#instant mood lift hes so funny

[qsmp-yaoi-island]

Vod watched Ros cause I missed it earlier and I'm so glad owen is back 😭

[greengoblinswifey]

Little Do You Know—Player 001/Hwang In Ho x Fem!Reader

summary—after making a passing remark on the possibility of the front man being attractive, your crush on young-il who unbeknownst to you is the front man, boils over. based on this request.

warnings— flirting, oral(f&m receiving), praising, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

The group sat gathered around with a small meal, the kind of makeshift dinner that felt comforting despite the bleak circumstances. Gi-hun leaned back, his arms crossed, recounting some story about the Front Man. “I’m telling you, he has cameras everywhere. He probably sees and hears everything we’re saying.”

The mood was tense, as it often was when the Front Man became the topic of conversation. But your lips twitched upward, a thought making you suppress a giggle.

Dae-ho, ever the curious one, caught it immediately. “What’s so funny?” he asked, narrowing his eyes in your direction.

You waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nothing. It’s silly. Forget it.”

Young-il, sitting across from you, tilted his head slightly, his expression soft. “Come on,” he said gently, his voice soothing in a way that made you feel oddly safe. “Anything you have to say, we’ll appreciate. Don’t hold back.”

Encouraged by his tone, you hesitated for just a moment before shrugging. “Alright, but don’t judge me.” You exhaled a breathy laugh, looking down at your lap for a second before glancing back up. “What if the Front Man is, like—really hot?”

The reaction was instant. Dae-ho choked on his milk, sputtering, while Jun-Hee’s eyes widened slightly before she went back to eating as if she hadn’t heard you. Even Jung-Bae, usually laid back, looked at you like you’d just grown a second head.

“Seriously?” Gi-hun said, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“What?” you asked defensively, your shoulders lifting in mock innocence. “I’m just saying. It’s possible!”

Gi-hun groaned, covering his face with his hands. “We’re talking about a guy who might be orchestrating all this madness, and you’re worried if he’s good-looking?”

Before you could respond, your eyes flicked to Young-il. Everyone else was either laughing awkwardly or shaking their heads, but Young-il wasn’t saying a word. Instead, a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, almost imperceptible to anyone else. Almost.

Your gaze stayed on him for a moment, your brow quirking as you tilted your head slightly in return, a silent question hanging between the two of you. His smirk deepened just enough for you to catch the meaning, amusement, maybe even intrigue, but he quickly smoothed his expression before anyone else noticed. He was hot too, you thought.

Gi-hun, still shaking his head, muttered, “Out of everything you could be thinking about.”

“Well, excuse me for lightening the mood,” you shot back playfully, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like I said I wanted to marry him or something. Geez.”

As the group moved on, you couldn’t help but replay the moment in your head. Maybe you were overthinking it, but wasn’t Young-il’s smirk a little too knowing? Or maybe it was just your ridiculous crush on him twisting your perception. You’d never admit it out loud, but you found yourself drawn to his quiet confidence, the calm authority he exuded even in casual moments like this.

It was ironic, really, here you were crushing on Young-il while joking about the Front Man. Little did you know, the very man you were teasing about might as well have been sitting right in front of you, wearing the mask in plain sight.

You shook the thought off with a small laugh. Overthinking, as usual. Still, when Young-il glanced your way again, his gaze warm and unreadable, you couldn’t stop your stomach from fluttering.

The night had settled into a familiar stillness, broken only by the occasional shuffle of someone shifting in their sleep. You couldn’t sleep, your earlier exchange with Young-il replaying in your mind. That smirk, so brief, had lodged itself in your thoughts.

You were still awake when he appeared, his footsteps quiet as he approached where you lay, tucked into a dim corner of the quarters. He didn’t say anything at first, just crouched down beside you, his dark eyes searching yours.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked softly.

“Guess not,” you replied.

He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Still thinking about the Front Man being hot?”

“I didn’t mean to make it weird,” you said laughing and flustered.

“You didn’t,” he assured you. “But if I didn’t know better, I’d say you might have a type.”

Your cheeks warmed under his words, and you rolled your eyes, trying to deflect. “Oh, come on. I was joking.”

“Were you?” he teased, his smile widening just a bit.

You were about to retort, but something in his expression stopped you. His hand, warm and steady, brushed against your cheek, lingering for just a moment before he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“You know,” he said, his tone teasing, “if you wanted to get something off your chest, now’s the time.”

Your breath hitched. “What are you trying to say, Young-il?”

“Just that I’m here,” he replied, “If there’s something you want.”

His words sent a jolt through you, and before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss started slow, testing the waters, but quickly deepened as his hand came up to cradle your face.

The thought of the games seemed to fall away as you lost yourself in the way his lips moved against yours. His hands were firm but gentle, holding your face as the kiss turned hungrier, more insistent. His fingers found their way into your hair, tugging slightly, drawing a low moan from him that you quickly stifled.

“Quiet,” he murmured against your lips, a teasing smirk playing on his face as his thumb brushed over your cheek. “We wouldn’t want to wake anyone, would we?”

Your heart raced as his lips moved to your neck, his hands on your waist as he guided you back against the small bed. He trailed kisses down your chest, his kisses slow and savoring every moment.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as his kisses grew bolder, trailing lower. He pulled off your bottoms and your lace panties, tongue licking from your hole to your clit. The way he did it so suddenly, so smoothly, made your pussy throb. You instinctively bit down on your lip, your hands fisting the fabric beneath you as you fought to keep your composure.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Let me taste you.”

His hands slid down your thighs, spreading them open as he adjusted your position. He glanced up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of mischief and tenderness. You pressed your lips together tightly, his skilled tongue flicking your clit then moving to your leaking hole.

“Don’t hold back too much,” he murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I want to hear those pretty moans, just a little.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, his tone leaving you breathless. You felt the warmth of his fingertips on your thighs and the tenderness of his kisses on your pussy, and his praises were a quiet balm to the storm of emotions swirling inside you because of the game.

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

Your fingers gripped his shoulders as he continued ravishing your pussy, mouth engulfing you and sucking as though the meal from earlier wasn’t enough. He was attentive to your pleasure, fingers pumping steadily inside your pussy as sucked and flicked your clit with precision. The precision you expected and appreciated in an older man. No one had ever made you feel this good. The pleasure was otherworldly and your legs shook from it all.

The coil in your abdomen and euphoria built with every passing second and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep quiet. His words and actions blurred together, creating a warmth that left you trembling. When his tongue brought you to your peak, you bit down on your lip to stifle a cry, your entire body shuddering as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit.

“You did amazing,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned closer.

You gently nudged Young-il to lie back, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “My turn,” you murmured, your fingers grazing the waistband of his bottoms.

He raised an eyebrow, a chuckle escaping him, but there was no mistaking the lust in his gaze. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you interrupted softly.

Slowly, you slid his bottoms down, taking in the sight of his, long, thick cock with a mixture of nervousness and determination. He was big, but you could take him. His sharp inhale was audible as your lips wrapped around the head, his hand instinctively brushing against your cheek as you went down.

“You’re too good to me,” he whispered, his voice low and tinged with awe.

Your fingers wrapped around his girth, careful and deliberate, and you began to stroke as you sucked with a rhythm that earned a quiet moan from him. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, but you focused, letting his quiet praises guide you.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his fingers threading in your curls. “You’re doing so well.”

You glanced up at him, mouth full, eyes watering and saliva mixed with pre cum dripping down your chin. Your cheeks warmed from his words and the darkness of his gaze. The way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful little thing in the world as you took him down your throat made your heart race. You bobbed your head faster, using as much tongue as you could on his thick shaft, your actions conveying what words couldn’t.

The effect was immediate. His head fell back against the pillow, a low moan escaping him as his free hand gripped the fabric beneath him.

“God, you’re incredible,” he said, his voice rough. “That pretty face of yours, how will I last?”

You couldn’t help but smile with his cock buried in your throat, your movements continued, now slower and purposeful as you went up and down. His breathing grew heavier, and his hand in your hair tightened slightly as he struggled to maintain composure.

“You’re too good,” he managed, his voice breaking slightly. “I—”

Before he could finish, the coil in him snapped, and his praises were replaced with a low, drawn out moan of relief. You swallowed the ropes of hot cum, watching as he tried to catch his breath, his gaze locking with yours almost immediately.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his tone full of affection and disbelief. He reached out to cup your face, pulling you closer until his lips pressed against yours, savoring the taste of himself on your lips.

Your confidence emboldened by the way he looked at you with dazed, lust filled eyes. His hands still rested on your waist, fingers brushing your skin as you leaned into him, your voice soft but teasing.

“Can I ride you?” you asked, pussy aching for him.

His lips curved into a smile, his thumbs drawing slow circles on your hips. “Anything you want, princess,” he murmured.

You bit your lip as you shifted, settling over his hard cock with a nervous laugh that he silenced by cupping your cheek. “Take your time,” he said.

When you finally sank down onto his length, his hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you with a steady rhythm that sent shivers down your spine. The quiet moan he let out made you even wetter, and you instinctively leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest for balance.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with admiration. “You ride me so well, just like that.”

His praises made you bolder, and you bounced on his cock with more confidence, your breathing shallow as he let his hands roam, one sliding up to gently cup your tits. The warmth of his touch made you bite back a moan and his eyes darkened as he noticed.

“You’ve got to be quiet pretty girl,” he whispered, his hands still steadying you. “Think you can do that?”

You nodded quickly, though the feeling building inside you made it harder with every moment. His grip on your hips tightened, and he thrusted up into you, the two of you finding a rhythm that made it impossible to focus on anything but how he stretched your pussy. He was so big, your pussy was sure to remember the shape of his cock after you were done.

“I want to cum with you,” you admitted breathlessly, leaning down so your lips were close to his ear. “Inside me.”

Young-il’s breath hitched, his eyes meeting yours with pure lust. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Beg for it,” he whispered.

Your cheeks burned, but the desire in his gaze made you bold. “Please,” you murmured, leaning closer. “I want you to cum with me. Please.”

He groaned softly, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice unsteady. “Just hold on to me.”

The pleasure between you reached its peak as his praises and your whispered pleas filled the air. When the release finally came, it was almost overwhelming, and you buried your face against his neck to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. His hands held you firmly in place as he came with you, cum spurting inside you while you soaked his cock, his breaths ragged but filled with relief.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured after a long pause, brushing stray strands of hair from your face. His gaze softened as he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart racing as you settled against him. “So are you,” you whispered back, letting the moment linger in the quiet comfort of his embrace.

[muniimyg]

falling in love 》 series m.list

note: for the sake of timelines ,, let's say this extra takes place around ch 5 !!! the text (pic 1) is considered part 1 for this extra <3 hope that makes sense !!!

warnings: implied smut !!! jk is abt to eat her out lol

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“Oh, what the fuck? How’d you get in?” 

Jungkook’s eyes are barely open, but he is already lifting his covers for you to join him. He can’t help but offer you a sleepy smirk as you undress your outside layer. Eyeing your thin and flimsy pajamas, you attempt to sound strict and lay the boundary for tonight.

“Stop looking at me like that…” You warn. “Jungkook, we are not fucking.”

He puts his hands up, pouting innocently. “Can we revisit the topic after your meeting?”

You glare at him. 

“... Fine,” you huff, settling beside him. Jungkook feels instant relief as he reaches for your body and pulls you closer. 

Happily, he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your stomach. He has waited for this all day. It was the one thing he was looking forward to. Even if you didn't come, he was looking forward to dreaming about it. Yet, here you are... Holding him like he's all yours.

Which he is.

The placement is just a little shy under your boobs, so you can’t blame him when he sneakily slides his hand under your shirt and squeezes them. 

“Jungkook!” you laugh, playfully pushing him away. “Seriously? Just wait an hour.”

“So we are fucking after your meeting? In an hour to be exact?”

You purse your lips at him. “Pookie, can’t you just behave?”

He ponders. Then, he remembers he doesn’t give a shit. 

“When does your meeting start?” He asks. 

You reach over for your laptop and turn the screen on. Reading the time, you shrug at him in response. “Hmmm... In like 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes is enough time,” Jungkook insists, giving you no time to escape. Hastily, he places small and sweet kisses on your lips and then on your cheeks. 

Giggling, you push him off with a groan. “Yah, Jungkook—”

“Oh come on, pookie! Did you really think my back was the only thing that was gonna get rubbed tonight?”

Your mouth drops. 

Jungkook laughs heartily as you roll your eyes at him and complain about his unhinged behaviour. Once your whining dies down, he pulls you even closer and sinks into your body. He holds you tight as you rub his back. 

“Were you napping to ignore your problems?” you ask him quietly. “And can you—holy shit—I can’t breathe! Do you have to hold me so tight?”

It feels like your bones are about to be crushed. Jungkook’s body is warm and so fucking beefy. It’s comfortable and all but wow do you need some air. In response, he buries his face in your body, tightening his grip. You let out a squeal. 

“Yes,” he murmurs. “If I don’t, you might run away.”

Dramatically, you gasp for air. “J-Jungkook, I won’t run away. I’m in my pajamas. I’d have to get dressed first, of course!”

Your joke doesn’t amuse him. 

“When I fall asleep… You might leave.” Jungkook says, revealing his hidden feelings. 

You bite your inner cheek, navigating through your feelings. Honestly, his room was warmly lit… It’s pretty chilly tonight… Not to mention that it is getting kind of late… Maybe you should stay the night. Although it’s kind of funny he assumed you were going to leave. Never have you ever done that to him. Never ever could you do it. 

“I’ll only leave if you snore.” You tease him, booping his nose. “Also, I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper."

He scrunches his nose in response. “Now you know. Take note for next time,” Jungkook yawns. “And yeah… I didn’t know if you were actually coming so I thought I would just sleep off my bad mood.”

“Did it work?”

Jungkook lets out a drowsy-like chuckle. “No. You woke me up.”

“Geez, okay… I’ll leave—”

Jungkook plops up on his elbows and hisses, “Shut up and listen to my day, woman. You’re the only good thing in my life so you’re not allowed to leave. Don’t even joke about that. God, you’re so fucking mean—”

You cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. Kissing him gently, you add another peck as you pull away. Holding his face close, you kiss his cheeks and murmur, “Hmmm, sorry, sorry…”

He huffs, pouting for another kiss. You give in. 

Then, he begins to ramble about all the things that made his day so horrible. 

You lay there, rubbing his back, and offer a few, “Mhmm,”’s “Oh, seriously?” and a few, “Eww. No, you’re so right. That sounds awful. I’d be upset too.” Listening to his tired voice makes you sleepy. Not that he’s boring but more because it was so soothing. That’s something you would have never admitted a few months ago…

But things change. 

He changed.

You changed too. 

Unexpectedly, being together is so comforting. Despite being each other's pain in the ass, you two were always there for each other. You two, for some odd reason, have begun to need one another. 

Each other’s warmth, each other’s touch, and each other’s presence—all of it. 

God, you two just made everything better for one another.

If falling in love was a feeling… This is it. 

Being with Jungkook is so easy.

Like... You never understood when people said that about their significant other, but now you do. The weird part is... He isn't even yours.

It's like whenever you have issues that are blown up in your head, he doesn’t try to find solutions. Instead, he listens and helps you reflect. Jungkook has a good understanding of what is his to handle and honestly? He handles you well. 

Besides, being with you is his favourite part of living. It’s as if his body wasn’t aching from the 4 hour long soccer practice. It’s as if nothing mattered because at the end of the day—if it meant that he could be with you. 

Your meeting goes smoothly. Jungkook behaves (let’s give him a gold star!) and at one point, he falls asleep. His little snores made you roll your eyes, but it didn’t motivate you to leave. If anything, it’s the reason you stayed. When the call ends, Jungkook slides his hands down your shorts and chuckles. 

“Forgot to eat dinner,” he claims, peaking with one eye. “Lemme eat that pussy…”

You blink at him. 

He returns your look with a pout. 

“Pretty please?”

You stay still. 

Then, he huffs and abruptly gets up. “You’re so annoying,” Jungkook groans as he walks to his door. Just as he’s about to leave, he makes his final comment. “Do you know how hard it was to not eat you out while you were being all cute and academic? I behaved and now I’m starving. I’m gonna make some food. You craving anything—oh fuck yes.”

Jungkook’s words are cut off as you fling your panties onto his face. 

He blinks at you, scrunching your panties in his hands. His eyes almost fall out of his head as you open your legs and lean back against his headboard. Oh, god... He is so lucky. Today truly is the best day of his life.

Jungkook watches with steady eyes as you lift your flimsy top to expose your breasts. Then, you put your hands to your sides and grip his bed sheets. He loves the way you look right now... It's mesmerizing.

Therefore, Jungkook wastes no time.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." He praises your body, more than ready to dive in. You roll your eyes at him but secretly love this. You know you do. You feel it between your legs and even in your heart.

He positions himself in between your legs and kisses your inner thigh. As he begins, you grip his hair with one hand and whimper, "y-you... Craving you."

[wolfiesmoon]

I NEED MORE CONTENT WITH PRANKSTER YUU AND VIL😍

reader is gender neutral and is a silly prankster

ofc anything for my slavic friendo 🤭 yall get special treatment fr

i am still genuinely blown away by how well recieved that body swap fic of mine was, i've never gotten that many comments on a fic of mine before

(and how well recieved i was into the twst fandom in general, srsly guys thanks for the support💕)

You are in a silly mood today. But then again, when are you not?

You feel like causing a bit of trouble to someone, but all the fun options have already been exhausted and you doubt they'd fall for your tricks twice in a row.

However, you still do have one person you can pull a prank on, and that's Vil Schoenheit. Normally, you'd give him a special pass which lets him bypass your pranks because he's extra special to you.

But what's the fun in that? Sometimes even he deserves to be messed with a little. Also, wouldn't it be kind of unfair if Vil was the only one spared from your little tricks?

That settles it, you're sneaking into Pomefiore tonight.

You knew Vil would be out at about 7 pm, busy with a photoshoot. He told you himself. Beginner mistake.

You're already cooking up a funny prank to pull. It's an expensive one, but his reaction will be worth the empty wallet. You can always work a few shifts at the Mostro lounge to make the money back.

Once 7 pm hit, you quietly snuck into Pomefiore, trying your damn hardest to sneak into Vil's room without getting caught.

"What are you doing here?" A very familiar voice stopped you in your tracks just as you were about to reach the door to Vil's room. And you were so close, too.

"Good evening to you too, Epel." You greeted him, slightly irked by the instant interrogation. He quickly corrected himself, greeting you back with a slight stutter.

"I just realised I forgot something in Vil's room." This actually wasn't a bad excuse at all since you often visit Vil and Epel knows that. You mostly just let him experiment on you with makeup or let him talk about his passions. Which is always a pleasure.

"Why do you have a backpack, then?" Epel glanced at the backpack which was hanging off your shoulder. He didn't mean to doubt you, but even he's been a victim to your pranks before. You're being really suspicious, but then again, it feels like you're always planning something.

"They're books, and thick ones too. They'd be difficult to carry with my hands." You shrugged, subtly showing the conversation is over as you placed your hand on the doorknob.

Of course, that part about the books was a lie. Your backpack was filled with "skincare products". They looked exactly like Vil's skincare, but really, all the bottles were filled with mayonnaise.

It's very convenient that mayo is coloured moderately like skincare products, and if it wasn't, you made sure to color match it with dye. You even tried replicating the original smell on some of them. Buying all that skincare from Sam was truly eye opening to just how expensive Vil's shiny skin is.

You're going to swap out his actual skincare with your counterfeit mayo skincare. You would pour out the contents of the original bottles and simply refill them but you have a feeling you'd never escape Vil's wrath if you did that and that's the one thing you definitely do not want to happen.

You placed the mayo skincare on his vanity table, carefully replacing each cream and balm one by one exactly as they were placed originally. Ohohoho, this is going to be great.

You put Vil's actual skincare back in your backpack and left Pomefiore with a sense of accomplishment. Oh, you wish you could see his initial reaction directly.

.

"Care to explain what these are?" Vil lifted one of his creams out of his bag, sat across from you in the Pomefiore lounge.

"They're uhhh... your skincare creams?" You acted innocent, like you had no clue why he was taking that tone with you.

"I know it was you. Epel told me he saw you in Pomefiore acting suspicious yesterday." He pressed you further, serious expression on his face. Ohohoho, you suddenly feel like you're in a detective movie.

You tried not to let the satisfaction on your face show. "Huh? I was simply taking back the magical history book I left in your room. What does your facial cream have to do with it?"

"I am not here to play this game with you. What did you do with my skincare?" He did not look amused by your excuses in the least.

"Hehehehe, I might or might not have replaced it with mayonnaise." You grinned evilly at him.

"You-" he seemed at a loss for words for a moment. "I knew you switched it out with something, but mayonnaise? Really? Why do you do these things?" He knew you knew that mayonnaise was his least favourite food. And he also knew of your affinity for pranks and jokes, but it seems he's gotten a bit too comfortable with not being their victim. Just how long have you been planning this? (One day.)

"Becaaaause, it's funny. Oh man, I wish I could've seen your face when you first applied it." you snorted, imagining his expression. His face is always such a joy to look at, but you imagine it must have been especially expressive in that moment. Your snort developed into hearty laughter.

"I for one do not find it as amusing as you do." he crossed his legs, looking at you with an expression that demanded seriousness. If you weren't so comfortable around him, you would have immediately apologised and bowed gracefully. His presence sure is strong.

You tried your best to stop laughing so he wouldn't actually kick you out of Pomefiore, but it was hard. Whenever you thought you had calmed down and tried looking him in the eyes, it was right back to laughter.

After about a minute of this, Vil seemingly gave up on stopping you, expression softening slightly.

"You should know by now how important skincare is to me. Having to miss out on it this morning was a horrible experience. Which, speaking of... just what did you do to the original contents of my products?" he looked incredibly horrified at the thought of you simply throwing away the contents.

"Oh, I, uh...." you acted nervous on purpose to make him think you're confirming his fears. His eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward in the fancy lounge chair.

"...Put the original tubes and containers away in Ramshackle dorm and bought new ones to refill with mayo." he took a visible sigh of relief. His products live another day.

"Didn't that hurt your wallet?" he asked.

"Yeah, a lot. But it was worth it." you shrugged, smiling at him.

"Well, I suppose you're quite a dedicated person, too. I didn't peg you as one initially." you really are a dedicated prankster. In some aspects, he respects the commitment. In others, he thinks you were kind of stupid for spending so much money just to annoy him.

"Always have been, pookie bear, always have been." you jokingly blew a kiss at him.

He cleared his throat, cheeks dusting pink. How ungraceful.

"I like you when you're angry." you blurted out after a few seconds of silence.

"...You're strange." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Hahahaha, I knowwww. It's just, like... when you're angry with me for pulling a silly prank on you, it feels different. Your face becomes all expressive and stuff. Oh, and also, it's like, really hot." you recall watching a few movies which he acted in and you felt all giddy when he got angry playing the hot villain. As much as you know he dislikes being typecast, you always simp for him quite excessively when he plays a villain.

"Then why have you only pulled one prank on me so far?" he ignored that last comment after a few moments of consideration. He supposes the pranks would lose their effect if you did them too much, but if you really get that much enjoyement out of his misery, then why have you waited so long?

"Oh, that's because you get a special no-prank pass. You get it since I love y-" you paused.

"I realise I've said too much... I mean, uhhh, that was a prank! Got you! Hahahaha!" Suddenly, you wanted to remove yourself from Pomefiore, so you did just that. You quickly left the dorm without saying goodbye. You cringed at yourself for how unnatural and forced that laughter sounded.

He blinked a few times at the sudden end of the conversation and then fell back on the lounge chair.

"That little... Oh, your real goal is to make me lose my mind, isn't it..." Vil pressed his fingers against his forehead, mumbling that to himself before going to sort out some paperwork. He's wasted far too much time dealing with you anyways.

He denied any accusations from Rook about his cheeks being more pink than before.

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Venus in Converse — @harrystanslouis & @larryandgaystuff

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Louis is looking for magic. Everyone, even her best friend, has tried to convince her she's chasing a fairy tale. Then one night, she finds her. The girl who sets her heart afire. But she's like a dream, always disappearing before Louis can ever reach her.

A girl direction fic about love at first sight and all the feelings that come with it, this felt like a sweet little journey accompanied by a nice, warm feeling from reading Zouis best friends.

On That Note — @allwaswell16

6.237 words / @1daboficfest / Harry x Louis

Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.

This fic is so funny. There is so much banter and friendly bickering, it’s perfect for when you desperately need a laugh to brighten your day. And for those who love a nice side pairing, this fic has two really good ones.

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THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for answering the request for the eugene smut, it was everything I wanted and SO much more, you have no idea thank you thank you thank you 💞💞 (ps: I would love to request a friends to lovers eugene smut hehe, the “friends to lovers” smut is my only request, everything else is up to you and your absolutely brilliant writing! but only if you feel like it tho ofc!! don’t stress <3 take your time)

Hey! I’m so glad you enjoyed& thank you for your request I loved writing it, and this concept is amazinggg, thank you again <3

Eugene Roe x reader - Friends to Lovers *SMUT*

Eugene and the local English girl have been friends for the past 2 months since Easy arrived in her small village. There’s an obvious tension and spark between the pair but both of them are too worried to act on it. After one evening in the pub, everything completely changes and the two can finally unleash their feelings to one another.

tw- smut, 18+, outdoor sex??? Is that called , voyeurism, idek? But Gene is so soft I love this boy. Anyway you’ve been warned 😈

“Hey guys!!!” My mood was instantly lifted, walking into my local pub and seeing the men of Easy company gathered around. A chorus

of greetings erupted from around me as a pint was thrown in my direction, and an open seat on the table that consisted of dozens of the tipsy men. “Hi Gene.” I smiled, a warmth instantly spreading through me when I sat down besides the company’s medic. “Hey.” The American greeted, I flashed him a toothy smile, settling into the small space, a little too happy with the seating placement. Gene was my best friend out of all the men, in the eight weeks I’d spent around the men I’d grown close to them all- however Gene was different. He was sweet, kind, super respectful and let’s just say my soft spot for him was instant. I’d fallen for Gene a long time ago, but I yet awaited anything to happen more than a conversation between us.

“Heyyy, you got all dressed up for us, didn’t you?!” George Luz teased from across the table, “yeah, yeah, just for you, Luz.” I joked back, taking a sip from the beer in front of me. “How long have you all been here for, half of you are already blathered?” I giggled, turning to Gene who shifted in his chair, head turning to face me. “I only just got here, but these lot…” he scanned around the table to the mixture of drunken, sober and everything in between men. “I’d say since this mornin’.” I giggled at his words again, amused by his funny southern accent. I liked it, I always tried to imitate it, that usually made Gene laugh at how botched it sounded. “Heyyy, you, budge up you’re the only person here that’s not a fat ass.” Joe Toye stumbled over, nudging me over in my chair as we shared a stool. The men all chimed out their objection to Toye’s mock about them all as I shuffled closer into Gene’s chair. There was 3 of us sharing 2 stools, and neither of the men were exactly small guys. “Sorry.” He muttered, budging up as I swallowed nervously, our sides were pressed together. “It’s fine.” I chuckled again, keeping one hand on my glass so it wouldn’t accidentally fall onto Gene’s lap due to the close proximity of us both. If I was a slightly bit drunk, then I would have no problem being a little more flirtatious, but right now I was stone cold sober and suffering with my confidence in my abilities to be seductive. “Are you at work tomorrow?” At some point, after an hour so of being there, Gene muttered down to me, giving me a break from yelling back to all the rowdy men surrounding me. “No, I got the weekend off. Are you training?” “Finally got a weekend pass.” He rolled his eyes. They barely ever got weekend passes, I’d heard a lot about the infamous Sobel, and none of it was good.

“Oh, finally, it’s about time.” I angled my body a little closer to him, my shoulder nestling against his arm as he lifted it, dropping it over the back of my chair comfortably. I was two wines down, and although I wasn’t drunk, it had given me the smallest bit of Dutch courage to engage in a one on one conversation with him. “Our first in eight weeks.” Gene told me as he took another swig from the almost empty pint glass. I had no idea how many he’d had, but his eyes were looking slightly hazed, apart from that he seemed fine. “I don’t know how you do it’s Gene, all of you- I’d be so upset.” He shrugged, shaking his head, indicating his lack of answer as I smiled back to my nearly empty wine glass. “You want another?” He then pointed out. “Oh, I’m alright for now, I don’t know how much more I can stomach.” “Probably more than these guys.” Gene smiled, nodding his head towards Moe and Malarkey who had both their heads on the table. “I thought Malarkey was supposed to be Irish, isn’t he supposed to be good at drinking?” A

“Mmmmh, supposedly.” Gene shuffled slightly, the back of his arm grazing over the bare of my neck. In return, that caused me to fidget, my legs were more comfortably rested against his own, and it wasn’t until I settled that I recognised how truly close we were. There wasn’t even a gap between us, it made me blush, bad. I was positive he could tell. I hadn’t been this close to a man in ages, never mind one that I harboured genuine feelings for.

We were midway through a conversation about how different it was in America, when a fight had broken out between some of the disorderly men nearby. In return all of the soldiers got kicked out of the pub, ruining it for everybody in there. Sighing, I mentally cursed the pair out, now my chances with Gene were ruined, again.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” Gene hushed, grabbing his blazer for his uniform that was slung on the back of his chair, the two of us walking out into the warm air. “I’m so glad it’s warm outside. I love summer.” I exhaled, grateful to not feel the cold breeze of the English wind against my bare arms. “Back in Louisiana, it’s always like this. Maybe even hotter.”

“Oh really? I’d love that.” I gazed up to him as we walked side by side. The walk back to my house was only 10 minutes, it made me sad to think I couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with Eugene in the pub as planned. “Mmmh.” Gene laughed out. “You’d melt.”

“Probably. I already know I’d be complainin’.” “I can imagine.” Gene teased as I let out a fake gasp, nudging into him playfully. There was a brief silence between us as we walked a little closer now. There was a lingering tension between us, it wasn’t awkward, but I could just feel there was something there. “How long until you’ll be shipped out, d’ya think?” “No clue..” Gene voice lowered, I momentarily felt bad for bringing up the topic. I winced at the thought of them all being shipped off to war, especially Gene. I hadn’t any idea of what they’d face out there, nor did I grasp the concept of how bad it could or would be. I wandered if Gene did.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring it up. It’s not exactly nice to talk about.” I kicked at the gravel below me. “No, it’s fine.” He drew out in his deep accent. “I uh… already know there’s a few guys lining up to write t’ya.” Genes words caused my head to snap up in his direction. “Yeah?” My eyebrows lifted, stunned by the topic.

“Have they not said?” He frowned. “Nah…” we continued walking in silence for a couple seconds. “Who?” I then questioned.

“Guess.” “Floyd? I don’t know, maybe Luz or somebody- they probably just said it cos they were drunk.” “I think they’re pretty serious.” He responded as I turned over my head to see the local park nearby, “you wanna keep walking? We could just go through the park.” “Sure.” Gene responded as we changed direction, walking through into the darkness of the wilderness surrounding the stretches of fields and woodland.

“Um, but no, I didn’t know they wanted to write to me.” I giggled. “If they did I’d be polite and write back, you know check up on you all but… you know, it wouldn’t be in that kinda way.” Gene nodded along, following with what I was saying. A thought then sprung to my mind, and a tight feeling in my chest just itched at me to get what I was feeling off my chest. “Unless-“ I cut myself off abruptly when I realised he was looking at me. I was smiling widely, and I could feel the heat rise to my face quicker than I could think. “Unless?” Gene repeated as I opened my mouth to speak but the words fell flat. Say something, say something.

“I mean, I’d write to you, see how you’re doin’ and all, you know.” My admission sorta fell flat on my tongue, I’d hinted around the topic of admitting my feelings, but I didn’t think it was obvious enough.

“You’d want to?” Gene’s gaze lingered over me as I nodded, meeting his eyes as I dropped my head back slightly. “Course, I’d want to… Obviously you don’t have to, if you don’t want-“

“No, I want to.” He was very quick to respond, settling my nerves slightly. I smiled up to him, before turning back in front of me. The paths were windy and long, surrounded by woodland, I didn’t think there was another soul around us, not at this time anyway.

“I was wonder in’-“ “I was gonna sa-“ the two of us began speaking at the same time, we shared a brief awkward laugh. “Go on.” I spoke.

“Well I was gonna ask anyway if ya’ wanted to write to me.” He cleared his throat, “I just didn’t know if some otha’ guy had already asked ya’.” My heart accelerated at his words. Was this him admitting we both shared mutual feelings? It was kind of vague but I could feel an excitement burning through me like no other.

“Well, if I’m honest I’d rather write to you.” I shyly spoke, a hand coming up to twirl a strand of my hair. “Than other guys, like Floyd and all them.” I added on nervously.

“You would?” Gene seemed genuinely stunned by my words. “Yeah.” I giggled, “why are you so shocked?” I borderline teased, as he smiled, shrugging to himself. “I dunno.” He’d mumbled, the smile never fading on his face. There was a slight rustling from the bushes to the left of me causing me to startle and jump two inches to my right, straight into Gene’s body. “I’m scared, what the fuck was that?” I cursed out, Gene’s eyes widening as he looked down to me. I felt the smooth of his hand move up my back as I tried to look out for whatever made the rustling noise next to us.

“I didn’t realise you swore.” He, on the other hand, sounded amused. My hand knocked into his chest with an embarrassed smile, realising how close we were. The two of us shared a smile before he glanced back out to the bushes. “Probably just a rabbit or something.” He uttered, but I was too focused on the beauty of his face to notice, we were so close, he just stood taller than me, that was the only distance between us.

When he did catch my eye again, he soon caught my lips, making my breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him, so I purposefully glanced at his own parted lips in return.

The thumb on my back shifted slightly, drawing a pattern there as he moved closer, in return I stood higher on my toes, almost sighing out in relief when I felt the gentle press of his kiss. Finally. At first, I was a little in shock, the back of his fingers grazed over my cheek and in return I smoothed my own hands over his shoulders, enjoying the intimacy of the kiss. Whatever was in the bushes was no longer on the forefront of my mind. Gene was.

The kiss didn’t just end there, when we did pull apart, he had the most beautiful smile on his face. He was so soft and gentle, I couldn’t help but reach up to kiss him once again. I needed to feel more of him, after months of being so close as friends, the intimate moment between the two of us felt foreign, but overwhelmingly good. The kiss deepened, my hand ran over the back of his neck and scalp, to which he reacted by pulling me closer into his body. I could feel more of him now, the swell of my breasts pushed up to his front. His grip was becoming firmer, keeping me close. The butterflies in my stomach had travelled lower down, and I didn’t feel ashamed to admit that the kiss was turning me on. The placement of his hand on my lower back made me want to wiggle it down just a little further so he could get a handful of my ass. Of course Gene was so respectful, I didn’t know if he’d make the first move to become more intimidate. I figured he wanted it, just from the feeling of the hardness in his pants that pressed into my front. God, that made me blush harder than anything before. The thought of him feeling that way because of me was a huge turn on.

Slowly, my hand snaked down to the buckle on his belt, as soon as my fingers wrapped over the waist band of his pants he pulled back slightly. “You want to?” He asked breathlessly, waiting for my consent.

I nodded up to him. “Do you?” “Yeah.” He gently responded and captured my lips once again. This time, he left kisses on my cheek, jaw, neck, and back over my lips whilst he removed his blazer. My hand slowly grazed over his erection as he let out a soft hun against my lips. That’s all I wanted to hear, it was beautiful the noises he made. “Here?” Gene then asked between kisses. “C’mon, let’s go somewhere bettuh’.” He then took the initiative to lead me by my hand towards the fields edge. “Here’s fine.” I laughed, as he set his blazer down, “c’mon.” He hushed, pulling me down onto it whilst he rested on the grass besides me. As I sat down, Gene initiated the next kiss, bringing me down to lay on the dry grass below. I let out a soft hum in appreciation as his hand smoothed over my ribs, slowly fiddling with the buttons on my white, summer dress.

Gene seemed a little shy at first, the top half of my dress was completely unbuttoned, my breasts in the bra were still exposed, yet his hand still remained over the soft skin on my torso and waist. Gently, I took his hand, guiding it up to my breast, earning a soft moan from his mouth as he groped over the swell of my boob.

Gene shifted, growing confident as he rolled his body on top of mine, planting himself between my spread legs as he softly rolled his hips into my own. The feeling was amazing, it was enough to elicit more moans from my mouth. The best thing was, Gene seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as I was, his breathing was heavy and when my hands shifted to start working on his belt, he broke the kiss just to give me a smile.

Slowly, a hand slid up the bare of my thigh, stroking and grazing over the sensitive skin as my hips purposefully bucked upwards. I felt Gene’s finger dance over the cloth of my underwear, pressing down with firm yet gentle strokes to my core. I swallowed harshly, glancing down to see his movement before our eyes met. His mouth was hung open slightly, looking just as pleasured as I felt as I moved in for another kiss.

Within minutes Gene had me moaning out his name, he had a finger buried inside of me whilst his face pressed into my neck, leaving hot kisses and nibbles in his track. I felt like I’d been sent to heaven and back- and this wasn’t even the peak of it. “Is that okay?” Gene whispered out, gulping as he added another finger to the mix. “Yeah.” I nodded, growing accustom to the stretch of his two fingers inside of me, instead of one. He curled them up, nudging a spot deep inside me which I had to bite down on the back of my hand to conceal any overly loud moans escaping my lips. “God, it feels so good.” I whined out, tugging him closer by the shirt as he kissed me once more. “I want you to fuck me.” The words then escaped my mouth, Gene’s movements stopped as he nodded, pulling his fingers out gently to instead rub his fingers slowly over my clit once again. “You want to?” He panted out, hand hesitating to remove his belt. “Yeah… I do if you want to.”

“I do.” He simply spoke, as I helped him unbuckle his belt. He seemed a little shy to fully expose himself, I didn’t know why, he was big, I could see him through his briefs, probably the perfect size.

“I uh… I don’t have a condom.” He then awkwardly admitted, thumb nervously toying with the hem of his underwear. I propped myself up on my elbows, considering it for a couple seconds. “Um… as long as you pull out- I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” He eased himself down, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Yeah.” There was no way I could deny him or myself from what had been coming for so long. “Okay.” He swallowed, lips attaching once again as both our hands fumbled down to his underwear, pulling him free from the confinements of them. My stomach churned with the anticipation of what was about to happen. He was so gentle and careful, sliding himself in as he watched over my expression with his mouth slightly agape.

The second I heard his breath escape his mouth I was done for. The pleasure was immense, despise the slight aching of him stretching me out, it felt so good to have him inside of me.

His movements started off slow, I think he was holding himself back, my hands smoothed over his cheeks, admiring the pure beauty of his pleasured expression. He looked so beautiful, god, I couldn’t get enough of him. “Harder, Gene.” With a slight moan, his head dropped into my shoulder as he nudged my legs out wider, thrusting into me at a faster pace, his fingers tightening into the skin under my neck.

It felt so good, his hips grinding up into me, hitting a sensitive part inside of me that made my head drop back in pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe I was here, doing this with Gene Roe. He was my friend! Well- I suppose now it was more than just friends.

Our gasps and moans filled the outdoor space, it seemed it was completely silent around us, there wasn’t another soul in sight. My legs lifted up further and wider, growing accustomed the sensitivity I felt in my core. I let out a gentle whine, moving my hand down to rub my aching clit, knowing I’d be close to an orgasm sooner than later. Gene pushed himself up, supported my both his arms as he watched himself pumping his cock in and out of me, mesmerised. “Oh god.” Cried out, my head and jaw tilting back as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. Gene’s hips were curling into mine, thrusting deeper inside of me as his skin slapped against my own. “Yeah?” He hummed, borderline cooing as my breathing became laboured. I was seeing stars, my jaw was slack and I felt my back arching as Gene’s hand slapped down onto one of my breasts, gripping hold of it as he seemed to let himself go.

The love making became so passionate, he’d steal kisses from me every now and then, biting my lips and groping at my tits as I felt myself becoming closer to the edge of pleasure. “Gene!” I writhed, choking out a strained gasp of his name as my hips bucked up into his before I felt myself becoming undone, my chest heaving and falling as an overwhelming rush of immense pleasure and satisfaction washed over me.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good.” I cooed out, my hands lazily drooping over his shoulders. Gene’s mouth was slack, panting out against my face as he shuffled down to kiss me hungrily.

“I’m close.” He muttered in his deep accent, thrusting himself harder up into me as I yelped out, sensitive from my orgasm. “Please.” I began to whisper, his forehead dropped against mine. “Please, give it to me.” I wanted his pleasure so bad, I wanted to feel him, see him, shit I needed it.

Gene’s sharp breaths soon turned into grunts and stifled groans, he was fucking into me at such a fast rate I could barely keep up, my legs aching from the love making as he let out one last strained groan before pulling out and finishing into his hand. His body collapsed on top of mine, groaning and exhaling as he let out the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. Jesus Christ, he was too good.

It was only when I stirred that he lifted his head back up, watching over me with the most gentle eyes. We shared another sweet kiss, whilst his fingers trailed up my sides carefully. “Well I never expected to do that in the middle of here…” only when I looked around and fully came back down did I remember we were in the middle of a field, surrounded by wildlife and wilderness. “Gene.” I giggled back to him, kissing him once more through a smile. Well that was unexpectedly the best thing to ever happen to me…

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Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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viii

Northernness. 

In Surprised by Joy, C.S. Lewis called that instant among a few which he met while reading the opening lines to "Tegner’s Drapa"–

–immediately lifting him into huge regions of the northern sky, and desiring intensely something that couldn’t be described, “except that it is cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote.”

Sasuke had it all figured out during his presentation: the longing for an unattainable, imaginary world; an unsatisfied desire more desirable than any other satisfaction. The “cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote” in Konoha. He had the color schemes prepared, the mood boards where the rest could take inspiration—he had the full vision.

But, a thing about artistic vision is how it would often only truly show itself in the mind of one, akin to a prophet's commission destined to be shared with a skeptical crowd. Once the candle is lit—the vision spoken, its flame cast upon awaiting wicks—is either one of two outcomes: an empowered mob, or a frustrated artist.

Sasuke stood in the darkened room, the glow of his presentation casting long shadows between him and the rest of the club. The pause hung heavy in the air, their bleary irises reflecting the projected screen, dull and unmoved. He burned with a fierce, solitary flame, yet the rest couldn’t catch fire.

Unease settled at the basement of his gut, lounging there, and crossed its legs. His fingers, clutching the wireless clicker, felt cold and alien, as if they no longer belonged to him. He loosened his tie and signaled for the lights to be switched back on.

“Questions?” Sasuke reached for his water flask. Funny, he thought as he took a sip, how it gave an impression of offering himself to a hoard of wild beasts ready to pounce without due reverence whatsoever. 

Click. Click. Click—their responses registered as a monotonous clicking noise in his mind; all clicks and no illumination. Barely a single one had lights flashing off in their imagination, their cranial apertures set to f/22 with shutter speeds at 1/1000, and their ISO sensitivity low. 

He took a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Creation is a brutal endeavor: fail to hold the fort—the sense of preservation toward the vision—and he’ll be torn to pieces; fall short of winning the Kage Jin and it would be his fall to take alone. 

"Fine," he exhaled. "I'll take you on. One. By. One." 

In the months that would follow, he’d find himself worn thin, hunched over his desk, eyes bloodshot and fingers sore from endless editing as he pushed forward with the vision singularly, just to fill in the gaps, and somewhere down that road, his natural demise. But even then, all he could really think about was winning the Kage Jin.

Last weekend, my friends and I couldn't enjoy our usual club because the DJ changed, and the vibe was off. We went bar hopping all night, but none of the places felt right. Is that it?

“Somewhat.” 

So-so. Kinda. 

At first, Sasuke had more patience. 

Who could blame Sasuke's club members for all their privilege? Northernness to Sasuke lies on the other side of the fence that is winning the Kage Jin whereas to them, photography is just a hobby and the club is for extracurricular credits. They didn’t have fathers who threatened to disown them or shatter their equipment should they choose to pursue photography professionally after high school. 

“How’s everything so far?” Neji asked during brunch at the school’s dining hall. His uni exams weren't until November, so Sasuke understood that when he was invited to join Neji for meals, it was purely a club matter.

“The theme was decided last week,” Sasuke replied, forking a pea.

“Oh, really? What is it?”

“Northernness. C.S. Lewis…” As he spoke, he closely watched Neji’s subtle reactions.

Neji paused from slicing his steak, considering. “Interesting. Though spare me the details. The theme is only as strong as its execution.”

Sasuke nodded. “We’ve had a few meetings since then and I’ve already set up teams for various assignments.”

“Good,” commended Neji. “I was introduced to a gallery chain owner from Hoshigakure the other day. I think he’ll find you interesting, so I’ve set up a meeting this weekend.”

“What time?”

“Sunday afternoon. Just clear it out. It’s a party attended by other patrons of art. Get Sakura to join you.”

“I think she’ll be busy with the Student Council.”

“I’ll just call you then.”

When he had been at the end of his rope, it was Neji who offered an extension. Parties and meeting new people were his least favorite things to do on a weekend, but Neji taught him networking was important if he were to make his future decisions right.

2. Isn't it too vague? How are we gonna incorporate pictures from the archives if you're hellbent on following a theme?

Sasuke carefully laid with gloved hands a set of old pictures that he had taken out from the archives on the light table where a few selected members gathered around.

“I’m thinking of a sub-collection that draws inspiration from these events,” said Sasuke. “The history, the pioneering spirit, a deep-seated longing for the extraordinary, and the pursuit of awe and wonder transcending the mundane—we’re bringing these essences into the present.”

“But how are we supposed to do that without just copying old pictures?” asked Kiba, a sophomore from another class.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed slightly. “We’re not copying. We’re reinterpreting. Look”—he tapped his finger on a photo—“What’s being built here?”

“The subway?”

“Ah, is that the Hashirama Bridge?!” Another member, Ino, pointed gleefully at a different photo.

The rest followed her excitement as they identified other notable structures in Metro Konoha during their earliest stages. 

“Think about the vision and effort that went into these structures,” said Sasuke. “Find modern equivalents or create scenes that evoke the same sense of achievement and significance. Reign in that energy visually.”

Then Kiba raised his hand. “The city’s expanding the subway and construction is currently going on. That might be a good place to start. The only problem we’d have is if it’s gonna be okay. Some places might need permits or things like that.”

“Leave that to me,” replied Sasuke. “I’ll contact Neji whenever.”

Days later Neji invited him again to brunch.

“The assignment you gave Inuzuka and his team was interesting. When I told grandfather, he insisted he’d have more stories to tell about how things were back then.” Neji chuckled and wiped his mouth with a table napkin.

Sasuke couldn’t swallow the partridge, so he had to down it with water first. “About that… I’ve decided I won’t be using their shots.”

“I see,” said Neji. “It was that bad, huh?”

“Well… not really.”

“Just say it as is. No one’s gonna hear about it. And I doubt anyone would fault you even if they did. You’re aiming to win, aren't you?”

3. So… wintry vibes? How the heck does that work? Konoha's vibe is just not it.

There are plenty of ways to capture the cold and remote right out the warm, sunny corners of Metro Konoha: early mornings; late nights; foggy mists; the bay after rainy afternoons; excerpts of nostalgia that could be replicated in the studio, and the lights manipulated among a plethora of non-CGI tools they could use for effects.

Determined to prove his point to the rest of the cynical lot, he rode the train to school at 4:30 AM and scoured the campus for interesting shots. Looking up from the school grounds, the silhouette of birds flitting among the intricate details of the roofline, gave him the idea to venture up to the school rooftop for a closer look.

He passed through Omni Glow Hall, one of Sairiumu’s oldest buildings, up a flight of stairs, and entered a dim, musty corridor lined with aged wood and old leather book covers. The air ran thick with the stench of persistent grime that no amount of upkeep could completely remove. To get to the rooftop, he pushed through an ancient twin door, gripping slightly on the coarse brass handles with grotesques set on their swirled parts. Despite their age and infrequent use, the well-oiled hinges moved smoothly. A gust of wind greeted Sasuke's face, followed by the sound of flapping wings, a sound one too many. He nearly snapped a photo by what he saw, his breath caught and his forefinger twitching on the shutter button, overwhelmed by the impulse to capture the scene and yet withholding from that desire.

Hinata Hyuuga stood on the rooftop with a lost look in her eyes, her hand extended as mourning doves gathered to feed from it. They surrounded her, from her head to foot—a swirling flock—which, while to an onlooker might seem ominous, a whirlpool of unknown diseases, didn't trouble her—not even batting an eyelash.

When she noticed Sasuke standing there, her eyes widened slightly before she quickly lowered her gaze, a soft blush tinting her cheeks. Her fingers trembled just a bit as she tried to keep her hand steady for the doves.

“G-good morning…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. As she made a small, nervous bow with her head, the doves fluttered briefly and then perched back not long after.

“Good morning,” he replied with measured calm. He wasn't about to be found out. Some guilt; partly something else.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just looking around." He slipped his hands into his pockets and let his gaze drift to a random spot in the skyline. "What about you?”

“Feeding the birds… as you can see.”

“Right… Do you mind if I take a picture?”

“O-of the birds?” The sun was barely out and he could hardly see the expression she was making.

“Of the birds.”

“Oh. Go ahead… They're too occupied to care.”

Sasuke clicked the camera. Adjusted the center. Clicked again. Adjusted. Clicked a third time. True to Hinata’s words, the birds remained unbothered, even with the flash.

While scanning the shots he took, he said out of nowhere: “Thanks to the Norse myth book you left the other day, I’ve figured out what the club’s going to do for this year’s Inuwashi.”

“Inuwashi?”

“The club’s yearly publication. It's a candidate for the Kage-Jin—”

Sasuke fell silent for a moment, leaving Hinata waiting for him to continue. He wondered what she thought about the theme, about Northernness. If she would intuitively comprehend what he wanted; if she'd asked the right questions; if her pictures would enthrall him unexpectedly like her qualifying exhibition entry...

When he didn’t speak, Hinata asked, “Do you like it here? Are you having a pleasant time?"

Sasuke snapped out of his trance and took a few more shots, adjusting the camera settings with a practiced hand. “About the club or Sairiumu in general? I haven’t thought about it. Don’t ask weird questions.” As he spoke, he tilted the camera slightly, capturing a subtle glimpse of the top of Hinata’s head in the shot.

“Stay away from mistletoes,” she said.

Sasuke raised a brow at her odd statement. “What about them?”

“They’re bad for you.”

Sasuke smirked. No wonder Neji said all those things about her—he finally understood: she's a Norse myth otaku. This explains the disturbing things she had said and done to him so far. A tinge of relief swept over him now knowing that she's just this kind of crazy, who just thought that maybe, maybe he's—

“Like Baldur?" He could almost laugh, but he couldn't risk looking uncool. "Getting too much into Norse myth is bad for you,” he said, smiling crookedly as he turned to leave.

Hardly anything about him is like Baldur.

4. C.S. Lewis? Wasn’t he prehistoric? Wouldn’t that be too outdated and out of touch?

She’s just… She’s just so,

Has anyone in the studio met someone like her before?

Who in their right mind would think that? Norse myth? And they say C.S. Lewis is prehistoric.

While it couldn’t be denied that he has a beautiful face and a goodly overall appearance—which brought him trouble that could last a lifetime—but, had he been anything like Baldur—the Norse god of light and radiance, joy and purity, peace and forgiveness—he would've just dismissed the uninspiring submissions of his club members with a smile. He'd put in a kind word and tell them to try again. 

But Sasuke? He huffed and bristled like a mad horse and his dissatisfaction towards his members only grew.

“I apologize for that. You caught me at a bad time.” Sasuke rubbed his forehead, feeling the tension building up. One of the very few freshmen he had allowed to work on Inuwashi was just leaving his office in tears when Neji walked in.

Neji watched the freshman leave. “What happened?” He locked the door behind him.

Sasuke sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I tried to be constructive, but...”

“But it had been another subpar submission.” Neji nodded understandingly. “Don’t take it to heart. I trust I placed the perfect man for the job. You’ll make it happen for this club. They don’t have to understand now, but they will when the time comes and you’ve got a Kage Jin trophy displayed here…”

When Neji looked around his office, his gaze stopped at the framed picture of a quarter of a head and mourning doves above it hanging on the wall.

“Yours?” With Neji, it was almost a statement and he had to ask just in case.

Sasuke smirked and nodded, the event from earlier immediately forgotten.

“Fascinating.” Neji approached the picture to scrutinize it further. “I like the mysterious dark, inky shades, and gray contrasts, the almost smoky buildup of flapping mourning doves caught in a motion blur...” 

The picture never failed to draw compliments from visitors. Sasuke had developed a technique to achieve the quality of a traditional darkroom print out of a digital photo. So far, no one had asked about the head—whose head it was. Unconsciously, Sasuke made a habit of staring at her in a way that he couldn't in the classroom over fear of suspicion. The what-ifs and could-have-been left him with a continuous pang of regret and he feared the day that she might break into his office, perhaps through the glass window, open his chest, and discover the things he'd speak to no one: he couldn’t push away the thought that Hinata would have had more interest in Northernness than the rest of his club members put together. 

“Hey, do you think—” Sasuke paused.

Would Neji?

No, Neji would be strongly against it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” replied Sasuke.

“I never thought you’d find mourning doves interesting.”

“Me either.”

5. Are you saying we only start taking pictures in the winter? That's stupid and I'd totally hate it if we're shooting outdoors.

To set a wintry precedent, an atmosphere that would seal in the illusion for everything else that would follow, Sasuke proposed scheduling an outdoor shoot for the first few pages of Inuwashi. None of Konoha's mountains, not even in the winter, would compare to the snowy mountain ranges of the place he had in mind. 

"Yukigakure," he revealed. 

The idea was met with enthusiasm from the club members. They envisioned a cheerful trip to luxurious ski resorts and exclusive hot springs. Sasuke looked forward to the peril, to northern lights and white nights—something Hinata would've had better insights into, having come from there. But none of it would happen the way anyone in the Photography Club, including Sasuke, pictured it. 

6. Shouldn't we take a vote? I'm not saying 'Northernness' or whatever you just presented is a bad idea, but others might have suggestions that the majority would like to explore.

Morio, the vice president, posed a question during Sasuke’s theme presentation that echoed until the Photography Club’s falling out. But Sasuke didn’t have the foresight then. All he recognized was that Morio had the wrong notion about why Neji chose him, why Northernness would make Inuwashi stand out, why he was convinced he knew best, and thus answered Morio in this manner:

“Do you know why you’re not the club president? It’s because you don’t have what it takes to be where I am.”

Truth be told, Morio had always rubbed Sasuke the wrong way. As a member of the Student Council alongside Sakura and others, and with his family’s ownership of an S&Lee 500 mining corporation, Morio had the background and skills that made him a strong diplomat. This greatly contrasted with Sasuke’s solitary approach. He was a competent photographer and had a knack for connecting with others, making him a strong candidate for club president if it had been up to the members’ vote. In contrast, Sasuke preferred to stay cooped up in his office, often discarding other people's photos that he didn’t like in the bin.

Morio had all the right cards. The least Sasuke could have done was temper his response. No egos would have been bruised, and he might have avoided much trouble. Because, months later, when the time came for the review of the first draft of Inuwashi, Morio voiced out an honest observation:

“Most of these pictures are yours, Sasuke.”

“It’s the material that matters," Sasuke retorted. "You can’t argue with the quality. This is a winning piece in progress.”

Morio laughed dismissively. “You’re not running a club. This is a one-man show.”

Sasuke’s temper flared, and he slammed his fist on the table. "Don’t like it? Then leave. This is getting old."

He should've noticed it then—the odd spill of malice in the studio; how nobody was on his side.

“Guess we just don’t have that special something like you do,” Morio said with a suspiciously casual tone. As he rose from his seat to leave, more movement rippled around the table, and Sasuke watched in shock as his core members began to slip away, one by one.

He stewed over the betrayal all evening. If his former team members chose not to return, perhaps he never needed them. The new recruits, though still green and needing more training, could take over the simpler tasks. Besides, there was no rule in the Kage Jin’s guidelines explicitly stipulating that contributions had to come from multiple people. If it came down to it, Sasuke would manage on his own.

The following day, Sasuke arrived at the studio to find all his files and work in progress wiped out from his office computer, his cloud access hacked, and all saved progress vanished. Fortunately, Sasuke had learned to take basic precautions early on. He backed up his work and club files on an external drive he carried to school, and on a second drive he updated regularly from his home PC.

There was no doubt to Sasuke about who was behind the sabotage. When he spotted Morio talking to the girls in the classroom, his rage flared beyond control. Eyes darkened by anger, Sasuke lunged at him, gripping his collar, and delivered a swift, decisive punch to his jaw—all in front of Hinata. The shock on her face briefly registered at the back of his mind, slicing through his anger like a shard of ice. 

He clenched his jaw, feeling the sting of the aftermath on his knuckles.

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I was wondering if there are any rare happy ritsu moments in ur zombie au since hes always miserable I think,, like is he always miserable or is he happy/not miserable and feeling kinda good sometimes?

VWHDGDGD NO YEAH OFC HE'S HAPPY SOMETIMES im just horrible and enjoy putting him through misery

ive never been able to get a genuine smile to look right on his face in my art style either i think thats part of it. as ive said his face is just built to be mildly uncomfortable and bothered and i lean into it sm it's starting to get kinda funny

but yes ritsu is happy plenty! i think, canonically, he just seems like the type of person to me that tends to turn lemonade back into lemons. he's easy to scare and his first reaction to things is often Dread and Anxiety. he dwells on the negatives a lot and seems to be a "hope for the best, expect the worst," kinda guy, but there's a section in this post abt shigeo always loving the little things in life, and ritsu steadily learns throughout the journey on how to do that and how healing it can rly be. even if he had to grow up too fast during this whole thing and learn things a kid should never have to, the journey also gave him some good insight and lessons in other places! ritsu is smart, he figures it all out

in terms of little things here n there he's the happiest lil guy on the planet when he finds one of his favorite foods—swings his legs while he sits and munches on a kitkat bar like he's got absolutely nothin in the world to worry abt. sometimes mob does smth funny that he laughs at; for the longest time i've had this silly image in my head of mob accidentally knocking down a bucket from a store shelf and it lands on his head and he just kinda stands there and makes noises.when the noises continue out of pure curiosity about the weird echoey quality it's giving them ritsu cannot help but lose it

besides tiny things tho, when tome comes around ritsu in general is a lot happier, just cuz he has somebody to talk to that will actually respond in some way. they're sorta reluctant partners in crime at first (at least on ritsu's end) but over time and over bonding they grow to rly like each other's presence. they bicker constantly but it's almost always fond eventually, and they shove each other and playfight until mob gets antsy enough to get worked up about it. rly, tome is a godsend to ritsu's mental health—after months and months of being effectively alone with his thoughts, he finally has another person to converse with. a person His Age, too!

tome is rly good at knowing when ritsu is thinkin himself into oblivion and she's Also rly good at being the most annoying girl on the planet to yank him outta that and replace any misery with Oh My God Get Off Me You Freak. she doesn't even do this on purpose at first, but over time she learns how to tell when he's thinking too hard and, ofc, she's grown attached and she cares, so she's as obnoxious as possible to lighten the mood

when they find reigen n teru, ritsu gradually gets Much happier still. now that he knows they're safe and the gang is finally back together (and now that there's an Adult present and he can relax a lil and let himself be taken care of) his stress levels r exponentially lowered. having teru back is another instant lift to his mood—im always a big fan of teru and ritsu friendship, and i think adding tome to their dynamic simply makes it more chaotic. truly a trio of the 3 most normal teenagers in existence which will surely bring nothing but good (reigen sweats offscreen)

actually this makes me feel bad for forever torturing him im gonna go draw happy zau ritsus brb ,.,.ok imback <3

[verilly]

Outside of Kyoto

Kurose x Reader x Tendou

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What’s to come: SMUT!!! SEX TOYS!!! Kinda dubcon; everyone if drunk, reader is the most drunk though, akiangel kinda, Angel and reader were in some sort of relationship

Description: breaking things off saddens you, instead of letting it mellow, you go out with your friends to get drunk! Things get steamy while your out of control, how nice.

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You lay your head on your arms as you rest on the kitchen table. Angel was looking down at a few flowers while sitting on the couch. The air had been muddy ever since Angel came back to your apartment from his patrol with Hayakawa. The two of you got separated as buddies after handling the team of gun men who had killed Himeno. You missed patrolling with Angel and you were jealous of Hayakawa for spending so much time with him, especially since you’ve gotten very intimate with Angel recently. It even looked like Angel enjoyed your presence and voice.

“Do you like your new buddy?” Your voice perked up, you had also just come back from a patrol with a new fiend. Troublesome.

“Topknot? You’ve been asking me that a lot, we’ve been buddies for a few weeks and he’s… nice.” Angel looked back at you, his eyes were as beautiful as always.

“Oh, I’m going to go out with a few friends tonight. I’ll bring back some food for you-“

“Before that, uhm… [name], I know that you like me… and I think that,” Angel’s voice caught your attention, his soft tone was now a bit more frantic and stiff, “I think that I like Aki, as in, I want to… be with him.”

You lifted you head off of your arms in an instant, Angel liked Hayakawa? Angel loved Hayakawa? Your heart left like it had been crushed, “You like Hayakawa? That’s… unexpected!” You gently smile as you walk over to sit next to him.

“I’m sorry if it felt like I was using you of something…? Human emotion is still something that’s… new to me.” Angel’s voice got quiet, “And thank you for teaching me about it.”

“Hahaha, you’re funny! You don’t need to thank me, I’m sure that Hayakawa will teach you so much more! Just try and make sure you know he likes you back before you tell him or things might get awkward.” You laugh, you hold back all the negative feelings you had stuck at the back of your throat, trying your best to be positive. To comfort Angel.

“You aren’t mad about this at all?” Angel sweated as he pushed his back onto the couch

“No, well… I am hurt, but I won’t try to stop you from pursuing what you want. I’ll even help! Unfortunately for you though, I don’t know a lot about him.” You got up from the couch as his eyes followed you, “I said I was going out with friends, and it’s almost time! So I’ll get ready and we’ll talk more when I get back, yeah? There’s food in the fridge, don’t burn my apartment down!~” You enter your bedroom and close the door behind you with tears threatening to slip out from your eyes.

With your vision blurry, you stayed inside your room for a bit while browsing your closet. You laid your eyes upon an oversized sweater you had, it fit you perfectly, making you look and feel better. You sigh and fall onto your bed, you had to cheer yourself up before you met up with your two friends. It’d be rude to ruin the mood with your shallow feelings. Hurrying over to wash your face, comb your hair, stare at yourself in the mirror until you accepted yourself. You felt a little better, or at least you were masking the shit that laid behind your dead beat eyes. Your face was no longer red and you thought you looked nice. Grabbing your keys off the counter you wave a good bye to Angel and rushed out of your apartment. You felt better being away from him.

You got to your designated location rather early, you checked in and sat in your own for what felt like hours. With your anxiety peaking, you lay your head down onto the table. Suddenly, two figures wearing the Public Safety uniforms showed up.

“I’m sorry we’re late! Kurose was busy begging some girl about-“ Tendou sweated as she hurriedly took off her shoes and coat whole sat down in front of you

“Nothing! It was nothing, sorry about that by the way!” Kurose chucked as he took a seat next to Tendou

The three of you caught up with each other, you had met Tendou before the two of you joined Public Safety, it was in Medical School, not long after your paths crossed ways a few years later again. Tendou was technically your senior, but she had never treated you any differently. Because of her, you had met Kurose. He was a man of small stature, though you were still just a little shorter than him. He was interesting, always outgoing and talkative about something, whether it be good or bad. You were teammates in Kyoto’s division before transferring to Tokyo’s. Apparently they had plans in Tokyo for work related business and you proposed to going drinking with them, even in you don’t drink.

You took a sip from the large cup in front of you, it was beer. You shrug it off and keep going, at this point, alcohol is probably the only thing that’ll get you kind away from Angel.

“Hey, [name]! That was mine!” Kurose whined as he watches your hand drag his cup away, “And I thought you didn’t like drinking? You know that’s beer, right?”

“Some things change, y’know? Plus I’m not in a good mood…” You hiccup after you finish the cup. Tendou orders you three a few more while the conversation continues.

“Actually, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you drink” Tendou laughs as she passed you another full glass. Kurose whined some more about you taking his cup as Tendou nudged him in response, “And why aren’t you in a good mood? Something happen at work?”

“No, well technically it’s not work related… it’s just that… You won’t believe me, but—“ You went on about your situation with Angel. How Makima made him live with you, how he’s a devil but in your eyes still human, how you liked him, and how he liked someone else, “Do you know Aki Hayakawa? Apparently he likes him. What’s so nice about him anyway…” You were pressed down onto the table with your eyes full of large tears threatening to spill out, your hands were gripping onto the glass with your chest out. Your face was flushed from all the drinking you’d been doing, your cleavage was showing. Kurose had his eyes on your chest and whispered something to Tendou; “I don’t think I’ve ever seen [name] cry”. She huffed and stood up and grabbed her coat to sit next to you. Tendou gently pulled you close and shielded you from Kurose’s gaze, he whined some more in response.

“Well, I think you should focus on someone else instead. Is there anyone else you like?” Tendou’s voice was soft, her face was flushed as well, probably due to the alcohol. Kurose made his way towards the two of you, you were now sandwiched somewhat in between them.

“Someone else I like..? Hmm…” Your puffy eyes were now half closed, you were tired, and with a tired and booze-filled brain you lifted yourself up and kissed Tendou on her mouth. She gasped, Kurose did too, she didn’t stop you. In fact, Tendou went along with it and kissed back while glaring at Kurose as a smirk rose onto her lips. Releasing yourself from her, you look up. “I guess I like you.”

In her eyes, you were looking wonderful; flushed face, droopy eyes, pouting lip, and of course your chest being quite visible— more than she’d ever seen before. Before she could say anything else in response, you turned around to look at Kurose.

“I like you too…” You murmured as you lowered yourself and rubbed against his chest. Kurose was shocked, his face was red with after witnessing what just happened and with a mix of alcohol. He rubbed your back as Tendou watched with a hint of jealousy.

“Where’s my kiss??” Kurose half jokingly asked as you continued create static by rubbing your head against his chest.

You lift your head up to look at Tendou while slowly beginning to talk again; “Wanna do it?”

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You shuffle towards you apartments door with Kurose almost on top of you and Tendou close on your tail. You fumble with the keys before letting the three of you in. Inside was Angel sitting on the couch with ice cream, he looked startled by your sudden entrance, especially since two strangers entered with you. Tendou notices Angel’s presence and stares as you yawn and drag the two Kyoto devil hunters into your bedroom.

“…Was that the devil you like-“ Tendou spoke up when you closed the door behind you

“Shhh!!! Come to bed with meee” You leap onto your bed with Kurose right next to you. Tendou reluctantly agrees and flops over you. In response, you giggle, Kurose looked down at you in awe.

“Can I get the kiss now??” He whispered, you barely catch it, but when you do; your lips clashed on his. He tasted like the booze the three of you just drank, you quite enjoyed the flavor now. Your hands hastily took off your pants, leaving only your underwear.

“A-are you sure?” Tendou stutters as she watches you strip, your laying on top of Kurose, his eyes were locked with Tendou’s too

“Yesh! Pleease..?” You look up at her and she submits to your whining, she takes off her coat and unbuttons her work shirt leaving only her bra on.

You palm at Kurose’s crotch, he moans quietly; “Just take ‘em off, [name]. I can’t wait any longer…”. You come off of him only to unzip his pants with your mouth while watching his face turn redder with your desperate eyes. Soon after, you pull off his underwear. His cock pops out and hits you on the face, it’s real hard. You crawl back on top of him as he sits up correctly and Tendou takes off your sweater softly.

Pushing your own underwear to the side, you allow Kurose’s dick to enter inside of you. Lifting yourself slowly to hover above him, Kurose abruptly pulls you down to take all of him all at once. You yelp loudly at the sudden movement as Tendou hits him on the shoulder for being so harsh.

“Er- I’m sorry, are you okay?!” Kurose manages to spit out while your hole had just fully engulfed his dick, “I can hold back if you-“

“No! I’m o-okay! J-mph-Just start moving, please, I need you…” You stutter out, shifting your own hips to get intercourse started.

With that, you start bouncing on his cock. Tendou watches as Kurose’s dick goes in and out of you so fast, she quickly takes off her own pants to join in. Kurose unclasps your bra as you moan out in patterns. He watches intently, eyes switching constantly from your bouncing tits, your over stimulated face, to your cunt taking his dick so well.

“Don’t you think it’s mean to make an overly-drunk girl do all the work, Kurose?” Tendou teases while taking a seat next to him

“I’m drunk too! And I think she’s enjoyi-“

“Don’t be a fool, try working hard some time! You can’t even do that during sex?”

“Fine…” Kurose grumbles as he moves you down under him, you drool out with pleasure as your head falls against your bed. He used his hand to stabilize himself as he starts to pound into you at a moderate place, “Mph- Y-You happy now??” Tendou laughs as she throws her panties onto the bedroom floor while making her way in front of you.

She tugs at your chin to look up at her, you shift your gaze to see her glimmering in the moon light. She signals for you to start eating her out, “I-I haven’t done this befoooree… I’m sorrry if I’m n-not goood” You murmur while diving down. You licked her first, closely going further up to start tending to her clit. The room smelt like sex, all that could be heard was Kurose’s hips slapping against your ass, his pace had gotten quicker the longer you spent eating Tendou out. You lift your head away from Tendou to look at Kurose with desperate eyes, “Ah- Kurose, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

Kurose nods in agreement as his movements start getting more lazy yet fast. You cry out a moan as you cum, Kurose doesn’t stop until he can fully grasp his high, meaning your overstimulated and sensitive cunt is still being abused by Kurose’s large cock. Tears of pleasure start slipping out from your eyes as Tendou brings your head up for a kiss, tasting herself.

You fall against Tendou’s soft chest as Kurose and Tendou let you go, Kurose quickly pulls out and cums onto your naked back.

“Th-that was amazing” Kurose huffs as he falls next to you.

“Thankshhh… bbut my legs hurt” You mutter

“Yikes, Kurose, you suck.” Tendou laughs as she wiped off the oozing cum on your back

“What?! You told me to work hard!” Kurose complained, “You’ll never be happy with what I do!”

“Bbut! I- I can keep going! I don’t wanna feel anything tomorrow!! Itsh okey beecauuseee… I don’t have worrk” You say as you lift off of Tendou’s breasts, “I have some… naughty stuff in a secret drawerrr, I want Tendou to cum toooo..! My mouthh suckeddddd”

“Huh?-“

“That’s a great idea [name]! I think it’ll be Tendou’s punishment after being so rude to me!” Kurose chuckled as he sat back up, “Where is it?” You point out to a drawer inside your closet, it was under a pile of clothes you had ‘yet to put away’. Inside was a surprising amount of sex toys; all kinds of vibrators, a strap, lube, dildos, and a few others. Kurose grabbed whatever and came rushing back, “Well? What about it?”

“Mmm… fine.” Tendou stares at the toys for a second whilst complying, “Try your worst.”

“That’s right! We- I’m going to tease you till your sobbing” Kurose menacingly mutters as he places the toys on the bed directly next to you.

“What do you think about these?” You crawl so that Tendou is leaning against your chest while waving attachable vibrators in front of her face, “I’ve tried them, I think it feels good…” You place them gently on her stomachs while softly taking off her bra. Kurose was sitting in between Tendou’s legs, his eyes were working on what to use for her hole.

Using tape from your drawer, you put the small pink vibrators against Tendou’s nipples and turned them on. She moaned out in pleasure quietly, her eyes were shut tightly, she looked cute.

Kurose found another, much larger, vibrator. The toy was turned on and rubbed against her clit quickly, Tendou opened her eyes for a split second before closing them again and turning her head into your chest. Kurose stopped and pushed the longer part of the toy into Tendou while the vibrator still desperately rubbed against her clit. Tendou pushed her hips up forward while Kurose taunts her.

“Can you handle this? [name], make the things on her nipples go faster.” Kurose’s gaze was still locked on Tendou’s shifting body.

“Mhm, okay…” You lock your eyes with Tendou as you smile sweetly white upping the vibrations higher and higher. Tendou’s eyes widen in shock as the pace quickens.

She moans out loudly this time, “Ah- I-It’s too muCH! P-please stop! I…” You lean your head down to enveloped Tendou into a kiss, she embraced it faster than last time.

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The night was long, the three of you went for another round after that. You’d been fucked out by Tendou and a strap you had while you were sucking Kurose off.

You three were laying in bed, you would call it a sleepless night, though you did manage to fall asleep after it all. Though, it was only three hours. You shuffled out of bed, Kurose was on top of you while Tendou slept with a space in between the two of you. Putting on your home clothes, you leave the bedroom. The door was unlocked. Fuck.

“Angel? Are you awake?” You ask, his body was on the floor, wings spread out. Clearly the couch didn’t fit him, you felt bad.

“Of course I am. How was I supposed to sleep with your… I haven’t slept all night.” Angel grumbled, “I have patrol in a few hours too.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to uh-“

“I saw it too, before you started your whole session, but I saw the first parts. Sorry about that too.” Angel laughed

“What?!” You covered your face with your hands, how embarrassing, “You weren’t-“

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen you naked before… and I stopped watching after like 10 seconds”

“You’re a pervert!”

“It’s not like I wanted to, you were the one being all loud and not locking doors! It’s almost like you wanted me to see” Maybe the drunk you really did want to make him see.

“Whatever…” You sit down on the couch, looking down on him, “Angel, I’m thinking of moving to Kyoto. Which means I’ll change divisions, and if I do… it means that you’ll have to live back in the Public Safety Headquarters. But, maybe you can plan something with Hayakawa?” You were starting to think of moving to Kyoto so you could work with Kurose and Tendou more. It’ll be a good thing to get away, safer even.

“You’re leaving?!” Angel looked shock for only a second before shifting his face back to his stoic self

“Maybe… It’s only a maybe! And it’s only if Makima lets me, y’know?” You smile, “I know it might be hard for you but it’ll be for the best! And if you start living with Hayakawa, you’ll be more close!”

“Aki’s already living with two other people, I don’t think I’ll-“

“If it doesn’t work out like that, then I won’t move. Simple!” You grin again, you rest your back against the couch while looking in the bedroom, you could see movement. Kurose woke up, “That’s a conversation starter! Why don’t you use it with Hayakawa on patrol today?”

“…sure.”

“Good morning [name]! And their roomie!” Kurose greeted while sitting next to you on the couch, he was wearing his work clothes from yesterday, minus the coat.

“That’s right! I’ll make breakfast, I forgot to bring any food last time. Sorry!” You got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. After you finished making breakfast, Tendou woke up a few minutes later.

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“Hello.” Angel said, his body was in front of a normal sized door. Compared to him though, it was huge.

“Ah, you’re here. You don’t have a lot of stuff, do you?” Aki looked down at Angel, he was wearing one of your old sweaters.

“Nope, almost none anymore. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Come in, don’t break anything.”

Angel hesitates slightly before walking past Aki to enter his apartment, it was simple and nice. It was quite small though, where would Angel sleep? The floor’s probably fine.

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A/N: uh this took a really long time I’m sorry, school is kicking by ass and also smut is just hard to write for me

Kurose and Tendou are rotting in my brain, I love them so much!!!!!!! I’m thinking of writing angst for them, but I might decide against it

WARNING: MANGA SPOILERS

anyways y’know that they die during the assassin arc, so the fic might be about that but the reason I want to go against it is because I don’t think it really qualifies as an x reader because it’s not like romantic anymore? Idk you guys can tell me if this idea interests you

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episode 4 post, starting with my current theory

ep1 ep2 ep3

lambda so kindly revealed to us and reminded beato that she gave beato her power, beato is not a real witch. interesting, given that beato claims to be a thousand years old but we'll ignore that for now. lambda insists that beato has to keep battler in this game for as long as possible or else, because she wants to keep bern trapped for as long as possible, so we've got a new goal post popping in yet again. beato not only wants to defeat battler and make him admit she's a witch, but now she has to wear him down more slowly too and there's even more pressure on the fact that he must not ever win.

this is further complicated by ange coming in with the intent to solve the case and save the family on rokkenjima as fast as possible and not fuck around. its funny timing considering the last game was the first one where battler was actually playing in a way where he could bring himself to blame family members and therefore... actually get somewhere with it. feels a little mean to him to come around the instant he's got his shit together and be like "you suck at this. move out of the way" but he took it well and honestly, he's not in any rush like she is

because in conflict with all of this is the fact that beato and battler are absolutely both losing the plot. they've both become way more invested in the other person's emotions and wellbeing in a very visible way. battler came to her rescue despite being mad at her and beato cheerfully burst into the room to try and lift the mood when she was lied to that battler was in a bad way. (chefs kiss to that btw)

so this is all the observation, what's the theory? there is a chance that... since beato is still pushing hard for battler to affirm she's a witch, that doing that may somehow give her real power. at this point I'm pretty squarely on the magic is real side, bern and lambda are pretty firmly and obviously real witches with actual power. bern declaring ange a witch (especially after ange apparently trained herself as one) and bringing her over has all but completely confirmed that for me. however, the argument that we've been having isn't really "is magic real"... it's "is beatrice a witch", and given that her powers apparently aren't her own, it seems that she's actually not. the ritual exists as a way to give beato real powers... potentially. this may not even be true, but she does get stronger each time it's successful so there could be something to that.

my additional source for this theory is the red truth that we couldn't hear used against evatrice. perhaps she wasn't saying that witches and magic weren't real for any reason, but that evatrice's powers weren't real or her own. "you couldn't do any of that magic stuff because you don't actually have powers, I did all of that" or something. after all, in the end of their fight before battler showed up, the servants were all saying that beato was the true golden witch in a pretty confusing matter. the only thing that makes it hard for me to believe beato was so deep into it that every single thing was an act is the fact that we've been shown very clearly that she can't lie well. even if she didn't say so herself (which she has), the magnificent facial expression swapping she does makes it particularly blatant. that makes it hard to say exactly how much of the last arc was trickery vs how much she was genuinely struggling. my view of it is that she did in fact hand over her borrowed powers, not expecting it to break quite so bad, and when she got through to the end on pure dumb luck, she flipped the script to make it look like she didn't just barely scrape through.

in short... this is lambda's game. we're just playing it

now for my next question: does virgilia actually exist or what

[theknightofivanhoe]

Justice League: Question's Hard Drive Ch 6: Nun Habits and Mental Scars

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Over plates of tiramisu, Helena picked up her refilled glass of red and raised it to Question. “To us.��� she smiled. Question, after a moment’s silence, lifted his own glass and clinked it against Helena’s. “To us.” he agreed and they got started with their dessert. “So, how about a vacation to Sicily after you’ve sent that data of yours to the League?” Helena suggested, reclining in her chair. “I used to go there with my parents. We used to play on the beaches, go sailing and eat at the best restaurants. If you want, I could show you around the monastery where we went every Sunday.” “Hm…not a bad idea.” This only made the young woman frown in suspicion. “Not sure if I like where you’re taking this…” Question just scooped up a chunk of his tiramisu. “We may uncover some valuable information about the orphans raised at this mona -” “Q,” Helena admonished, even as the bizarre detective took another spoonful, “I’m not letting you skulk around Sicily in a nun’s habit so you can investigate churches.” 

Though she still couldn’t see behind the brim of Question’s hat, he seemed to be considering something as he popped in some more of his tiramisu. “So you don’t want me to dress up as a nun…ever?” This was enough to turn Helena’s glare into a grin of delight. “Now you’re talking…” she agreed, approval bubbling in her chest while further down under the table, she could feel her pleasure stirring. “You’re becoming a bad influence on me.” Question was trying to chide her, but Helena was too sharp to not read the humour in his tone. “Or you’re starting to think big for once.” she praised as her grin spread impishly at the ideas she was getting. “Think big on…what?” Question asked, not wanting to acknowledge how pink in the face he was getting under his mask. “You’re definitely putting on a nun’s habit.” she insisted in excitement. “Wai - now? I - ” “No, idiot, on our future nights together, when I get bored.” “...Oh.” Question replied. This was clearly something he couldn’t back out of now. “Okay…” he started when he decided to just roll with it. “I guess you’ll be the mother superior then.” Helena had just taken a dollop of tiramisu, but this comment caused her to savour this idea, along with the taste. “Mmmmm…oh, Q…I just want you to get down on your knees and worship me right now!” Question just aimlessly stared at his dessert, knowing exactly where his big mouth had got him. “Happy to hear that…” he said half-to himself. “You know, all these sorts of things would be enough to get you excommunicated from the church.” Helena just snorted at this. “Oh, come on, you’re a conspiracy nut. Have you seen what cardinals and bishops have gotten up to in the past?” “Point taken.” Question picked up his glass. “Ought to put the Vatican a little further up my list…” he mused in a lower voice. “What was that?” Helena quickly asked, whipping her head from her spoon to her boyfriend. “Nothing…” After briefly narrowing her eyes at him, Helena just went on eating. “Oh, and another thing…” “What?” Question inquired, getting a feeling she had another crazy idea in mind. “On the nights where we put on our habits,” Helena declared, her evil grin back with a vengeance, “You and I have to confess our dirtiest, naughtiest, most unprintable little secrets to one another.” 

‘Confess…confess…’ Question, after drinking more of his wine, turned his head to the side at that particular word. “Funny you should mention that.” “Q?” Why was he sounding so distant? The instant change in demeanour caused her loving mood to fade. A mere few seconds went by between the two vigilantes, the voices of guests and the piano music sounding as though they were coming from hundreds of miles away. “Helena…” Question spoke up, becoming rather serious. The raven-haired woman braced herself. “After we took care of Mandragora,” “Yeah, we…we found a motel where we got to know each other…a little better.” When Helena answered this, smirking and faintly blushing, Question thought he could hear a tremble in her words. “Yes, we did.” he confirmed frankly, setting down his glass. Helena soon found her breath starting to grow irregular. Quicken, even. She had to slow her heartbeat, before she roused any further suspicion. “That night, and a few nights after that, I’ve heard you sleep-talking. You were having a nightmare.” “Q -” Before she knew what she was doing, Helena found herself recoiling in her chair. She was now on the verge of a panic attack, but Question, in a rare show of concern, raised a gloved hand to her. “Helena, please…” There was a creeping sense of urgency in his voice. ‘No…no…’ Helena cried in her head, but she was already coming undone. A chill ran through her skin, an extremely raw and deep form of pain surfacing in her gut. “Helena - ” Pressing a hand over his face and lifting his head so Helena had a full view of his mask, Question got up from the table and hastily stepped over to her before she had a moment to react. He carefully got onto one knee in front of her as she stayed in her seat, keeping her from getting up and fleeing. The fear washing over her beautiful visage was plain for Question to see. “Q - ” She hardly had the strength to argue, the cat clearly out of the bag. “Helena, it’ll be oka - ” Through his mask, Question gazed into Helena’s wide and frightened eyes, his hand gingerly reaching for her face. “Don’t!” She abruptly hissed and turned away, which made Question draw back. It was clear he had overstepped the boundaries.

Realising what she just did, Helena stopped herself and the anger that had flashed across her face melted into guilt and a sense of vulnerability that she hardly ever dared show. “Baby doll…I - ” But Question wove his arms around her so delicately that it reminded her of how her mother used to cuddle her when she was little. “Helena, it’ll be alright.” he promised. At last, tears flooded from her eyes and with a cry of anguish, Helena pressed her face into his chest. Those words were just what her father had said, before Mandragora broke into his house. What Mandragora in turn told his son Edgar back at the docks when Helena wrestled between killing him out of revenge or sparing his life. Just how many more times did she have to hear that until everything really ‘was’ alright?

As Question held onto her in his tender embrace, not caring one bit about the looks guests and staff were sending them, Helena found herself absolutely at war over her connection to him, even after all she had been through, and how one specific aspect of her past still haunted her to this day. The bond she had formed with this eccentric Justice Leaguer was being beaten against by a paranoia and torment that she had always been able to hide, until now. Her tears were soaking Question’s jacket. “Sssh, Helena, I’m here.” Question’s faintly hoarse but gentle voice rippled through her ears, which were echoing from all the horrors of these memories. “I’m so sorry, baby doll…” Helena felt her throat sting from the sobs she had tried, and failed, to hold in. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Question, with a warmth only matched by that of her parents, put a hand to the back of her head and let her nuzzle her face up against the crook of his neck. Their affection had become a lifeline, which none of the evils in this world could possibly sever. 

Despite knowing they were in a public place, Question still had his back to (hopefully) everyone else and his fedora would at least keep anyone from seeing his mask. But right now he needed to nurse Helena’s very sudden emotional breakdown. While she quietly wept, he held her in one arm and trailed his other hand up and down her back, stroking her soothingly. Could all this be to do with Mandragora? Or was there something more to it? 

“Helena.” ‘What am I doing?’ Question thought as he spoke up. “Can you tell me what…” What he wanted to ask might probably risk sending Helena into an even worse state, possibly even causing her to push him off and run away. “Can you tell me what your nightmare was about?” There was a sniff and Helena scrunched her eyes shut. “I don’t - I - ” “Hey, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Question was determined to know, but had to make certain not to come across as forceful or harsh. “Just tell me, and I’ll help in any way I can. I did it when we first met, risking my reputation with the League, but this time, whatever this problem is, I’ll go to the ends of the earth if I must, just to help you.” he vowed solemnly, still trailing his hand across her back. “If - if I - ” Helena raised her head to face Question, her eyes soaked and her expression plaintive. This was a side to her Question had never encountered before, a sure indication of mental scarring. “If I tell…will you promise not to push…push me away?” This made Question tighten his grip on her, so that not even the strongest enemy would separate them if they tried. The feel of his arms got Helena shrinking up against his body again and he rested his chin on her head. “Helena, no matter what you tell me, I’ll only hold you even closer than ever. I give you my word.” he reaffirmed. Though his brain was racing for decisions as to what he would do when the time came, he lifted Helena to her feet to help her out of her chair. “Now, why don’t we go and see this movie of yours?” he proposed, and Helena’s fear gradually evaporated into a thankful smile. She slowly but surely lifted her face from Question’s chest, as if wondering whether it was safe to or not, but her heart went from thumping erratically to simply swelling wondrously at Question’s compassion for her. “My baby doll…” She snatched him around his sides, pulled him forward and smooshed her lips up against his blank mask. ‘Here we go again.’ he thought as Helena’s kiss pushed against the only thing separating his own face from hers. But at the same time, what did he care? “Well, what’re we waiting for?” Helena suddenly asked with some of that Huntress confidence Question was much more familiar with, getting her satchel that she had hung on her chair. “Garçon, check please!” she called over to a nearby waiter. “I’ll leave you a tip after that little balcony incident…” Question informed the waiter, keeping his head lowered so the man didn’t get a glimpse of his mask.

“Okay, baby doll, let’s ride!” Helena exclaimed, smirking at Question as she took his arm in hers and they exited the restaurant now that they had paid the check. Though this came as a relief for Question, what he couldn’t ignore was just how quickly Helena’s bout of PTSD had subsided. It could be that his efforts to support her had a part in it, but it could still be lingering within, waiting to resurface. For now, Question kept his arm comfortably looped in Helena’s as they made their way down the white marble staircase on their way back to his car. 

Once the two got into Question’s Pontiac GTO, its engines revving vigorously, they cruised through the streets on their journey to the cinema. Driving out onto the freeway where lines of vehicles sped across the lanes, Question glanced at Helena. At the moment she was sitting back, gazing out into the night above the distant buildings as vehicle headlamps blinked past like shooting stars. She seemed deep in thought, her attractive face betraying not a hint of emotion. Staying silent as he looked out at the road, Question wondered if Helena could not so much be reliving her pain on the outside, as she was feeling it from inside. 

Question’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, but quickly loosened when he realised how stressed he was getting. For God’s sake, he was the Justice League’s leading conspiracy expert and data master, able to uncover dark secrets from even the most innocent-looking, least suspicious suspects one could think of. Though he had not quite expected a quick-tempered, ballsy young woman like Helena Bertinelli to become so attracted to him, getting attracted to her in turn, the last thing Question had expected was some episode from her past (and he hadn’t found out what yet) to be so capable of reducing her to such a tearful fit back at the restaurant. His heart just simply went out to Helena, even as he always took care to tiptoe around expressing his own emotions. But all this, from her nightmare he found her having days ago, to what went on back there left Question in a truly unenviable spot. All that could be heard over the journey was the hum of the car’s engine, along with the whoosh of vehicles all around them. 

“Helena…” Question only slightly turned to her as he drove on, his tone as patient and sympathetic as possible. For an oddball detective such as him, at least. “Hm?” Helena’s voice could barely be heard, even above the low drone of traffic. Question felt he should tread cautiously, but was trying like mad to come up with his next words. “Helena…you can tell me in - in your own time.” Surely this was the right tack to choose. Or was he just chickening out? “Yes, just tell me when - when you - you decide to tell - you decide when to tell me and I’ll listen - I can wait long - long enough.” His stomach went into knots at the way he stammered out his sentence, Helena staring at him blankly. Her lips budged into a tiny smile that would be easy to miss for slower eyes, but Question noticed it from the corner of his. “Thank you, Q…” she replied, her tension ebbing away. Question wasn’t sure if he was fooling himself, but he felt much more at ease knowing that Helena was so willing to trust him. “You’re welcome.” he responded plainly, his hidden eyes glued to the lane through which he was driving.   

Back at Corleone and Brazzi’s, the moustached host who had given Question and Helena their table was busy speaking to someone on the telephone. “Yes, a balcony table? Yes, yes, very good.” he was saying while guests around the tables were still eating and talking and the piano played on. 

What nobody could anticipate was the shadowy, slender figure pushing open a top pane in one of the tall windows, then jumping down on all fours without making a sound. Golden-furred hands and feet (or paws) brushed pristine white tiles, this unknown figure with a long, winding tail staying as low as possible. Not even waiters carrying trays or guests either leaving or entering knew what was slinking around tables and chairs. A couple of waiters were just removing used plates and empty glasses from one table and taking them to be washed, both of them unaware of the cat-figure sneaking towards the table itself. Like an animal on the trail of its prey, the figure gave one of the chairs a few sniffs. There was a particular scent that hung around the chair itself.

Still on the phone, the host nodded to the person on the other end. “Not a problem. See you soon. Thank you.” He placed the receiver down, then picked the pen off his desk to jot down some names. Halfway through writing, he found no more ink coming out. The pen had run dry. Tutting, the host headed across the dining area and through a staff door. Now that the coast was clear, the cat-like intruder crawled from under one of the tablecloths to the desk that had the guest list. The list was snatched away and the figure disappeared behind a vase holding a palm plant. Inhuman eyes, white with pale green slits for pupils, read through all the names. At last, the feline stopped at the words ‘Question and Helena.’ A waiter who had just placed a champagne bottle into a bucket for one group of guests turned and walked away, none of them even seeing the figure prowling to the staff door after the host.

In one of the restaurant’s offices, the host found a pot of spare pens on the desk and smiled in satisfaction. Getting a couple out, he turned to go back to the dining area, only to find himself face-to-furry face with Cheetah, an old enemy of the Justice League, smirking at him! The host yelled in terror, before a clawed hand snapped around his neck and he was slammed on top of the desk! Cheetah held him down as he trembled wildly and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh, no, please! Please don’t ki - kill me!” the host half-choked, not daring to struggle for fear of getting torn to pieces. “I looked through your little list…” Cheetah told him in a voice that sounded so calm and human, with some craftiness added in. All the man did was fearfully shut his eyes as he felt the tips of her claws so close to his neck. “Found you had a couple of pretty interesting guests whose scent I followed to your fine little establishment.” the genetically-mutated woman continued. “Wha - what - what - what are you - I don’t - ” Too hysterical to form an actual sentence, the host found himself blabbering out his words. 

“I’ll keep this short and sweet.” Cheetah stated, though she didn’t loosen her grip. As he panted frantically, the host waited for his attacker to state her demands, whatever they were. Cheetah leaned over him as he cracked an eye open, seeing dagger-sharp fangs that could sink through his skin any minute. “Where are this…Question and his girl heading?” she coldly asked, ready for possible violence if he didn’t comply. All the host could do was shake in his well-polished shoes, thinking back to that very strange guest who had turned up at his restaurant with the raven-haired woman. This human-cat was after them? “The - the man with - with no - no fa - no face?” “Yes…him…” Cheetah responded with a nod. Clearly she was on the right track. “You - you ju - you just missed them!” the host told her through his shuddering. Cheetah snarled and the green in her eyes shone lethally. “I don’t have time for games!” This got a yelp from the host who turned away from that animalistic face just a few inches from gnashing him, her breath hot and nasty against his sweating skin. “Shall we try this again?” “Oka - oka - okay, okay!” the man wheezed out pleadingly and thought like mad about everything that had happened since getting a table for those two. “I wa - I was - was - I was just - seeing how some - some guests…were enjoying their food - not far from where their table was…” Cheetah listened and her slit pupils scanned the host’s face for any deception. “Go on…” she prompted, not loosening her hold on his neck. “I think  - I think I - I heard the lady mention - mention a mo - movie she wanted to - to see.” the man explained as he lay pinned to the desk running his mind through everything he could possibly remember. Cheetah’s cat ears twitched. “What movie?” “Ah…well, uh…” It seemed as though the mam was stuck, which only further tested her patience. Again she flashed her fangs at him, causing him to nearly suffocate both from the strangulation and pure fear. “Wrong answer - ” she threatened. “‘1000 Bullets!’” The answer burst from the host’s mouth in sheer desperation. “They’re on their way to see ‘1000 Bullets!’ A spy flick! The - the nearest cinema is - is…Burnett Th - Theatres! Burnett Theatres!” Cheetah just stared down at him and kept her grip on his neck as he spilled the beans. After a moment of mulling over the nervous wreck’s confession, Cheetah let go. Still lying on the desk, the host sucked in a breath and put a hand to his throat, choking. “Cooperation…so rare these days.” Cheetah remarked nonchalantly, striding elegantly around the desk towards a window and pushing it open. As the host slid onto the floor, his body all limp from what he had been put through, the mutant woman clambered onto the window sill, but turned back to him. “One more thing,” Cheetah warned the man she had just scared to death, “If we fail the mission and don’t get what we’re after…” She hissed at him, showing her fangs and making a scratching gesture, which made the host flatten himself up against the desk and whimper. “Is that clear?” “Ah - ah - clear - very clear…” he agreed, on the verge of collapsing. 

With no time to waste, Cheetah hopped down from the window, perched onto a street lamp below and threw herself on top of a passing truck. She crouched with her hands splayed out and her eyes sharply focused, on the hunt for these two guests.  

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Six, Part 6

I stood up off the crate and brushed myself off, not that it mattered. I was just as filthy as Justin. We stepped back in. Food was all over the floor. The counter was covered in sauces and crumbs. The fryer oil was black and opaque. There was so much to do.

But we worked though it. It wasn't the first awful night we'd ever had. It happens, and as we cleaned, my anger at the front of house slowly faded. I was still going to have a chat with Sarah about how reservations worked. A table that big should be known. If I had had any inclination to how crazy things were going to go, I would've called for an extra hand or two. Most of it really wasn't anyone's fault. Sometimes days like this happen and the wave of tables seems to never stop. Honestly, there really was no way for us to have fullly prepared tonight.

By eleven, the kitchen looked better. Everything was back to silvers and whites. The fryer oil had been filtered. I sat finishing up the paperwork I had put off, plus tonight's. By quarter after, I punched out and headed out to the bar. If there was ever a night I needed a drink, it was tonight. Amber took look over at me, and left Justin to get me a beer. Without even asking, she poured a shot for me of Jameson. I knocked it back and started in on my beer. Maybe a little too fast, but at this point, I didn't really give a shit. I was miserable and angry.

I pulled out my phone, texting Chad about the 23rd. I didn't expect a response so I put my phone back in my pocket, and stared unseeing the TV playing some sports recap. Stuff i had no interest in.

"You alright?" Amber asked. I just nodded. I was tired and I was upset. It's hard to let go of a bad night. You can forget every good day you've had, but you'll always be haunted by the bad ones.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Tonight was just a fucking joke."

"I felt really bad for you guys. But, on the plus side, you two rocked it," she smiled. I looked at her with a grin. That was Amber, ever the optimist.

"It's over. At least it's over," I grunted. I looked at the clock. It was eleven thirty.

"Very true," she said, looking down the bar, to Justin drinking whatever liquor he had.

"Go. Maybe ask him for a drink sometime," I said, a little louder than I should've. I knew Justin wasn't paying attention and wouldn't hear me. It was still funny to watch Amber get all flustered.

"Shut up, asshole," she said as she walked away. Even as she said it, she was laughing and almost looking at Justin in hopes he'd heard. I gave my attention back to the silent TV. I started to nurse the second half of my beer. I still did have the walk home in front me, and I was to far to make it safe with a drunk on. That would probably be the day I would actually get mugged. I retreated into my head, barely giving any attention to the world around me. Some people call it disassociation, and that was probably the right word for it. I called it daydreaming.

"What you thinkin' bout?" A bright voice suddenly said. I hadn't even noticed her come in. I snapped back to reality in an instant, yanked by that angelic song of a voice. I turned around quickly in my chair, only to see Addison standing and smiling back at me. I hopped off my stool and took her in an embrace.

"What? Wait, what are you doing here?" I couldn't speak right. My bad mood was lifted and shattered into a million little pieces, sharp as glass.

"I figured, since I'm off tomorrow, I'd come bug you at work. I wasn't even sure you'd still be here," she said as Amber and Justin slowly came over by us. This was still fresh to me. Seeing me interact in this way with someone. Hell, seeing me interact with someone in general is kind of a shock.

"You came to visit me? What if I wasn't here?" I asked, still not quite sure I believed what was happening.

"What can I say? I missed my dork. If you weren't here, I was prepared to bug you at home," she smirked at me and kissed my cheek. My heart skipped when she said her dork. I was hers. That's how she saw me. Hers.

"What would you like to drink?" Amber asked, still smiling in awe at the situation they were witnessing. Justin was sitting only a stool away now, trying to remain stoic and quiet. Like stone. This girl had come in for a second time to talk to me, a guy they saw has one of the most antisocial people on the planet. I was the poster child for chosen solitude. I had the social skills of The Unabomber.

[gamebunny-advance]

A Random Collection of "Heart and Soul" and "DSYNC" Thoughts

Recap: "Heart and Soul" is a corny fanfic I wrote about 1010 meeting Yinu for the first time. I like it, but the ending is kinda bad.

This is, as the title says, a "random collection of thoughts," so don't expect anything too coherent. Jump around, skip stuff. Don't force yourself to try and sort this out.

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I think it'd be funny if 1010 referred to Yinu as "big sis" since she's technically older than them.

HaS doesn't necessarily occur in the DSYNC!AU, but I still base White's relationship with Yinu as though it had happened. In DSYNC, besides other NSR staff/public appearances, White will usually go out of his way to hide his bad mood when she's around because she's the one person he legitimately doesn't want to upset. Yinu kinda knows that something is wrong with him (try as he might to hide it, but she can usually smell the tobacco on him), but considering the last time she got involved in 1010's home situation, she got him erased, she doesn't want to pry any more than she needs to.

Sometimes I wonder how White conceptualizes his relationship with Yinu. Currently, they consider each other friends and there is a sibling-like quality to their relationship, but I wonder if that would change when she becomes an adult. In my headcanon 1010s are programmed with the inclination to flirt with basically anything that moves baring a couple of exceptions, both of which Yinu falls under: she's a child, and she's employed by NSR. Their restriction against NSR employees would bar him from flirting with her even when she becomes an adult, but the moment that either of them aren't employed by the same company, that restriction gets lifted. So I wonder if he considers that previous bond significant enough to continue to think of her as a close friend, or if it disappears the instant she meets their flirtation criteria. Perhaps by that time, their AI would be robust enough to process the nuances of their relationship.

1010 has already considered that even if he has a long "life", then all the humans in his life are going to out-grow him while he remains a 'young man' for eternity. But, what he considers more likely is that he'll be considered obsolete and *retired before Yinu even grows up.

*Although 1010 considers all previous versions of himself to be the same person, he also feels that part of him "dies" with every upgrade too. He's in a constant cycle of death and rebirth, and every MK update he gets further and further from what he originally was. Very Thesisus's ship paradox.

When I was writing the sequel, "Heartaches" there was a scene where Yinu accidentally reactivates the MKI 1010 while she visited Barracca Mansion.

I never quite explained why Neon J. felt the need to erase 1010's memories, but it was because it was considered too dangerous to allow 1010 to so blatantly disobey his Captain's orders, so that needed to be fixed as soon as possible.

It was determined that 1010's accidental harm of Yinu is what caused the sudden shift in his priorities, but the way that 1010 processes information means that it's not as easy as simply deleting a random chunk of his memory to reverse the effects. 1010's A.I. is like a giant web of connections. It *isn't easy to just cut some connections without causing another part to fail or become unstable.

*Strictly speaking, it is technically possible to comb through 1010's memories and delete very specific parts of it, but the parts are so interwoven and dense that it would take decades of manpower to search through and correctly identify even 1 minute of memories that needed to be erased without affecting other areas, which just isn't practical.

In extreme cases like the Yinu incident, the easiest thing is to *roll-back his memories, either to a previous state or do a complete reset.

*Rolling back his memories is still unideal, but the consequences of rolling back are more predictable vs. deleting something "in the middle" where the consequences will be unknown until it's already caused another problem.

Since 1010 met Yinu the same day that he malfunctioned, he wasn't able to keep any memory of her until the next time they met.

However, Neon J. also doesn't delete these malfunctioning versions of 1010 since they still provide useful research information. So, when MKI is accidentally revived, he still has memories of the incident up to getting retired, but he isn't up-to-date with anything else, so he identifies the MKIII 1010s as threats to Yinu and proceeds to destroy them while they try to get Yinu back to safety and away from him.

Neon J's tendency to use memory erasure to solve 1010's problems was also supposed to be a major point in DSYNC, where Neon J. "solves" the problem by factory resetting White and Green. If they have no memories of the past, then neither of them can have trauma about it. However, since the memories are still stored somewhere, they can still find a way to access them, even "subconsciously." This caused Green to still avoid White even though neither of them knew the real reason why. Since White can't do his job as leader if one of his subordinates keeps avoiding him, he decides to seek out the reason himself.

They are forbidden from directly accessing these memories, but there's a loophole in that they can still get the information indirectly, such as loading a bootleg (aka Garage Band 1010) with the old memories and asking them about it. Reset!White was then supposed to learn about his past abuse from the old White which is what allowed him to finally find the courage to confront Neon J. about their issues and get everyone some well deserved therapy.

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Slumber Party?

A/N: This has no point. None at all besides cuddles and fluff :) Featuring a teensy bit of Bruce POV at the end.

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of grief/loss/depression

Summary: There's no better cure to a hard day than cuddles and ramen noodles.

Word count: 2.6k+

Grief is a funny thing.

Sometimes you feel it acutely, perhaps from the initial loss of someone close to you or ending a relationship. Other times it’s a chronic ache, visiting now and then to remind you of someone or something and drag your day to a halt. 

Today, you were feeling the latter. 

It’s been over four years since your brother died, and the pain is manageable now. In the beginning it was like losing a piece of yourself- it was losing a piece of yourself. Now, you think about him every day and even laugh at something which reminds you of him when your family gets together. It isn’t painful anymore, and you’ve accepted what’s happened and the fact that no one can change it. Overall, your heart did what hearts do. They heal around the hole left in them, and you push on to the next day. 

You hadn’t had a bad day in a long while, and suppose you were due for one. The young brother and sister playing tag down the street were overflowing with youthful innocence, their excited shouts bouncing off concrete sidewalks and ancient brick buildings. When you realized the boy shared a name with your brother though, the pain crept back into the corners of your psyche. It wallowed there before swelling and penetrating the fenced-in part of your heart, tugging at the exposed heartstrings. 

Hence, your current position. You shuffle down the grocery store aisle, one Airpod shoved into your ears and hood up while some celebrity podcast rambles to fill the void. A sniffle escapes without proper permission, and you hastily wipe your face with your sleeve. Tears prick at your eyes, and you blink rapidly while tossing a whole case of instant ramen into the cart. If there was anything you wanted to do, it was to sit on the couch with your electric blanket and eat shitty ramen while crying your eyes out. 

Of course, nothing could be that easy. 

Footsteps approach from behind, and you tense automatically. They’re short strides, and you discern it’s a young person fairly easily. Slowly, you lift the hood from your head and turn, furrowing your brow at the pint-sized person. 

“Damian? What are you doing here?”

The youngest Wayne raises one aristocratic brow, wrinkling the smooth olive skin on his forehead. “Shopping, obviously.”

He launches himself up effortlessly, landing inside of your shopping cart. Of fucking course he does, because the big carts you hate pushing were the only ones left, and -oh yeah- he was Batman’s offspring. 

“Seriously?” You groan and drop your head to the handle. “Dami, I’m really-”

“Sad? Upset? In need of comfort?” 

This time you turn the whole cart around- Damian included- to face the second member of your pity party. Dick Grayson leans casually against the shelves, dressed in dark jeans and a blue sweatshirt, black hair tousled perfectly as per usual. 

“God, you too? Can’t even shop without being bothered by your cult.”  You bite out, snatching a package of tortillas from the shelf near Dick’s arm. 

It was a bit more hostile than you intend, but you’re not in the mood for a Wayne Family intervention at the moment. You’ve had enough since Jason had come back from the dead. 

“Hey, we really were just shopping and saw a familiar face. You looked sad, so Damian wanted to check on you.” Dick pushes away from the shelf.

And if that wasn’t the biggest load of shit you’d ever heard. 

“Really? You two? Shopping?”

“Alfred is visiting family out of the country.”

You narrow your eyes. “And they entrusted shopping to the two members of the family least  likely to step foot in the kitchen?”

“Tt. Nonsense. They entrusted shopping to me, since I am the only one capable of making and fulfilling a list.” Damian glances at his adopted brother. “Grayson is only here because I required a driver.”

“Uh-huh… Well, it’s always nice to see you guys, but I gotta go.” You haul Damian out of the cart by his armpits, eliciting a squawk of protest that almost breaks your eardrum. “Things to do.”

“Like crying by yourself at the store?” Dick presses. 

You begin to push the cart away. “Goodbye Dick. Goodbye, Damian.”

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Back at your apartment, the TV blares a depressing Netflix documentary while you put your ramen in a bowl. While the depression you’d felt at first had ebbed away, being alone was not exactly helping the issue. Now it seems that each TV show or movie you attempt has something to remind you of the pain. 

Ramen was the only comforting thing you sought. 

While you were praying that Jason would be over soon, you refuse to admit it. Any text to him would cause worry, and the last thing you want is Jason to be in a hurry while doing his nightly business. With your luck, he would channel it into an explosive to take down a city block full of mob members and cause an all-out war. Maybe behead some druglords. Or torture a up-and coming criminal mastermind. 

Or something else extreme. You’re not 100% accurate when it comes to predicting Jason’s pit-influenced creative thinking.

You continue on your journey back to the couch, and stoop to plug in your electric blanket. Tinny television speakers ramble on about the mistreatment of killer whales in captivity while you tuck yourself into the couch.

“Seclusion isn’t the ideal treatment for grief, you know.” 

You leap up from the couch to face the fire escape window. Darkness is settling over Gotham, but you can see the faint glow of two lenses outside the open window. Damian nudges it open enough to crawl in, changing from a clumsy tumble into a graceful flip faster than you can blink. 

“You’re breaking into my apartment now?” You don’t deign to give him a reaction, simply plopping down on the couch. As much as you hate to admit it, the adopted Wayne boys were something of brothers to you. Pushing them away at the store was nothing more than to protect yourself from embarrassment, but you can’t run away now. 

“It wasn’t breaking in.” Damian said as he moves to sit beside you on the couch. “Your fire escape is always open.”

You grunt in answer and decide to slurp on ramen instead. Damian flicks his cape boredly and focuses on the TV. 

“Are you watching a film about orcas?”

It’s kind of sweet, Damian sitting with you in an attempt to soothe the pain you were feeling. He might be Bruce Wayne’s son, but there’s a flicker of something more in the young man. 

“Documentary.” You mumble around a mouthful of noodles. “Think ‘s called Blackfish.”

“Perfect.” Damian declares. “I enjoy educational programs. I will watch it with you.”

Your heart flickers at the statement. So young, yet striving to be the most intelligent creature he can. But if there was one thing you know, it’s that where there’s a Robin, there’s a Batman not far behind. 

“Where’s your father?”

Damian huffs and falls back into the couch cushions. “Meeting with Gordon.”

You nod. “I’m sure he’s not thrilled about where you’re at.”

It wasn’t that you and Bruce didn’t like each other. Moreso the fact that he disapproved of Jason’s actions, and you were aligned with Jason. Therefore, you got the same end of the stick as the Red Hood: the shitty side. 

“Tt. His petty disagreements with Todd are none of my concern.” He answers haughtily, “Besides, he has no direct quarrel with you. Nor would he, since I am helping you.”

You look away from the whales. “Are you?”

As usual, the sarcasm soars over Damian’s head. “Of course. You’re having a day of mourning, and as I said: it’s unhealthy to be alone.”

 You ignore the pang of sadness and smile at him. “You know, Damian, you’re my favorite of the Wayne wards.”

He scoffs in the most menacing way an eleven-year old can. “We both know that’s a lie.” 

After a good ruffling of his ornery black locks, you lean back into your side of the couch and collect your rapidly cooling bowl to finish it. 

The documentary continues on, and you zone out. Tapping away at Twitter and Instagram draws your attention, and by the time the apartment door opens, you’re dozing off. Your phone has slipped from your grip and the afghan blanket has been tugged across the couch. A warm weight leans into your side, and you decide moving isn’t an option for the foreseeable future. 

Somewhere in your subconscious, you recognize the sound of the shower turning on and off. A faint haze of humidity wafts across the apartment, followed by a gentle brush of fingers over your hair. 

Eyelashes flutter against your cheeks at the touch, and you observe Jason hovering above you. His hair is shiny and dripping, black tangles with white as it hangs over his eyes. A black t-shirt clings to his damp chest, and sweatpants adorn his lower half.

“Hey, you.” You yawn, leaning your cheek into the kiss Jason lays there. 

Awareness bleeds into you, bringing the sensation of another smaller body near you to the forefront of your mind. Much to your surprise Damian is asleep, body slumped against your shoulder and domino mask discarded on the coffee table. You recall his dedication to keep you company earlier in the night, and smile softly.

“Big Bird is on his way to pick up Demon.” Jason opens his mouth to continue, but stops to stare at the window. “Fuckin’ birds. He’s here already.” 

Sure enough, the same window Damian crawled through is now occluded by the lithe shape of Nightwing. One dramatic somersault later, he manages to land himself on the couch between you and Damian. The youngest Wayne opens his eyes with a scowl but lets Nightwing toss an arm around his shoulders.

“Hello again.” He chirps, then looks to Jason. “Jaybird.” 

“Dickwing. You’re on my couch.” He grits in response.

Dick smiles innocently at his foster brother, leaning a head of wild black locks onto your shoulder. His arms wrap around you in a loose hug. “Not your couch. I am cuddling your girl though.”

The sheer stupidity of their rivalry draws a giggle from your throat. You reach a hand up to Jason’s waist, tugging at his belt loops. 

“It’s alright, babe. I love you more than him.” You reassure, “Especially since you don’t stalk me at the grocery store.”

Jason stiffens, even with your playful tone. “You keeping tabs on us now, Wing?”

Dick pulls off his domino to roll his eyes at Jason. “Couldn’t be bothered. Dami and I had to do the shopping ‘cause Alfred’s on vacation. She was the one across town and crying in the cereal aisle.”

You drop your head against the top of Dick’s with a heavy sigh.

Teal eyes bore into you, suddenly filled with concern. “What happened, Bug?”

Swallowing the trepidation the claws into your throat, you look up at Jason. 

“I was just having a bad morning. Saw some kids that reminded me of my brother.” You grasp Jason’s hand, rubbing gentle circles onto it. “Damian stopped by tonight so I had company.”

“And now, I’m here! It’s like a family get-together.” Dick hums with excessive enthusiasm. “You should join the party, Jay.”

While Dick Grayson was annoying at his worst, he was a sweetheart at his best. All of the Wayne wards were, in their own way. Him being an advocate for Jason through the toughest times had brought the three of you close- no matter how much Jason would deny it.

“For once, I agree with Dick. You really should join.” You wiggle free from Dick’s hold, reaching your arms up to tug at Jason’s. “If you dont, I’ll be forced to cuddle Damian instead. Or Dick, if I’m desperate.”

Sleepily, Damian pipes up. “I shall not be used as someone’s teddy bear.”

This prompts Dick to let you go and instead rotate to gather Damian in his arms. “Too late baby bird. You’re the best teddy bear.”

“Unhand me at once, Grayson!” 

Much to your delight, while the other two argue, Jason relents. And that is how the four of you end up nestled into your old couch, Jason against the armrest pouting. You’re cuddled into his right side with an arm tossed around your shoulders, while Dick sits with his back on the opposite armrest and feet tossed across your lap. You choose a random documentary and press play, letting it drone on over the relentless bickering. 

“Touch me with your feet, Dickwing and I’ll break ‘em.”

“Relax, Jaybird. I washed them last week.”

“Yeah? Well I washed my machete when I got home tonight.”

“I oiled my sword the night before last.”

“Remind me why the fuck Bruce has a stick in his ass about a gun but he lets you carry that?”

It’s soothing, you realize, tucked in between three of Gotham’s heroes- or two vigilantes and a crime lord, as it were. Their bickering chases away the bits of grief that still litter your mind, and you relax a little more into Jason’s warm body as the minutes tick by.

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Bruce Wayne hasn’t spoken to Bug in over a year. 

Not since the day after Jason tried to force him into killing the Joker. Since Bruce threw a batarang at his second son’s throat and the building exploded.

And, in that case, he might have deserved the tongue-lashing. He’d pledged to let Jason and her be- to let them live and enjoy each other as long as the Red Hood stayed in his territory. Bruce had followed that pledge to a tee too, until this morning. 

Damian and Dick were nowhere to be found after patrols, and though it wasn’t unusual for them to do their own thing- brotherly bonding, Dick had called it- but it was unusual for them not to check in. Tim was sick tonight, leaving Bruce with an odd sense of melancholy as he traversed the streets. Thus, when four-thirty rolled around, Bruce found himself hopping rooftops to Bug’s apartment. 

The fire escape is rickety, stained with red splotches that Bruce doesn’t want to believe are dried blood. It rattles against the building as he turns to the window and kneels to peer through the glass. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

His heart does a strange sort of leap as he sees two- three- of his boys curled up on the couch. Both outer seats have the footrests extended, and pillows littered the floor. Jason is stretched out on the far side, closest to the door. One hand is tucked behind his head, and the other is wrapped around Bug’s waist where she’s tucked into his side, legs twined with his on the recliner. Dick, unsurprisingly, takes up the most space, head pillowed far opposite from Jason and legs tossed over Bug’s lap. To top it off, Damian has managed to pile himself in the middle, arms wrapped around one of Bug’s and body pressed between Dick’s legs and the back of the couch. 

There are three domino masks and a broken red hood mask on the coffee table, though any identifiable costumes are covered by the blankets. Bruce winces at the amount of guns he sees discarded on the kitchen island and the crowbar propped near Jason’s end of the couch. 

He gnaws on the idea of sliding the window open, drumming his gloves gently on the glass. Eventually Bruce straightens, taking a deep breath and turning towards the east where dawn is just beginning to break over the ocean. His kids are safe, Gotham is quiet. 

And Bruce can deal with that. So he lets his kids sleep a little longer.

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[heiayen]

hello! may i request albedo, scaramouche and kaeya x reader who sent them this pic <3

cause of death? no kisses! - kaeya, albedo, scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

tags: headcanons, modern au, pretty short given the prompt but all fluff!

summary: you send them a cute little picture of a cat with a caption "cause of death? no kisses". that's it. you are indeed very dead due to not enough kisses.

a/n: HIIIII ahahaha. i have no explanations for myself im a poor sick child. very tired too. very sorry it took me so much time to write it but i seriously got my ass kicked my life and stuff and </3 but here i am! have fun reading okie bye

- Albedo is a really sweet man, so of course his response would also be very sweet. It would probably be something around "oh, i'm sorry dear, would you like me to kiss you later when we meet :)" and you would just melt at how cute his response is.

- Upon seeing your message he would smile to himself because, really, it was so cute! Totally would make the rest of his day better. Please send him more stuff like this, they are so sweet and are an instant mood lift for him.

- And when you two meet, the first thing he does is kiss you. On your right cheek, on your left cheek, on your nose, your forehead and finally, on your lips. All full of love for you.

- Scaramouche... oh dear. He would say that this is your problem, not his, and when you'd try to scold him, he would just send you a laughing sticker. He's a menace.

- He would find this... kinda funny, enough to snort to himself, but I don't think he would admit to that. Like, nooo, he doesn't find it funny, he would say with straight face. He totally doesn’t!

- I think, when you two later meet, that he would just give you a bunch of fleeting kisses through the day. On your cheek, temple, hand, lips. They are short, pecks sometimes, but... in a way, it's pretty adorable.

- Kaeya sends you a funny picture back, look– a meme even– I'm so sure he has a gallery folder with reactions pics and memes. Feel free to send him something back! Please do even. He has a whole army of silly pictures.

- He finds it cute and funny! Something to smile and laugh under his nose. Would get distracted at work and probably earn a scolding from someone, but... shhh.

- You don’t even get to say a word of greeting when you two later meet, he just instantly attacks you with kisses. Cheeks, nose, lips, anywhere. He doesn't want you dying again from the lacks of kisses again after all!

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Volturi guards reaction to reader being a brat

Twilight Reaction: Reader being a brat [Volturi Guards]

FELIX VOLTURI

You’ve been testing his patients all morning and afternoon

He knew you were sorta in a bad mood because he had pissed you off the day before, but he had apologized and you said you’d said you forgive

He knew you’d probably still be upset, but not like this

“Shall we go on a walk?” He suggests while he watches you fold some of his laundry

You scoffed a little

“Why so someone can call you so you can just leave again.”

“Baby-”

“Maybe you should go hang out with Demetri or something, since that’s all you- oof!”

In a second you’re shoved face first into the bed, a hand fisted into your hair

You feel his body on top of you, his hips pinning down your own

“F-Felix!”

You feel a sharp pinch on your ass, making you yelp

Your head is lifted up, his other hand wrapping around your neck

You feel his body bending lower until you feel his lips near your ear

“Now you’re really starting to piss me off angel…”

JANE VOLTURI

The only time you acted like a brat was when you wanted something

And all you wanted right now was her

You both were sitting with some of the other guards

With the most innocent look you could muster up, you let your hand fall into her lap as she talks to someone

You can tell she thinks nothing of it, so you raise your hand a little higher

In a instant, you wrist is grabbed and your given a look of warning

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling or giggling

She holds your hand a few more minutes until she thinks your capable of keeping your hands to yourself

The moment your hand is let go, you raise it even higher

Your unprepared for the hand that wraps itself around your neck

You gulp as you look into the red eyes, which were filled with anger

“I will make you kneel in front of everyone here. Do not test me.” She growls

You shake in excitement

All she needed was one last push

“Well maybe if you paid attention to to me I wouldn’t have to take such drastic measures.” You snap back

She watches as your lips pull up into smirk and growls again

“Kneel.”

DEMETRI VOLTURI

You were a brat all the time and it was something he loved about you

But today was not the day

You had been following him around all day

Poking and prodding at him jokingly, trying to get a rise out of him

Little did you know your tricks were working to well

“Dem-!”

In a flash he turns towards you, a hand at your throat, gripping it firmly, but not enough to hurt you

You’re backed up against a wall

Your eyes are wide and your breathing starts to quicken

He bends down slowly, so your both face to face

His face is right up to yours, his nose just an inch from your own

“I am not in the mood for your shit.”

Your face turns red, hoping no one was walking near you guys

“So, here is what’s gonna happen...”

He moves his face so it’s right next yours, moving his lips to suck on one of your ear lobes

“You’re gonna go to our room…”

His lips go to your neck, scraping it with his teeth

“You’re gonna strip and wait for me on out bef. Do you understand?”

You try to nod your head, but the hand around your throat stops you

“Words babygirl.”

ALEC VOLTURI

Being a brat was fun because it always made him flustered

If he had blood still pumping in his veins, he would be blushing all the time

Today was no different

Except you may have went a little too far

“Sweetheart, have you seen my Volturi crest?”

He was looking all over for the golden necklace

When you didn’t answer he look at you

Only to see you naked, his crest hanging around your neck, the jewel dangling between your breasts

A bashful look crosses his face

“Ha, ha, very funny. Now give it.”

You stay where you are, tilting your head a little, a coy look on features

He rolls his eyes but you see his lips twitching upwards

“I have work, now give it.”

You sigh and fall back on the bed

“No.”

He raises an eyebrow

“No?”

You shake your head

“No.”

His head starts shaking from side to side, chuckling

he walks up to you to try and grab the necklace, but you move away

He gives you a look and goes to try and grab it again, but you still move away from him

“Sweetie, I don’t have time for your games.”

You stay still, only to move away from him again for the third time

You were expecting him to whine, to try and persuade you to give it back

But instead you felt your ankle being grabbed

With a quick pull, your body was dragged to the edge of the bed, the fast movement making you yelp in surprise

The necklace was snatch from you neck, but the hold on your ankle was still there

“Normally I would let you get away with it, but with how important today is, I don’t think I can let go of your behavior this time. All fours, ass up.”

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