbing another knife off the table. They were kitchen knives, not throwing knives, so not ideal to start with, but the chances of you coming across a proper weapon in the next couple of weeks was slim, so it was practical to start like this.

Practical is what he was telling himself as he stood beside you, watching as your hands wrap around the base of the knife, and trying to shake the feeling of something else sifting to the surface when you leaned towards him as you pretended to throw. He cleared his throat once, then twice.

“It’s about two things. Timing and grip. Hold it towards the end. You need to keep your wrist locked the whole way through, or it’ll fly out before you’re ready.” You adjusted your grip towards the end of the handle, eyes switching between his hand and your own. “That’s it. See where your thumb is? Move it underneath a bit more.”

“It’s exactly where yours is.”

“My hand is bigger. You need more support underneath or you’ll lose the technique in the throw.” You adjust, and he can see you realise he’s right as you manoeuvre the knife in your hand.

“Fine. Timing now, right?” He was standing just off to the right of you, watching as you went through the movement he showed you.

“Keep your wrist tight. You want to let it go when the blade is horizontal, so it has time to travel.” You throw it, and the blade misses spectacularly, clattering to the concrete ground. “Again.”

He shows you the full movement again, watching as his knife lands true, in the middle ring of the make shift target. You throw the rest of the knives in succession, adjusting to each of Franks instructions. To your credit, you are actually a good listener when you want something, so within about half an hour, you are landing your blades within the outer ring of the target, able to hit a different side on command.

“Good.” He says, then goes to tell you to change sides when you look back at him.

“It’s only good if I’m throwing it at someone who had the wingspan of a wall. I’ll never hit a person at this rate, let alone if they move.”

“It’s been half an hour. Give yourself a break.”

“Can you show me again?” You shuffle back, your shoulder in line with his chest. “I want to see when you change direction.”

He says nothing, doesn’t have any god damn words as you back into him, face about an inch from his. He felt like a teenager, trying to cool his jets as he gripped the knife way too hard. Bringing it up, he half goes through the movement, trying to figure out how he’s meant to hit fucking anything when you were this close to him.

“Where are you aiming?” Your voice was a low whisper, and he threw himself into the task at hand.

“Dead centre.”

“Fifty bucks you don’t hit it.” You look up at him at the same time he rolls his eyes down at you. Everything seems to freeze. The same feeling from last night rolls over him, that desire to lean closer to you, be closer. His arm stops halfway above his head. Your eyes lock onto his own, and all that focus, all that energy breaks and melts away under your eyes.

He remembers every damn second of last night, how he was holding you, and how you looked at him as he tucked the lock of hair that was currently hanging in front of your face behind your ear. It was the same way you were looking at him now.

“You don’t have fifty bucks.” He manages, jaw set tight as he keeps looking at you. You were so close, he could feel the heat of your breath on his neck, and as you breathed a laugh and smiled, he couldn’t stand to look away.

He didn’t take his eyes off you as his arm flicked over his head, and the knife slammed into the plaster wall. Frank knew exactly where it was, but he couldn’t care less. You, on the other hand, had looked away, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the target, which had Franks blade stuck right into the centre. Bullseye.

Frank doesn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking at all, maybe the lack of sleep he got last night was catching up with him. He could feel the slam of something in his chest, he could hear it in his head. You were still staring at the target and he needed you to look back, to look at him with those eyes that never held pity or fear or any of the things people usually looked at him with. The arm that threw the knife had a mind of its own, and his fingers caught the side of your jaw, bringing your gaze back to him.

He moved you slowly, waiting for you to push back. There was a small, dull part of him that wanted you to pull away, felt like he deserved you to pull away. You never did, following the guide of his fingertips to bring your face underneath his. You were breathing heavily, almost shuddering a breath when your faces met. You were concentrating hard, eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth at a mile a minute.

“Guess I owe you.” You hardly get the words out, and your eyes have landed on his mouth. He feels your body move an inch higher against his; you were completely leaning into him now. The hand not on your jaw had instinctively clung to your hip, drawing you to him in a silent plea.

“Sure we can figure somethin’ out.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tempting himself as you smiled. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss you.

The thought surprises him, but he doesn’t let it pass. It would be easy - the easiest god damn thing he’s done in years. It almost felt right, to be able to feel your skin against his, to be able to smell the faint vanilla of the shampoo he knows you used last. It would be so easy to kiss you, but he doesn’t have to think about it anymore, because you kiss him.

You were on your tip toes to reach him, and it’s hardly a kiss. Your lips brush his and everything shatters around him. He feels winded, like he’s been punched in the gut. He waits, doesn’t move a fucking inch, because he’s still not entirely convinced it wasn’t an accident, but then you lean into him, and he knows it’s not.

It was softer than he imagined from you. He responds immediately with the same soft question of a kiss. The amount of times he’s imagined getting this close to you, there had been none of this questioning doubt around it, but he’s letting you set the pace, giving you time. When he finally gets his brain to stop short circuiting and realise that you were really fucking kissing him back, that this wasn’t just him, you drop back flat footed and pull away.

He’s heaving a breath in like he’s run the fucking mile, and he wasn’t sure you were breathing at all. He couldn’t read you, your face was a steel case of nothing at all, eyes not blinking, just looking up at him for what felt like forever. He wanted to lean down, his hand was still holding your jaw, and you had twisted so your body was facing him more, your hands laying softly on his chest. He wanted to dive into you, shake every bit of uncertainty off your face and show you-

The computers begin flashing, and Frank curses. Loudly.

Blaring alarms go off around the place, and he almost forgot how paranoid David was when he was Micro. If he didn’t enter the passcode in the next minute your cover would be blown. Even the threat of imminent death doesn’t pull him from the soft grasp of your hand on his shirt, but the sound of the alarm breaks you from your trance.

“What the fuck is that!” You scream over the alarm, and he moves, turning his back to you. Perfect fucking timing, David. As always.

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“Alarm! Give me-“ His words are lost, but honestly you couldn’t give a shit what it was. You were frozen in your spot as soon as he put his hand on you, and now you weren’t sure you could move again. 

Your brain was completely blank. You can’t get the look on his face out of your head. It was like you had two heads, the way he was looking at you. Pure confusion and focus, like he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it. It was probably the way he was holding your jaw, so soft and gentle and unlike how anyone else touched you. Maybe that was it, the fact that Frank had been the first person in over a decade to be kind to you, to look at you as something more than a creation. Like a person.

Maybe that’s why he kissed you back. You didn’t have a whole lot of experience with relationships like that, so maybe he was just doing you a favour so you wouldn’t melt into the floor from embarrassment. It felt like it took him years to kiss you back - was that even called a kiss? More like an accidental look that was a fraction too close for about three seconds. 

Either way, the fleeting moment was enough to have your entire perception change, and the blaring alarm suddenly stops, and you are forced to look over at him, the room now completely quiet.

He stands, taking a few steps off the centre platform, but still keeping his distance. God - he probably thinks your going to jump on him the second he comes over here. Every part of you heats with embarrassment at the probable rejection he’s trying to formulate in his head, and you both speak at the same time. 

“Listen, I-” He starts, not looking at you.

“I’m going to shower.” Spinning on your heels, the door slams behind you as you almost fly into the bathroom, delaying the inevitable.

As soon as you strip off and jump under the hot water, you hide your face in your hands. Even alone, you feel the need to hide from what just happened. He- Shit, you can’t even think about it. Usually you were so confident, there was nothing he could do that would shake you. Apparently, you were wrong, though, because all it took was about a second of him holding you and you were putty in his hands. As the soap and water cleaned away yesterday’s dirt, your hand drifted over the small part of your hip that his hand touched.

Just for a second, you close your eyes and let yourself think of a world where that would make sense. Where you would be able to let yourself admit how Frank Castle makes you feel, how every time he walks into a room you can’t help but gravitate toward him, how he makes you feel strong even though you don’t think you are. Where you would be able to grab him and kiss him the way you want, the way you haven’t even let yourself think about except when you are about to fall asleep.

But it wasn’t possible, not just because of everything that is happening with your brother and the Colonel, and your probable arrest in a few months, but it was impossible that he thought of you as anything other than a business partner.

A friend.

A bitter taste came on to your tongue when you thought any further past that. You remembered what happened to him, to his family. His wife, who’s ring he still wears around his neck every day. The last thing you would do is come between family. A love like that never leaves, you would be the one to know.

Finally gaining the courage to get out of the shower and get changed, you open the door to the bathroom quietly, but Frank hears it, and calls your name to the front room. He was staring at the computer, and as you came up behind him, you saw an intricate set of plans, blueprints and maps, some of them similar to the ones Agent Madani had shown you earlier that day.

“This is it.” He says, his voice quiet and eyes focused on the maps.

“Looks complicated.” He makes a noise of agreement, and the two of you are clearly happy for the distraction of planning your entries and exits. “What’s that?”

“I’m guessing they’ve hollowed it out, use it as a holding facility. They could get supplies down here-“ He points at a long chute, probably a service elevator shaft when the construction site was in use. “-and then bring in guys from the back, here.”

“Okay. So what way do we take?”

“The elevator shaft would drop us in closer, but we might lose our chance at the Colonel if he bails, okie we have to deal with any guards at some point. If we go in at the back, they’ll be waiting for us, but he can’t get out any other way, and we take them out before we get there.” He looks up at you for a second, and you see his eyes adjust to how close you were standing. You take a step back.

“We can’t lose him.” Frank nods, scrolling through more of the blueprints for the site. “We should go in the back. They’ll be ready, but at least we can expect that.”

Frank turns around fully in his chair, staring at you.

“What?”

“I must be a better teacher than I thought. Sounds like your learnin’ something.” You shove him and his chair goes sliding backward a little as he laughs. You look down at the ground, unable to help the smile that comes across your face at the sound of him. “We good?”

His head is hanging a little lower, and he’s looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Even if this was all you got of him, it would be good enough, you think to yourself. Any part of him, of whatever this thing was now, it was worth it for how it made you feel. You shrugged, a casual action you hoped would hide how very not casual you felt about it, and nodded.

“We’re good.”

“You hungry?” He stands up and lets the chair roll off behind him.

“Always.”

“Good. I’ll cook. You memorise this.” He waves a hand back towards the map, a whole bunch of entries and corners and weaving tunnels like a maze. It would take you hours, days even, to memorise all this, but time was all you had until you were both ready.

You sat down, preparing to start at the beginning and work your way through, but every time you tried to start, your eyes floated to the way Frank was standing in the kitchen, cooking something out of a pot.

This time, when you looked at him, you didn’t force yourself to look away.

[next chapter]

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:0 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest” and Taako, please??

35. “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

((50 ways to say "I love you" prompts here! Send some in!))

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Magnus didn't want to say anything about it, but to be completely frank, he was getting a little freaked out by Taako sitting so close. If there had been anything he had learned in the past few months, it was that Taako was like a territorial cat who only ever bothered you if he was hungry. And Taako would have said something if he was hungry. And he definitely wouldn't be near Merle, because last time he had complained about hunger to Merle, Merle had taken a handful of dirt from his pocket and offered it as a meal.

Magnus was worried about Merle, for different reasons, but now wasn't the time for that.

Point being is that Taako was sitting incredibly close to both him and Merle. Maybe something about the time loop shit had fucked him up more than he was letting on. He didn't look injured, at least. Magnus was trying not to look at him too much, or make eye contact, lest he scare Taako away, but it was hard. Trying to focus on carving this duck was even harder, but Merle kept talking to himself and Taako kept moving around and distributing the couch.

Magnus just wished he had roommates who could give him a second of peace.

"Alright," Merle said loudly. Magnus looked up. "Maggie isn't gonna say anything and I wasn't gonna say anything but like. You good?"

"Me?" Taako said. "Taako's great."

"You don't usually..." Merle scratched his beard, glancing at Magnus. Magnus didn't want to be having this conversation. Again, territorial cat and all that.

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako said. "In our dorm. If I had my own dorm, I'd be sitting in it."

"You've got your own room!"

"Taako can hang out if he wants," Magnus said.

"Yeah, but he's not usually this affectionate about it!" Merle said, throwing his hands up. "It's weirdin' me out, man!"

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako repeated. "You're- whatever, I don't care. I'm gonna enjoy my time in the living area I was given. You can get up if you're bothered by it."

"I'm not bothered by it!" Merle said. "You're just being weird."

"You're being weird," Taako sniped.

"This whole thing is weird," Magnus interrupted. "Taako can sit where he wants. Just please stop moving and talking and- and arguing or I'm going to my room."

"Feel free, homie," Taako said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Up to you," Merle said.

For a blissful one, maybe two minutes, Magnus had his silence back. And then Taako said,

"I'm just kinda fucked up about it, right?" Magnus looked up again. Taako had pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Like, usually we just almost die, but then we did die. A lot. And now I gotta like, talk to the grim reaper or whatever about it 'cus we broke his deal. And it's not like, a big thing, but death isn't my favorite topic, so uh."

"You're meeting with him again?" Magnus asked, setting aside his carving tools. Something in my mind whispered "you have to wait for the cat to approach you first" and he beat it back with a stick. Taako was a person, not a pet.

"Yeah," Taako said, peaking from beneath his hat.

"Want me to come with ya?" Merle offered.

"I can scare him away if I need to," Magnus said.

"No, it's fine," Taako said. "It's just weird. I don't wanna talk about death, I wanna talk about, like, recipes and shit. He seems like a good hang, so I wasn't gonna be like "hell no". But I'm kinda like, "hell no" anyway because there's fifty-fifty of me ending up in prison so."

"Just talk to him!" Merle said. "Doesn't have to be about death!"

"Kinda does," Magnus said. "Like, that's the whole meeting purpose."

"Get the boring stuff outta the way then," Merle said. "Listen, kid. I trust him. He seems like a chill dude."

"He tried to kill us," Magnus pointed out. "Also he got your arm chopped off."

"I remember someone with an ax coming towards me and it sure wasn't him, Magnus!"

"What am I supposed to say, though?" Taako interrupted. "Like, "Hey I know we're supposed to talk about me and my friends-"

"Aw, we're your friends!"

""-but I'd rather just hang out with you, if I'm being honest." Like, what?"

"I think that's pretty good actually," Magnus said. "You state your point pretty clear. Less death, more friendship, and all that."

"Yeah!" Merle said. "That's my life motto."

"Less death, more friendship?"

"No, the "that's pretty good actually"."

"I fucking hate both of you," Taako cackled, pulling his hat over his face to muffle his laughter. "This is the worst. I'm going back to my room!"

"But I've got so much more advice!" Merle exclaimed. "Is this gonna be like a date thing or a hang-out thing or what? 'Cus I've got more advice for the first one. My first date with my ex-wife-"

"The start of that sentence gives me all the information I wanna know, actually," Magnus butted in before it could get any worse. Taako was still hanging off the side of the couch, laughing so hard Magnus could hear him wheezing. "Thank you so much, Merle, we'll definitely come back to you on that."

"No, we won't!" Taako wheezed.

"No, we won't," Magnus agreed.

[kyuuppi]

“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣  You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣  Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣  He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do. 

➣  That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings. 

➣  Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea. 

➣  You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣  The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣  Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣  Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣  “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣  Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections. 

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor. 

➣  But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day. 

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear. 

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by. 

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!” 

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around. 

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room. 

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you. 

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support. 

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up. 

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely. 

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies. 

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap. 

➣ “Don’t do it though.” 

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak. 

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.” 

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission. 

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends. 

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person. 

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together. 

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating. 

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist. 

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up. 

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement. 

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired. 

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so. 

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first. 

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them. 

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.” 

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch. 

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys. 

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own. 

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.