#im going to be rowdy im going to be me. and as SOON as i can i am getting out of this fucking dress.

[orcelito]

Gave into temptation and Yeeted my mostly empty water bottle across the largely empty parking lot. No warning, just on the fringe of the group of family and friends chatting after the ceremony. The space was so open. The weight so throwable.

Threw that shit a good 50 ft, and then it Rolled. Definitely went further than I was expecting. & as my family was like "what the Fuck???" I had to run after it hfkshdj bc I don't wanna LITTER...

It felt good tho. Sometimes you just need to throw things.

[mononijikayu]

until i found you — ryomen sukuna.

"I figured you’d be into something more... aggressive music." you admitted, watching as he leaned back, arms crossed, listening intently. He scoffed. "What, you think I only listen to music that makes me wanna fight people?" "...Yes?" "Tch. Idiot." He turned his attention back to the music, tapping his fingers idly against his knee. "This one’s alright. But Tchaikovsky’s better." Your jaw dropped. "Wait, you like Tchaikovsky?" "Yeah? And what?" You shook your head in disbelief. "I just... I wouldn’t have guessed." "What, you think I don't have taste?" "I know you don’t have taste."

Genre: Alternate Universe — College! AU;

Warning/s: Short Fic, General Rating, AFAB! Reader, Use of She/Her, Use of Female Centered Identification, Pet Names (Babe, My Love, Etc), Romance, Fluff, Humour, Love, Comfort/No Hurt, Established Relationship, Lovers, Dating, Feeling, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Idiots In Love, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Healthy Relationship, Friendships, Profanity, Swearing, Violence, Depiction of Violence, Mention of Violence, Volleyball Captain! Sukuna, Boyfriend! Sukuna, Girlfriend! Reader;

Words: 8.6k words.

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IT WAS NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT LIKE EVERYONE THINKS IT IS.  Not all love stories were meant to be that, after all. But it was interesting nonetheless that it was how you got to know about him for the first time.

The first thing you heard from where you stood was that rather brutish hit of impact. A dull, sickening thud followed by a sharp grunt of pain.

The loud and rowdy crowd that had gathered near the school gate was already thick by the time you arrived. At the back where you stood, their voices a mix of eager whispers and nervous gasps.

A fight wasn’t uncommon near the school, there were quite a lot of delinquents in your school. Even the teachers were wanting to stay clear of it. But the sheer energy in the air told you this wasn’t just any fight. 

You pushed up on your toes trying to see above all these tall figures, craning your neck to see past the wall of uniformed backs. And that’s when you spotted him. Your eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sight you were seeing now. 

That pink haired standing tall above that guy.

His name escaped you, but you’ve heard of him. His name carried weight even in places he had never stepped foot in. If anything, it brought chills to people’s spines. The goosebumps were always felt just at the mention of his name, just as much as fear echoes when you catch his darkened eyes. You’ve never seen him before, that was for sure. But you’ve heard of him. And he had quite the name. 

This is what your friends were talking about. This is a delinquent in the purest sense—not the kind that smoked behind the gym and skipped class for fun, but the kind who sent people to the hospital and still walked away with that damned smirk on his face. And he was smirking now.

Even with the blood bellowing down on his lip, the brutally raw scrape on his knuckles ensuing through each punch, the loose tie hanging off his collar. You could tell he just really looked bored.

That had surprised you more than anything, if you were being honest. You thought that this would at least feel like a thrill for him. Violence usually feels like that. You would have thought a delinquent would feel that way.

Yet it was like he was toying with the guy in front of him, who was hunched over helplessly, clutching his ribs and struggling to breathe at the act of being beaten down by the fiend in front of him.

And still, it was the most uninteresting thing he’s ever found himself doing. This fuschia haired young boy seemed so bored at the prospect of this kid not being able to fight back, or be interesting.

“Oi.” Sukuna drawled, tilting his head as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You done already? That’s pathetic.”

The other guy barely managed to lift his head before the fuschia haired kid moved—fluid, effortless, the kind of speed that made it clear this wasn’t just some reckless brawl. His fist collided with the guy’s jaw, sending him staggering back into the school gate with a loud clang.

“I thought you’d have more fun fighting, huh? You were having so much fun staring at a girl’s skirt just a bit, weren’t you? Come on, you prick. Get up!” 

Somewhere in the crowd, someone flinched. 

Someone else muttered a curse under their breath.

And you—you just stared at what was happening in front of you.

It wasn’t just the violence that had you frozen. It was the way he carried himself, the sheer audacity in every motion. He wasn’t just winning. He was playing over and over again like it was a game, even if it wasn’t. Like a predator dragging out the inevitable just because he could. And he wanted to hunt, he wanted to eat the weak from down under his feet. 

Then, his scarlet gaze lifted.

For a single, breathless second, your eyes met.

A slow, deliberate shift came about him. It was like he had known you were watching the entire time but only now decided to acknowledge it. The corner of his mouth curled upward, something dark and knowing twisting in his expression.

He had noticed you.

A strange heat crawled up your spine, a mix of adrenaline and unease. You weren’t sure what unnerved you more. The fact that he had seen you, or the fact that you couldn’t look away.

 His gaze had been fleeting. It was just a flicker of recognition before he turned back to his opponent. Yet, the fight wasn’t over.

And for some reason, you got the feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time Ryomen Sukuna looked your way. The thought made something tighten in your chest. Then all that was left was a a sharp crack.

A dull, sickening thud as his beaten opponent hit the pavement, groaning in pain. You barely had time to process it as you held your breath, before someone beside you finally snapped out of their stunned daze.

“Someone there, please go and call the teachers to break up the fight!”

The voice jolted you back to reality. A murmur rippled through the crowd—some of the students were panicked, the others seemed to be too excited, some already pulling out their phones and calling help, some were taking a video. 

But that pink haired kid? 

He just laughed.

Low, rough, full of something almost thrilled as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, like the fight had barely warmed him up. The poor bastard groaned, barely managing to lift his head before slumping back down.

“You done?” he asked, gaze dropping to the guy on the ground.

The pink haired kid merely scoffed, brushing dust off his uniform before turning away, completely unbothered. Then his gaze flickered up again. Right at you. It barely lasted only a second. But it was intentional. Like he was acknowledging you. Marking you.

And just like that, with teachers finally rushing onto the scene, that kid with the pink hair turned on his heel and walked off, slipping through the growing chaos like he hadn’t just left another name to fear in his wake. You exhaled, stomach tight, fingers curled into your sleeves.

You should forget this. Forget him.

But you knew—deep down, you wouldn’t.

And something told you that he wouldn’t, either.

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YOU WERE SURE THAT THIS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR PEACEFUL TIME. After all, the school rooftop was supposed to be empty during lunch time. Lately, it has been your sanctuary after a long morning of back to back classes.

It was the one place you could escape to when the noise of everything became too much, when the dull routine of school felt suffocating. Up here, the wind was sharp, the air felt clearer, and for just a little while, you could be alone.

But today, someone else was here.

Someone wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet you can tell someone up there from just the slit of the door.

You quickly noticed him the moment you stepped through the rooftop door. It was a figure sprawled across the concrete near the fence, arms behind his head, one knee bent, the other leg lazily extended.

Even before you fully registered who it was, your body tensed, instincts screaming at you to retreat. But then your eyes landed on his face, and your breath caught in your throat. That kid from the fight on the first day.

Wait, what the hell? You think to yourself almost panicked. Why is he here?

You tried to remember his name for a moment, racking your brain.

That’s right! You gasped quietly to yourself. It’s Ryomen. Ryomen Sukuna. That’s what his name was!

Even asleep, he looked like trouble. His uniform was rumpled, the first few buttons undone, his tie discarded somewhere beside him. A faint cut graced his cheekbone. It seems to be fresh, like he had gotten into another fight earlier but couldn’t be bothered to clean up before crashing here. He must have been exhausted from the fight.

You should leave. You really should. The last thing you needed was to get caught in his orbit. But the thought of giving up your quiet retreat made frustration coil in your stomach. So, with careful, measured steps, you sat down a few feet away, placing your lunch in your lap and making sure to keep your movements silent. Maybe—just maybe—if you were lucky, he wouldn’t wake up.

You weren’t lucky. It happened in an instant. A low breath, a subtle shift. Then, his scarlet eyes snapped open. A cold, sinking weight settled in your chest as your gaze locked with his.

It was the first time you had ever seen his eyes up close. 

They weren’t just sharp, they were dangerous. It was like a blade that glinted under the light, beautiful in its lethality. There was no haze of sleep in them, no confusion. Just silent, unwavering awareness. A predator waking to find someone in its space. His gaze flicked over you, slow and deliberate, before settling back on your face.

“…...The hell are you staring at?” His voice was rough from sleep, low and edged with irritation.

You stiffened, fingers tightening around your chopsticks. Your brain scrambled for a response, something that wouldn’t make this worse. “…Nothing.”

His thick brow twitched. For a second, you thought he might call you out on your lie. But he seemed too tired to even care. Ryomen Sukuna let out a lazy scoff, stretching his arms over his head with a bone-popping crack before settling back down.

“Tch. Whatever.”

And just like that, he closed his eyes again.

You blinked. That was it?

No sneering remarks? No challenge?

The tension in your chest didn’t ease, but the kid didn’t seem to care about your presence anymore. Like you weren’t worth his energy. Like you were barely an afterthought.

The wind carried the distant sound of the school bell ringing in the distance, signaling the lunch break was halfway over. You forced yourself to exhale, slow and steady, before finally peeling open your lunch box.

Maybe, just maybe, you could still eat in peace.

But something told you this wasn’t the last time your paths would cross.

And that thought was far more unnerving than you wanted to admit.

You tried to ignore him.

Tried to focus on your lunch, on the way the wind ruffled your uniform, on the distant sounds of students laughing below. Anything but the fact that Ryomen Sukuna was still there, barely a few feet away, resting like he owned the entire rooftop.

But no matter how much you tried to tune him out from the background as you ate, the weight of his presence lingered. It was like a storm cloud on the horizon, waiting to crack open.

The silence just continued to stretch through the blowing winds. Then, you felt a shift. A quiet, subtle rustling of fabric as the fuschia haired kid turned his head slightly, cracking one eye open in your direction.

“You always eat up here?”

You faltered mid-bite. “Huh?”

His tone wasn’t particularly interested in what you were doing or why you were here, but the fact that he was speaking to you at all was… unsettling. Everything about this moment just felt too tense, it was making your stomach spin. A moment passed before you swallowed and forced yourself to respond. 

“…Yeah.” You finally whispered back at him.

Sukuna made a low sound—half amusement, half acknowledgment. “Tch. Thought so. You don’t look like the type to sit with all the other idiots down there.”

You frowned, unsure whether that was supposed to be an insult or not. But he didn’t elaborate. Instead, he shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow now, watching you with an unreadable expression. It made your skin prickle.

“…What?” you muttered, feeling the need to break the silence.

His smirk curled slow and lazy, like he was enjoying something only he understood. “Nothing.”

Liar. You think to yourself, gripping your chopsticks too hard. This kid…..

His scarlet gaze stayed on you for a second longer, then, without another word, he flopped back down, arms behind his head once more. A breeze passed between you, carrying the faint scent of metal and sweat. It was as though the remnants of whatever fight he had been in earlier bristles past you both.

You should have been relieved that he lost interest, that he wasn’t prying any further. But something about the way he had looked at you left an uneasy weight in your chest. As if, despite everything, despite the distance you had tried to keep.  He had just decided you were interesting.

You tried to keep eating, but your appetite had taken a hit. Something about the way Ryomen Sukuna had looked at you unnerved you. It was that look, that lazy, knowing, look. It was like he had already decided something about you. And that had more than ever made it hard to focus on anything else.

The rooftop had always been your place. 

It was your quiet retreat to begin with. 

But now, with him here, it felt different. 

Everything just felt like it was off-balance, occupied.

You stole a glance at him. He was still lying there, arms behind his head, eyes closed again like he hadn’t just made your skin crawl a moment ago. His breathing was steady, his expression unreadable, but you knew better than to think he wasn’t aware of everything around him.

He was too sharp for that. The last thing you wanted was to let him think he had you rattled, so you forced yourself to eat. One bite. Another. Just ignore him. You were going to finish with your meal soon enough.

You can go back and take a walk after this. You busied yourself with finishing the meal, letting the silence reign over. But the silence didn’t last long, as you would like to hope.

“So?”

You paused mid-chew, blinking. “What?”

Sukuna didn’t move. “How long are you gonna sit there pretending I don’t exist?”

You stiffened. His voice was laced with amusement, but there was something else underneath it. You couldn’t help but think that there was something unreadable in there. It was mysterious, it was a pandemonium you could never know escape from. It was like he remains that sphinx who wants your attention to solve his enigma.

“I’m not pretending about anything.” you muttered, keeping your gaze on your lunch.

“Yeah?” A soft chuckle, low and lazy. “Then why do you look so tense?”

Your chopsticks froze in place. You weren’t tense. Were you? That had made you sit still, even more frozen than before as you start to question yourself. Before you could answer, Ryomen Sukuna finally moved, rolling onto his side to look at you again. The way his sharp eyes dragged over you made your spine go rigid, and you hated that he noticed.

“Tch.” he scoffed. “You really don’t talk much, huh?”

You swallowed down your irritation. “I don’t see a reason to.”

That made him smirk. “Smart.”

You didn’t know why, but the word felt like a backhanded compliment. Then, as if he had already lost interest, he flopped back onto his back, exhaling like he had all the intention of that being his last breath to you. 

This whole interaction was nothing more than an afterthought to him. 

You should have been relieved all about it. 

But somehow, you just weren’t.

Because for some reason, Ryomen Sukuna’s presence lingered in your mind like a storm you couldn’t quite ignore. Even as you left that place, knowing he’d fallen back asleep, you found yourself in a quagmire of him. Your lips pressed into a line as you walked back into the hallways. You had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t the last time you’d find him up here.

And you were right to feel it. 

A few days passed.

And just as you feared, Ryomen Sukuna did in fact keep showing up.

The first time that happened, you thought it was a coincidence. Maybe he was just skipping class, maybe he liked the solitude too, though nothing about Ryomen Sukuna screamed quiet loner.

But by the fifth time, you knew better.

You pushed open the rooftop door one afternoon, lunch in hand, only to find him already there—again. This time, he was sitting up, arms resting on his knees, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily in the breeze.

You hesitated in the doorway. “That’s illegal for a kid to do, you know?”

“Does it matter?” He glanced at you, expression unreadable. “You’re late.”

Your grip tightened on your lunchbox. “I didn’t know we had a schedule.”

A lazy smirk pulled at his lips. “We do now.”

You didn’t respond, just walked past him and sat in your usual spot, a careful distance away. Ryomen Sukuna didn’t say anything after that, just went back to watching the sky, flicking ash from his cigarette with a slow, practiced motion.

It was almost peaceful, you would say. Well, almost. But even in silence, he was there, taking up space, shifting the air around him like gravity itself bent to his will. And you hated that you were starting to get used to it. It was starting to get a little bit more comfortable to you, the concept of being together.

Halfway through your meal, he spoke again. “What’s your deal?”

You blinked. “What?”

He turned his head slightly, looking at you with a lazy sort of curiosity. “You. You always eat alone, you don’t talk much, and you look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

You frowned, ignoring the prickle of irritation at how easily he had read you. “Maybe I just don’t like people.”

Sukuna chuckled, low and amused. “Yeah? Same.”

He flicked the cigarette away, watching the embers burn out as it hit the concrete. Then, before you could think of a response, he leaned back against the metal chain linked fence, stretching his arms out over the metal railing, and exhaled like he had just decided something.

“Guess I’ll keep you company, then.”

You nearly choked. “Excuse me?”

Sukuna grinned, sharp and cocky. “You don’t like people. I don’t like people. We can not like people together.”

You stared at him, searching for some kind of punchline, some hint that he was messing with you. But he just looked at you, completely at ease, like he had already made up his mind and your opinion didn’t matter. Something about that made your stomach twist.

You narrowed your eyes. “I didn’t ask for company.”

He shrugged. “Too bad. You’ve interested me.”

You frowned. Interested in him?

That wasn’t something you wanted. 

Not from Ryomen Sukuna.

Your chopsticks hovered over your lunch as you tried to pretend like his words didn’t bother you, but you could feel his scarlet gaze still on you—watching, studying. Like you were a puzzle he was in no rush to solve, content just to poke at the pieces and see what happened.

“That’s not my problem, Ryomen.” you muttered, stabbing a piece of food a little too aggressively.

Sukuna only chuckled, the sound low and amused. “You’re acting like you have a choice.”

That made your eye twitch. You set your chopsticks down with a quiet click, turning to finally face him. “I do have a choice.”

He smirked, head tilting slightly. “Do you?”

His confidence was infuriating. And you hated how smooth it was. You hated how he just knows he’s right.  He wasn’t asking you. You knew that. He was stating, dictating as if he had already decided the outcome, as if whatever you thought didn’t really matter. And that irritated you more than anything else.

“You can’t just show up here and declare that we’re friends or something.” you snapped.

Sukuna scoffed. “Who said anything about being friends?”

That threw you off. “…Then what the hell do you want?”

He grinned, sharp and wolfish, like he had been waiting for you to ask. “Dunno. You’re interesting. Thought I’d stick around and see what you do.”

Your stomach twisted at that.

Like you were some kind of entertainment.

God, how much you wanted to curse just now.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m not here to entertain you.”

Sukuna leaned back against the fence, completely unfazed. “Good. That’d be boring.”

You exhaled through your nose, trying to wick away the irritation bubbling under your skin. There was no point in arguing with him. The more you pushed, the more he seemed to enjoy it. So instead, you picked up your chopsticks and ignored him.

A breeze swept through the rooftop. Ryomen Sukuna didn’t speak again, but you could still feel his presence lingering beside you—heavy, unwavering, unmoving. It wasn’t a threat. Not exactly. But it wasn’t nothing, either.

And deep down, you had the unsettling feeling that no matter how much you resisted, no matter how much space you tried to put between yourself and him. Sukuna had already decided. And he wasn’t going anywhere. Just like that, that conversation was over.

You watched as Sukuna leaned back against the fence again, tilting his head up toward the sky, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just decided to insert himself into your space without permission. Like it was inevitable. And deep down, no matter how much you wanted to deny it as you ate your lunch, you had a feeling he wasn’t wrong.

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YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE NOT LET HIM DECIDE THIS ‘FRIENDSHIP’ YOU BOTH HAVE. You really should have known when to put your foot down. But you just really were not that good at getting it across as he has. This is why you were stuck in this situation. You glared as you sat there and decided that Ryomen Sukuna was an absolute menace.

Your new friend was someone who was a feared name across campus. A natural-born fighter. A troublemaker with a cocky smirk and a sharp tongue that could tear people apart just as effectively as his fists.

And yet, here he was irritating you to death with that smirk on his lips as he quipped you a new joke you absolutely hated. Here he was, sitting on the rooftop like some stray cat, drinking a strawberry milk carton and eating anpan like a child at recess.

You like to think that if he was just not making those annoying jokes and just sat down and let you watch him eat in silence, mayhaps you would be more mildly amused as he took slow sips of the sweet drink.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard, hm?” Sukuna said, voice full of that lazy, smug amusement that made your eyes twitch.

You didn’t respond. Just glared. Ryomen Sukuna, looking unfazed as always, took another obnoxiously slow sip of his strawberry milk, the straw making an irritating slurping noise that set your teeth on edge.

“Let me guess…..” he continued, tapping his chin in mock thought. “You’re wondering how the hell you got stuck with me, aren’t you?”

You set your lunch down with a sharp click and gave him a look. “I wasn’t wondering. I know exactly how. You forced it.”

Sukuna grinned. “Damn right, I did.”

You wanted to throw his anpan off the roof.

It was insufferable, how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed riling you up. Lately, it was like it was his new favorite pastime. And the worst part? You weren’t even sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he was just naturally this unbearable.

“You could, you know.” he mused, watching you with an almost amused curiosity.

You frowned. “Could what?”

He smirked. “Tell me to get lost. Put your foot down. Give me a real reason to leave.”

Your fingers clenched slightly, grip tightening around your chopsticks. He was daring you. Testing you. He wanted to see if you’d actually do it. And the problem was—you should. You really should. But the words wouldn’t come out.

Because despite how much he irritated you, despite how much you wanted to not be in this situation… there was a part of you that knew: Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just a delinquent. He wasn’t just a troublemaker or some violent, cocky bastard who liked to fight. 

You knew that he was a force of nature, one that has overwhelmed you more than anything else. And trying to push him away was like trying to tell a storm to stop blowing. So instead of answering, you just scowled and turned back to your food, hoping he’d drop it.

Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip of his drink. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Menace. Absolute menace.

You were never getting rid of him.

And worst of all? You weren’t even sure if you wanted to anymore.

You could only sigh as the long reach of his fingers lazily crinkled the carton. The contrast between his usual rough demeanor and this absurdly peaceful moment never failed to amuse you. More often than not, after these little breaks, he would stretch his legs out, lean against the railing, and pass out. Like clockwork.

And somehow, without either of you ever talking about it, it became a routine. You would sit beside him, pretending to read or scroll through your phone, only to glance at him as he inevitably dozed off, arms crossed, head tilting slightly to the side.

There were times when he’d wake up with a soft mutter. "Well, well, well. You’re still here, aren’t you?"

And you would always reply the same way. "Well, yeah. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t roll off the roof and die."

At first, he just scoffed at you. 

But over time, it changed.

The thanks he used to mutter under his breath became a little clearer. The hesitation in his voice lessened. And then there were the nights when he wasn’t just tired—he was beat. Bruised knuckles, scuffed knees, a split lip that he’d wipe with the back of his hand as if it was nothing.

You had quietly started bringing bandages for him from time to time. The first time you handed him some, he stared at them like you had just offered him a kidney. It was really a pitiful sight, that look in his eyes, both of you knew that.

And yet all at once, it was interesting. That warmth you never expected to see in his eyes. One that he had never expected to feel, one that you had never expected to know.

“Don’t need ‘em right now.” he muttered.

You just stared back. “Sure you don’t.”

He clicked his tongue, but after a moment, he snatched them from your hand anyway. “Tch. You’re so damn nosy.”

That continued for a while. And somehow, that too evolved. At some point, mealtime got involved. It started with him watching you eat one day, his gaze flicking between you and your food like he was debating whether or not to ask.

“You want some?” you finally said, raising an eyebrow.

He scoffed. “No.”

Not even five minutes later, his gaze still hadn’t left your food.

You sighed. “You’re a terrible liar, goddamn. All you eat is anpan. Of course you want this.”

“Shut up.”

You ended up splitting your lunch with him that day. At times, you realized he had a bigger appetite. So you pack more and more, so you both can share more food to last you the day for energy. 

You thought it would be a one off thing, but then you kept packing more and more every day. And then the next. And then the day after that. And somehow, before you even realized it, lunch breaks together on the school rooftop became another routine, like a picnic made for the two of you. Some days, you’d talk about random things between bites.

"Have you ever thought about how weird the school anthem is? Like, who wrote that?"

"Probably some dead guy, stop overthinking it." He snickers, eating the lunch you made for him. 

On the other mundane days, you’d find yourselves caught up in a very serious competition over stolen playing card games he brings to school. Well, card games he finds somewhere you didn’t even want to think about.

"You pocketed these off a junior?" you asked in disbelief, shuffling the deck.

Sukuna smirked, leaning back against the railing. "Dumbass lost a bet."

"You bullied a much younger kid for this?"

"Tch. He knew the stakes."

You shook your head but still dealt the cards. 

Because at this point, why not?

So, you just go with this flow, yeah.

The feared, notorious Ryomen Sukuna was a force to be reckoned with. But somehow, between all the rooftop naps, strawberry milk cartons, late afternoon bandages, and card games, you had carved out a space in his life. And whether he admitted it or not, he didn’t really mind.

And it’s even more weirdly freaky that you and Sukuna ended up sharing a habit of listening to music whenever you had free time. You had your own preferences, of course, but one day, when you passed him one of your earbuds, you were shocked to realize that he actually liked classical music.

"I figured you’d be into something more... aggressive music." you admitted, watching as he leaned back, arms crossed, listening intently.

He scoffed. "What, you think I only listen to music that makes me wanna fight people?"

"...Yes?"

"Tch. Idiot." He turned his attention back to the music, tapping his fingers idly against his knee. "This one’s alright. But Tchaikovsky’s better."

Your jaw dropped. "Wait, you like Tchaikovsky?"

"Yeah? And what?"

You shook your head in disbelief. "I just... I wouldn’t have guessed."

"What, you think I don't have taste?"

"I know you don’t have taste."

He flicked your forehead. That was the day you realized Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just a brutish boy. If anything, he actually had opinions on things outside of fighting and being a bad boy. And, as it turned out, music wasn’t the only thing.

One afternoon, while you were sitting on the rooftop as usual, Ryomen Sukuna casually pulled out a book and flipped it open, acting like this was completely normal. Your whole mouth was agape to the floor, you were sure of that.  

You blinked. "You read?"

He shot you a deadpan look. "No, I just stare at pages for fun."

You rolled your eyes, watching as he turned the page with the ease of someone who had definitely done this more than once. "...What’re you reading?"

"Something you wouldn’t get."

You raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

Instead of answering, he tossed the book at you. 

You barely caught it before flipping to the cover.

"...I’ve never heard of this one."

"Figures." he smirked, leaning back against the railing. "You read the boring stuff."

You scoffed. "Excuse me, but I read classics."

"Exactly. Boring."

You gasped, clutching your chest in mock offense. "Oh how dare you?"

He snickers. “I’ll lend you my books, don’t worry. Now sit down and break my ear from your screaming.”

“Oh shut up!”

From then on, lending each other books became a thing. Sometimes, it was casual. Other times, it turned into heated debates over themes, characters, and why the hell Ryomen Sukuna thought the antagonist was right.

But the best part?

Every time he lent you a book, you always found little notes scribbled in the margins—much or less half of them insightful, half of them just him being an ass.

("This guy’s an idiot. Don’t be like him.")

("Bet you didn’t see that twist coming, nerd.")

("I already know you’re gonna argue with me about this part, so don’t even start.")

And you did argue.

But somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

What started as a random book exchange had slowly become something bigger. It wasn’t just about lending each other books or debating over plot twists anymore. It was the way you’d catch Ryomen Sukuna leaning back in his chair, flipping through a book you’d recommended, his brow furrowed in thought.

Or the way he’d glance at you while you read one of his books, waiting for your reaction whenever you hit a major plot point. It was subtle, but it was there. And the teasing, of course, never stopped. You caught him very obviously staring at you while you were finishing one of his books.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Something on my face?”

He smirked. “Nah, just wondering if you finally get why I was right.”

You huffed, snapping the book shut. “You’re not right.”

“I am.”

“You aren’t!”

“Okay, okay.” he drawled, stretching his arms over his head. “Let’s hear it then, Professor. Enlighten me.”

You scooted closer, pointing aggressively at a passage in the book. “Alright, listen, in this part—”

And that was how you both spent an entire afternoon, passionately arguing over fictional characters like it was a life-or-death situation.

Then came the day you discovered something else. Something about yourself.

And all it took was another day, another afternoon spent on the rooftop.

The sun was warm but not unbearable, the breeze just strong enough to rustle your hair as you leaned against the railing. Beside you, Sukuna sat cross-legged, nursing his beloved cold and fresh strawberry milk carton like it was some kind of divine nectar.

He tilted his head back, taking a long sip before letting out a very satisfied sigh. “Damn, this never gets old.”

You side-eyed him. “You sound like an old man reminiscing about his youth.”

“Tch.” He shot you a lazy smirk. “Better an old man than a nerd who stays up all night studying.”

You gasped, dramatically clutching your chest. “How dare you insult my commitment to academia?”

Sukuna chuckled, reaching into his pocket before casually pulling out a deck of cards. “Alright, nerd. Put your commitment to good use and try to beat me today.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you cheat at this?”

He raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Would I ever?”

“Yes.”

Before he could retort, the rooftop door slammed open, and a very familiar, very exasperated voice rang out. “There you are!”

Both of you turned to see one of your classmates panting at the doorway, hands on their knees.

They pointed an accusatory finger at you. “You skipped the study group!”

Sukuna turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh? Nerd’s skipping study group? Scandalous.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “It’s one session.”

“You never skip.” Your classmate shot a pointed glance at Sukuna, then back at you, suspicion creeping into their features. “Wait. Are you guys dating?”

You froze. “H–huh? What the—”

Ryomen Sukuna—because he was Ryomen Sukuna—immediately grinned like the menace he was.

“Damn, caught in the act, babe.” he drawled, draping an arm over your shoulder. “Guess the secret’s out.”

You smacked his arm away, face heating up. “Oh my god, shut up!”

Your classmate screeched. “You didn’t deny it—”

“BECAUSE HE’S AN IDIOT!” you practically shouted, shoving Sukuna off as he cackled at your suffering.

“Uh-huh.” they said, clearly not convinced. “I’m telling everyone—”

Sukuna smirked. “Go ahead. Maybe then everyone will finally stop flirting with her and I won’t have to glare at every idiot who tries.”

Your classmate’s jaw dropped. “Oh we’re at that level now, huh?”

You, on the other hand, were about two seconds away from exploding. “SUKUNA—”

“Tch, what? I’m just saying what we both know.”

“WE BOTH KNOW NOTHING.”

But even as you yelled at him, he just leaned back, smug as ever, sipping the last of his strawberry milk like he hadn’t just casually dropped a bomb on you and everyone with his stupid conversations.

And somehow, despite the absolute chaos he always brought into your life, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You would choose to be by his side if you were given the choice. Both you knew it too.

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HE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT IT WOULD GO THIS FAR. But he doesn’t think he can enjoy going to school without seeing you on the rooftop with him. This is what entices him to even want to go to school. Slowly but surely, Ryomen Sukuna began to enjoy himself in your presence like this. 

At first, it was subtle. So subtle that even he barely noticed it. The way his shoulders loosened when he was around you. The way his scowl softened when you teased him. The way he didn’t mind sharing his space, his food, his time with you.

Slowly but surely, he found himself eager for your attention more and more. It started with little things. Like how he’d glance at you first when he finally made a really good joke, just to see if you were laughing.

Or how, even in a crowded room, his eyes instinctively sought you out. How he’d nudge you with his knee when he was bored, just to get you to acknowledge him.

It was annoying. This thing he felt whenever you weren’t near. But you were the only true constant he had, you were the only one that he could find as permanence in the life lived with change. The only one who hadn’t turned away. The only one who didn’t look at him like he was some monster.

And one day, that thought made him stop in his tracks.

You weren’t looking at him badly at all.

You never had, even when you first met him.

Which made no damn sense.

One late afternoon, as you sat together on the rooftop, the sky a deep shade of blue hour in its peak indigo, Ryomen Sukuna found himself blurting out the question that had been gnawing at him for weeks.

“…Why do you stay by my side?”

You looked up from your book, blinking at him. “Huh?”

“I don’t get it.” He leaned back, arms crossed, frowning. “Why the hell do you hang around me? Everyone else either avoids me or wants something from me. But you just—”

"What?" You asked him.

He scowled, struggling to find the right words. “You just stay.”

You tilted your head, smiling slightly. “Because you’re interesting.”

He stared at you like you had grown a second head. “That’s your reason?”

“Yup.”

Sukuna scoffed. “You saw me beat a guy half to death on the first day.”

You laughed, shrugging. “But didn’t you do that because he was looking under a girl’s skirt?”

He paused at your words.

Suddenly, it was just a click.

Something in his chest clicked in place.

He hadn’t even thought about it back then. It wasn’t like he had done it to be some noble hero, he just didn’t like creeps. It was as simple as that. But the fact that you saw it that way? That you had been watching him just as closely as he had been watching you?

It made his ears burn hot red.

“Tch.” He looked away, clicking his tongue. “Still dumb of you to stick around for that.”

You grinned, nudging his arm. “Nah. I think I made a pretty good choice. I mean there were other things that came with that.”

And damn it, he hated how much he liked hearing that.

From that moment on, something shifted between you and Sukuna. Well, at least for him. He wouldn’t say it out loud—not yet, at least—but he had stopped questioning why you stayed. Maybe it was because you weren’t afraid of him. 

Maybe it was because you always had a way of looking at him that made him feel like he wasn’t just some guy people feared. Maybe it was because, for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like he had to prove himself to someone. You were just there.

And somehow, that was enough for him.

But of course, he wasn’t about to get all sappy about it.

He doesn’t dare be that loud about it.

“Alright, genius.” He leaned back, arms crossed, watching you scribble some scientific formula on your massive notepad. “If I’m so interesting, what’s the most interesting thing about me?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “You pretend to be meaner than you are.”

Sukuna scoffed. “Tch. Pretend?”

“Mhm.” You smirked. “You act like you don’t care, but you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You literally gave that stray cat your milk carton last week, Sukuna.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re still on about that?”

“Because it was cute, wasn’t it?” you teased, grinning. “You wanted to take it home with you and nurse it back to health!”

“I will throw you off this rooftop.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Try me.”

And maybe it was the way you were always ready to challenge him, the way you never backed down. Maybe it was the way you could see through him like no one else ever had. Either way, Ryomen Sukuna was doomed.

He was already losing the battle.

Because as much as he’d never admit it, he liked that you stayed.

He liked that you were there with him.

It wasn’t often that Ryomen Sukuna hesitated, that in itself was a fact to everyone you dare ask. But in the moment after that as he watched you continue to scribble on your notepad, he found himself struggling even more. He couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t the type to second-guess himself, to stall, or to act shy about something he wanted. When he set his sights on something, he took it, it was as simple as that. But now, as he sat beside you as he watched you, hands shoved in his pockets, lips pressed together in an almost pout, he looked… hesitant. Which was weird.

You tilted your head. “What’s up with you, Sukuna? You were just fine earlier. I mean you were alright with the banter. Now you’re stunned to silence again.”

Sukuna clicked his tongue, eyes flickering away. “It’s nothing.”

“Liar.” You snickered, not looking up at him. “You don’t lose your words with it being nothing.”

His furrowed brows twitched, and you could see the gears turning in his head. He wanted to say something. You just had to be patient. “…I’m gonna try out for the volleyball team.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, really?”

He gave a slow nod, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah. I just….thought I need a new leaf.”

“Well, that’s good on you, Sukuna! Less fights, more rights—but on court!”

“Hey, I’m left handed!”

You giggled. “Just kidding.”

And now that you really looked at him, you noticed the way his fingers fidgeted slightly at his sides, how his usual sharp expression was replaced by something almost… uncertain. You could see the red echo all over his face and neck and even his ears.

That was when it hit you.

He wanted to ask you to come.

He wanted you there.

You opened your mouth, but before he could get a single word out, you grinned and butted in. “I’ll be there.”

Sukuna blinked. “Huh?”

“You were gonna ask me to come, right?” You nudged him playfully. “So, yeah. I’ll be there. Front row seat.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, lips parting slightly like he was searching for some kind of response. Then, he scowled, clicking his tongue. “Annoying.”

You laughed. “You love it.”

“Debatable.” But despite his grumbling, you swore you saw the corners of his lips twitch into the smallest smile.

And just like that, Ryomen Sukuna, someone who never asked for anyone’s approval had finally found something he wanted even more than volleyball. He wanted you to see him win. He wanted to see you there when he got his uniform and his place on the team.

“You’re really cute right now, do you know that?”

“Huh? Who are you callin’ cute?”

“Sukuna, give me back my notepad, you tall jerk!”

“Reach for it, shorty!”

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epilogue

It started as a normal post-practice dinner, like it always was. It was normal, meaning loud and chaotic thanks to Gojo and Geto and how they roped Yuuji into their antics. The seven of you were packed into your usual corner booth, plates stacked high, drinks half-empty, and conversation buzzing with easy banter.

Then Itadori Yuuji—bless his pure, curious heart—asked the question that sealed Sukuna’s fate. “So… how did you guys even meet?”

You paused, chopsticks mid-air. “Oh, uh…. What do you wanna know?”

The bright-eyed junior smiled at you. “As much as you wanna say, senpai!”

Captain Ryomen Sukuna, who had just taken a bite of pork cutlet, froze. He slowly chewed, scarlet eyes darting toward you like he was calculating whether he should trust you with the answer. Big mistake.

Gojo immediately leaned in. “Oh-ho-ho, now this I wanna hear.”

Geto grinned, leaning back at the white haired vice-captain. “Yeah, you guys never really told us the full story.”

Megumi groaned. “And you really don’t need to.”

Nanami merely sighed, but there was a tiny flicker of interest in his otherwise indifferent expression. You turned to your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna with the smuggest look ever. He turned to you, panicked and horrified.

You smirked. “Wanna tell them, my love?”

His eyes twitched. “I hate when you say it like that, so damn mischievous.”

Gojo gasped, delighted. “Wait. You call senpai babe, but she can’t call you babe? Oh my god. This is so good.”

Sukuna shot him a deadly glare. “Do you want me to stab you with my chopsticks? And again, we talked about this. I like being called my love by my girl or nothing.”

"Aw, I'm your girl?"

"I'm going to sleep on the couch later with your stuffed bunny."

"My love, that's just cruel!" You pouted.

His eyes falters as he lowers his head and blushes. "Goddamn it."

Megumi snickers, leaning back. "Are we just gonna skip over the captain liking bunny plushies?"

Sukuna looks up. "I'm going to throttle you."

Gojo shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried.”

Geto snorted, turning to you. “Anyway, go on and spill, senpai!”

You grinned at him, leaning into the table. “We met in middle school. Sukuna was a menace.”

Sukuna scoffed. “Was?”

“Fine, is.”

Megumi muttered, “Glad we’re acknowledging it, senpai.”

Ignoring them, you continued, “The first time I saw him, he was absolutely wrecking some guy in a fight.”

Yuuji choked on his drink. “HUH???”

Megumi sighed. “Of course senpai was a delinquent.”

“But, but—” You raised a finger. “The guy was really horrible. Sukuna saw that he was looking under another junior’s girl’s skirt and it was making the girl feel horrible, so he jumped in and he started a fight.”

Gojo cackled. “Oh my god, senpai! You saw him commit to beating a guy in a fight and thought, ‘wow, what a prince.’”

Sukuna groaned, dropping his forehead onto the table. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

You patted his back, grinning. “He didn’t get into fights without reason, don’t worry! Anyway, I stuck around. And before he knew it, he couldn’t get rid of me.”

Sukuna grumbled, “Yeah, you were annoying.”

“Were?”

He sighed, already regretting his entire existence. “Fine. Are.”

Yuuji grinned. “So basically… you made the first move?”

Sukuna sat up, looking deeply offended. “No.”

Nanami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, suddenly added, “You were the one who asked senpai to come to your volleyball tryouts.”

Sukuna turned to him, betrayed. “I thought you didn’t get involved in stupid conversations, Nanami.”

“I don’t.” Nanami set his cup down calmly. “But this is funny.”

Gojo howled. “Oh, this is fantastic. Loverboy Ryomem Sukuna actually invited senpai first! Was, he blushing, senpai?”

You grinned. “Hm, he was!”

Geto smirked. “You know what that means, right? That means you made the first move, cap!”

“I DID NOT.”

“You definitely did, captain.” Megumi muttered.

You grinned, resting your chin on your palm. “Face it, my love. Like it or not, you love me with everything you’ve got.”

Sukuna grumbled, looking away, ears red. “Tch. Tolerate is a better word.”

But the way he let you lean against him, the way his fingers brushed against yours under the table?

Yeah, you grinned.

You knew the truth.

And that’s why Sukuna was suffering.

Physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

All because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

And he loved you for it, more than anything.

Gojo and Geto were thriving off his pain, Megumi looked like he wanted to die just by being associated with this conversation, and Nanami, the one person who usually had self-control, had actually joined in on roasting him.

Worst of all? You were sitting there, all smug and grinning, as if you weren’t the reason his dignity was being publicly executed.

"Okay, okay." Yuuji laughed, leaning forward eagerly. "So when did you two actually start dating? Who said I love you first?"

Sukuna groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why are we still talking about this?"

"Because it's hilarious, captain!" Gojo said, sipping his drink with a shit-eating grin.

"You guys are acting like this is some historical event!" Sukuna muttered.

"You being in a relationship is basically a historical event, you know that, right?" Megumi deadpanned.

Nanami somewhat agreed. “It’s hard to know how to keep you settled, captain.”

“That’s going to earn you both more burpees!”

You giggled, reaching over to flick Sukuna’s ear. “Come on, tell them how you said it first.”

Sukuna scowled at you. “I didn’t say it first.”

"You so did, huh?" Geto smirked, drumming his fingers on the table.

Sukuna shot him a murderous glare. "No, I didn't."

"You absolutely did." you chirped, grinning.

Gojo perked up like he lived for this drama. "Wait, wait, wait—so the captain said I love you first?! Oh, this is damn gold."

Nanami took a sip of his drink, looking mildly interested. "How did this happen?"

Sukuna crossed his arms, looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. "It was not a confession. It was—"

"A moment of weakness?" Megumi guessed dryly.

"A lapse in judgment?" Geto suggested.

"A divine miracle?" Gojo threw in, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, looking at you like you were his final lifeline. He then looked at the other boys. “Multiple running laps on Monday.”

You, of course, were having too much fun. "Oh, it was so cute."

Sukuna groaned. "I swear to god—"

"Okay, okay!" You laughed, waving your hand. "I'll tell the story."

Sukuna immediately collapsed onto the table in defeat. “Jesus Christ—”

"So, one night after one of his games, Sukuna was exhausted—”

"As one is after carrying an entire team, mind you." Sukuna muttered.

You ignored him. "And he was so tired, he wasn’t really thinking before he spoke."

Gojo gasped dramatically. "The captain? Not thinking before he speaks? Shocking!"

You continued, undeterred. "So we were just sitting there, and I handed him a drink, and he just sighs and goes, ‘Man, I love you.’"

An echo of sudden silence.

Then the entire table erupted into chaos.

"NO. WAY." Yuuji nearly choked on his drink.

"AND IT WAS CASUAL? JUST LIKE THAT?" Gojo cackled.

"Disgusting." Megumi muttered, sipping his drink like he wasn’t deeply entertained.

Geto wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Damn. Our boy is whipped."

Sukuna, face fully buried in his hands, groaned. "I was tired!"

Nanami, who was enjoying himself far too much, nodded. "Ah. So it was an accidental confession."

You giggled, patting Sukuna’s back. "And then when I stared at him, all shocked, he tried to walk it back and was like, ‘Wait, no, I didn’t mean—’"

Sukuna slammed his forehead on the table. "I HATE YOU."

"Love you too, my love." you cooed sweetly, kissing his cheek.

Gojo nearly fell out of his chair laughing. "OH MY GOD, CAPTAIN! YOU’RE A LOSER."

Yuuji wiped tears from his eyes. "Man, I love this."

Megumi sighed. "This has been the worst meal of my life."

"Best meal of my life." Geto grinned.

Nanami sighed. "This shit makes me want a girlfriend."

Sukuna looked up, glaring at everyone. "I regret ever meeting you all."

"You love us." Gojo said, waving him off.

"No. I love her. Even if she's a fucking menace." Sukuna jabbed a finger at you. "I tolerate the rest of you."

You beamed, leaning into his side. "See? That was an intentional confession."

Sukuna groaned as the table roared with laughter again. “Why are we going through life like this?”

You smiled at him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "I love you!"

Okay, maybe tonight was worth it.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

wisdom teeth

words: 1.1k

warnings: dentist, blood

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“ma’am?” the voice rings through the waiting area. your head shoots up, realizing that she must be talking to you.

“hi, how is he?” you question, slinging your purse over your shoulder and pocketing your phone.

“the procedure went completely fine. we are trying to place the gauze in his mouth now but he keeps insisting on seeing you.” the receptionist says, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“oh!” you say, eyebrows raising. 

“follow me, please.” she says, leading you back further into the building.

“he’s being quite rowdy, isn’t he?” you ask, able to hear through the shut door the incessant questions, asking where you are, asking why you aren’t with him.

“some patient react differently to the anesthesia. it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, so don’t be embarrassed, doll.” the receptionist assures you, opening the door and letting you into the post op room.

“baby! there’s my baby!” rafe says, his hair a mess over his forehead, blood dry and crusted on his chin.

“hey, rafey.” you say calmly, hoping your relaxed attitude will influence him to calm down. “i’m right here, honey.”

you cross to his bed, glancing briefly at the dental assistants, one who looks annoyed that their clean up is taking so long, but the other gives you a sweet smile.

“you’re so pretty.” rafe slurs. “i love you.”

“i love you too, honey.” you coo, taking his hand, still slightly limp, in yours. “you have to let the nice women help you though. they’re here to clean you up for me.”

“you gonna kiss me when im all clean?” rafe asks, his lower lip pouting out.

you nod. “gently though, baby.”

“what did they do to me?” rafe questions, now sitting still as the nurses wipe away the blood on his chin.

“they just took your wisdom teeth out. they were hurting you but you’ll feel all better now.” you explain softly, petting his hand and arm to calm him as the nurses continue to rub at the dried mess.

“open your mouth.” the mean looking nurse says, her voice too stern for your liking, but before you can speak up, rafe turns to her, a look of fury in his eyes.

“i will not open my mouth for you. i only do what my baby tells me to do, so fuck off.” “rafe, oh my god!” you shout as the sweet nurse cracks up. “watch your language.” “i’m sorry, but this girl was trying to flirt with me! she wanted me to open my mouth for her, can you believe that?” rafe asks, his eyes flickering between looking softly at you and glaring at the assistant.

“they just want to put some gauze in your mouth. open up and let them, sweetie.” “fine.” rafe hums, his brow scrunched together as he turns back to the nurse. “i will because my baby asked me to, not for you.”

you shake your head but smile when rafe opens his mouth, allowing them to finish cleaning up. you stay next to his bed, holding his hand firmly in yours.

“can i be alone with my baby now?” he asks them as the nice assistant tells rafe he can close his mouth now.

“we recommend waiting at least a half hour until the anesthesia wears off a bit more before trying to get him out to the car. we can leave you two in here, but try not to let him talk too much, it’s only going to cause his mouth to bleed more.” “that’ll be hard, but i’ll try. thank you.” you nod to them as they leave the room.

“rafey, be quiet for me, okay baby?” you tell him, sitting down on the side of the bed, stroking your hand through his hair to smooth it out over his forehead, back in its proper place on either side of his part.

“but i want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you and how much i wanna marry you one day and how much i lov-” “thank you, rafe.” you cut him off. “you can tell me all that real soon, but for now you have to be quiet so your mouth can heal, mmkay?”

“fine, i’ll stop talking. but you did promise me a kiss.” rafe says, and then dramatically shuts his mouth before puckering his lips.

“a gentle one.” you remind him, leaning forward and pressing your lips as softly as you can against his, putting your hands on his chest to stop rafe from leaning forward and deepening the kiss.

you pull away, but before rafe can open his mouth to complain, you kiss along his cheeks, then forehead, covering his face in soft presses of your lips to keep him happy and calm.

you tuck your chin into the crook between his shoulder and neck, stroking your hand over his chest as you cuddle up to him. “i’ll talk to you to keep you entertained, yeah?” rafe nods, nuzzling into your hair. you begin to whisper stories into his ear, anything you can remember to pass the time. tales your mother told you when you were little, or recapping movies that you’ve watched enough times to remember the plot clearly.

theres a knock on the door as you straighten up, calling out for the assistant to come in. she enters the room with a wheelchair. “time to go!” “yes.” rafe says, pumping his fist in excitement. “did you here that baby? its time to go.”

“i did, rafey. remember we are supposed to be quiet though.”

“thats right.” rafe nods. “im letting my mouth heal.”

the nurse laughs gently, wheeling the chair towards the bed. rafe is able to get into it pretty much without your help, but sends the assistant a glare when she tries to push the wheelchair.

“you’re gonna take me someplace without my baby again?”

“no, honey, she’s just helping us get to the car. and then i’m gonna take you home.” you explain softly, moving to walk ahead of the wheelchair so rafe can keep you in his sight.

“we live together?” rafe asks as you help him into the passenger side seat of the car.

“we do.” you remind him, taking the buckle and strapping it across his chest. you thank the assistant, who tells you again what rafe can and can’t do over the next 24 hours, before bidding you both farewell. 

you carefully shut rafes door before rounding the other side of the car. you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before putting the car into drive, thankful that its a short way home so you can get rafe laying and relaxing again soon.

you click the radio on, but rafe frowns and shuts it off. 

“whats wrong baby?” you question. “don’t want to listen to music?” “no.” rafe shakes his head, an adorable pout on his lips. “i want to hear more of your stories.”

you let out a soft laugh before conceding. “of course baby.”

[puppykatz]

pls write some fluff w dani and gn!reader

12:00AM ‹𝟹

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; daniela avanzini x gn reader.

summary ‎::: you and dani have been in the talking stage for a couple weeks now, but new years might be the final push you two need.

warnings ‎::: reader gets a little overstimulated, but that's it !!

note... a week late for new years bc im a slow writer.. and the intro reads a tad rushed bc i had a rough time figuring out how to make the transition smooth :[ im very sorry!! (also i am in fact working on some other requests rn! ty guys sm for your patience ^.^)

dani smiled, greeting everyone excitedly whilst they cheered over her arrival. you stood behind her nervously, yours hands intertwined, giving a meek smile along with small waves to the few people who noticed and welcomed you in.

you were dani's plus one to a new years gathering, and to say you were anxious was an understatement; this was the first time you were meeting any of her friends in person. you'd talked to a few of them interchangeably a couple times, when they'd burst into her room while the two of you were calling or texting. you'd talked the most to manon, seeing as she's dani's roomate, and often entertained you whenever dani stepped away for a little during one of your calls.

it wasn't long before two of you were pulled away into watching an on-going uno match, as it was the crowd's current main focus.

eventually, that game ended, and a second one started—but unfortunately, you had been eliminated pretty early on, and since everyone else was busy continuing on with the game, you'd figured it'd be okay to step out onto the balcony for a few as it had gotten a little rowdy due to all the +2s.

what you didn't realize, was that dani had gotten eliminated as well, and noticed you leaving. she frowned, wondering if something happened that upset you. to not draw any attention to you or her, she stood up quietly, following you out onto the balcony.

“yn?” she called out, softly shutting the balcony door behind her. you greeted her, smiling sheepishly as she stood next to you. “are you alright?”

“yeah. it was just kind of.. loud.”

she inched closer to you, taking your hands in hers. “we can leave if you want.”

you shook your head profusely, “no, i'm okay. really.” you gave her hands a light squeeze as affirmation, your heart warming up at the fact that she seemed so genuinely concerned.

she opened her mouth to say something else, immediately being cut off by ruckus from within the house; everyone had paused the game and begun counting down. “it's 12:00 already?” she muttered, unconsciously fiddling with your hands.

as soon as the countdown got to one, your eyes were fixated on the sky, cheerfully watching all the different fireworks go off. dani, on the other hand, had her gaze fixated on you; admiring how pretty you looked with all the firework colors lighting up your face.

“can i kiss you?” her voice was barely over a whisper, as if it was a thought that wasn't meant to be said aloud.

you whipped your head to look at her, immediately being met with her gaze; the sweetest, love-filled doe eyes you'd ever seen staring back at you. she was a lot closer than you remembered, yet you were unsure if you had even heard her correctly.

“please?” hearing her plea made your stomach flip, and you couldn't help but nod giddily.

you couldn't even get a second nod in before her lips were on yours, her hand traveling up to caress your cheek while the other tugged you closer by the hem of your shirt. the kiss was slow, her lips moving against yours passionately, though delicately, as if she were afraid to hurt you or possibly scare you away.

she let go of your shirt, bringing her other hand up to hold your face fully. your knees wobbled, feeling her smile into the kiss. “already falling for me?”

you barely had the chance to respond before a knock on the balcony door startled you two apart.

“we're.. starting uno round three.. or are you guys too busy?” manon smiled innocently at the two of you, clearly planning all the different ways she'd tease dani about this later.

dani bashfully muttered a response, entwining your hands again and following manon back inside, bringing you along with her.

── 𖹭 ──

for the rest of the night, dani hovered around you; her hand never left yours and the smile on her face never faded once. the kiss had seemingly boosted her confidence, as she'd started openly using pet names for you. she'd also gotten a lot more touchy; currently, she had her arms wrapped around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder while she hugged you from behind.

“babe, play that one.” dani perked up, using her head to point to a card in your hand.

“hold on. how is it fair that these two are teaming??” megan called out, pointing at you and dani, since you guys had decided to mix your cards and just play as one.

“leave them alone megan, you know dani will explode if she's away from yn for five minutes.” sophia remarked, nudging dani with her shoulder playfully.

dani's cheeks heated up and she hid her face in the crook of your neck, hugging you a little tighter.

you finally placed down a card, “okay, okay. lara, your turn.” unable to hold back your smile, you turned to dani, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before turning your attention back to the game.

[asapeveryday]

The Last Time Pt1

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex

Summary: You rarely go out due to how hard your classes are, but a rare outing to a Halloween party draws you to a certain blonde’s attention.

Authors note: Not my first fic, but my first time writing for Paige, or writing anything on this app!!!im nervous asf but it’s okay 😇 pls point out any spelling mistakes pls I write these at like 2am.

Minors DNI beyond the cut!!

The house was one of the massive ones off campus, white picket fences and a big kitchen perfect for partygoers to escape the loud music. Fall had turned the hot, humid and vibrant summer nights into colder ones. Streets were littered with brown and orange leaves, and houses decorated with cobwebs and blow-up ghosts.

Your friends were used to going out for Halloween parties, but you never really bothered. Your classes just got harder by the year, so you always put off a long night out. To you it was worth it, because your grades were top 3 in your program.

“When was the last time you even got laid?” Your best friend asks you.

You shrug. “I dunno. July?”

“Whatever.” She sighs, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Still, that’s like almost 3 months of no puss. Please just come to this party, it’ll be fun!” She whines.

“Isn’t it early for a Halloween party? It’s only the 20th. We still have a week. Plus, I don’t have a costume.” You say, hoping she’ll let you stay home.

“You don’t understand, this is massive. A Halloween-birthday-party is not one that you wanna miss” She beams at you. “And I have a basketball jersey you can wear for the night. Wear shorts with it, be sexy.”

“Shorts?? It’s October!” You groan.

Regardless, you found yourself inside of this house. Your friend wasn’t lying when she said this was a pretty big party, with all the people shoving up against you it was uncomfortable to be in in your sleeveless jersey and black shorts. The kitchen was slightly less rowdy so you started to search the fridge for some comfort in the form of food or alcohol before you heard a cough behind you.

“Yo.”

You turn only to find yourself having to look up at a much taller girl. Her blonde hair was long and down on her shoulders, except for the front pieces which were Dutch-braided closer to her head. She was wearing a really casual outfit, a matching Nike tracksuit. The only thing remotely Halloween-y thing on her was the pair of fake Angel wings on her back.

“Nice costume.” You almost scoff.

“You can’t be talkin. What are you, a fangirl?” She looks down at you. Her eyes are so blue you almost stumble backwards into to fridge.

“Fair.” You sheepishly smile at her. “It was really last minute, this isn’t even my jersey.”

“That’s cus it’s mine.” The mystery blonde laughs.

Immediately you look down at yourself, a white number 5 is sprawled against the navy fabric of the women’s basketball jersey you borrowed. You look up at the blonde again and your face drops.

“Oh shit! You’re-“

“Paige.” She finishes your sentence. “Not a basketball fan?”

“Not really.” You smile. You tell her your name and she repeats it back to you with a smirk that you feel straight in your gut. You’ve rarely seen Paige on campus, so having her right in front of you has helped you realize just how fine she really is.

“The jersey looks good on you.” Her eyes sweep throughout your body.

“You don’t come off as much of an Angel to me.” You raise your eyebrow at her, referring to her half-assed costume. You haven’t heard too many rumours about Paige Bueckers sex life, but you can just tell by her silent confidence, the way she stands and even just the way she looks at you that she gets around. Being a D1 athlete probably helps too.

“You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” She shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you.

“So Paige, is this your place or..”

“Nah. My friends threw this party as a surprise for me. Not even sure who’s crib this is but whatever.” She rubs the back of her neck. “You didn’t come with a gift, did you?” Paige asks.

“No, was I supposed to?”

“It’s my birthday ma, I think you owe me something.” She steps closer, looking at you through her long eyelashes.

You actually feel your heart drop to your ass at this point, and she can tell. Paige cocks her head to the staircase nearby and you almost run after her when she leads you upstairs.

You’re already making out by the time you crash into a bedroom, she slams the door shut and pushes you up against it. You almost faint when you feel her knee between your legs, applying pressure to your clit. She kisses you slowly, taking her time to memorize the feeling of her hands grazing your face, then trailing down your body and finding themselves inside the jersey. Her blonde hair tickles your neck as she starts to trail her kisses downwards.

Paige’s hands trail from your abdomen to your hips, roughly pulling your shorts down and kneeling to be face to face with your heat. You resist the urge to cover yourself from her, and can’t help but think about how awkward you must look from this angle, but she doesn’t seem to care. Gripping your thighs and looking up at you with her ice-blue eyes, she licks a slow stripe onto your already wet undies, chuckling when you shudder.

Pulling your underwear to the side with one hand, she slowly eases her finger inside of you and you throw your head back with a breathy moan that makes her smile. She sucks at your clit while adding another finger, then pumping into you almost on beat to the music blasting downstairs. Her tongue is insane to you, circling your clit so skillfully while curling her fingers inside of you, your knees almost buckle and your hands find her long hair, pushing her head. “Oh my god.” You breathe out. “I’m close.”

“Already?” Paige chuckles into you. When she removes her fingers and quickly replaces them with her mouth, lapping and licking inside of you you almost scream. The vibrations from her voice huffing around you are enough for you to feel that tight, building feeling in your stomach, and you cum right there and then.

She cleans whatever she can before pulling up your shorts for you and kissing you chastely, enough so you can taste yourself on her lips. When she pulls away you slump to the floor, legs twitching.

“Shit!” You embarrassedly mumble. Paige laughs and sits next to you. With both of your backs to the door you turn your head to meet her stare. “Happy birthday.” You laugh. She rubs her face, hiding her smile. “Pfft, thanks.”

“I thought I was supposed to gift you? You just gave me like, the best head I’ve had since I started college.”

“Seeing you fall to the ground at my head game is enough of a gift for me.” She shrugs, a smug look on her face. “Plus, there’s always next time if you wanna make it up to me.”

The two of you exchange numbers, the situation is so unreal to you that you’re convinced this is all some mistake.

“Did you even plan on hooking up with someone tonight?” You ask her suddenly, and she seems surprised at your honesty.

“Uhh…I’m not gonna lie, not really. This party was a surprise, remember?” She sighs. “I think seeing some cute girl in my jersey, totally oblivious, jus did something to me.”

You raise your eyebrow. “You didn’t even get to see what was under it.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.” She laughs. “I’m exhausted, giving ankle-breaking head does that to you.”

“Shut up.” You say, shoving her lightly.

There’s a pause before you take a chance and say “There’s a good burger place nearby if you want to recharge a bit.”

The minute you say it you regret it. Paige Bueckers was in no hurry to get upstairs with you, there’s no way she’s gonna take you out for food too. Plus, since when did you go out with girls you met at parties?

She looks at you for a second, considering you. Finally she says “Fuck it, why not.”

Paige gets up and you follow after her lead. She laughs at the way you walk down the stairs and the two of you slip out of the house as sneakily as possible. Paige offers to drive you even though it was your suggestion. “What can I say, I love my car.” She smiles.

The burgers are good and her laugh is contagious. The two of you sit in her car while you eat, she almost screams when you steal a fry and you pretend to be annoyed when she takes a sip of your drink in retaliation.

You feel so nervous being around her, Paige seems so sure of herself. You can tell she already knows what she wants out of college, out of basketball, even out of girls. Sometimes, even though you devoted so much time to preforming well academically, you weren’t entirely sure it was all gonna work out for you. You feared all your hard work wouldn’t be worth it in the end.

After a moment of silence, you ask her “Does it ever freak you out, having so many people betting on your success? If I were you I’d be so scared of letting people down.” You disguise your own fear as a question for her. Paige looks at you for a moment, then smiles.

“Yeah, It does. I’ve already had moments where it felt like I let everyone down.” She says, looking down at her leg. “But no success comes without pressure, so I guess feeling that way is more of a blessing from God than anything. It’s like He’s reminding me of everything I have to lose. Ion’ think there’s much wrong with that.”

You’re surprised at how mature her answer is. “There’s no way you’re talking about God after you just gave head to a stranger.” You laugh.

She shrugs, a guilty but satisfied look on her face. “You’re not human if you don’t sin once in a while.”

“Amen.” You smile.

The two of you talk about stupid things until it’s well past midnight, and when she drops you off at your dorm you turn to say “I had more fun then I thought I would tonight.”

Paige smiles, her blue eyes staring holes into yours. “It won’t be the last time you have fun with me.” She says, laughing to herself.

“Shut up.” You nudge her. She shakes her head, and waves at you when you start to walk to your building.

You turn to wave back. Even though you know you can’t be anything serious with Paige, you can’t ignore the warm feeling in your stomach when you think about the night you shared. You seriously hope it won’t be the last time.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)

(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;

clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao

(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)

(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)

Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO

every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day

ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around

Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭

Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol

u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀

(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)

Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time

its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.

if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO

he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-

Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you

if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao

she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u

she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho

Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰

Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao

...

...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY

(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)

(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)

(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)

☆

again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)

ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭

hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')

Safe Travels Kai,

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Too Long

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Summary: Happy and reader always had a flirty relationship but neither ever made a move, when one croweater tries to push up on Happy infront of her she gets possessive and feelings come to light

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

Includes: 18+, age gap

•Masterlist•

Ever since Happy joined SAMCRO after being a Nomad our flirting has become ten fold, when he would drop in here and there when he was a nomad he’d always check me out, his intimidating eyes roaming every inch of my body, his hands brushing down my spine and gripping my ass

Now that he’s here for good the sexual tension was killing me, on nights where there was parties he always got more courageous with me and I him, grinding on his lap, making out but then we never got farther than that and it’s enough to drive a girl insane with need

I’m not some croweater, Gemma hired me a while back to help with the shop since things were getting so busy she couldn’t handle everything at once alone, but she treated me like her own daughter, always telling me I’m the daughter she never had and soon after the crew took me in as well and now I’m lusting over the Tacoma killer

•

Standing outside the office with Gemma having a smoke break, the guys pull up on there motorcycles, my eyes immediately on Happy, the white shirt under his Kutte enhancing his tanned skin, the tattoos lining his arms, everything about his being had my mouth watering and my panties soaked

“You’re practically eye fucking him darling” Gemma says breaking me from my sexual trance

“I wish he’d actually fuck me, it’s been a year and I’m bursting at the seems” I groan taking a drag of my cigarette

Tigs, Jax and Happy coming over to the shop to start their “shift” my heart racing watching his smirk widen as our eyes meet

“Hey mom!” Jax smiles as he walks into the garage

“Hey lil girl, wear those little shorts just for me?” He asks as he smacks my ass making me whimper like some whore, taking my cigarette from my fingers taking a drag and walking off like he didn’t just practically make me finish on the spot

“Jesus Christ honey you both need to get to it he’s got you acting like a whimper mess, never seen him that playful with a woman before”

“You don’t think I know that, I’ve wanted to be with him from the moment I laid eyes on him but he always stops it”

“There’s a party tonight, you get dressed in the outfit you know Happy will love and you take your man, show him what he’s missing” she smirks like a sly fox

“This better work mother Gemma” I say and we both laugh

•

I change into a pair of short black cut offs showing off the bottom of my ass, a tight black long sleeve, a low cut showing my tits perfectly, pulling my hair into a ponytail, freshening up my makeup and adding jewelry

Spraying my favorite vanilla and cherry perfume on my wrists, behind my ears and around my ankles

If this is all for nothing and I don’t get fucked silly tonight I’m gonna go crazy

•

Walking into the club I straighten my back this is all about confidence and like Gemma said I gotta show him what he’s missing out on

The club was rowdy, in the full swing of their party, drink flowing, music blasting, croweaters acting like usual, biting at any attention they can get

“Well look at you, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to catch someone’s eye” kozik asks me as I sit next to him at the bar, his eyes roaming over me making me laugh

“You’d guess right, I’m just hoping I leave limping” I take a shot of liquid courage and I notice his eyes blown wide

“What?”

“Nothing….im just surprised with how you both act you haven’t messed around already”

“You and me both” I look around the club when my eyes land him, on a leather couch in the corner messing around with some croweater and I feel my blood boil

“You gonna show him what you came here to do?” Kozik pushes

“Damn right” I down another shot and stride with purpose over to them, wringing my hand around the greasy blonde hair pulling her back and pushing her aside

“Get outta here….now” I glare her down as she huffs and walks away, with that out of the way I stare down at Happy, standing between his spread legs

“You’re coming with me” I take his hand and drag him past all the people hollering making my way to his dorm

“Yes ma’am” slamming the door shut I push him back to the bed and push his kutte back, ripping his shirt in half

“Holy shit lil girl, if you wanted me this bad you should’ve said so” he smirks as his hands grip my thighs

“I have been telling you, what only crow eater pussy is up to you standard, you like them dirty and loose, let me show you what a good woman can feel like” I pull off my shirt leaving me bare chested his hands quick to pull off my shorts and thong, feeling the cool metal of his rings trace down my hips back up to my tits making a shudder leave my mouth

“Crow eaters are easy, ain’t no fun, I get off seeing you whimper at just my presence” he groans, the rumble of his voice running through me

“Oh yeah, you like playing games Happy?” I smirk as I unbuckle his pants leaving us both completely bare

“Only with you girl” I drop to my knees infront of him looking up at him through my lashes

“Hmmm maybe I should play my own games” I run my hands up his thighs to his dick standing large and proud, taking him in my hand I painfully slowly drag up and down running my thumb over the head every time I pass it

Hearing his suck in a hissed breath I can’t help but smirk

“Come on girl you’re killing me”

“I’ve waited a year baby, you can wait a moment, I’m having fun seeing you like this” his hand grips my hair making me look at him

“Remember who’s in charge lil girl”

“Oh I remember” I get up pushing him to lay on the bed, straddling his thighs, my hands tracing over the tattoos on his chest

“Fuck you’re dripping” he laughs as he smacks my ass making me moan

“How I’ve been walking around this place for a year as you leave me high and well certainly not dry” I say as I start to gliding back and forth over his dick, his tip bumping over my clit every time making us both moan

“Poor lil pussy needs a good fucking”

“Yeah it does and that’s what I’m gonna do” I sit up guiding him to my entrance slowly sinking down, hitting so deep it knocks the air right out of my lungs

“Look at you girl, already cock drunk” he takes me and spinning us around so I’m laid on the bed with his hovering over me

Lifting my knees to my chest he starts thrusting quickly picking up the pace and I’m immediately screaming his name like it’s a prayer

“Fuck you’re so tight babygirl” he growls into my ear making my skin shiver, his thumb starting to circle my clit

“YES HAPPY RIGHT THERE!” I feel my brain revert back to primal instincts like all that matters right now is him fucking me till I pass out

“You like that lil slut” he takes my legs over his shoulders and I can feel he’s close

“Yes oh god Happy I’m…I’m so close” he takes my face in his hand tightly making me look at him as he kept fucking me over the edge, squeezing him tight as I scream his name, my vision going white soon hearing him growl as he finishes in me, our bodies sweaty and hot as he pulls out and lays next to me

Catching my breath and coming back down from cloud 9 I turn to him and he’s already smirking

“I told you, my pussy beats at those croweaters”

“Shit I like when you’re jealous” he says as he pulls me to his chest

“I’m serious Hap, we’ve dragged this on for long enough, if you want it, I’m the only pussy you get”

“Oh trust me lil girl, this pussy is mine now”

•

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-: late to my lecture :-

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feat. childe

genre. fluff and comedy

summary. hcs for college roommates to lovers because modern aus makes me way too happy for some reason

warnings. readers major is stated, extremely long like really really long, lots of swearing tbh (it’s college what do you expect), fourth wall break cause i’m he ha funny, reader and childe have established friend groups,

authors note. this has taken me like 4 years to finish but i’m so proud of it, part 2 is in the works but don’t expect it soon as yall know im slow asf

you and childe did not know each other before college nor did you intend to be roommates what do ever

in fact you both were quite upset upon finding out who you were rooming with, you had wanting to room with one of your best friends from highschool while childe wanted to room with one of HIS best friends from highschool

long story short you two were thrown together by accident while your best friends ended up rooming together on a different floor of the dorms

needless to say this was not going to end up well… unless it does this is a fanfiction of course lmao

you majored in architectural drafting/CAD technology (yikes i am so sorry for you) while childe surprisingly majored in child care service management

so with that being said it’s understandable how you two didn’t really have classes together and even if you did you guys hang out with completely different crowds

you hang out with a (in your opinion) much more relaxed crowd of kazuha, aether, venti, and xiao. childe on the other hand hangs out with a (in your opinion) much more rowdy crowd of diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and tohma

due to this reasoning you guys never really hang out nor do your friends, sure they all know of each other but they don’t interact or have events with each other

but back on track to childe! honestly you’re not sure how what or why but this man is literally always busy?? he’s pretty much never around and you don’t mind it too much, because you guys were thrown together unexpectedly there was an unwritten rule to just kinda avoid talking to each other if possible

meaning that you nor childe were really ever at the dorm and if you were the other wasn’t there 99.9% of the time, or if the other was there then you’d just isolate yourselves from each other

childe was typically off either partying, playing video games with the boys, swimming, or taking care of his little brother which you didn’t even know existed until one day you stumbled into the dorm to find little ol teucer eating cereal on your spot of the couch

at first you were very surprised, the frat boy had a younger brother? that he treated well? it was a bit odd but it made a little sense when you remembered that he majors in child care management

you on the other hand we’re either at cafés, going to the park with friends, doing arts and crafts, or working on your schoolwork

schoolwork was a bitch that’s for sure, architecture is NOT a fun major and you were sure cad programming was going to be the reason you pass out in public one day

due to this you were up extremely late on thursday night at 3 am sitting in the small table of the dining room with your laptop too bright and a cup of god knows what

thankfully it wasn’t too cold out so you could wear your shorts and t-shirt around with your cute fluffy soft slippers, childe however was no where to be seen but you didn’t really care to know about that

you yawned and practically pried your eyes open to continue working on the assignment given to you nearly sobbing at the pain of having to scale your sketch

tapping away at the keyboard you heard the soft click of the door open and your eyes flickered to see who had come in, though you should’ve already known but your mind was in a delirious state at this point in the late night

in walked childe with his oh so pretty soft fluffy hair messed up a bit and his white t-shirt sitting on his shoulders just right, stepped in and glanced at you before setting his bag down

“hey”

“hey, welcome home”

you didn’t really think at all of what you were saying, just greeting him quickly and getting back to work on your project

childe however didn’t move an inch, “welcome home”? he wasn’t sure why but hearing you say that put a smile on his face and he could swear that he was much more relaxed than before doing who knows what at such late times

“why are you up so late?”

“working on a project, why were YOU out so late?”

“was at the pool”

that would explain the ruffled hair and light smell of chlorine immuring from his tall figure, he went to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water chugging it within seconds like a madman before heading off towards his bedroom

“goodnight”

“night childe”

you don’t remember much else from that night but you do remember waking up at 1 PM at the small dining room table with your laptop closed and paperwork neatly in front of you

your cup from the night before was in the sink and there was a note left on your laptop, the smell of childe’s cologne filling your nose as you came to the realization that his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders

“morning, i talked to aether and he said your classes today are cancelled so i thought i’d let you sleep in. i plugged your phone in for you by the way, it’s on the couch where you normally sit.”

the note was written in neat handwriting which signed “childe :)” at the bottom and you subconsciously let out a giggle upon reading it, who knew he could be so caring?

you went and got your phone from the couch, pulled in and at 100% you noticed that the charger was childe’s too

making a note to give him his stuff back you decided to be productive around the dorm today and cleaned up everywhere except his room

after cleaning and organizing the door looked fantastic so you got a bag and stuffed childe’s items in them, placing the bag in front of his bedroom door you wrote him a note back

“thank you for this morning, it was actually really sweet of you. i cleaned up while you were gone but i didn’t do anything in your room, here’s your stuff back by the way. thank you for letting me use it! i’m going to the bakery across town for a little bit, i don’t know if you’ll be back when i’m done but i’ll bring cake and you can have some :)”

and with that you left to go to the bakery, you decided to meet up with aether and venti when you got there and you told them all about your home event this morning to which venti teased you about and made “oooo” noises like a middle schooler

aether however chimed in about childe contacting you, he told you about how he didn’t expect a text from childe this morning asking about your class and apparently childe went through multiple people to get his number

you were astonished at his effort, he went through all that just to let you sleep in? he really didn’t need to and considering how often he wasn’t around it seemed he had a lot to do, besides he was up late too

your face flushed red upon hearing about his sweet actions you were swear venti would laugh at you about this for the next month but you couldn’t care less being so caught up in childe’s actions

he was too kind really considering that you guys barely knew each other and that all you did was stay up, he didn’t need to go through all that trouble just for you to sleep in

after a while you finally got back to the dorms, childe wasn’t there yet so you ate some of the cake a left a few slices in the fridge for him to eat

you headed to bed before he came home and when you awoke the next morning you found the fridge empty of the left over cake and a thank you note on the kitchen counter

things continued on like this for a few weeks, rarely seeing childe and just exchanging notes with him. it was nice though and you found yourself looked forward to the notes when you came home or woke up. every once and a while you two would leave things for each other like little trinkets or left over food, sometimes lending each other clothes too

you arrived home one day to find yet another stranger sitting on your couch, only this time he was definitely not childe’s sibling

the man currently sitting on your couch was small with short dark purple hair and the ugliest basketball shorts you’ve ever seen in your life

“hey, (y/n) right?”

“umm yeah that’s me?”

“where the fuck is that stupid ginger ed sheeran wannabe?”

you felt starstruck, just who was this guy and what was with this atrocious audacity???

“i… don’t know? why?”

“what the hell do you mean you don’t know? you’re his roommate aren’t you? god he’s such a fuckwad”

after making a call to childe you find out that short stacks was the best friend from highschool that childe was originally supposed to room with, apparently his name is scaramouche and now you feel more than bad for your best friend who’s currently rooming with him

anyways childe was at swim practice so scaramouche (for whatever unknown reason) dragged you along with him to go watch childe at practice

upon arriving at the massive indoor pool you spot childe and kaeya drying off on what you assume is a break

“oh (y/n) i didn’t think you’d be joining us”

childe said it with a surprised face, though he didn’t say it like it was a bad thing. if anything he seemed a bit… excited?

“ahh this is the notorious (y/n) i’ve heard of? a pleasure to meet you, the name’s kaeya”

kaeya introduced himself in a sultry manner even ending his sentence with a wink, childe elbowed him with a glare and you just chose to ignore it to the best of your ability…

“anyways, i’ll pay for you since you coming with is a pleasant surprise”

childe offered to pay but you were confused… pay for what? aren’t you just here to watch him practice

“pay?”

“oh did scaramouche not tell you? we’re going out for lunch!”

that little bitch boy didn’t even tell you they were getting lunch! you spared him a glance and he only scoffed in response but of course he was your ride here so you had no choice other than to go

“are you sure? if you don’t want to i’ll drive you back to the dorms”

he offered to drive you back but you could tell he was a little disappointed, thought you really weren’t sure why either way it didn’t matter. who were you to say no to free food?

you guys ended up having a great time and even staying out longer than intended, laughing your asses off and even taking funny pictures of yourself

childe drove you back to the dorms and the whole ride you guys were laughing and playing around like idiots, hanging out with him was a lot more fun than you had expected

eventually you began hanging out with childe’s friend group much more often, even mashing your friend groups together. who knew kazuha and tohma would get along so well huh?

this continued on for a good amount of time, just hanging out with them often and having a really good time. life was good!

though you couldn’t help but start noticing childe more often, you weren’t sure when the shift happened but you started seeing him to be much more attractive

a lot of little things about him were just so… hot

like the way he would pay attention to you when you spoke or how he would study at night with those thick rimmed black glasses on, god those glasses were so so attractive

he was more than good looking, the way his perfect soft hair framed his face after swim practice and the toned muscles down his arms were enough to make nearly everyone swoon over him

soon enough you too fell victim to his charms, he was just so effortless at it that you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at him with heart eyes

little did you know that childe was aware of this long ago, whenever the shift happened to you he noticed it

he noticed the way you’d stare at him much more than you should or how you would hold onto him for a little longer, the way your eyes would shine when you spoke to him or how you would pay more attention to him than anyone else in the room

however he didn’t just so happen to notice these things out of no where, he noticed it because he was paying an abnormal amount of attention to you

childe isn’t stupid, he knew from the moment he met you that he wanted you. you were gorgeous, funny, polite, and good with his little brother. what more could he ever want?

he had always found you attractive too, he subtly watched you quite often (not in a creepy way though)

he’d stare when you walked by in just a T-shirt and shorts, oh how he wishes it was his you were wearing

or when you would go swimming at the beach with him and his friends… let’s just say you didn’t see him much because he was in the bathroom

the things he did to get you to notice him weren’t on accident nono, he did all of it on purpose

when he’d graze his hand along your waist in public? or how about when he wears his glasses around the dorm despite not studying? perhaps when he walks into the kitchen for breakfast without a shirt on? yep, all entirely planned

it got to the point where he almost never had a shirt on around the dorm and it was driving you to insanity

“jesus childe, put a fucking shirt on man”

“why? too distracted? i know my abs are nice but don’t stare for too long”

he’d NEVER flirted like that before and he even sent a wink?! in absolute shock you bolted to your feet and ran over to him

getting on your tippy toes ahoy shoved your face in front of his and held a hand to his forehead, a look of confusion and worry spread across your face

“are you sick? what happened to my childe what did you do to him?”

with your face so close to his he felt like he was gonna explode, not to mention your pretty big glossy eyes and plump red rosy lips, and holy shit did you just called him YOUR childe? he feels like he could faint

without even thinking or answering you he pulled you by the hips and slammed his lips into yours, a groan leaving his mouth when you squeak in surprise

when he pulled away he realized what he had so before you could see him he spun around with his coffee mug and made a quick escape to his bedroom leaving you to stand in the kitchen with your face bright red and brain fried

days passed and the situation regarding your kiss with childe was completely ignored, he had avoided discussing it with you and you respected that despite wanting an answer to why he had kissed you to begin with

the situation was finally addressed one evening while you were alone at the dorm, you sat on the couch watching tv when you received a text from childe

“wanwna kiss yku”

“what? childe are you drunk”

“maydbe jsut a litel”

“more than a little, have diluc drive you home please”

“okkk but onylw to see yku 😵‍💫”

“yeah yeah just be safe”

you were flustered at his behavior, was drunk childe always such a fucking flirt? was he like that with everyone when he was drunk? you sighed and got ready for when childe would come home

after a little while he came tumbling through the door, unable to walk straight to made your way to him with a glass of water and some medicine

“here take this it’ll help with your hang over in the morning”

“waaaa you didn’t even say hi to me! it’s like you didn’t miss me at all :(“

he pouted at your “greeting” and didn’t take the things from in your hands

“sorry, welcome home childe”

“ahh much better! i’m so glad to see my favorite girlie, you’re too cute for your own good y’know that?”

he was hardly making sense slurring his words and giggling like a school girl, regardless his words made you flush and you pushed your hands toward him once again

“please just take the stuff childe…”

“fine fine but only because my asked so nicely babe”

BABE????? since when was he so straight forward? the childe you knew never so brazen, he usually had at least some semblance of shame

once he took the medicine you grabbed his wrist and started dragging him to your bedroom

“woahh i didn’t think we’d get so far so fast (y/n), not that i’m complaining”

you groaned at his sluggish yet embarrassing words, you led him to the bed and set him under the covers before turning off your night lamp

“go to sleep childe, i’ll have food for you in the morning. you’ll probably need it.”

before you could walk away he called out for you, looking back he was sat up in bed with arms held out

“come back and sleep with me, can’t sleep without my girlie to cuddle ehehe”

this idiot had the widest grin on his face and he made the stupid grabby motion with his hands signaling for you to get in bed

giving up you deciding to give in and just get in bed with him, the moment you layer yourself down his arms snaked your torso and his face snuggled into your neck

“hmm this is nice, we should do this more often”

“just go to sleep childe”

“whatever you say babe”

and with that you two of you somehow managed to fall asleep

upon waking up you found yourself to still be in childe’s embrace as he groaned, assessing the situation it would seem he’s just waking up

he let out a load gasp as he saw your body in between his arms, he backed away quickly and stared in silence as you sat up and yawned

“morning childe”

you had just woken up and yet you were so pretty, your hair was a mess in a cute way and your voice sent butterflies to invade childe’s stomach

“good… morning (y/n)?”

“are you feeling alright?”

“i guess, why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you were shitfaced drunk last night, flirting without shame and even insisted i slept with you”

“SLEPT WITH ME? I DIDNT DO ANYTHING DID I??”

he was panicked, realizing that he had so openly made such moves on you he was worried he’d lose any chance he’s ever had with you

“relax, you didn’t do anything weird. though you did say you wanted to kiss me, mind explaining yourself?”

poor guy couldn’t catch a break, he was practically tripping over his own feet and his head was all over the place

“well i just like your lips- i mean i like you, i mean i liked kissing you? like you know it was nice and all and you’re nice and you’re really pretty and i just thought maybe i should kiss you again but also maybe i shouldn’t and i wasn’t sure so-”

you cut him off by gently kissing him, letting out a hum when your lips made contact with his own and he closed his eyes finding himself melt into it

you pulled away and childe starred at you wide eyed, taking a moment to process what has just happened. you waited for him, unsure of how he would react

thankfully his lips stretched into a giant smile, he giggled a little feeling giddy and full of energy. i’m sorry giggled? what kind of man giggles when being kissed? oh he was so head over heels for you

you two sat there on the bed giggling like schoolgirls and giving each other light kisses, finally everything clicked and the two of you felt like you were truly at home

[wonijin]

EARTH ARCADE!READER/AHN YUJIN

headcanons and moments between earth arcade member!reader and ahn yujin.

tags: 1.5k words of pure fluff.

warnings: none probably

you were the 5th member of earth arcade. a young actress that has been garnering attention recently.

laughter echoed throughout the stairway. suddenly, nervousness prevents you to climb the last few steps of the stairs . you peek in the corner to see a familiar face facing the doorway, lee youngji.

deciding there’s really no choice but to move forward you enter the doorway, bowing and greeting. everybody paused for a second, then chaos ensued.

“woah!” lee eunji, a comedian you often see on TV, exclaims before reciting your lines from your latest drama.

mimi, from oh my girl, joins in not soon after. even going as far playing the role of your scene partner.

“thank you for having me. nice to meet you.” you greet politely.

“gosh. you’re so formal.” younji poked fun good-naturedly at your antics despite bowing in response. “don’t worry. im sure she’s going to be infected by your rowdiness soon enough.” eunji quickly replied earning a loud laugh from mimi.

“wait. wait. do you know anybody in this room?” this time it was producer na who took a jab at your surprising awkwardness.

“well, i know you.” you look straightly at producer na. he chuckled at your honesty.

“i know everybody from TV and mostly from social media. this is my first time meeting everybody.”

before you can react, you hear youngji let out a load “oh!”. you turn towards the door to see ahn yujin, one of the literally and figuratively hottest idols in the industry.

you’ve only seen her on your screen. now, your mouth gape at the sight of the real thing. ahn yujin in the flesh.

withouth thinking, you bowed repeatedly like an idiot. “oh my gosh, what an honor!”

“miss y/n l/n. oh my god.” yujin ran over to you. and the sole reason you stopped your continuous bowing was to admire her. ‘wow, she’s so close.’

your eyes popped out their sockets as she takes your hand and shakes it gently. “im a big fan. i watch your dramas religiously. i can name all your projects, i’ve watched each of them at least twice.” she professes, not once pausing.

“thank you. what an honor. im a big fan of yours as well. wow, you’re hands are so soft. sorry, im being weird. its just- wow.” you breathed out.

laughter echoed through the room as everybody watched your exchange.

“its like one fan girl meeting another.” mimi exclaims. “their eyes turned heart-shaped for a moment like those cartoon characters” eunji added.

your eyes find yujin’s only to find hers already looking you.

yujin was a big fan of yours even way before meeting you in jiraksil. what she didn’t know was that you were bigger fan of hers.

you rummage through your luggage until you found what you were looking for. if the people around you didn’t know any better they would've you were a thief thirsty for something valuable.

“y/n, you look like a racoon in a garbage can.” mimi jested.

“aha! found it!” you exclaimed, holding up a package in the air like its a trophy.

eunji steps closer to inspect. “its an…album.” she traced confusedly.

“yep.” you walked towards yujin who was watching the entire scene unfold through the comforts of her bed.

you held the album with both your hands and extended your arms towards her, looking similar to a school girl confessing to her crush by giving chocolates.

“will you please sign it.” you shut your eyes tightly, like a school girl afraid of getting rejected.

in the show, you play the good-for-nothing chaos maker role together with younji.

“oh come on. do i really have to pair up with you?” yujin complains but her wide smile betrays her.

“how could you say that?” you exclaim then proceeds to chase yujin around, puckering your lips and making kissing sounds while opening your arms. you both run around, you chasing her and yujin trying to escape your grasp. she squeals and giggles. and when you did catch her you wasted no time in tickling her.

“somebody get these two love birds away from me. i can’t watch any longer.” younji makes a gagging noise.

nine times out of ten you mess up causing you to receive an earful from a perfectionist yujin.

“you should've known that! it was so easy!” yujin berates you. but despite her words, her smile beams at you brightly.

“how would i know that? that song is practically ancient.” your hands fly up in the air defensively.

“even i know that.” yujin retorts.

“that’s because you’re like a grandma in teenagers body. a normal person your age wouldn’t know that.” you argued.

“what?!” yujin looked at you dramatically like you’ve done an unspeakable crime, like you just kicked a dog.

“there they go again. they’re like an old married couple.” eunji deadpans at the camera.

yujin likes annoying and bullying you as a form of showing her adoration.

“eunseo-ah! i got something to tell you!” yujin stand from the couch abruptly to recite your lines from your drama.

usually, you take pride in your work but yujin had impersonated you for the nth time today that you can’t help but cover your ears.

“somebody please! make it stop!” you plead. the other members chuckle at your misery.

“eunseo-ah! i’ve like you since we were kids! please go out with me.” yujin continued, this time much more dramatic than the last.

she's reenacting a scene from one of your most famous dramas. a scene where your love interest, which yujin is embodying right now, is confessing love to your character, eunseo.

“eunseo-ah! eunseo-ah” the idol shakes your arm giddily as you look straight. she takes entertainment at your exasperation. and continues to mimic your characters from various dramas for the rest of the night.

yet she never fails to show her adoration towards you in other ways.

“eunji, what do you think?” yujin asks the older girl who was browsing at the rack of clothes.

“it looks amazing on you! you should buy it!” eunji encourages the younger girl.

“oh! it isn’t for me. its for y/n” yujin clarifies.

“im sure she’d be happy to receive that. in fact, im sure she’d be over the moon with anything you give her.” eunji recalls how much you dote on yujin. “you could get her a random rock and she’d probably treasure it like it’s from space.”

yujin’s cheeks flared red at the thought. eunji laughs at her embarrassed state. “you’re both such dorks.”

in the end, yujin couldn’t decide which one you’d like best so she bought three different clothes for you.

your relationship peaked in the wake up mission where you secretly help yujin because you felt bad for her.

you found out yujin’s mission when you entered the shower after her. the shower reeked of garlic. you had to laugh at the absurdity of the smell. in addition, there were bits and pieces of garlic skin on the floor. putting two and two together didn’t take long after that.

the lights were out. youngji and mimi were asleep but you were unable to. so you ventured out until you heard noises. it was faint but your mind is still alert from all the caffeine you took that day.

heading towards the noise, you found yourself before yujin and eunji’s room. you carefully open the door to meet yujin’s wide eyes.

yujin looked like a lunatic holding the pestle midair with her crazy eyes. you chuckle lightly, tiptoeing towards her. “you’re too competitive for your own good.”

“don’t tell anybody.” yujin quickly pleads.

“there’s no one to tell anything to.” your words put her at ease. at much ease someone mincing garlic in the middle of the night could feel.

“why are you still awake anyway?” she asks you silently. “i don’t know. i guess my body was itching to pester you.” even through the dark, yujin’s smile still shined bright. and you hoped the darkness was enough to hide the redness of your cheeks.

fans adore your dynamic with yujin. the push and pull relationship you both have managed to gather a lot of attention on social media.

“everybody, slow down. i can’t read your comments, they’re too fast.” you squint at the screen. you were live on instagram, hoping to interact with your fans.

after the live chat had slowed down, one comment managed to catch your eye.

“are you wearing yujin’s shirt?” you looked down at the said piece of clothing. sure, you had no memory of buying this particular shirt but that goes a lot for your other shirts as well. some were sponsored, gifts or bought while drunk. you assumed it was one of those three.

until, a loud ping came from your phone and a notification popped at the top of your screen.

yujinnie: yes, that’s mine. i put it on your suitcase so it’ll remind you of me ;).

you smile like an idiot while reading the text. then, you realize something. yujin is watching this live because how else would she send that in perfect timing.

your face flush at the thought of her being amongst the thousands watching you right now. and you flush a shade darker, because she must’ve witnessed you grin at her text.

the comment remained unanswered as you decided to keep this detail to yourself.

even after filming season one, yujin continues to support you by posting scenes from your drama. her instagram quickly transformed into a fanpage because of how often she would fan girl about you.

[velvetwyrme]

i beg (bug) of thee . .. more borrower au pleaze.

now you might be wanting more of the existing dynamic/s ive mentioned but @dubia-015 asked me about the other character concepts i hd in mind yesterday and then i sat down and went AHHHHHH into the void and it rewarded me with even more thoughts

yapping under the cut

please consider Ratchet thinking that the tiny person he helped out when he was still in medical school was a fever dream (too much coffee, not enough sleep). Only to get blindsided when a different tiny person shows up one day, loud and obnoxious but clearly worried about his friend who is injured, begging for Ratchet's help. And well, Ratchet doesn't know what to with the fact that Drift is REAL, but he DOES know what to do if someones bleeding out.

Or the flipside of that, Drift returning to his old house that he nearly died in, and finding out that the tiny man who helped him during that time is REAL and not a drug induced hallucination. If you want to get extra tasty with it, Drift almost stabs Ratchet, the blade THUNKING down in front of the borrower as Drift glares down at him. He wasn't even been looking, he just knew Ratchet was there. But as soon as Drift sees him his eyes widen and soften, as recognition finds him and he whispers... "Ratch?"

(I imagine he IMMEDIATELY panics and pulls the blade out because OH GOD HE NEARLY KILLED RATCHET) and can you tell i really want to draw this but also i really dont want to draw People.

And some other concepts!!

Borrower Brainstorm trying to one up human Perceptor while also trying to not be caught. He wants to be NOTICED and RECOGNIZED but he's meant to keep hidden but Perceptor is so brilliant he NEEDS to prove himself.

Human Whirl and his two tiny partners who he tries to scare off,,, or alternatively, Tailgate and Cyclonus and the borrower that they're luring into their home like a stray cat.

Borrower Skids pining fruitlessly over human Nautica!! Roommateless Swerve having a little borrower buddy in his walls who listens to him ramble. I can't decide who but my silly rarepair brain immediately went ULTRA MAGNUS because i have a soft spot for Swagnus hdjdhdjfbjd

And of course you can't forget tired veteran OP who has been passing messages with a mysterious stranger in the library who writes the most beautiful poetry and has a fresh new perspective on life, albeit one that is jaded, hardened by a life of being underfoot, downtrodden and struggling to survive day to do,,,,, like. Ghhhrghg.

im gonna fucking explode so you also get more thoughts abt the various versions ft the Constructicons, J/P and SW

Also if you go borrower!Soundwave and Prowl (Human Constructicons+Jazz) then you get the two of them working together somewhat begrudgingly at first- they have a working respect for each other that gives way to mutual appreciation for each other's logical prowess and intelligence, things that are required when trying to navigate a house filled w/ 5 rowdy guys. In that same version you have Rumble, Frenzy and their like. 8 dads. Since they're human, it's easier for the other humans to wrangle them but Soundwave and Prowl are the real powerhouses there who keep everyone in line.

In the one where the Constructicons are menacing J/P, they all slowly befriend Jazz first, who stays well out of the way of Prowl's investigations- he could tell him, but... this is the most fun he's seen Prowl have in a long time and it looks good on him. Also getting doted on by the pack of borrowers is a nice perk.

i literally cannot create fast enough to keep up w this. Also logically if I did anything I'd. probably cut down the amt of characters so I don't have to deak w/ as many interconnecting pieces but IN MY HEART OF HEARTS THIS IS THE DREAM

[pwnyta]

Watchin Dirk Gentlys Holistic Detective Agency cuz reasons.

FIRST OF ALL... How the fuck did it take me getting into SONIC THE FUCKIN HEDGEHOG for me to learn about this show.

What the fuck Tumblr... ''MECCA OF INCLUSIVE GAY BULLSHIT'' yall hoes really let Supernatural go on for 15? seasons but none of yall watched Dirk Gently and The Old Guard... Whats wrong you...

Gotta say I just LOVE Bart and Ken. They are so fuckin cute... one of the dynamics of all time.

'Lets get outta here these people are nut jobs' No one is doin it like you Bart.

If anything happens to either one of them Im killing everyone in this room(its just me) and then myself.

Definitely my favorite group to follow in this season but theyre all pretty great.

The baby dolls(the main guys) very cute. Very fun. Babies.

(Especially Farah... the lil guy of all time. The princess.)

Also...

Hottest bitch in the series so far... Martin. Ya hate to see it.

He kinda reminds me of like... LMAO Like if Negan from TWD was cunty. Him and his boys (and Amanda) are fuckin funny. Love them. I love that that The Rowdy 3 just absorbed Amanda into their group. I hope theyre together forever.

I didnt care for the detective duo much but after the one gets shot and the other gets a little unhinged I ended up warming up to his character. Hes also very pretty.

....BUT Im about go into season2 which means I get to see the BBG soon...

Mr Does eyes once again plays the most in love shiny-eyed pretty-boy the world has ever known. Good for him.

[seros-girl]

5. katsuki’s promotion

part(s): one, two, three, four, five, six

WARNING: mentions of sex, angst, nudity

as you lay there in the bathtub, still gasping for air, katsuki enters, buttoning his tuxedo cuffs. “i think i might ask momo to dance at some point if it feels like the-“ he says but stops when he sees you in the tub still.

the bubbles have since disappeared leaving the water clear, your naked form on display for him. “how long do you need to get ready? were gonna be late” he says as he takes a seat on the edge of the tub.

you cover your face, shy and lean back. katsuki smiles and looks over your body in awe. he rests his hand on your thigh.

“you know i’ve been thinking of something kind of crazy” he admits while smiling and looking down. “hm what is it” you said softly, admiring his face. oh how in love you were with him.

he squeezes your thigh and rubs it, going further down. you smile, but you honestly cant think about sex right now.

“lets have a baby” he says smiling now moving his hand to grab yours.

“what?” youre absolutely stunned by the suggestion.

“i mean not right this second, we dont have time. but i love you and i want more of you. and now i think i want a little you. i dont know. it’d be an adventure” he says sincerely.

he gets up ready to walk out and leave you be. “oh here” he says suddenly remembering why he came in here.

he hands you a pill. you stare at it, then look up katsuki. you take it and pop it in your mouth.

you wait till he leaves. you pull the bath plug, spit it out watching it dissolve as you put yourself underwater again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

the doll house nightclub. you walk in hand in hand with katsuki, as the nightclub is filled with many of the victory residents. a singer on stage.

the biggest night of the year. everyone’s dressed up, having a good time. a 50s band playing with the lead singer, singing her damn heart out. you smile at that.

youre suddenly overwhelmed by how big this place is. its noisy, rowdy. you clutch onto katsuki’s arm and he seems to notice.

“hey you okay?” he asks looking down at you. “mhm” you nod, lying to him.

you find the table your friends are sat at and they all get up to greet you. eijiro and mina dancing in circles, clutching their drinks.

toru gives a little spin of the dress she bought the day you all went shopping. “how good does that look on her! mashirao better watch out. it fits better than it did in the store!” ochako says as toru blushes.

izuku is making mashirao chug a bottle of champagne. he chokes on the bubbles but keeps going, spilling some on his shirt.

katsuki hands you a glass of champagne. you only take it to have something in your hands. “here are the troublemakers!” momo says greeting you all with hugs.

she’s making rounds as the host. “i dont know how were allowed to fit you all in one table!” momo shouts over the music, laughing. “its probably better for insurance purposes” katsuki jokes, making momo laugh.

she touches your arm softly. “y/n, how are you feeling?” she asks you. “im great” you reply smiling. “if i hear glass breaking, im coming right here” she jokes to you all.

everyone laughs way too hard at what momo just said as she moves on to the next table. you watch her go as you catch kyoka. she’s giggling and flirting with denki.

denki seems relaxed, finally relieved to be in the clear after kyoka’s behavior. rumors spread he was bound to get fired. you watch as kyoka kisses denki on the cheek and walks over to the bar.

you grab katsuki’s shoulder getting his attention. he leans down, grabbing your waist to hear you better. “i’ll be right back” you said giving him a soft kiss and leave to the bar.

kyoka grabs two drinks from the bartender as soon as you made it. she turns around to find you standing face to face with her, trapped.

“oh hi. im just going to bring these to denki-“ you cut her off. “you can tell me whatever’s going on” you said seriously. you try and hold eye contact, but kyoka averts her eyes.

“i do have bad dreams. i know theyre hiding something. i know something’s out there. what are they making you cover up?” you ask her quietly.

kyoka stares at you how you all used to look at her, like youre crazy. “i need to find my husband” she says lifting the glasses, her diamond marquis ring shining in the light.

she walks away and you watch her leave and meet katsuki’s eye. he watched the whole interaction. his jaw clenches and looks away.

the band plays a heroic hue as shoto comes out on stage, ready to speak. you quickly move towards your table as you fiddle with your gold pear shaped wedding ring.

you take a seat next to katsuki. you grab his hand, interlocking your fingers. you smile at him as he places a loving kiss on your cheek.

shoto quiets down everyone before he starts his speech. “i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for coming out tonight. this is my favorite time of the year, one where were all together. i love every aspect of tonight, but most importantly to see how far we’ve come” he says smiling at you all.

you look around the room, everyone is watching and listening intently to shoto.

“im so happy to see how much we have grown as a community. and im so happy to say that even now we have grown. please help me welcome the new hire and his wife, tenya and mei iida” shoto announces as he urges them to come up on stage.

you gasp. in your “dream” from last night you saw their profiles as “new users”. you hit katsuki’s arm lightly to get his attention while everyone cheers to welcome the new couple.

“katsuki i need to go home” you said seriously, trying not to burst into tears. “what we just got here?” katsuki said confused.

“welcome to victory, tenya and mei. its an honor to have you both here” he shakes their hands as they walk off to take their seats.

you scan the room again, everyone is laughing but they have no teeth, it’s horrifying. you squeeze your eyes shut to drown it out. you open your eyes again and see everyone is normal.

you grabs katsuki’s arm again.

“we need to get out of here” you whispered at him.

“we’ll get you a drink…” katsuki says now concerned.

“katsuki why dont you come up here for a minute” shoto says into the mic. he was watching the interaction between you two.

katsuki freezes, stature tense as he looks up at shoto. your whole table erupts into cheers as they encourage him to go up.

“please. please lets just go” you plead him, still holding back your tears.

he looks at you and shoto, thinking on what to do. he ends up standing and hurrying on the stage to join shoto.

“katsuki…” you plead desperately, voice cracking.

you watch helplessly as your husband joins shoto on the stage. he blushes, obviously nervous.

“tenya’s gotta work hard. he’ll be taking over katsuki’s job as technical engineer. im pleased to announce that katsuki has been promoted to senior technology manager” shoto announced as your table erupts into cheers.

katsuki shakes shoto’s hand, grateful for this opportunity. you start hyperventilating. you cant watch this. not when something is very obviously wrong.

you get up and run to the bathroom. ochako watches you, concerned.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

you push the door open, gasping for air. you place your hands on your head, breathing in and out as tears slide down your face.

you just want to go home.

a second later, ochako bursts through the door.

“whats gotten into you? katsuki-“ she questions slightly irritated, but you cut her off.

you grab her shoulders to get her to listen to you.

“something bad is happening, something is deeply wrong with this town. and with shoto. and with victory. just something is wrong” you said tears sliding down your face, ruining your makeup.

ochako is stunned at this sudden outburst from you. “okay slow down” she reassures as you cry.

back outside of the bathroom, katsuki is still on stage with shoto. “i heard theres a special way katsuki likes to celebrate good news” shoto says and music starts playing.

katsuki laughs, embarrassed.

“no, no way” he shakes his head laughing.

“i’ve heard your the best” shoto reasons with him.

katsuki shakes his head, secretly loving this. he starts tap dancing to the music, fully immersing himself into it.

the table you were sat at erupts in cheers as izuku, eijiro, and mashirao stand to cheer him on. upon seeing this, katsuki starts doing a full choreography.

back in the bathroom, your word vomitting to ochako about everything.

“i went to victory-“ you said but she cut you off.

“what do you mean you went there?”

“and when i walked inside, i woke up somewhere else” “you walked inside? what are you talking about?!”

“it wasnt even like inside, i was in another room. i was hooked up to some machine, like an experiment of some sort. i heard shoto, he was there and then in the thing i saw “new users” it was tenya and mei” you rambled on.

“that was probably a dream. katsuki must’ve mentioned the new couple or you saw a photo of them once and remembered upon seeing them tonight” she tries gaslighting you.

“kyoka should not be okay. and she’s acting like she’s fine and theyre all covering it up” you said trying to reason with ochako.

ochako backs up a little, scared for you.

katsuki keeps dancing, pouring his all into it. to impress shoto.

“i think shoto brought us all out here” you said nodding and wiping tears, voice hoarse.

“of course he did. he hired-“ ochako starts but you cut her off.

“no! its something else. i think he brought us here for another reason. we cant trust him!” tears slipped out again, you wiped at them furiously.

“honey…” ochako’s voice is soft. “i know it sounds insane i know how it sounds. but you have to believe me, ‘chako, you have to” you plead to her.

youre gettinf louder, and ochako tries to keep you quiet.

“y/n, shoto and momo are just outside-“

“come with me! come with me to headquarters. i’ll prove it you!” you said grabbing her hands ready to walk out, but she yanks you back in.

“come with you- to the headquarters?!” she says confused.

katsuki is sweating. the whole place is impressed as he continues dancing. his eyes trained on shoto, only caring for his approval.

“i can show you what happened” you plead and she shakes her head. “you cant do that” ochako’s voice says firmly.

“we could take kats’ car. no one would notice” “absolutely not. theres no way in-“

“you have to come with me, so i can show you. you have to believe me” “its way too dangerous”

a woman walks in, you’ve seen her before. mezo’s wife, tsuyu. she walks past the both of you and into a stall.

as quietly as possible you plead to ochako.

“‘chako please. please im begging you i can prove it i’ll show you-“

hushing gently ochako says “y/n..”

“you have to let me show you!” you said loudly.

“we can go home-“ ochako reasons.

“im going either way. right now” you said firmly.

katsuki ends his dance, panting and sweating. he looks around as everyone cheers. shoto throws an arm around katsuki.

he looks at their table for you, but he sees your spot is empty. shoto slaps his back gently, snapping him out of his daze.

ochako appears behind izuku, kisses his neck to distract him and pulls car keys out of the jacket. she kisses his lips and hurriedly runs out of the nightclub with you, jumping into izuku’s car and rushing out.

ochako, who’s very nervous, drives the both of you down the empty, scary road. the headlights being the only source of light.

back at the nightclub, shoto still has his arm around katsuki’s shoulders.

“this is why tonight is my favorite night of the year. youre all extraordinary. this is a brotherhood of brilliance. never forget that” shoto exclaims as the crowd cheers.

back in izuku’s car, you keep looking behind you as bunny speeds away to make sure youre not being followed.

ochako is gripping the wheel absolutely terrified. “where’d you learn to drive?” you question her as it now popped into your head.

ochako stutters “s-second nature i dont know doesnr seem so hard” she chuckles nervously. you squint your eyes at her, but ultimately drop it.

“turn your headlights off” you tell her. ochako groans but ultimately looks for the switch and switches it off. youre now enveloped in darkness.

the crowd is stunned, amazed as they continue to cheer for katsuki. katsuki’s eyes trained on shoto only.

“were here because we know we dont need to heed what the rest of the world convinces itself is important or right. you all worked so hard to get here. and i picked each of you. and not just because of your talent and drive, but because of your dedication you demonstrate to our cause” shoto says with power.

the men cheer, ignited. toru’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at mashirao. he smiles down at her and pulls her in a kiss. katsuki continues to look for you in the crowd.

eijiro and mina lock lips, as he holds her stomach. she’s almost due. izuku looks around for ochako, suddenly aware that she’s gone.

ochako parks the car near the lobby and you both waste no time in getting out. the door has a huge lock on it.

“was that not there before?” ochako questions, looking down at you. “thats a sign y/n, we should go before izuku notices-“

you walk back to the car and pop the trunk. you take out the crowbar izuku keeps.

“y/n…” ochako says alarmed now. you walk up to the door and hit the lock as hard as you can. ochako backs up.

“were changing the world. youre changing the world! and we cannot take our foot off the gas” shoto says.

you hit it over and over and over and over and over again, as you cry. you take all of your stress and anxiety out on the stupid lock.

you hit it and CLANK. it comes off. you drop the crowbar, out of breath. you turn to look at ochako and she’s stunned.

“its going to be intense” you warn her and she nods, grabbinf your hands.

you push open the door entering. nothing happens though. youre in a room. and you can see the car on the other side.

no lights. no computers. no shoto’s voice. no dancers.

nothing.

ochako walks in after you. she takes in the empty lobby and front desk. she looks at you.

you walk out not believing it and ready to try again.

“come back out, maybe we didnt-“ you said to ochako and she comes out.

“y/n” she says sighing out.

you stay quiet as your mind realizes something. “shoto did this”

“stop” ochako grabs a hold of your hands softly, smiling down at you.

“you need to get a hold of yourself” she says tears lining her eyes.

“this isnt-“ you start but she shakes her head.

“listen to me. i love you, and i believe that youre seeing things. but i think you should start taking the pills again and see-“

“its not like last time” you said shaking your head.

“we should not be here. you shouldn’t have dragged me into this. im leaving and youre coming with me. get in the car” she demands.

she picks up the crowbar, tossing it back into the trunk and closing it.

you get home to katsuki already asleep. youre in your nightgown, flipping through photo albums. yours and katsuki’s wedding, on vacation, your honeymoon, in niagara falls.

you stare at it and it looks exactly like the ones shoto and momo have along with eijiro and mina.

a plan clicks in your head as you close the book and turn the lights off in the house, sliding into bed next to katsuki.

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you do your morning routine with no problem. bacon sizzling, eggs cooking, coffee roasted.

katsuki takes a long sip of his coffee watching you hum happily.

“im sorry i left early” you apologized for last night, missing his dance.

“i feel sorry for you not seeing my dance” he says clearing his throat.

“im just sorry in general. my behavior recently i dont know im just not in my right head space. but i know how to make it up to you. i invited izuku, ochako, eijiro, mina, toru, mashirao, shoto, and momo” you said eyes lighting up.

“oh and the new couple tenya and mei was it?” you looked up at him for confirmation. he nods and hums. “what for?” he takes a sip of the coffee. “for dinner! i want them to see how great hosts we are. what a great couple we are” you said smiling as you turn the stove off and move towards katsuki.

you throw your arms around his neck and his fly down to your waist. you lead him to the sofa as you softly push him down onto it.

you sit on his lap. “let me do this for you” you whispered to him.

you kiss him as you move to straddle katsuki. katsuki breaks the kiss to check his watch.

“i dont have time-“ he’s cut off by you placing your lips on his. youre turning this into sex.

“were a team right?” you asked him sweetly.

“always” he replies looking up at you.

you pin his hands to the sofa, sensually.

“i love you” you murmured onto his lips.

he’s surprised but not so into it at the moment. youre taking control.

“i love you too” he murmers against your lips. “you and me” you said.

“yes. you and me” katsuki assures and you kiss him once more.

“you and me?” “always”

[lilacstarryskies]

im sorry but i can never be a lyanna stan guys.

just lemme explain.

obviously this is only if she willingly went w rhaegar

To begin with, the situation in its simplest form is that Rhaegar and Elia are married, amicable yet not in love, and Rhaegar runs off with Lyanna, causing chaos to ensue amongst the realm.

Even if no war occured and everything was fine, how can Lyanna try to justify running away with a married man, especially on the way to her brothers wedding which feels very selfish, even if Brandon didn’t want to marry Cat, like she still ruined their wedding day.

Not to mention, that running with Rhaegar meant that shes inserted herself into his marriage which is Elia’s place. How nonsensical it is to run away with a married man and somehow marry him!

There’s two routes people go to justify it, and I’ll explain why I think they suck:

1) E-R-L is a polygamous marriage: This is not appeasable to the realm at all! Nobody will accept that. The only reason Aegon+Rhaenys+Visenya were accepted was because they were conquering Westeros, and like you can’t say shit about the guys conquering you!! Also the Targs were on thin ice then, and Maegor also tried, and look what happened afterwards!

2) E-R was annulled and R-L are married: I don’t think this is reasonable at all. Considering that Rhaegar is only HEIR, just like Daemon, for example. Both wanted annulments and both need the permission from the King and/or High Septon, but also considering how the likes of Aegon IV couldn’t annul his own marriage, do you really think a measly heir could?! At least in Daemon’s situation, he had no children, but as Aegon IV and Rhaegar both had kids (Elia giving birth twice in 3 years) theres no grounds for annulment, and it would disinherit his children potentially anyway, or even start a second Dance. As soon as you have a second wife, whether polygamous, annulled or dead first wife, war will be almost inevitable between the potential heirs.

Also Ik its not possible.. but can we stop with the E/R/L shipping in a serious manner (crackship is fine but in canon is 😐)

Like genuinely thinking mid-20s Elia would want to romance a 14 year old girl, would be fine with her husband romancing said 14 year old, or join in together, is so crazy to me. Like, yes Rhaegar is very much in the pedo-realm but why would Elia also follow suit??!

And like not to be a huge Robert Baratheon stan here (i hate GOT era him) but you can’t deny that it is the rebellion+it’s repercussions on his life, that change him so heavily into this twisted abusive, pedo man. He was not a great guy pre-rebellion, he slept around, was loud and rowdy, but I feel like you can’t really say that Lyanna somehow predicted that he would be this abusive evil man, tbh it seems like she just disliked his promiscuity which is valid, but in doing the same to Elia, her point gets invalidated in my eyes.

Also next point is the age-situation.

Now i know that obviously in a real life situation, a 14 year old girl is at no blame for the groomer actions of the adult…. however just look at how GRRM perceives this. like not as an “oh medieval girls married at 14, its fine” because they were still mentally children… but i mean how GRRM perceives relationships akin to R-L and characters by Lyannas age in ASOIAF-verse.

Ok so GRRM thinks R-L is romantic, which means that the groomer undertones aren’t necessarily meant to be there, and its meant to be more of a Romeo-Juliet situation (which heavily fucked over Romeos girl Rosaline ie Elia). He also believes Dany-Drogo and San-San is healthy, so I don’t think age heavily affects characters romantic feeling and actions much then.

Then if we see character Lyanna’s age, they’re treated as adults (yes some do have child impulses but overall adults). You have Robb acting impulsively like a kid, but ultimately being treated as an adult and being killed. I feel like even though they have kid impulses, they’re meant to get adult consequences for their actions.

Also ages as a whole is fucked up in ASOIAF in comparison to real world, like you have baby Rickon Stark going feral in Skagos, you have 3 year old Joffrey Velaryon/Strong squaring up to Aemond, and you even have 11 year old Benjicott Blackwood being an absolute beast of a warrior when in the real-world, he’d be just a kid, useless in defence.

[brineoffire]

It took me a while to write this, so I apologize 😔 but part 4 is here! I'll be writing for the monster au for a bit 👉👈

Part 4- Beaten Not Stirred

Previous chapter!

You're flat on your back. Again. You've been sparring with Ghost for about half an hour now and, surprisingly? He's hard to read. Well. That’s not actually surprising. What is actually surprising you is how he's not just kicking you down with sarcastic remarks like the lieutenants you’ve had before. You’ve gotten back up each time, setting yourself back up as he waits patiently. It's hard not to focus on how he immediately readies for your next attack as soon as you move, realizing you're that easy to read. You unconsciously speed up your moves, if they're reading you, gotta move faster. Hand eye coordination is a must and you thank the gods you played so many fighting games because you'd definitely be putting up zero fight without them. It takes more time but you slowly pick up on his moves, noticing tiny windows of time between his motions you can exploit. You hold off until you can pull together a full plan, getting thrown to the ground several more times in the next five minutes. Trying another tactic you throw a punch that masks the real blow, a kick to his torso, and your foot almost makes contact this time before he jabs the back of your knee, ducking and pushing you forward so you end up falling on your face this time.

“Up again then.”

You push yourself up with a grunt and face off with the man again. This time you try to rely on speed, always being a stronger suit for you, and string together all the details you noticrd. You rush him ducking under his arm as he aims to block you. Before he can change tactics you press your shoulder into his side, aiming to push him off balance, and it works. Getting him to stumble isn't enough so you follow through, planting your foot on his side and kicking again, this time landing the hit and dropping him to the ground. A grunt of surprise leaves him as he catches himself, hands keeping his face from connecting with the ground, almost graceful, unlike your falls. He stands, looking away from you and you feel proud of yourself for a few seconds before you swallow, seeing the skull of his mask glare at you from over his shoulder. He grunts and gives you a nod before pointing off with his thumb.

“Go eat.” Is all he says and you're quick to listen, headed off past him to the mess hall. In your rush you don't even notice how his eyes follow you closely before flickering over to the other man that stood by unnoticed.

“Like I said. Good reflexes.” Price comments, arms crossed over his chest as Ghost nods at him.

“Quick on the pickup too. Always got somethin up yer sleeve ay Price?”

“Aye. There's somethin about the look a him. E'll be a good addition I know it.” 

Rushing yourself to the mess hall you can't help but feel worried about the outcome of your sparring with Ghost. Was that good? Did it take too long? How was it supposed to go? You fret to yourself about it while recalling Ghost's eyes, a hard stare with a dark, unreadable focus. Moving on autopilot while you grab your lunch, not noticing Soap nudge Gaz then nod to you over at their table. Gaz raises a curious eyebrow as he watches you from across the rowdy cafeteria. 

“Damn near looks like the LT took the piss outta ‘im aye?” Gaz shakes his head, eyes still tracking you.

“Ay, but he looks no worse the ware. Think he threw in the towel?” Soap barks out a string of laughs.

“Naw. If he had Ghost'd seen ‘'im off then an’ there.” Soap stands at his spot on the table waving an arm at you as you turn. You're snapped out of your repetitive thoughts when you notice him, making a beeline towards the two of them as Soap nods at you with a grin. 

“Aye lad, dunnit be so hard on yerself. Ghost is always tough on newcomers, ‘init no shame losin’ ta him, man’s impossible.” You look at him confused, your brow furrowed, a questioning hum on your lips.

“Yer spar. ‘M guessin’ ya had it rough, no?” You shake your head and look down to your tray. 

“I-uh. I dropped him once… Just kinda worried ah did it wrong er somethin?” They both stare at you for a beat too long and you look up to see their dumbfounded faces.

“W-What?” You ask, immediately more anxious than earlier.

“The fuck you mean, ya dropped ‘im?” Gaz asks, astonished.

“That mean sumthin else here?” You question, even more concerned.

“Noh. But you. You? Dropped the LT? You sparred with the LT and HE fell?” Soap responds incredulously.

“Ya! But that’s just it! He just glared at me after. Did I fail a test er sumthin? Was I not suppost ta knock him down?” They look at each other, then back to you before they erupt into laughter.

“Ah never thought ayed see the day Ghost lost a spar ta someone day. Fuckin’. One!” Soap exclaims, tears pricking the corners of his eyes with how hard he’s laughing. Gaz isn’t much better off, his whole body shaking with his laughter as his forehead rests on the table. You’re less concerned now, but still very confused as you wait for them to settle. First to slowly laugh his last laugh is Gaz, who sits up and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Okay, okay. So you beat him once, yeah? How many trues did that take then?” You hiss though your teeth, taking a moment to think, your limbs pulsing with soreness as you recall how many times you hit the ground.

“I stopped counting after twenty, but that was only after about six minutes or so. We went for over fourty.” Soap barks out a few more laughs and nods.

“Aye, now that sounds ‘bout right, but whaz all this ‘bout winnin’ wrong then? Sounds like ya’ should be proud.”

“I was for a bit, but he just glared at me and sent me out. Was he pissed off at me er sumthin’?” Soap claps you on the shoulder and shakes his head.

“Now, now recruit. Dun’ you worry yer pretty lil’ head about the LT bein’ pissed witcha. You'da known real quick if ‘e was.” Gaz nods along.

“Ay, that's true newbie. Trust us, you did real good for your first time fightin’ ‘im.” Exhaling a deep breath, you also nod.

“Hell, alright. I'm just glad I didn't fuck up my first day then. Thank yall.” They both smile at you with reassuring nods and slowly slip back into regular lunchroom conversations. You dig into your food and pause, eyes flickering to Soap, watching him as he's focused on his talk with Gaz. Pretty little head? You state at him for a short time before focusing on your food again. Should you those words stuck in your head? Probably not. Are they the only thing you're thinking about? Yes…

[crushedgraham]

Would u do an Ashe x Widowmaker x fem! Reader (poly relationship) headcanons please? Reader is quite introverted 🤍

Also some smut headcanons too if that’s okay :)

Widowmaker x introverted fem Reader x Ashe

im still trying to figure out how to portray them :,) but i hope you like it!

prepare to be SPOILED.

theyre both loaded and will not hesitate to buy anything for you

oh you want something but youre too shy to ask? amélie can tell as soon as she looks at you, her eyes keenly observing you

typically amélie's the one accompanying you while shopping bc ashe is busy running the deadlock gang but she tries her best to join every now and then

she makes up for it by bringing you little trinkets from her heists that reminds her of you

it can vary from expensive jewelry to little figurines she thought you'd like

she'll clasp a gold necklace around your neck and kiss your cheek, murmuring a small "such a pretty girl"

they're trying to one up each other, every chance they get

who's the better shooter?

who's the better cook (ashe can only grill hotdogs and burgers and amélie can only make charcuterie boards but they try their best)?

who's the better kisser?

who can make you cum the fastest

they just want your praise and affection 🙁

speaking of which...they're N E E D Y.

you literally have to sleep in the middle so they each have easy access to you

when ashe gets jealous of amelie, her confident and "dominating" mask crumbles, leaving her needy and whiny

she'll kiss and nuzzle at your neck with her arms wrapped tightly around your waist "Darlin'...Pay attention to me"

when amélie gets jealous of ashe she gets petty and almost cat-like. she'll huff and pout while glaring at you and the cowgirl until you get the hint that she needs some loving too

i feel like ashe would love to show off her partners at events she holds for the deadlock gang

you dont like socializing too much? thats fine with her, she'll steal you away to a private nook in her expensive party room

ashe will sit you on her lap while she sips some whiskey and eyes you up and down

if you're feeling bold and decide to slip her hat off of her head and onto your own?

she'll go feral.

Cowboy hat rule is all im saying.

amélie will accompany the two of you sometimes to join in on the fun but opts out most of the times bc she thinks the rowdiness of the party's distasteful

you sitting on ashe's lap with your back pressed against her chest, her knees spreading your legs open for amélie who's kneeling with her head under your dress is a position you frequent a lot

ashe tops the most (she's so smug about it) but when amélie takes over? she crumbles.

sounds like a whiny mess as you watch and touch yourself to the scene of her getting her back absolutely blown out by amélie

i feel like one of their favorite positions would be amélie sitting on your face while ashe fucks you with her favorite strap

ANYWAYS

lets get back to some domestic hc's

ashe can definitely play the acoustic guitar and will softly play it while singing old country songs whenever it's a sleepless night or when someone gets a nightmare

she even learned the chords for some french lullabies for amélie to sing to

when you go out to eat and they get your order wrong but you're too shy to say anything, BABE THEY GOTCHU.

"she asked for no pickles 😠"

or if you just don't want to order in general? they'll happily do it!

if your social battery's running out or you're just feeling a little on edge/anxious at events they'll escort you outside for a break

the silence is comfortable and the comforting smell of their shared cigarette grounds you

after a long day yall will just turn on a movie of your choice and you'll lay in between them

ashe will most likely spoon you and amélie will lay on her side, facing you while tracing little patterns on your ribs or holding your hand

[simplygyuu]

Popstar - 003 : stupid opinion

synopsis : its 2007 and childhood star choi beomgyu is in the middle of his fall from grace. he constantly goes out to parties, getting wasted and making dumb decisions. he seems to have absolutely no regard for his career anymore and has made a complete change from his old sweetheart personality. you are the manager for another rowdy popstar choi yeonjun, one of beomgyus only friends. but what will you do when management switches you and beomgyus manager, making you watch over the troublesome popstar? he seems to make it his life mission to do everything you tell him not to do, but maybe theres underlying issues that led him to acting this way..

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