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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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Show Me*

Summary: The second part to Teach Me*

Class is in session, and this time, Harry needs a little help exploring his favorite kinks. Like...how to get somebody off underneath a table.

And you're more than happy to lend a helping...hand.

Word Count: 6k

“So…how did she like it?”

Harry laughs as he slips out of his car. “Wow, I think that’s a new record. Waited a whole thirty seconds to ask me.”

“Bite me,” you retort as he makes his way toward where you’re waiting on the sidewalk. “Well?”

He shrugs, hands shoving into his pockets. “Dunno. We never got to it.”

“So, just straight to the fucking, then, huh?” you question. “No foreplay at all? I mean, hey…if that’s what she’s into��great. But, personally, I think the foreplay is the best—”

“All right,” he interjects with a wicked yet amused grin. “That’s not what I meant. She got called into work before we could.”

“Oh.” You offer him a pitiful frown. “Sorry, bud.”

“Bite me,” he mimics as he brushes past you. “S’fine. It’ll happen when it happens.”

“That’s the spirit,” you encourage as you fall in-line beside him. “Gives you more time to find your nerve.”

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, glancing down at the concrete. “Or more time to practice…other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he says again, one brow raising as he looks back over. “You know, like…how to eat ass.”

Finally catching onto his joke, you groan and reach out to shove him away from you, watching as he stumbles with a laugh. “Fucking hilarious.”

“Listen, I was actually looking forward to it,” he continues, hand over his heart as if disappointed. “I bet you really know how to eat some ass.”

“Ha…ha.”

“What? You do, don’t you? Cause of…Eric?”

The familiar but dreaded name sends a shiver down your spine as you recoil away and scrunch your nose in horror. “Ew.”

He looks proud. “Well? Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” you huff before sighing. “…no. But he wasn’t that great of a teacher, anyhow.”

“No fucking kidding,” Harry snorts with a smile. “You’re much better.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he beams, reaching out for the door of the restaurant to swing it open. “After you.”

“As it should be,” you tease, winking to hint at the double entendre, and his eyes roll.

You find your large group of friends already gathered around a table near the back of the room, and quickly make your way over.

For the next few minutes, you all exchange pleasantries, catch-up, and tease Harry about his failed attempt at mating.

He’s a good sport about it, flipping everyone off with a smile before changing the subject.

Because, despite the jokes, all of you know that Harry could have anybody he wanted. Maybe his experience in the bedroom is lacking but that’s only because it was a personal choice that he made. And everybody knows it. As far as charm and seduction go? Harry Styles is a king.

Perhaps even a God.

…no, that’s giving him too much credit.

You shake your head, clearing the thought away as you listen to your friends gossip about the newest celebrity drama and reality TV scandals.

And you try to care. Really, you do.

But your mind keeps…drifting.

To Eric.

God, you could just kill Harry for re-planting that seed in your subconscious and reminding you of the worst mistake you’ve ever made.

Because there was a time when Eric was everything to you. When you were closer to him than you were to Harry. When you trusted him—completely—with your mind, soul, and body.

And of course, he just had to shit all over the self-growth and progress you’d made.

You feel your phone vibrate from its place on your thigh, and you glance down to see Harry’s name flashing across the screen.

Sneaking a curious sideways peek his way, you swipe up to read his text.

So…Pete Davidson is Kim Kardashian’s stepfather now? Am I hearing that right?

Confused, your brows pull together as you look over at him.

His explanation is to nod at your friends across the table with a smirk, and you laugh.

I don’t know, you type. I wasn’t listening.

Oh? Why not? This is fascinating stuff.

Idk. Just wasn’t.

Harry’s expression seems to fall as he studies you before his fingers are flying across the screen. You were thinking about Eric, weren’t you?

…nooooooo.

His eyes narrow.

So what if I was?

Bee…you can do better than that. Even in your head.

See, you say that, and yet…here I am.

Because you’re not doing better. You can…you just aren’t.

Yeah? And how exactly would I do better?

You catch the way his lips pull back into a Cheshire-like grin as he begins to type.

Well, you kind of already did do better. With me. The other day.

Swallowing a scoff, you type, That was only because I felt bad for you.

Think you felt a lot of things that day, Bee. But bad wasn’t one of them.

You toss him a playful glare. Are you ever gonna let that go?

Not likely. After all, you did promise me another lesson.

You don’t need another lesson, you just need to stop being so goddamn annoying.

Come on, you can’t deprive me now. Not when I know I have so much to learn.

Google it.

Ouch.

You’ll live.

It’s not living if it’s not with you.

This time, you do groan, and reach over to swat his arm. “Stop,” you hiss. “You really are fucking annoying.”

“Learned from the best,” he retorts, leaning closer to you in an attempt to conceal the conversation. “Learned a lot of things from you, actually.”

“Harry,” you huff again, but you’re smirking. “My god, you don’t really wanna learn how to eat ass do you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t really know what I wanna learn. That’s why I need a teacher. To teach me what I want.”

You know he’s fucking with you. You can see it all over his face and yet, for some reason…your interest is piqued. “Thought that was a one-time deal.”

“It was,” he agrees. “But…the door to knowledge is never closed.”

He follows this up with a devious chuckle to let you know he’s teasing, and you nudge him again. “See? Annoying.”

For a moment, you both put the topic to bed and return to the conversation happening across the table.

But again, your mind wanders.

Wanders all the way back to your bedroom and the image of Harry’s curls wound around your knuckles.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about that afternoon quite a few times since it happened. After all, you’re only human. And Harry had done a rather excellent job. Sure, you’ve had a tad better. But for his first time…it wasn’t half bad.

And you’d waited to feel weird about it after the fact…but you never did. Which was strange. The two of you returned to your normal routine as if it had never happened.

And you were certainly glad for that. So why is it that now, as the opportunity for a relapse is placed so obviously in your lap, are you not repulsed by it?

Why is it that you haven’t immediately shut the idea down? Laughed it off? Why is it that you’re…considering it?

Again?

You almost want to shudder at the very thought, but as you look over to the chair beside you and take in Harry’s relaxed smile as he listens to your friends talk…something seems to shift.

You will admit, since your little…experiment…you’ve begun to equate those kinds of memories and feelings with Harry instead of Eric.

And that’s another thing you wouldn’t dare complain about. You like the idea of being able to associate pleasure with someone that makes you feel safe. Secure instead of unhinged.

And perhaps this is a huge mistake…but suddenly, you can’t seem to see the harm?

He gets to learn how to make a woman feel good and you get to erase Eric from your past permanently.

What could possibly be so wrong with that?

Subtly, you clear your throat as you turn your head to him, calling his attention away as he raises a brow.

“Okay, so…if I were to agree to another lesson…” you begin hesitantly as his eyes grow wide. “I’d need a little…information.”

He angles his body toward you as well, murmuring, “Yeah? Like what?”

You think for a moment. “I don’t know…what kinds of kinks do you have?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats smugly, nodding his chin at you. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to help me find out?”

You quickly glance across the table to make sure nobody is listening as you lean in and whisper, “Well…I don’t even know where to start with you. You’re a virgin, it’s hard.”

“I’m not a virgin,” he corrects with a scoff. “I just…haven’t done it a lot since the first time.”

“Mhm,” you snort. “Doesn’t change the fact that if you don’t know what you like, there’s no way I’ll know.”

He studies you for a second, seeming to think. “Well…why don’t you tell me what you like? Maybe I’ll get some ideas.”

You hesitate. What do you like? “Uh…okay. I mean, I like pretty much everything, I guess.”

“Yeah? Like what? Name something.”

Well…shit. “Um…I don’t know. Have you ever heard of…exhibitionism?”

He runs his tongue over his teeth in thought, brows lifting up with intrigue. “I’m 27, I’m not dead.”

“Hilarious.”

“Why? S’that something you’re into?”

You swallow but force a relaxed and nonchalant demeanor. “Kind of, yeah. Fun to play with what’s mine when anybody could see.”

He almost seems impressed, leaning back as he looks at you. Really looks at you. “You don’t fucking say.”

“Okay, don’t make it a whole thing,” you whisper urgently, already swatting at him in warning. “It was just an��idea. We can always think of something—”

“Show me.”

You pause. “Show you…what?”

He nods his chin at you. “Show me how you’d play with what’s yours when anybody could see.”

Your expression falls. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He nods. “I’m a vessel. Show me. Teach me.”

And maybe it’s the glass of wine offering you an extra ounce of courage, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve already done this once before, or maybe it’s the fact that it’s Harry…

But whatever it is, you reach out, and smooth your palm along his upper thigh, just to watch his breath catch. “Are you sure?” you ask softly, careful to keep beneath the suspicion of the group across the table. “Because I need to know if you can…handle it.”

You feel him tense, his fingers flexing across the tablecloth as he regards you. “I’ll handle anything you want me to.”

Your hand drifts a little higher. “And you’ll sit here? And be a good student?”

He shoots you a coy smile. “The best.”

A little higher. “And you know your safe word?”

“‘Stop,’” he answers, teeth tugging on his bottom lip. “Don’t think I’ll need it, though.”

“You might.”

“Won’t.”

“Maybe.”

“No fucking way.”

You slow to a stop, centimeters away from the rather obvious dip in his pants. “Don’t say that. Just use it. If you need to.”

His expression softens. “I know, Bee. I will. Promise.”

“Good.” So, with that and a deep breath, you take the plunge, ghosting your touch over his covered cock.

And it’s different this time because it’s you touching him. It’s his body in your hands and this far exceeds your usual high-five.

You aren’t sure what you expected. You kind of already know he’s big from the few times you guys have gone swimming together. And he’s accidently brushed up against you before when scooting past you and worn sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to help him hide an erection (another reason why you’re never watching a Margot Robbie movie with him again).

But feeling it now…knowing exactly what this man is in possession of…feels forbidden.

You keep your expression stoic, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your awe as you watch the way his lashes flutter.

“Easy,” you warn in a delicate whisper. “Rule number one…make a sound and I stop.”

His teeth grit as he leans back against his seat. “Fine.”

“Good.” You bring your fingers together until you can cup your palm around him, adding just the slightest amount of pressure before glancing back at your friends.

They’re laughing about something, you don’t really know what, but you smile and nod along as if absolutely enthralled.

And as the seconds pass, you feel Harry grow harder in your hand. Needier. He shifts at least three times a minute, clearly struggling to keep from bucking up into your touch.

You’re being as easy on him as you can. A few squeezes, a bit of palming, and some light brushing just to tease him.

He’s gripping onto the edge of the table so tight, you’re surprised it’s not shaking. But he’s restraining himself, as best he can, and you feel oddly…proud.

You maneuver a little closer, head dipping until your lips are close to his ear. To anyone else, it might look like you're merely trying to be heard over the loud music.

But Harry knows better.

"This...is where the fun is," you tell him. "Knowing it would be so easy to have you coming in your pants. Right here, right now. In front of everybody."

You add a bit more pressure and watch the way the veins in his arms begin to strain against his skin. The way the muscles in his jaw constrict and the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows.

“You feel it, don’t you?” you murmur as his fingers begin to scratch down the table, desperate to grab onto something. “Feel what it does to you…to be played with. Just like this…exactly like you wanted.”

He sucks in a quiet gasp for air as his head threatens to drop back, little curls falling across his forehead.

He’s not stopping you. And you know he won’t. He’ll happily let himself go right into his trousers, in front of the whole goddamn resturant. Right here, right now.

But that wasn’t apart of the lesson.

So, just when you can feel his resolve begin to crumble…you stop.

He exhales a long, deep breath, slumping into the chair as if completely drained of all energy, and you almost want to laugh.

“So…what did you learn?” you ask softly as you lean back in.

“That Eric’s a fucking ass,” he replies instantly, shooting you a lazy grin. “And that we’re definitely not kids in a tree house anymore.”

“No kidding,” you agree. “Anything else?”

He mulls this over, eyeing you closely. “That I think I’m more of a…hands-on learner.”

Your brow raises. “What does that mean?”

His answer comes in the form of his touch, hand outstretching for your leg, long fingers brushing across the hem of your dress. “It means…I need to see for myself.”

He pauses down by your knee in order to allow you the time to understand and either accept him or reject him.

But you simply blink, focus falling from his face down to your lap. “Ah…I suppose that makes sense.”

His lips roll into his mouth. “Mhm…what do you say, Teach?”

Your nose scrunches at the nickname but you smile. “I say practice makes perfect.”

And he wastes no more time in slipping beneath the fabric to travel up your thigh and toward your hips.

Now, you’re the one forced into restraint, a gasp immediately hitching in your throat as he brushes his thumb down the front of your underwear.

It instantly brings you back to the last time, and his touch, while familiar and oddly reassuring, makes your head spin.

You slowly look over at him, taking note of the way he’s so goddamn proud of your reaction, and the way he returns his attention to your friends.

Exactly like you had.

Because this is the lesson after all. The concept of teasing and torture and watching somebody come undone so easily.

The idea of getting caught.

You could tell from the moment you reached for him that this was something he was into. But even when he was trying not to thrust up into your hand, it was obvious that his interest lied with you and your pleasure.

With the idea of putting you under this sort of duress.

He really is a sadist.

Good to know.

"How's this for practice?" you hear him murmur as you become vaguely aware of the way he's scooted his chair closer to you.

You open your mouth, lips parted and ready to respond, but you can feel the beginning of a whimper threatening its escape.

So you swallow—thickly—and nod your head once.

"Good, then?" he asks, and you have to fight the urge to cross your legs over his hand. "Bee...I need you to speak."

But you can't fucking speak. The pressure of his touch has increased, and it feels so...so fucking good. "It's....yeah. Fine. It's fi—"

Suddenly, you gasp, and thankfully, it's lost beneath the jazz music still loudly playing through the restaurant.

But it's not lost on Harry, and you watch his smug smile expand as his teasing begins to slow. "Uh-uh," he tuts softly. "You know the rules. Make a sound...and I stop."

You exhale the singular word, "Har," and he hums.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What?"

You have to physically fight the urge to whimper with desperation. Truth be told, he’s hardly even doing anything, but his hands…

You’d fucked up by sneaking a glance down at the tattooed skin disappearing beneath your dress. Because it’s sinful to feel the cold, metal of his rings brush against your warm thighs. Sinful to know he’s pressing his thumb into you just to feel the way you’ve begun to soak the material he’s so effortlessly playing with.

He…is sinful.

And then suddenly…his touch disappears. Retreats from between your legs as your mouth just about drops open.

And you could cry at the loss of contact because it felt so safe and so exciting. Teasing or not, it was so fucking good, and you hate him for making you go without.

But then…you learn why.

His fingers move to wrap around the edge of your seat, getting a good grip on it…before he yanks.

Your chair is forced closer to his, squeaking against the floor as he begins to smirk victoriously.

“There,” he declares quietly before his hand is returning to your lap. “Much better, don’t you think?”

And it is better because now he’s so much closer, and has so much more room, and you’re so fucking close to just throwing in the towel and hurling yourself at him. Friends be damned.

“Speak, Bee,” he repriminds after a minute of your silence, and instantly, you begin to squirm.

“Har,” you whisper, both begging him for his mercy and for his cruelty.

“What?” he replies evenly. “What do you need, hm?”

You, you think. “Can’t…s’just…”

“Come on,” he tsks. “Think you can do better than that, can’t you?”

But you can’t.

“Please,” you try again, a faint request.

“Please…what?”

“Har…”

“Uh-uh. Tell me. What?”

Again, you swallow, willing yourself to stay silent. "Har—”

“No.”

“Harry—"

"...Harry?"

This time, it's Charlie calling his name, and immediately, you go deathly still as you turn back toward your friends.

However, Harry is calm as he raises a brow. "Yeah?"

For a moment, the three across from you simply stare, rather curiously before Charlie says, "Oh, I was just asking how Tina is?"

You could almost moan with relief.

“She’s good, yeah,” Harry answers cooly, pointer finger hooking around the edge of the material on your thighs to pull it aside. “Yeah, real good. Been working a lot, so I haven’t seen her much.”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” Jackie offers with a pout. “Is she nice? Will we like her?”

Harry laughs, head shaking with amusement as if he’s not dragging his thumb down your clit while you swallow a rather desperate whine. “She’s nice. I don’t know if we’ll ever make it that far, though.”

Caleb’s head tilts. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. We’ve hung out, like…twice. S’not really that serious yet.”

And you almost snort, because to you…he seemed pretty serious about her.

But you suppose eating pussy doesn’t exactly require an engagement ring, and maybe he just wants a fuck buddy.

“Well…she still needs to pass the approval test,” Jackie argues with a wink. “And the fact that she strung you along for two months is not doing her any favors.”

“She was just making him work for it,” Charlie teases. “And he needs to be humbled, so I say good for her.”

“Please. Look at him,” she snorts. “He’s too pretty to be this dumb. Okay, he can do better than Tammy—”

“Tina,” Harry corrects before slowly easing the tip of his finger in, and your entire body goes rigid.

��—yeah, whatever. The point is…you can do better,” Jackie finishes proudly, shooting a pointed look toward Charlie.

Harry begins to smirk, slowly stealing a glance at you. “Yeah. Maybe we can all do better.”

Now curious, Caleb nods at you, and you do your best to control your reactions as he says, “Yeah, speaking of which…have you heard from…him?”

You shake your head quickly, mentally damning Harry to hell as he pushes in a bit further just to make it harder for you to reply. “Uh…no. Nope. Not since that night.”

“I’ll kill him,” Jackie tells you. “No, really. I will. I’ll hit him with my car and drag his dead body out to the woods, and watch the bears eat him.”

You breathe out a laugh, but it’s outrageously forced, and Harry can tell. “It’s…it’s fine. He’s…you know, we all move on. I’m fine.”

“Sure,” Harry says with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Yeah, you seem fine.”

“Oh, I am,” you murmur through a tight-lipped smile. “Fucking fantastic.”

“Good,” he hums before you can feel him curl upward. “Hope it stays that way.”

Your hands drop to the chair beneath you, and you grip onto the sides for dear life in an attempt to keep from reeling. “Thanks for your…concern.”

“Anytime,” he beams as you feel him slip out. “Just want you to…do and feel the best that you can.”

The wet pad of his finger then returns to your clit as he presses into it just to push it in a teasing circle.

Your eyes just about roll back as you quickly turn your face toward your shoulder and fake a cough. “Fuck…sorry,” you apologize hoarsely as your friends look on.

“Are you all right?” Jackie asks softly. “Sorry, we shouldn’t have brought him up. We can change the subject.”

“No, it’s…it’s fine,” you sigh, hoping to sound casual, despite the fact that you’re teetering on the edge of a wail. “Really, he’s just…a guy. Just some…stupid…sadistic…evil fucking…guy.”

And while the group across the table snorts their agreement, you see that Harry knows that jab was aimed directly at him.

He winks.

“I, uh…I need to go to the bathroom,” you suddenly declare, grabbing onto his wrist to forcefully shove it away before standing to your feet. “Be right back.”

“Feeling all right?” Harry asks innocently as he watches you push your chair in.

“Just delightful,” you reply before brushing your hands down the front of your dress. “Seriously, keep eating. I won’t be long.”

You leave the table before Harry can make another quippy remark, quickly making your way for the extravagant restroom in the back of the restaurant.

Honestly, you thought you had a little more self-control. You thought it wouldn’t be so easy to get you so on edge, and yet here Harry is, making you clench so hard in your chair, you nearly burst a blood vessel.

You lock the door behind you and make a beeline for the sink. You flip on the cool water and gently trail it down your arms and chest to cool yourself down as you will the ache between your legs to subside.

It’ll be easy to take care of once you get home, but you’re rather impressed with Harry’s commitment to…education.

And something about looking your friends in the eye as he played with your cunt like a toy was oddly invigorating.

Far more invigorating than it ever had been with…Eric.

You’ve no sooner smirked at this thought when your phone begins to buzz from its place on the counter.

Glancing down, you aren’t surprised to see a text from Harry, but it does make you laugh.

How’s it going?

Good. Just getting myself off before I come back, you answer.

Yeah? Texting me while you touch yourself? Hot.

Well, it’s not the first time.

A good minute passes before he responds, and you can easily imagine the way his eyes went wide.

Seriously?

Seriously. Why, is that weird?

Are you fucking kidding? No, it’s…I mean, it’s hot. Very, very hot.

Your brow raises. Yeah?

Kind of rude you never told me, though. Clearly I would have been of great help.

In my defense, I was a little…busy. It’s already hard enough to type with one hand.

And even if you aren’t exactly touching yourself right now…you aren’t lying about having done it before. Not on purpose, of course. He just happened to text you right in the middle of your alone time and needed an answer ASAP.

So…you’d answered.

Yeah? Do you need an extra hand? he replies next, and you chuckle under your breath as you lean against the sink.

Why, do you know someone?

Funny.

Thank you, I thought so.

Is that a yes, then?

I think I’m managing just fine.

Yeah? So you’re pinching your clit nice and tight for me?

You feel your breath hitch. This certainly isn’t helping. Obviously.

And you’re clenching around your fingers for me? How many you using? One? Two? Maybe three? Know you like to feel stretched.

“Fucking hell,” you whisper to yourself as you glance off into the bathroom. He’s trying to kill you.

Can’t really clench around anything when I have to keep answering these texts. Go eat your food and leave me to it.

And what kind of student would I be if I did that?

An obedient one.

And does that sound like me?

“Nope,” you respond aloud, but type, You have been so far.

Think I’d be more obedient if I finished what I started.

I mean…maybe if you knew how.

You wait to watch the bubbles roll across your screen, but when they don’t come, your heart sinks.

And then…there’s a knock.

A rather fervent and determined knock that makes you jump as you look toward the door.

“Bee…let me in.”

Shit. “I…uh, I’m a little busy.”

“I know,” comes the deep, sultry reply. “So, let me in.”

“Har—”

“Open the goddamn door, Bee, before I break it down.”

Clearing your throat, you put your phone aside and cautiously tiptoe toward the door.

After sliding the lock over, you pull it back just a hair, and peek through the crack. “Uh, hi. Sorry, this bathroom is a little occupied at the moment—”

His large hand comes out to press against the wood as he forces it open and steps inside. “Are you okay?”

You blink at him before scrambling to push it closed and relock it. “Uh…yeah? Why?”

He strides a bit further into the bathroom before turning around to look at you, almost as if suspicious. “Honestly? I kind of thought you came in here to hide from me.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know.” His arms cross over his chest. “I know you didn’t actually come in here to fuck yourself, so I thought…maybe you just felt uncomfortable.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you know I didn’t come in here to do that?” you retort.

He smirks. “’Cause you always use both hands. And if you were texting me…you weren’t fucking yourself.”

“And how do you know I use both hands?”

He shrugs. “You told me once.”

Oh…right. “Well…maybe I was multi-tasking.”

“You weren’t,” he rejects immediately. “No, I think you either came in here to hide from me…or because you were upset about what they said. You know, about…him.”

An invisible fist snaps closed around your heart as you stare at the man across from you. The devious intentions and teasing from before are long gone as the man you’ve known for years, your best friend…stands before you.

The concern is evident on his face as you take a step closer. “Har…honestly, I’m fine. I wasn’t hiding from you, and I really don’t care about Eric. I came in here to keep myself from coming all over your fucking hand.”

The corner of his mouth twitches with the temptation to smile, but his gaze remains skeptical. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You nod, taking another step. “Come on, I think it’s a little late to start questioning me now, don’t you?”

He sucks on his teeth. “Well…I can never tell with you.”

“I feel like I made my enjoyment quite clear.”

“I thought so, too. Until you made me stop.”

Now, only inches away from him, you come to a halt. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly feel like explaining why I moaned to our friends, you know?”

His thumb rubs across the skin of his arm as he peers down at you. “Thought that was the whole point of exhibitionism.”

You shrug, eyes falling across his features. “Yeah…or maybe I just wanted to keep you to myself.”

His brow cocks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know…like a secret.”

Instantly, he grins, exhaling a laugh at the reminder of the pact you two made when you were younger. “We are good at secrets.”

“The best,” you agree giddily before the laughter dies out, and something seems to shift within his expression.

“Then I think it’s only fair we finish the lesson,” he says quietly, leaning a bit closer as you begin to still. “After all…I still need to show my work.”

Your lashes flutter, the smell of his cologne beginning to overwhelm you. God, why does he always smell so good? “Guess…guess that’s only fair,” you agree faintly, and he seems pleased.

His head dips, nose brushing yours as he works to catch you off guard. “Then tell me what to do, Bee. And I’ll do it.”

It comes out before you can stop it. “Kiss me.”

He’s surprised by this request, going momentarily quiet but you don’t miss the way his focus falls to your lips, as if pondering.

“Kiss me,” you repeat, fingers itching to latch onto the back of his neck. “And this time…do it right.”

He seems impressed as he fights an arrogant smirk. “Right, huh?”

“Yeah.” You straighten up, bringing your mouths a tad closer, but still without contact. “Know you can. Know you know how to be gentle, don’t you?”

And almost as if in retaliation, his hands find your hips, squeezing rather harshly as he begins to back you up toward the wall.

When you collide with it, he grins. “Dunno about that.”

“Try,” you whisper, hands dancing up his chest. “Trust me, you’ll get a lot more points that way. The right kiss can do everything, and I promise…she’ll love it.”

He considers this for a moment, studying you closely before you feel his palm delicately cup your cheek.

He tilts your head back as he moves in, deliberately slow. “Everything, huh?”

You smile, nodding once. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Everything.”

He kisses you.

Soft, and careful, and sadistically tame. He kisses around your mouth, peppers kisses to your bottom lip, to your cheek, to the line of your jaw.

He keeps his tongue from you, and you almost huff because after everything, you think you at least deserve a taste.

And finally, once you’re moments away from wilting in his hands, he takes that taste for himself.

Your head spins and your mind goes blank and everything makes sense.

Because kissing him is fun, and it makes you want to laugh, and kiss him forever, and never leave this one spot.

And you’re so enchanted by this revelation that you don’t notice his hand traveling between your bodies to return to its home between your thighs.

But he slips underneath your dress without a moment's delay, fingers returning to their work of pulling your panties aside to finish what he started. And when you gasp into the kiss…he swallows the sound with ease.

“Is that right, hm?” he teases as he slides in. “That good?”

Your lashes flutter closed as he presses his forehead to yours, and you don’t offer a response because he already knows.

His precision just about kills you. In, out, in, curl, twist, pinch, pull. You can feel the drip down your thighs, can hear the sounds he’s making, can taste his desperation in each kiss he gives you.

And when you suddenly whine and squirm in his hold, he smiles. “There it is, yeah? Right there…s’what you needed, isn’t it?”

It is. It’s exactly what you’d needed, and he strokes the spot with fervor and just a touch of wonder.

It’s cruel and it’s wonderful and it feels so fucking good, and nothing else makes sense to you except him.

Just him and the way you’re about to come undone by his hand for a second time.

You nuzzle your face into his neck, lazily kissing under his ear, and he seems to sigh with contentment as he braces you both against the wall to continue.

“Come on, Bee…know it’s gotta hurt, doesn’t it?” he coos, but his voice is thick. “Know it hurts, so give it to me, yeah? Just give it to me. Let me make it better.”

And it overwhelms you, consumes you, controls you. His smell, his touch, his words. The past, the present, him. Just him. Only him. Right now. Everything.

The sound that rips from your throat feels foreign to you. It’s loud and desperate and eager, and he presses his lips to yours to be a part of it.

It goes for what feels like hours, but time doesn’t have a place here. It could have been ten seconds; it could have been ten minutes. You don’t know, you don’t care.

You just…let it.

And you don’t realize the way you’ve slumped into his embrace as he holds you up, keeps you steady.

You don’t realize he’s speaking to you, murmuring words of encouragement with just a hint of teasing.

You don’t realize he’s refusing to let go.

But once you do, you realize something else, too:

You don’t want him to let go.

"Think we might have a problem," he whispers after a moment, lips following the curve of your shoulder as he offers a few parting kisses.

Your head falls back against the wall and you take a few deep breaths. "Yeah? And what's that?"

"Well...you kind of fucked up," he begins as he moves to the other side of your neck, sucking on the vein just below your ear. "You gave me a taste, showed me what I've been missing."

You can feel yourself smile through the haze as his hands continue to grope at your waist.

"I mean, just knowing..." he continues, nosing under your jaw, "...you've been keeping so much knowledge from me...this whole time."

Your laugh is airy as you reach up to comb through his curls. "Is that right?"

He hums as he nods, the palm of his hand slowly smoothing up your stomach, pushing the hem of your dress along with it. "And now I don't know if I can go without. Feel so fucking insatiable...just thinking about what else you might be hiding from me."

With this, his fingers delicately ghost under the curve of your tit, forcing you to arch into his touch as he smirks.

"And what is it...you want to know?" you manage to reply, voice soft and nearly inaudible.

He pulls back and meets your eye.

"Everything."

Shit.

"Everything?" you murmur, subtly tugging him closer.

"Everything," he repeats. "Anything. All of it. You. Me. Us. Every fucking second, every fucking way."

You know what he's proposing. Know exactly what this means, but you don't know if a friendship would survive.

And you don't know which is more important.

"So...what do you expect me to do?" you ask breathlessly, still squirming beneath his hold.

He smiles. "I expect you...to show me."

"Show you," you repeat, as if in a trance.

"Show me," he whispers, moving back in to lick at your bottom lip. "Teach me. How to be better. How to be right. How take care of you. Wanna give you everything you need."

"Everything," you breathe.

"Everything." His other hand gently comes up to cradle the back of your neck. "Whatever you want, whatever you need. Tell me and I'll give it to you. Promise."

But what do you need?

"Are you sure?" you ask, softly pushing on his chest to garner his attention. "It's not like teaching you to play pool, Har. Exploring kinks is...delicate. Sacred. It's not a game."

"I know," he replies, sobering ever-so-slightly. "That's why it can't be anybody else. It has to be you."

It has to be you.

"Why?" you challenge.

He simply offers you a knowing look. "Why wouldn't it be?"

You chew on the inside of your cheek, looking for a reason to say no. Looking for the strength to know better.

But maybe you don't know better.

Maybe you just know him.

"Teach me," he says again, thumb stroking your jaw as those familiar eyes bleed right through to your heart. "Make me better."

Better.

Everything.

Nothing else makes sense. Nothing else feels right.

Just him.

"Okay," you agree quietly, and his entire face lights up. "For science."

"For science," he repeats, dipping down to press his lips to your cheek in thanks. "But only if you're sure. I'd never want you to agree just because of me. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

He leans back. Frowns. He's unconvinced. "I mean it, Bee. I'm not asking just because I can. I’m asking because…it feels like something we both want. But if it's not—"

You kiss him again, stealing the rest of his argument. "I know how to say no to you, Harry. Think you should know that by now."

He smiles against your mouth. "Guess so."

For the next minute or so, you don't speak. He simply takes hold of your face with both hands and paints his gratitude across your tongue.

"So...where do you wanna start?" you ask when he finally allows you a second of reprieve.

"You tell me," he reminds you, and you feel yourself smirk.

"All right," you agree before slipping your fingers through the loops on his pants.

His eyes go wide.

Then, you tug.

"Let's start...with everything."

You bet your ass there’s gonna be a part 3, because now that they’ve opened the door…there’s no closing it 😗 and Harry’s got a long list of new kinks to discover! And I’m strangely excited about it?? This is concerning?? Pray for me???

Next Part:

~ Hurt Me* (Pt. 3)

Previous Part:

~ Teach Me* (Pt. 1)

~ Full Teach Me Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months ago

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I'd like to request a ShinyHunter!Reader giving their epilogue friends Pokemon they caught during their adventure (can be traded or gifted), with handwritten notes carefully taped inside their Pokeballs kinda explaining the meaning behind them:

Carmine - Authentic Polteageist

"I came to Kitakami as a stranger but left as your friend. It's my hope that this Pokemon and your beloved Sinistcha can be good buddies just as we are now."

Kieran - Roaring Moon / Iron Valiant

"I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just as you found yourself through the darkness during the excursion in Area Zero, so too did I find this Pokemon."

Arven - Arcanine

"I wanted you and Mabosstiff to have a loyal, strong companion by your side, someone who will be by your side no matter what happens in life."

Nemona - Whatever the reader's starter was

"I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party, since you've been the first friend to support and encourage me on my adventure."

Penny - Either Espeon or Glaceon

"I know you love a certain type of Pokemon, and I hoped this one would find belonging with your team - just like you've found it with me, Team Star, and the others."

Ik we can't trade shinies but damn it if gamefreak won't let us,,,we writers WILL make it happen

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Carmine

One of the first things she learned about you during your trip to Kitakami was your obsession with shiny-hunting. You've done it all your life, with your first ever starter pokemon being a shiny, too!

You literally spend hours at a time running around different places, looking for Pokémon that either have a darker/lighter hue to their colors or looked incredibly different.

Tbh wonders if this is some Paldea craze bc no way could she see herself wasting so much time...

Despite that, your team of shiny 'mons had great stats and kicked her team down pretty good.

For a while she thought you were being the biggest show-off.

But after everything that happened with Ogerpon, the Loyal Three, BB Academy, Kieran, Terapagos, Pecharunt, etc..Carmine becomes one of your closest friends, learning to accept and support your passions for shiny hunting.

When she decides to trade you a Poltchageist, you surprise her by trading back a Shiny Polteageist with the authentic stamp, having found it by sheer luck.

Inside its pokeball, she discovers a note carefully taped within, and you assure her she can read it in front of you.

"To Carmine: I arrived to Kitakami as a stranger, but left as your friend, and I'm glad our bond has grown stronger. It's my hope that this Authentic Polteageist and your Sinistcha can become good buddies just like we have -[Y/n]"

She was so close to tearing up until she reads the word "authentic" and wonders how tf you managed to find such a specific Pokémon (especially a shiny authentic Polteageist).

"Well I had to set up a camp near Alfornada and then-" You almost start infodumping your hunting strategies, but she stops you with a hug instead.

"I promise they'll become the best of friends, and if not....then I'll...I'll make them be friends!" She huffs, while you just smile and hug her back, glad she appreciated the note.

Kieran

In Kitakami, he was always fascinated by your team of shinies, and at dinner he gawked when you brought up tales of your harrowing adventures in trying to find them.

For instance, you nearly got beaten up by some Mankeys before finding a Shiny Primeape somewhere nearby--but talked about it so casually. Like it was just another normal day for you.

You're not only strong, but very brave too..and he admires those traits.

Although when you two meet again at BB, it's just more fuel added to his jealousy of you. And he even comments about whether you wasted more time shiny hunting or training.

In the underdepths, you found a Shiny Carbink, and he tries catching it first---only for it to break out of the pokeball, and he scowls when you capture it without much trouble.

But after reconciling with each other and resolving the whole mess with Pecharunt, Kieran decides to trade you an Applin (after hyping himself up to ask you ofc).

You considered trading him one as well...

But you thought of something even better that also held special meaning:

A Shiny Paradox Pokémon you found when you returned to Area Zero to capture the alpha 'raidon.

More specifically, it was [Roaring Moon/Iron Valiant], and he was absolutely stunned when the creature pops out and greets him, unable to believe his eyes.

"W-Wowzers, you're actually gonna let me have one of.....huh?" It presents him with a note, handwritten by you.

"To Kieran: I wanted to give you something that's just as rare, powerful, and wonderful as you are. Just like how you've found yourself through the darkness back in Area Zero, I too found this Paradox Pokémon waiting for me. May it be your guiding light to future victories -[Y/N]"

He doesn't realize he's crying at your touching message until he sees several teardrops staining the paper.

How did he get so lucky to have such a caring and forgiving person like you in his life?

Arven

He knew about your shiny hunting hobby, although at times he thinks you're nuts for willing to risk life and limb for a slightly differently colored Pokémon.

You have notes about how you found a Shiny Garganacl, Copperajah, Gabite, Houndstone, and even an Iron Bundle--all down in Area Zero.

You explain that sparkling sandwich recipes make them show up more often, and he tries it out and is stunned when he finds a Shiny later on.

Ofc you take a little pride in teaching him something new.

When he visits the League Club and decides to trade Pokémon with you, it wasn't that hard to figure out what to give him.

He's stunned when it's a Shiny Arcanine with a note taped within the pokeball, addressed to him.

"To Arven: I've helped you and Mabosstiff before, and I will do so again. So here's a Pokémon who will be forever loyal to you both. No matter what curveballs life may throw at you, Arcanine will never leave your side -[Y/N] (PS: I've been calling this one Mustard, but you can give it a new name if you wish).

He laughs a little at the end of the message, as it brought a huge smile to his face.

"Not a bad name, buddy! Thank you..truly. I think Mustard and Mabosstiff will get along just fine."

Nemona

She'll thrilled you've found your calling as a shiny hunter during your Pokemon journey, but always reminded you not to forget about being her "rival for life", too.

When all is said and done, you invited her to the clubroom at the BB Academy with an idea.

Since she was the first person in Paldea to give you the encouragement to start your Pokémon journey, you wanted to give her something extra special to show your thanks.

Although first you had to pull her away from Kieran (who was startled by her demand for a battle) and distract her by proposing a trade.

Turns out she planned to do that exact same thing when she arrived....but got caught up in meeting a fellow champion and totally forgot in her excitement.

Anyways, you finally did a trade and Nemona's amazed when you give her a shiny version of your starter Pokémon (meanwhile, your fully-leveled starter ace is standing beside you, looking proud).

She's so hyped to rush outside and train it that she doesn't even see the note you left in the pokeball until the shiny gives it to her.

"Huh?? Oh! How could I have missed this??" She gasps dramatically before sitting down to read it over.

"To Nemona: You've always supported and encouraged me since the start of my Pokémon journey, and I couldn't be more grateful. So as my first friend and rival here in Paldea, I wanted you to carry a piece of me in your party. May you both grow stronger together -[Y/N]"

Her heart is just full as she reads the sweet note, before jumping up to crush you in a hug.

This really meant a lot to her--more than you ever know considering you've been her #1 source of encouragement, too.

Penny

Tackling all the Team Star bases definitely gave you an excuse to do some shiny hunting on the side, and you soon come across an Eevee.

It had a lonely/timid nature when you caught it, feeling like a misfit despite being in your party of shinies.

You weren't sure which form to evolve it into, as it didn't seem interested in any stone or in becoming your friend.

After helping Team Star and Penny redeem themselves and resolve the mess with Pecharunt, you have a small chat in her dorm room about Shiny Eeveelutions--to which she remarks her attempts to collect them, yet is having terrible luck so far.

She's well aware that Flareon, Glaceon, and Leafeon shinies look painfully similar to their counterparts (having slightly different hues) and expresses her frustration in the fact she could have seen one but didn't realize...

Later, you find Shiny Eevee digging through your bag, and you wonder why until it pulls out an ice stone.....and it finally occurs to you that it heard your conversation with Penny.

Seems like it finally made its choice.

So when you invite her to the League Club, you trade her a Shiny Glaceon, to which she just gawks like "are you fr???? I can have this one????"

Then she sees the note meticulously taped inside and reads it to herself.

"To Penny: I know how much you love a certain type of Pokémon. So I entrust you with this Glaceon, a true Shiny. I hope it finds belonging in your team, just like you've found it in me, Team Star, and all the others -[Y/n]."

She can't help the smile growing on her face, taking off her glasses to wipe at her eyes, all while Shiny Glaceon smiles and comforts her--proving that it's ready to be her new companion.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon carmine #pokemon kieran #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #shiny pokemon #headcanons

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renmorris · 7 months ago

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I know fanon is stupid and takes on a life of its own

but I really don’t understand how other Jean fans just don’t…deal with the fact that he leaves Harry to die in the bad end.* Like do people just not know about the bad end? What’s happening here? I don’t get why you’d just toss out what makes a character interesting and replace it with a generic personality from a network police procedural my grandma would watch

like Jean isn’t loyal. he’s unpleasant and cruel. this is what makes him actually interesting and is the role he fills in the story as an antagonistic bigot. he’s the kind of person who doesn’t rush to his partner's side when he’s shot but goes to the guy he was working with to get more ammunition to have him fired. he's self centered enough to prioritize his own mental illness as an excuse above the wellbeing of the civilians around him.

his victim complex is fascinating and hugely realistic to cops irl! he’s a total prick to Judit and Trant! he is frequently saying things that betray his right wing leanings, calling Trant a lefty dink, saying the liberals are going to come down on them for the piss jacket, or complaining about how 'no one' gets married in Revachol despite that being demonstrably untrue.

idk idk he’s just a very vivid and realistic person and watching that kind of guy get ground down and sanded off until there’s nothing left so he can be a likable woobie who sticks out like a sore thumb in a cast of complicated characters is depressing

*unless Those Types of fans are trying to justify it by saying Harry deserves it for (having the audacity to be disabled or completely made up reason)

#I showed up to the I love bastards convention and instead everyone is being boring and or ableist

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zvaigzdelasas · 7 months ago

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A few years ago, I noticed that a number of factories in China had started opening TikTok accounts and posting footage from their assembly lines. The videos offered a rare glimpse into global supply chains, and millions of Western TikTok users marveled at teddy bears being stuffed with polyester fiberfill, machines dipping gardening gloves into hot liquified nitrile rubber, and quality assurance testers seeing whether cheap cigarette lighters worked. (My friend and former colleague Andrew Deck wrote a great story about factory TikTok for Rest of World in 2021.)

Since then, hundreds of other Chinese factories have joined TikTok. Some of them produce industrial equipment that would never be bought by normal people, like dump trucks or bottle labeling machines. And while the older factory accounts were often created by marketing agencies, these newer ones seem to largely be the work of earnest salespeople trying to find new customers. Many of them are relying on AI translation and text-to-speech tools, making the videos unintentionally sound very funny.

One of these manufacturers is a company called Donghua Jinlong, which is headquartered in Hebei province about 200 miles from Beijing. It sells “high quality industrial grade glycine,” a type of nutritional additive that evidently sounds silly and abstract to people who never need to think about how processed food is made. Donghua Jinglong and its glycine have become a relatively big meme on TikTok, Instagram, and X over the last few days, and some of the company’s videos are getting over 100,000 views (even though its official account only has roughly 4,400 followers).

Donghua Jinlong itself, however, doesn’t seem to have any idea what’s going on. People in the comments keep begging it to make official merch, but the company doesn’t understand why anyone would want a sweatshirt or t-shirt with the name of an industrial manufacturer on it. Shitposters have also started referencing the Donghua Jinlong meme in the comments of videos from other Chinese factories.

A company called HengYuan, for example, posted a video of what can only be described as a machine for filling Tide Pods, and one of the top comments is someone asking “Could you pack food grade glycine in this?”

Clearly baffled, HengYuan responded, “No. This is used to pack detergent in PVA Film.”

The Donghua Jinlong meme is a great microcosm of what’s actually happening on TikTok when it comes to content from China. Some people might argue that Chinese manufacturers are choosing to post on the app because its parent company, ByteDance, is also from China. In other words, these factories could be held up as an example of TikTok allowing Chinese influence to grow in the US (albeit a bizarre one).

But Donghua Jinlong also has a Facebook page with even more followers, it’s just that no one is engaging with its posts there. That’s because there are likely very few people searching social media for a new glycine supplier at any given time. TikTok, however, doesn’t rely on users to actively seek out content, it serves videos to them via an algorithm. So now tons of random people are coming across glycine manufacturers and Tide Pod machines by accident, and they’re happily turning the whole thing into a joke.

I personally find these videos to be fascinating, both because It’s cool to learn how things are made, and because they provide the opportunity to watch in real time what happens when random Chinese companies come into contact with American social media users. I don’t think this is the type of Chinese influence lawmakers are imagining when they worry about TikTok, but it’s arguably much more interesting and human.

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koiiiji · 10 months ago

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windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 1)

warnings : no in general, maybe a ooc, but its my point of view, fluff

recommend : to turn on Lana Del Ray - West Coast

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dom - arranged marrige. we take into account the fact that Dom is the heir of the yakuza. His father had long dreamed of the idea of uniting the two clans to expand the business, strengthen the position, and in general he was very close with the head of another clan, you know the type of male friendship when they brag about who has the coolest car and everything like that. (for about the same reason, you and Dom have an age difference of a couple of months) In general, when you were born, your fathers did not immediately decide that this would be a planned marriage, they still wanted freedom of choice for their children, but the two old men were too fascinated when you and Dom played together in the sandbox, or you two shared toys, and overall you got along great as babies. But as the years passed, interests changed, and from about 2-3 grades you began to have a "crisis in relationships", Dom were more interested in the "boyish" things, you in turn discovered the Internet and the charms of fictional characters (real footage of all of us). Therefore, your communication has gone from about infantile sympathy to childish antipathy when boys say "eeew girls, im not interested in them" and to the complete cessation of communication over the years. Well, your fathers also almost lost hope, trying to try on two fifth graders at holiday feasts, but everything ended up making faces at each other, and Dom’s first showed middle finger and yours first obscene phrases in response to him (later you both received a cradle from your parents) but the decision had already been made, and so everyone decided to just wait.

In fact, everything happened spontaneously. As it happens, girls grow faster, and there were no exceptions with you. So since you saw each other less often, Dom did not immediately recognize you, and of course refused to admit to himself that he liked you, and he decided to shove this sympathy away. A couple more years have passed, and you again super accidentally (no) met at one of your parents' clubs. This time it was your turn not to recognize Dom. And when you realized in the morning whose house you were in, you were shocked. So it tooks you two another 1-2 years to actually accept that planned things needed to be done and the idea of marriage in the first place wasn’t that bad.

Owen - forbidden love/ rivals/ competitors. While you honestly believed that your boiling hate for each other was mutual, Owen found it quite cute and intriguing how each time you trying to compete with him and how mad you get if you lose or if he jokingly flirts with you. Of course, he found you quite an interesting opponent, but you attracted him more as a girl, although it was still difficult because of your rival teams, and as Camila once told him when she noticed how he was staring at you at another training session, where he came intentionally before the rest of the Light Cavalry participants, "This won't be good for the image of our team." Usually you see him in training center, when your team finishes training, or when you wait for Light Cavalry to finish, or on the competitions and it always ends with your threatenings to his life or his bike. Of course you didn’t mean it so serious, it was kinda like tradition - he always so nice and jokes around while you all loud and screaming at him for his flirting lines.

Usually, you two never see each other somewhere in the city or on the streets, apparently you lived in different areas and everyday affairs were too different from each other, but somehow, now, almost at 11 pm, you look at each other in surprise, standing in the park, where both of you came to practice and free your heads from burdened thoughts. Owen wanted to break the awkward silence by greeting you, but you beat him to it by sternly asking “What are you doing here?” He smiled softly and running his hand through his hair, as he replied “I came here just to clear my head before sleep, shortcake. I hadn’t any intentions to interrupt you.” And looking up at you again, he smiled so sweetly, in his usual manner. You clicked irritably and went to meet him, “Then, since you're already here, let's have a race, and the loser is looking for another park, deal?” Again, she frowned so sweetly at her eyebrows, just the very seriousness - Owen thought to himself looking down at you from his height. Like all the smartest, the idea was certainly not bad, you even thought at the moment that you were about to win, because the agreed finish was already around the corner, when suddenly Owen jumped out from behind you and did a risky trick that allowed him to get ahead. But unfortunately, either out of surprise or confusion, you lost control and collapsed almost at the finish line. Your speed was decent, and your knees, shoulders and arms had a hard time now, all bleeding. Slowly rising from the ground, you felt such resentment and at the same time anger, either at yourself or at Owen. And all such a seething feeling of resentment, because of such a small mistake, to lose at the very finish, overwhelmed you with your head, and flowed out with tears from your eyes. You sat down by your fallen bike, hugged your bleeding knees and buried your forehead in them letting yourself cry. Suddenly you felt someone stroking your head and sitting down next to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. Looking up, as you expected, you saw Owen, and shrugged your shoulders and squeal at him “Get the fuck away from me! I don’t need your pity and help!” “Hey, hey, easy shortcake, im not a monster to let girl, who is also injured, be alone in park at night.” He tried to take you by the shoulders again. “I said get away!” You clearly didn’t planned to stop crying, and Owen understood that you’ll have a tantrum in a moment, so he decided to ignore your screams and pulled you closer, already hugging you completely. Of course, you didn't appreciate this gesture, you started pounding him in the chest with your fists, shouting for him to let go, for you to try again, that this time you would definitely defeat him and in general how much you dislike him. And Owen just held you tight, and let your screams and crying be drowned out in his sweater. After a couple of minutes, you were just crying into his chest while he pulled you closer, sat you down between his legs and just gently stroked your back.

When you finally calmed down and raised your tear-stained, red eyes to him, Owen gently put his hand on your cheek and quietly asked, “Well, have you calmed down? Will you let me help you now, shortcake?” taking a confused look away from him and blushing, you said, “If anyone finds out about this, you're finished, got it?” Owen laughed loudly and pulled you closer to him, and dropping his free hand on your cheek, gently kissed you.

Harry - hate/love or sunny/grumpy. Even ignoring the fact that you’ve been in the same team, he somehow never liked you. Honestly, he didnt even know the reason. You had such a bright personality, always nice to people around and guys in team,but still defended your interests and borders when it was necessary. Harry just couldn’t stand you. In his eyes you were quite ideal, he even accepted that you were kinda powerful at cycling. But most blood boiling fact about you were that Harry knew perfectly - he had a thing for you, but he decided for himself to hide it under mask of indifference and disinterest, because come on, feelings make you weak (such a men moment)

But the other thing about you that Harry absolutely couldn’t stand - is your tears. He saw it only twice, once when it was your first year with the Light Cavalry, the team came to wish you a happy birthday right at 12 a.m., and you burst into tears from the joy and sweetness of this act of attention. And the other time was when Harry himself brought you to tears, because you chewed his brains all day. He think that sometimes you have a bad habit activated, walking around and teasing him all day, offering to compete in something, and just dripping on his brain, because you probably have a pleasure to bring him to a white heat. And when he couldn't stand it one more time, he turned sharply at you and barked - "Are you a complete idiot? I think I told you to fuck off from me, leave me alone and go fuck someone else's brains out. How many times can I tell you, I don't intend to compete with someone like you," - and Harry took care to squeeze the word "like" like poison into your mind. And fortunately for him, as he convinced himself, you stopped bothering him after that time and resorted to communicating with him only in the most necessary cases. So for the first few days he liked how you avoided him, but after a week and a half of your absence from his daily life, he began to feel sad and guilty for being harsh with you... But wasn’t it your own fault!? That's right, it was your fault. But didn't he like your attention? Wasn't he warmed by the rays of your warmth?.. Damn, all these thoughts were difficult for Harry, and he did it easier - he left training earlier, stopped by the store on the way, bought a random gift that reminded him of you, went to your house and waited for you at the entrance to the house. To say less, you were shocked when you saw him near the building were you live, but decided to act all cool and just to pass by. He didn’t let you. Harry grabbed your elbow, but you tried to pull away, he turned you around to face him and grabbed your other elbow. “Let me go, you creep!!” You could feel how tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand why he even came here, he supposed to be in other place, he supposed to hate you, he supposed… “For the fuck sake just shut up and take it.” He handed you a gift. You were confused and looked up at him with an obvious question “why?” in your pretty eyes. Harry clicked tongue, left your elbows and started to walk away. When you softly mumbled “Thank you” he turned around and quickly closing the distance, he awkwardly hugged you. For the first few seconds you freaked out, but gave up and hugged him back and mumbled "You idiot" in his hoodie. Harry chuckled at your comment and squeezed your back harder "At least im not a crybaby as someone". He got a reminder that you can kick his knees pretty hard.

Hwangyeon - school crush. You were quite popular girl from his class - moderately smart, kind, but not enough to take advantage of your kindness, beautiful and friendly person in general. The fact that Hwang tried to get your attention by his money flex, “cool” - as he thought - actions towards other people in school, where so obvious, as the fact that he liked you. But you weren’t impressed by his shitty personality and usually you treated him coldly or mocked him about he is trying to assert himself at the expense of others. Was he mad at you for that? No, of course, he melted like butter in a hot frying pan from every second of your attention, and bragging to his boys that you two had “conversation”.

Actually his friends, everyone around and mainly Sangho were tired of Hwang’s whinings at home and he told him what to do. So here he is, standing in doors of your class begging you to help him with his english class. Since he asked you nicely and promised not to mock students as long as you help him, you agreed to tutor him for some topics that he couldn’t understand. So with time you two became a little bit closer and you even been in his place and know Hwang’s siblings. (both of them thought that he is paying you to be his friend*) In the midst of one of these preparations Hwangyeon was whining about how he didn’t understand anything and probably won’t pass this exam. You hated the fact that he was giving up fast and easy, but luckily you knew how to motivate this guy. In a second, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, turned his head towards you and said “Listen, we’ve been preparing for this for so long and you gonna drop everything because of small misunderstanding? I already wanted to take you out for ice cream if you wrote this test better than the guy who sits behind me at school, but since you've already given up, well, I guess i’ll have to go with him instead.” you said slowly letting his cheeks go. Hwang took your hand, to let it stay on his cheek and rise his eyes up on you and with dead serious eyes muttered “If my score will be higher than 75%, we will go for that ice cream.” You smiled at him and said that it is deal.

Spoiler : his score was 68% his friends and you laughed at him for his bragging before exam, but you still took him to that ice cream shop and kissed his cheek for a good bye.

*bonus

its been quite long preparation session for english final exam before summer weekends, so you decided to continue at Hwang’s place. it wasn’t your first time visiting his place, maybe third or fourth, so his siblings already knew you, when you enter the house. you greeted everyone, warned them that you would be preparing for the exam and went to Hwang’s room. after few hours of studying you were tired of punching and shouting at your friend so you left the room for glass of juice and in the dim light of the kitchen you met Sangho with his laptop and glass of something probably alcoholic. you stare at each other for a second and you awkwardly announced that you came for pack of juice that two of you left in fridge. Sangho mumbled something softly and turned back to his laptop, when you were about to leave the room he raised his eyes from laptop again and asked in serious voice “did he pay you?”

you froze in place you were standing and on stiff legs, turning to him. “mhmm?”

“did my brother pay you to pretend to be his friend or whatever you two are?”

“n-no? he just asked me for help, t-that’s why im here!” he grunted something like okay and went back to his laptop. when door after you closed, Aria got out from behind the sofa and held out her hand to her brother. Sangho, in turn, pulled a banknote out of his pocket and gave it to his sister without a word.

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namicakes · 7 days ago

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Hiii Can I ask Levi Ackerman or Megumi Fushiguro who's s/o is their polar opposites?

y'know? their s/o's like extrovert and sunshines and cupcakes while he was like all grays and dullness

Of Shadows & Sunshines.

Fushiguro Megumi x F!Reader

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Note:( Fluff fic, Levi's in modern au. I kinda indulge myself in this fics because I am someone who loves the odd things in life, a very random person, and a very extrovert fella.)

Fushiguro Megumi

The first time Megumi Fushiguro met Y/N, he was baffled. She was like a burst of sunlight piercing through the gray clouds he’d grown accustomed to—bright, playful, unreserved. And he, well, he was used to shadows, to quiet places and serious thoughts. Y/N was the polar opposite of him, and yet, for reasons he couldn’t fully grasp, her presence felt… comforting.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Megumi, in his typical fashion, was brooding under a tree, book in hand. He wasn’t one to draw attention; in fact, he thrived in the art of going unnoticed. But that day, Y/N happened upon him, her arms full of a dozen shopping bags, her hair wild from the wind, and her smile brighter than the sun itself.

“Oh, hey there!” she said, plopping down beside him without a second thought. She dropped her bags unceremoniously, tilting her head with a curious grin. “What’s with the gloomy vibe? You look like you’re studying the meaning of life.”

Megumi blinked at her, unsure of how to respond. “I’m… just reading.”

She peered over his shoulder, her face lighting up with fascination. “A mystery novel? Oh, I love mysteries! The thrill, the suspense…” she paused, looking him up and down with a teasing glint in her eye. “But you don’t seem like the thrill-seeker type.”

“No,” he said plainly, slightly bewildered by her energy. She seemed to have an endless supply of it, her aura buzzing with liveliness.

For a few minutes, they sat in silence—Megumi reading his book, and Y/N rummaging through her bags. She pulled out a tiny stuffed cat with bright blue eyes and handed it to him with a grin. “Here, I found this in one of those claw machines. I thought you might like it. You know, to balance out all that seriousness.”

Megumi took the stuffed cat reluctantly, feeling the softness of the fabric against his palm. It was strange, yet… oddly charming. “Thanks,” he said, his voice a bit softer.

Y/N beamed at him, and that was how it all started. One little stuffed cat and a sunny afternoon that changed everything.

Y/N was like a whirlwind, sweeping into his life with her boundless energy and unapologetic enthusiasm for the oddest things. She adored colors—her clothes, her notebooks, her accessories, all a riot of hues that seemed to light up any space she entered. Megumi, who preferred a palette of dark blues and blacks, couldn’t understand how someone could wear so much color without feeling overwhelmed. But Y/N carried it effortlessly, as if the vibrancy matched her very soul.

One day, she convinced him to go to an art exhibit with her, an exhibit famous for its interactive, color-splashed displays. At first, Megumi felt out of place, hands in his pockets, trying to look inconspicuous amidst the vivid chaos. But Y/N was in her element, her eyes bright as she pointed out every little detail with such joy, he couldn’t help but be drawn in.

“Look at this one!” she said, tugging his hand toward a wall filled with a hundred tiny mirrors reflecting all the colors of the rainbow. She laughed, taking a photo of their reflections, the playful colors bouncing off their faces.

He found himself smiling despite himself. “You know, I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” he murmured, glancing at her. “But… it’s not terrible.”

Y/N nudged him playfully. “Well, I’ll make a rebel out of you yet, Fushiguro.”

And he couldn’t help but laugh, a soft sound he rarely allowed himself. Y/N had a way of disarming him, of peeling back the layers he’d carefully wrapped around himself, making him forget, just for a moment, that the world was anything but bright.

It wasn’t just her color or her brightness that made Megumi fall in love with her. It was the way she saw beauty in the smallest things, the way she embraced life with such vigor and joy that he couldn’t look away.

She loved taking pictures of odd things—a lone dandelion on the sidewalk, raindrops on a spiderweb, or even his frowning face whenever he realized she was snapping a candid shot of him. “You always look so serious!” she’d tease, giggling at his usual scowl.

But it was in those small moments that Megumi began to understand just how much she meant to him. He realized that he loved the way she noticed the beauty in what others overlooked. She’d sit for ages, watching a butterfly in flight or admiring a colorful storefront display, talking excitedly about things he never would have given a second thought to.

He loved the way she’d burst into laughter over silly jokes, or how she’d pull him along on spontaneous adventures—like the time she convinced him to go stargazing. They’d ended up lying in the grass, looking up at the night sky as she pointed out constellations, her voice full of wonder.

“You see that one?” she whispered, pointing. “The one that looks like a heart?”

He followed her gaze, though all he could see were scattered stars. “I think that’s just wishful thinking, Y/N.”

She laughed softly, rolling onto her side to face him. “You’re probably right. But sometimes, wishful thinking is enough.”

Megumi met her gaze, his heart beating a little faster. Maybe, he thought, wishful thinking was enough for him too.

As their relationship grew, they found a unique balance—a harmony between his steady calm and her effervescent joy. Megumi grounded her, gave her a safe space to rest, a place where she didn’t have to be endlessly cheerful or “on.” And she, in turn, brought him to life, her vibrant energy weaving color into the otherwise gray world he lived in.

She’d bring him gifts—little trinkets and silly souvenirs from her adventures. One day, she handed him a small snow globe with a tiny fox inside. “To keep you company,” she said with a grin. “Since you seem to like foxes.”

He didn’t tell her that it was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given him, nor that he kept it by his bedside, where he could see it each morning.

Their dates were simple but memorable—picnics in the park, late-night walks through the city, or quiet afternoons where she’d curl up beside him with a book of her own, her head resting on his shoulder. They didn’t need words; just being together, feeling each other’s presence, was enough.

But there were also days when he’d let her into his world—the quieter, shadowed corners he often kept hidden. When he had nightmares, she was there, stroking his hair, whispering reassurances, her gentle presence a balm for his troubled mind.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know,” she’d say, her voice soft but unwavering. “I’m here for you.”

And he knew she meant it. For the first time in his life, he had someone he could rely on, someone who loved him without conditions, without fear.

Their life together became a beautiful mix of contrasts—a blending of shadows and light, of quiet strength and boundless joy. Their apartment was a reflection of them, filled with small reminders of their adventures together. Y/N’s colorful plants filled the corners, while Megumi’s books lined the shelves, an odd yet perfect combination of their worlds.

She still teased him endlessly, sneaking little notes into his pockets, drawing funny doodles on his calendar, and taking candid photos of him whenever he wasn’t paying attention. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it—every bit of it. Her presence softened his edges, brightened the darker parts of his life, and filled his heart with a warmth he hadn’t thought he could feel.

One evening, as they lay together on the couch, Y/N’s head resting on his chest, Megumi felt a rare surge of contentment, a peace he’d only ever found in her presence. He looked down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” she asked, glancing up at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Nothing,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her a little tighter. “Just… I love you.”

Her smile grew, lighting up her entire face. “I love you too, Mr. Gloomy.”

And as they lay together, surrounded by the life they had built, Megumi knew he’d found something precious, something he would hold onto forever—a light that would guide him through any shadow, a love that was both his strength and his joy.

Levi Ackerman

In a world where cold grays and muted tones painted the backdrop of Levi Ackerman's life, she was an unexpected burst of color. Y/N was a bouquet of pastels in a sea of monochrome, a song hummed under her breath in a silent room, a gentle chaos he could never have imagined wanting to keep close. But that was the irony of it, wasn’t it? Levi Ackerman, the man who could navigate the darkest corners without a stumble, fell in love with the bright, unabashed spirit of Y/N.

Levi met her on a rainy day, a day where the world felt as if it were washed out, color leached by the storm. He was finishing a particularly long shift, rain dripping from his dark coat as he ducked into a quiet cafe, hoping for a moment’s reprieve. But as he stepped in, he was met with the sight of her—a girl leaning against the counter, umbrella in hand, with a pink raincoat and matching rubber boots, every bit as bright and out of place as he was dark and muted.

She was taking a picture of her coffee cup, her phone angled just so, a soft smile on her face as she seemed to capture something only she could see. Levi found himself oddly captivated by the sight. There was a warmth in her gaze, a gentle energy, and before he even realized it, he’d spent the next fifteen minutes watching her in silence.

When she finally looked up, her eyes locked with his, and she gave him a small, inviting smile. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Levi felt his heart skip, just once.

It was enough.

The days that followed found him gravitating toward the places she loved—quiet cafes, local markets, small parks where she would sit on a pastel pink blanket, taking pictures of the flowers. Levi, ever the silent observer, watched from the edges, trying to puzzle her out, trying to understand what it was about her that fascinated him so.

They were opposites in every sense. Levi’s life was built on efficiency, on order. His apartment was a fortress of monochrome, clean and spartan, with barely a trace of warmth. And yet, somehow, he found himself drawn to Y/N’s world, one brimming with pastel colors and playful chaos.

She collected toys—small trinkets and dolls that Levi, at first, thought were the very definition of clutter. But when he saw her arranging them with care, dusting them off one by one, he realized there was something almost reverent about the way she held them. Each toy had a story, a place in her world, and he began to see them through her eyes—not as clutter, but as pieces of her heart, each one filled with a unique charm.

It was the first time Levi had seen beauty in something so seemingly pointless.

One day, after much consideration, he found himself at her doorstep, a small teddy bear in his hand. It was simple and gray, a gentle compromise between their worlds, but when he handed it to her, her eyes lit up with a joy that left him breathless. She hugged it to her chest, then hugged him, and Levi knew he was lost.

Their relationship became a blend of contradictions—a careful balance of shadows and pastels, of Levi’s quiet intensity and Y/N’s playful energy. Her apartment, with its walls adorned in light pink and delicate fairy lights, became a sanctuary he never expected to find himself in. Every time he stepped inside, he felt a strange sense of calm, a warmth that wrapped around him like a soft blanket.

She loved taking pictures, capturing the odd moments in life that most people overlooked. Levi, who could barely stand being in a photo, found himself becoming her favorite subject. She’d catch him in quiet moments—pouring tea, gazing out the window, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of her hair. At first, he’d grumble, scowl even, but she’d only laugh, assuring him that one day he’d see the beauty she saw.

And, over time, he did.

He began to cherish the photos she took, even the silly ones. They were moments of joy captured in small frames—snapshots of a life he hadn’t known he wanted. His heart softened with each one, the edges of his world brightened by her light.

Their relationship grew like a secret garden, each moment a petal, each memory a vine that intertwined their lives. Levi loved the mornings spent in her little haven, the scent of her flowery perfume lingering in the air as she prepared coffee for them both. They would sit together, he with his stoic silence and she with her gentle chatter, filling the spaces he couldn’t.

There was no singular moment when he realized he loved her. It happened gradually, like ink seeping into fabric, coloring everything from the inside out. He fell in love with her laughter, with the way she looked at the world with such unyielding optimism. He fell in love with the way she respected his need for silence, but filled it with a warmth he never knew he’d craved.

Her kindness was like a balm, softening the edges of his heart, filling the cracks with a love he hadn’t thought he deserved. She’d bring him tiny gifts, odd trinkets that she thought he’d find amusing—a small cactus for his windowsill, a bookmark with a quote she thought he’d like, a little keychain of a cleaning bottle she’d said “looked like him.” He never thought he’d enjoy receiving such things, yet they became treasures he kept close.

Every time he felt himself falling deeper, Y/N’s world caught him. And he let himself fall.

Living with her was both chaotic and beautifully simple. Her room was a symphony of pink and white, organized yet vibrant, decorated with soft pillows and delicate trinkets, each one meticulously placed. Levi, always the neat freak, never thought he’d be comfortable surrounded by so much color, yet he found himself helping her dust her toy collection, or adjust the fairy lights she adored. He was meticulous, she was creative, and together, they created a harmony that made him feel alive.

He loved watching her take pictures, capturing the fleeting beauty of life’s smallest moments—a flower, a butterfly, his own hand reaching for her. Sometimes, she’d hand him her phone and ask him to take a picture of her with a new toy, her eyes shining with delight. He’d grumble about it, but she knew he’d do anything for her.

Their worlds merged seamlessly, like two puzzle pieces finding their perfect fit. She brought light into his life, softening the harsh edges, while he grounded her, his quiet strength a constant she could always rely on. She showed him that love didn’t have to be loud, didn’t have to shout to be real—it could be found in quiet moments, in shared silences, in the warmth of a pink-hued room filled with laughter and warmth.

One evening, as they sat together in her room, her head resting on his shoulder, Levi looked around at the pink walls, the fairy lights casting a soft glow, her toy collection carefully arranged on the shelves. And he realized that this was his home now, not the empty apartment he used to live in. Y/N was his home.

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he whispered the words he’d held inside for too long. “I love you, Y/N.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide, a smile blossoming on her lips. “I love you too, Levi. Even if you are a bit of a neat freak.”

And as she laughed, her voice filling the room, Levi felt something he hadn’t felt in years: a sense of peace, a certainty that this was where he was meant to be. In a world softened by pastels, his shadows finally felt at rest.

Levi Ackerman, the man who had spent his life in shades of gray, had found his heart painted in hues of pink. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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loveforeren · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna fuck my love into you ➳❥ Eren x Reader

Jealous Eren I had my friend pick so I could write this.

Jealous!Eren heard from people every 2 seconds about what happened at yesterday's party. "Have you heard Y/N and Jean went upstairs alone together? They fucked for sure Y/N came down in different clothes." That was all he heard the whole day. You were throwing a small get-together of a few friends today so he was going to ask you about it after everyone left. He watches as Jean sits beside you and he clenched his jaw. His fist balls up tightly as Jean puts his hand on your thigh. Jealous!Eren looks away somehow maintaining his composure as Jean touches your body. That precious body of yours that he was ready to ruin.

"So what's up with you and horse face huh?" Eren asks keeping his eyes glued to his phone.

You turn to him, and laugh slightly thinking it was a joke. He's never had questions about anything like this.

"Why? You ain't cared about this before Eren." You questioned him.

"I want to know. E'vryone and they fucking mommas are talking about how you and Jean fucked. So I wanna hear it from you." He stated blankly.

"It's none of your buisness 'Ren. You've never cared why start now?" You say getting irritated by how seemingly fascinated he was for someone who never cared out this type of shit before.

Technically you were right you guys were just friends. For now. It wasn't his business but you not answering the damn questions was pissing him off.

"Nah stop that shit. I asked a fucking question, and I want an answer." He growled straightening his position to look at you as he glared with his green eyes which seemed to pierce into your soul.

"Fine, we fucked I don't know why your ass is trippin' over my shit." You say while staring into his green eyes.

You watch as his eyebrows knit together and he starts to frown. He turns his head away from you and pretended to go to his phone to make it seem as if he wasn't as mad as he was.

"Ion want you around him no more." He stated not caring to look back at you

"What the fuck? You are my best friend, not my boyfriend. Get that through your thick-ass skull. I don't know why your trippin' over some shit like this." You say now genuinely annoyed at Eren's newfound attitude.

You watch as Eren lets out a deep breath with what started to sound like a growl and you roll your eyes. The two of you sit in silence not saying a word to each other, but then you felt bad for the way you approached things so you sigh deciding to be the bigger person.

" 'Ren." You tap him on his shoulder trying to get his attention.

"Leave me alone bro." He uttered now sulking like a child.

Was this nigga serious? Was he really sulking over this shit when he's not even your man?

"I'm not your bro, and just fucking listen." You sigh getting agitated again because of his attitude which you felt was unneeded.

You tap his shoulder again but before you could call his name again you get pulled to him. His lips crash into yours as he kissed you roughly pulling you into his lap. You were going to pull away but his heat and his touch was something to die for. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, as you slowly grind against Eren, trying to get any type of friction through your clothes. He pulls away, and you see your lip gloss and whatever makeup was on your lips now smudged on his. You feel him lean forward and start to plant kisses along your jaw down to your neck.

"..'Ren..mm you know maybe you shouldn't-.." you say but is cut off.

"But Jean can?" He questioned staring at you intensely as if waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.

You sigh and give a small nod letting him know it was okay to continue. The second you nod his hands work to pull off your shirt. He pulls it over your head and then leans back slightly to get a view of your body. His hands slide down your side gently. He pulls you back into a kiss while his hands continued to work around your body.

" 'Ren calm down" you breathe out.

This was the first time Eren had ever touched you like this. There may have been little things like him wrapping his arms around your waist jokingly. It was jokingly or at least you thought it was...Now that you think about it he was really touchy. He'd put his hand on your thigh while he drove, he'd carry you to bed when you drank too much, and more stuff a boyfriend would do. You thought it was normal since he was your best friend..but now thinking about it he always seems extra attentive to you.

Eren's lips crash back into yours as you melt under his touch. He pushes your body onto the couch you're now under him, and his hands are clumsy messing with the button on your pants.

"Eren." You say catching your breath.

"What?" He asked as he finally got your pants off pulling them off in a quick motion.

"Why are you doing then all of a sudden?" You asked you felt as if you knew but you wanted to confirm.

"I refuse to let that bastard take you from me." He murmured.

Eren went and kisses your stomach gently his hands gripping your thighs. His fingers gently massaged your clothed clit. Your moans echoed through the small apartment. Your moans went straight to Eren's cock. His mind races, never in his life has he been this hard. Never in his life has he craved..no needed someone so bad. His lips kiss your thighs leaving mark after mark as he continued to massage your clit. Your moans and whines was enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Y/N.." he groaned lightly as he sucked and kissed your thighs.

His fingers move to the hem of your underwear as his eyes stay on your face. His fingers move from the hem, and he slowly slides them off of you throwing them not caring where they landed.

"You know how I fuckin' felt when I heard you fucked Jean," he growled.

His fingers slowly spread apart your warmth open. His lips going to clasp onto your clit while his fingers penetrated you. He lets out a delighted hum when he heard you gasp for pleasure. His fingers pumped into you causing you to become a moaning mess. Your walls clenched around his fingers earning a small groan that cause you to yelp almost from the sensation.

"..' Ren slow down" you managed to slur out amidst your moans.

His tongue continued to explore your needy and wet cunt. You squirm in his touch as your voice continued to echo around the room and make his dick unbearably hard. You feel his fingers leave you and you clench around nothing feeling empty.

"Why did you stop," you questioned even though it came out as a mumble he heard you.

"I'm going to fuck you until you realize just how much I fucking love you." He growled.

"Love me?" You questioned.

He didn't answer he simply slipped his pant slowly off, doing the same to his boxers. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer as his erect cock gently rubbed against you.

"Since you can't seem to feel how much I love you, I'm gonna fuck it into you," his hands rubbed your waist.

"How l-" Before you could finish your sentence you feel Eren's cock enter you quickly.

You gasped as he pounded into you. His hands gripped your waist tightly as you moan uncontrollably. You could barely hear because of how long you were but when you were able to listen you could hear Eren. His grunts and moans between him spewing out praises and possessive words.

"You feel so fuckin' good y'know that." Or "I want you to be mines and mines only ya hear me." Was all you could hear. You could practically feel his jealously ooze off of him.

One of his hands moved from your waist and squeezed your face pulling you into a feverish and sloppy kiss. You could hear him groan as he kissed you. His thrusts were deep and fast giving you little to no time to catch your breathe between screams.

"Do you know much I fuckin' love you now? Do you?" He questioned, his pace not slowing down.

"Y-yes- Fuck- right there please" You yelled out shamelessly.

His lips trailed across your neck sucking, licking, and kissing everywhere he could.

You were too engrossed in the pleasure that you didn't realize your phone was ringing.

'Jean'

Eren looked at the phone and his face turned into a scowl as he picked up the phone with no warning.

"She's fuckin' busy." He said making sure to go deep and fast earning screams and moans.

He hung up throwing the phone back over on the couch. His thrust was starting to get sloppy, and you were about to cum.

"..'Ren too Much- slow down" you yelped out.

"I Know take Ma, bare with me for a little longer." He mumbled.

You feel him stretching you out and pounding into you. It was so much..it was too much. You feel him put your hands over your head and he thrusts one last time. You felt the knot in your stomach snap. You felt him fill you up. He was so lucky you were on Plan B. He continues to fuck you through both his and your orgasm. He leans down still in you and lays his head on your chest.

"You know I love you so much? I'm tired of this best friend shit." He mumbled

Your hand went into his hair raking through it.

"Gimme a chance" He mumbled hugging you tightly.

"..we can try..I don't want our relationship to be ruined..you know how I can be.." you whisper quietly to him.

"I can deal with all parts of you..I love everything about you." He whispered back.

"..I love you too.." you whisper quietly.

You feel Eren let out a sigh of relief and you chuckled.

Eren and you had been friends for years. Looking back you always loved him. You just took time to realize how much you loved him.

"Thank god." He whispers before sitting up.

"..what are you doing?" You questioned.

"We're not done yet. I want to fuck my girlfriend. Maybe I'll fuck a baby into you." He said with a grin.

GAWD. I took forever to finish this bc I'm lazy. I have one more Eren fic to finish and a Miguel Lil snippet and a Jean fic so gimme a little yall. I'm trying

☆ MASTERLIST ☆

#loveforeren #aot #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #eren x y/n #eren jeager x y/n #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeagar #eren yeager #eren smut #eren yeager smut #p

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sea-changed · 3 months ago

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i. Reading Looking For The Good War has, among many other things, I think really helped me to clarify and articulate what I find so disquieting about "Points" as an episode. (Which is not all of it! There are certainly plenty of scenes that I find fascinating and/or enjoyable to watch.) But:

"It is much easier to tell a sentimental war story with a happy ending, in which valor eclipses causes and reconciliation triumphs over everything--a comedy, in other words--than it is to tell another, unsentimental kind of story." (page 89)

This is what it is, exactly--"in which valor eclipses causes and reconciliation triumphs over everything" could more or less be the logline of "Points." This is most egregiously evident to me in the scene of Nazi general's surrender, but the scene where Winters tells the Nazi officer to keep his sidearm is also I think highly indicative of this drive towards reconciliation, however rotten, above all else. And Samet articulates that wonderfully, and articulates as well the cost of this type of narrative:

"Yet sentimentality does more than shape the way we commemorate wars. It informs all those cultural and sociological attitudes in the shadow of which wartime and postwar policies are crafted, and it prevents a more productive and enduring sympathy that, in cooperation with reason, might guide our actions and help us become more careful readers of war's many ambiguities and false seductions." (page 83)

ii. The layers of dislike I have for the Nazi general scene are manifold; the mirroring of Winters and the Nazi general and thereby Easy Company with the Nazi soldiers feels incredibly sinister, perhaps most aggressively so in its weird push to rehabilitate the Nazis as soldiers, and thus to both foreshadow (within the world of the show) and echo (in the world of the audience) the archetypal defense that Nazi higher-ups would put forward at Nuremberg and beyond, that they were just following orders.

iii. The mirroring of Winters and Easy Company with the Nazis is clearly intentional, and somewhat bizarrely explicit ("You've found in one another a bond that exists only in combat among brothers") and maudlin (the panning shots over the Nazi soldiers' faces and wounds), and by the end the urge to parallel the two leaders and the two armies--indeed, to collapse one into the other, in order to make them functionally the same--seems to cause a sort of scriptwriting amnesia about who these words are actually being said by and to. Once again the greater historic context makes this especially chilling, Operation Paperclip being perhaps the most salient point to evoke. (I am also haunted, forever, by a statistic that Michael C. C. Adams cites in The Best War Ever, that a September 1945 survey of American GIs found that 22% believed the Nazi treatment of Jewish people to be justified. Granted, this survey would not have been taken using modern sampling methods, and who knows what the sample size was to begin with or what soldiers in particular were being surveyed. But still.)

iv. The scene leans heavily into the idea of a unique soldierly bond that unites not only each individual army within itself but bonds the two armies together. ("You've found in one another a bond that exists only in combat, among brothers who've shared foxholes, held each other in dire moments, who've seen death and suffered together.") Besides being disquieting for reasons I state above, I think it's notable that the Nazi general's speech emphasizing the brotherhood of soldiers happens directly after the short scene between Winters and Sobel, wherein Winters chides Sobel on a point of military ritual ("We salute the rank, not the man"). Sobel is outside the brotherhood; he doesn't understand how to be a soldier; whereas the Nazis are within the brotherhood, so much so that they are allowed to articulate its terms. (This is egregious no matter what, but becomes all the more so when it is framed as a Jewish man being excluded from the "club" of military brotherhood while WASP Americans and literal Nazis are allowed in.) (Meanwhile, Liebgott occupies a sort of bizarre placement in this scene, there to ventriloquize--indeed, perhaps neutralize, or even legitimize--the Nazi general's words, but not speak for himself.)

v. This gets to another point that Samet makes that stuck out to me, about the inherent tautology of military culture. She quotes William Styron, who in a 1964 review of General Douglas MacArthur's memoir said:

"Anyone who has lived as a stranger for any length of time among professional military men, especially officers, is made gradually aware of something that runs counter to everything one has been taught to believe—and that is that most of these men, far from corresponding to the liberal cliché of the super-patriot, are in fact totally lacking in patriotism. They are not unpatriotic, they simply do not understand or care what patriotism is. [...] A true military man is a mercenary [...] and it is within the world of soldiering that he finds his only home." (Samet quotes Styron on page 233; I'm quoting here from the full review)

The point of being a soldier is to be a soldier; the point of the military is to have a military. She also has this to say--especially saliently, I think, for obvious reasons--about Ambrose, and his perspective specifically in Citizen Soldiers:

"By means of emphasis and convenient omission, Ambrose preserves his focus on unity, not division; right, not wrong; liberation, not subjugation. Paradoxically, given that he makes so much of American idealism, he often subordinates a consideration of causes altogether to a veneration for the magnificence of the army itself. The creation of that army, rather than the victory it made possible, becomes 'the great achievement of the American people and system,' just as the nation's 'greatest nineteenth-century achievement' had been, according to Ambrose, 'the creation of the Army of the Potomac' rather than the end it eventually secured--the abolition of chattel slavery." (page 46)

Here we are back to the first Samet quote from above: valor eclipses causes and reconciliation triumphs over everything. To be a military man--to be part of the club, the brotherhood, the "bond that exists only in combat"--is to "subordinate a consideration of causes altogether to a veneration for the magnificence of the army itself." The country and the cause that the Nazi general and his soldiers fought "bravely, proudly" for become sublimated, while that bravery and pride, stripped of more specific meaning, is extolled. What matters, by the time this scene happens--and it's the last scene in the core section of the episode, followed only by the close of the frame structure with Winters and Nixon and then the baseball scene-cum-epilogue--is not the American cause that Easy Company was fighting for, and certainly not the Nazi atrocities they were fighting against, but rather a reconciliation that views the experience of war as preeminently important. Sobel, who did not experience combat, is dismissed; the Nazi general, who did, is legitimated.

vi. And that, I think, is the core of the message that Band of Brothers promotes. Fandom often refers to the show in passing as propaganda, but I'm not sure that really gets to the heart of what it is, in the end, saying. I would suggest that it's not merely propaganda; it's a recruitment poster. It's not selling truth, justice, and the American way (or if it is, it's doing so only incidentally); it's selling the experience of being in the military as a transformative and ultimately positive one, that unites (a certain subset of) men through the unique crucible of battle, beyond any concerns about what, exactly, one is fighting for. So long as you know when and how to salute, you too can be a part of the brotherhood.

vii. All of which gets back to the scene earlier in "Points," when the Nazi colonel surrenders to Winters. The colonel first makes the explicit parallel between the Nazis and the Americans, and between himself and Winters in particular: "I wonder what will happen to us, to people like you and me, when there are finally no more wars to occupy us." He serves to explicate here more or less exactly what I was saying above: he sees himself and Winters united as military men, above and beyond their particular countries and causes.

Winters doesn't look thrilled about the comparison--but then almost immediately tells the Nazi colonel to retain his surrendered sidearm. I suppose this is supposed to read as magnanimous and fair-minded on Winters's part, but it also serves to reinforce the Nazi colonel's own words, validating the colonel's prioritization of their shared military positions above and beyond their allegiance to the countries and ideologies they were (at least nominally!) fighting for. As the scene itself shows, giving up a sidearm is an expected part of the surrender process, both practically and symbolically; by refusing it Winters is stepping outside military precedent--indeed, bending over backwards--to help the Nazi colonel retain dignity as well as firepower. On its own it is, I think, a frustrating and uncomfortable scene; in the broader context of the episode it sets up and reinforces the Nazi general's speech later on and the ways that Winters and the show itself find meaning in paralleling and reconciling the Americans and the Nazis with one other. (The Nazi colonel knows how to salute; and when he does so, Winters salutes him back.)

viii. Of course it's historically true that American soldiers tended to identify with German soldiers and civilians much more than they identified with people from Allied countries, as Samet herself and even the veteran interviews at the beginning of "Why We Fight" document. (And I don't believe that paralleling the Americans and the Nazis is necessarily something to be dismissed out of hand.) But because the end of "Points" is so overtly sentimental, paralleling the Americans and Nazis serves not as an indictment of American soldiers' amorality but rather as a rehabilitation of the Nazi soldiers and officers as soldiers and a paean to military culture divorced from meaning or cause. As Samet says--"valor eclipses causes and reconciliation triumphs over everything." The military, as an institution, whether it be American or Nazi, becomes the greater good of the war; while the causes those militaries were fighting for become not only secondary, but recede entirely.

#this is less 'notes for an essay i'm never going to write' and more 'working through my own feelings (with citations)'#band of brothers #wwii #according to the tumblr draft datestamp i started writing this almost three weeks ago #and it feels like there has been an uptick in discussion of ''points'' since then which this was written largely separately from #so if i seem to be over-explaining some of my points that is probably why #(that said if i am under-explaining any of my points i would be happy to get into it more as well)

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forthevillains · 9 months ago

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A lovely distraction

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader (18+)

Imagine cockwarming Wesker. He's doing his paperwork, as usual, filling up the tiring reports that barely have any of his attention while he has you in his lap, naked, trembling and stuffed with his cock that has already stretched you enough so that you adjusted to its size.

Your eyes were slowly closing as the comfort and warmth of your partner made you feel safe enough to do so. You cuddled closer to him, holding the fabric of his shirt in between your soft fingers as his arms kept you steady in place.

Once Wesker noticed that you're drifting off to sleep, a small smile crept on his face. He put the papers down, gently moving his hands to hold onto your hips, keeping you still as he thrusted up into you, his tip brushing deliciously against that sweet spot inside of you. A new form of torture that he was willing to explore more and more. Your eyes flung open, a moan escaping your mouth, those tiny hands of yours gripping onto him at the unexpected friction. Yet, as quickly as he did so, he went back to work, leaving you confused, trembling and aroused. Terribly aroused. That wetness of yours stained his pants. Wesker kept them on, perhaps to make you feel more flustered due to you being exposed while he was completely dressed. Except for his throbbing cock that remained inside of you anyway.

You tried to fall asleep again, to go back to what your original plan was, but you couldn't now that the man has decided to torture you like this. The feeling of his warm erection inside of you, each movement as you desperately tried to adjust again making you needier and needier... You wanted him to move, so badly and deep inside, you knew he wanted just the same, though he enjoyed teasing you too much. The self control he had has surpassed any other man you've ever been with, it almost made you self conscious... That he doesn't want you the same way you want him. That he can resist for such a long time.

However, that was nowhere near the truth. Wesker was completely obsessed, with both your body and mind. He found you fascinating, the way you made him feel was something he never wanted to experience and yet, when he did - he can't get enough. No matter what you do, no matter where you are, he's never far. He wouldn't want anything to happen to his precious little thing. He's so terribly obsessed with you that he can barely go a minute without thinking of how your moans fill in every place he takes you in, those sweet sounds repeating in his head on their own, only adding to the fuel. He craved more.

You were growing impatient with each passing second. Any type of adjustment on his lap was useless now. You've decided to take matters into your own hands. That was the only option for you as you knew begging him would do you no good. Sloppily, you tried to get up on your feet, at least a bit, just to feel him slide out of you and as you let yourself down, he was buried even deeper than before, making you whine loudly.

His breath hitched when you did that, the hand in which he held the papers trembled from the sensation you put upon him and he immediately striked, holding you in place.

"What did I tell you?" His voice is low, eyes darkened as he looks at you and you blush, turning away. However he forces you to look at him, gripping your throat, slender fingers finding their place below your jaw as he turns you back to him. "Pathetic little thing, can't even wait." Wesker mutters.

You open your mouth to talk back, though before you can do so, he thrusts up into you, again, making your eyes roll back and mouth fall agape. Though this time, he doesn't stop. His patience has been snapped at this point. Each of his movements is harsh. He's pounding you hard, one hand squeezing your throat tighter and the other one holding you in place by the hip, gripping you so tightly you almost felt your skin breaking...

You couldn't keep your eyes open, tears welled up in them quickly as he abused your tight little hole, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You wanted to scream, so badly, but all you were able to let out were choked moans and whimpers and Wesker loved every single one of them. They were all for him, you were his. Completely his and no one else could ever make you feel like he does.

"Is this what you wanted, pet?" He asks, his breath ragged as he continues to slam into you. You only nod frantically. It was impossible to let out as much as a word. Only sounds that left you were moans and whimpers each time he pushed in and out of you, making you feel so full and blessed.

He was making you a breathless mess. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't think at all. The overwhelming pleasure caught you by surprise and you couldn't decide if it felt good or if it was too much for you to handle... You buried your face in the crook of his neck, biting his skin lightly to suppress your moans, but as soon as you heard him groan from how good you felt around him, you couldn't help but let out a moan regardless.

You couldn't contain yourself, moaning and whimpering into his skin while he kept pounding into you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your body trembled every time he brushed against your walls, you almost felt as if he went deeper and deeper with each following thrust into your dripping cunt, as if he was breaking through you, but you could do nothing but cling to him.

"That’s it, my sweet little thing, you’re taking me so well.” Wesker sounded so gentle, talking to you like this, even though he was only making you fall deeper and deeper into the infinite abyss. He’d have to die to ever let you go, to let such a precious gem go to waste. He was going to fuck you so good no other man’s cock would ever do the same. So that your pussy would fit him and only him, so that you’d remember him, you’d scream his name so much he’d be the only one you could ever think of. He’d do anything to make you realize that he was the best and only one for you.

You cried out as you came, your walls tightening around him, squeezing him so good… You swore you could see stars at that moment, your hole becoming overwhelmed by just one orgasm he gave you. One of many that were about to come. He let go at the same time, releasing inside of you, making you whimper, feeling his hot cum filling you. No matter how many times he did it, it always felt like the first time, you just couldn’t handle it, he made your body go limp, brain empty, your legs shaky, all while you tried to desperately onto him as if he wasn’t the one to get you into this state.

Wesker didn’t let go of you, he wrapped one arm around you to keep you in place, letting you rest against him again as he got back to work. For now he was satisfied, for how long, that stays the question…

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #oneshot #resident evil #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #smut #wesker x you #re smut

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howlsofbloodhounds · 1 month ago

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hey I was wondering, do you have any thoughts or headcannons about Crescent? (Killer and Nightmare most popular fanchild) I always thought that his existence would be very interesting for the interaction between the two but the fandom kind of completely ignores them when it comes to Crescent, which is really annoying because this has so much potential to traumatize both of them (especially Killer)

Oh man, it’s been awhile since i thought about anything related to shipkids or Crescent. Now I did talk about how I think Stage 2 Killer, the Killer Crescent is most likely to be familiar with, would think of, react to, feel about, and behave around children in general right here.

All is to say, i don’t think Killer would ever want children of his own. Any kids he may potentially have would be on accident or something he was not willingly doing or had a hand in.

I do still think Stage 2’s ways of thinking about people in general—not full “people,” unreal, objects of fascination and study, NPCs running on scripts and predicable, tools or resources, targets, threats, etc—would extend to his own kids.

If it was something he didn’t willingly partake in, he’d avoid confronting his lack of agency or desire for such a thing—and he wouldn’t think of any kids as his. He’d think, “they’re not mine. Just another way this body was used.” Or “the results of someone else’s choices” or in some cases, “a means to an end.”

At most, if the child was an accident and unplanned, he may begin to see the kid(s) as “his.” But not in the way a parent typically thinks about their child; just as a fact. They’re “biologically” or magically, I guess, his. They may even be his in the same way that, say, the phone I’m typing on to respond to this ask is mine.

I wouldn’t want anyone touching it without permission or going through it or breaking it or stealing it from me. I have a password to keep it safe. I have a case on it so its screen doesn’t break when I drop it. It’s a cute case. I make sure to charge it when it needs to be charged, manage its storage, try to avoid giving it any bugs or viruses and try to fix it if it does get any. I make sure not to overcharge and overheat it.

Sometimes I play around in its settings and try to figure out how it works, what it can and can’t do, what I can and can’t change about it. There’s ideas and worries and thoughts floating around that my phone could be used against me, leak my personal information, explode and hurt me, etc.

When it doesn’t work as intended or in a timely manner or does anything that happens to regular phones and are just natural or inconvenient, I get annoyed with it and think about throwing it at wall. I don’t do it—but killer would have a much harder time with a kid in this analogy then I would.

I am not conditioned to respond with violence to certain triggers—it just mildly annoyed me. And he may just have to forcibly remove himself from the situation/kid, if only because he doesn’t want this kid “controlling” him.

If I lost or broke my phone id be annoyed and frustrated, upset about all my data and photos and videos and memories being lost—but would ultimately move on with my life. I would more so be upset that I wasted the money of the person who bought and gifted the phone.

Of course things with Killer and any kids of his in this phone analogy don’t fit perfectly. For one thing he wouldn’t even bother getting a “phone” in this case, and if he ever accidentally ended up with one and he wasn’t able to “share” it with someone (raise the kid alongside the parent as support or have any form of support), he’d find someone else to take it.

If he couldn’t find anyone else to take it, and the phone was capable of being taught to care and look after itself, he might do that if he’s in the environment to do so (aka not with Nightmare), then leave once he’s sure it can. Probably wouldn’t think much of the phone again.

Now back to Crescent specifically. I forgot what his story was so I had to look up a wiki, which may not be reliable, but something in particular stood out to me and kinda made me laugh.

“Killer doesn't care about Crescent. When Nightmare said that they now have a child together, Killer commented on this news with an emotionless "Wow".”

Very silly of him to do. But makes sense, since it’s to my understanding that this kid was not made out of any love between Killer and Nightmare—Crescent was made purely for Nightmare’s plans.

It’s mentioned that Nightmare is the mother, and maybe possibly given birth (?) to him, so at least Killer didn’t have to experience the body horror of unwanted pregnancy. But the way it’s said makes me think he still definitely wasn’t given any choice in this matter.

I remember hearing around that Nightmare actually raised Crescent in his early years due to wanting to raise him “right.” I personally don’t see Nightmare doing any of the child rearing honestly, i think it’d actually be left to Killer.

And I already talked about how I think Killer would fare with having been ordered to care for a child in the linked post, but there’s the added bonus of Crescent being Killer and Nightmare’s kid, Killer’s unwanted kid, the fact that he was likely ordered by the Boss to train and basically indoctrinate Crescent into whatever plans Nightmare has for the kid.

It was mentioned that Crescent is resentful and resistant towards Nightmare and his plans, hiding the full extent of his powers simply to spite Nightmare. And while I do think Killer may be all for spiting Nightmare, there’s the fact that Crescent himself isn’t likely to face the consequences for his disobedience; Killer is.

Hell, in the darkest timeline, Killer may even be the one ordered to dish out any punishment on Crescent himself; encouraged to give in to his conditioning while also having to restrain himself from killing the kid.

But it’s more likely that Killer would face punishment from Nightmare for any disobedience Crescent displays. Which in turn builds Killer’s both resentment and feelings of being powerless, but also leads to deep repression which increases his apathy and indifference.

All in all, i think Killer would both fear and hate that kid deep down. Very deep. But enough that whenever he’s in Stage 1, he’ll stay far away from Crescent; and warn the kid to do the same. He may even arm Crescent with a way to protect himself from Killer, similar to the way he tells Color he has to kill him if he ever goes Stage 3.

Crescent would likely be raised with the knowledge that his father—the one whose been taking care of and raising him all these years, but may have also been the one to have greatly wounded and betrayed him (regardless of choice or not)— is a danger to him, and one day, he may have to kill him—or he’d die instead.

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pretty-sparkle-bomb · 3 months ago

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Welcome everyone! I'm excited to announce my very first writing collab, featuring everyone's favourite ash-blond, Bakugo!

This masterlist was a simple idea that I pitched to my Tumblr community, @@groundzerogroupies and some of them decided to go along with me.

To join, just send me an ask with the type of Bakugo character you'd like to write for! For example, you could choose a fan favourite like Prince! Bakugo or maybe Bestfriend! Bakugo. I'm on hiatus as of the moment but my asks are going to be open for this event only~

Please include a title and summary for your piece so I can add it to the masterlist. It's okay if you don't have a title yet, we'll put "untitled" until you figure one out <3

Rules:

Writing pieces must only be for Katsuki Bakugo aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite!

You don't have to follow me or be mutuals to join.

You gotta be over 13 to join. Nothing less.

No word limit, but please have your piece be at least 500 words minimum.

Keep it SFW! A little suggestiveness is fine but nothing explicit, please.

Submissions can be posted anytime <3

Tag your submission with the tag #dynamite-gzg.

Don't forget to tag me too :) @pretty-sparkle-bomb

X reader only

Please update me with changes or if you don't want to participate in the collab any longer!

Event masterlist:

Bestfriend!Bakugo by @pretty-sparkle-bomb

Title: Undecided When your best friend in the whole damn world finally musters the guts to confess to you, things go sideways. He's got everything planned, every specific detail of it and just as he's about to lay it all out, a transfer student from America shows up and throws a wrench in everything. This guy can't speak a lick of Japanese, but somehow he's got your full attention. "He's just my type, Kats!" you gush, eyes sparkling. Katsuki groans and rolls his eyes. He doesn't get it. The guy is basic, plain and simple. Violet eyes, raven hair—big deal. And his quirk? Air manipulation. Seriously? Could it be any more cliché? Yet there you are, giggling and blushing every time he's around. What the hell do you see in this guy? How can you be so fascinated by someone who can't even hold a proper conversation with you? He's not about to let this slide. He set a goal for himself right then and there: Bakugo Katsuki is going to confess his feelings before the school year is up, no matter what.

2. College!Bakugou by @milastufff

Title: Better than me? With all the hardwork and difficulties he had to endure while pursuing his dream, one would think Katsuki Bakugou would be more tolerant towards people with the same qualities, but truth be told, he's just the same arrogant guy with a God complex. But, what would happen if he meets a girl with the same mindset? A bloodbath for sure. And God forbid that girl is just as dangerous as he seems to be. Because no one is better than him...right?

3. CEO!Bakugou by @queenpiranhadon

Linked Here

Title: Americano You work at a local family-owned cafe, as you’ve always been very close with the family that owns it. The cafe happens to be directly next to one of the biggest food brand companies in the world, Dynamight, which is known for its spicy snacks and foods. Their CEO, Bakugou Katsuki, has always stopped by for his morning coffee, accompanied by a lovely woman you assumed was his girlfriend. However, one day, Bakugou comes alone, sitting at his normal booth with a hollow look in his eyes. He’s told himself he’s given up on love - but he can’t get himself when he finally notices the pretty barista who places his favourite coffee order on the table with a gentle smile.

4. Fantasy Prince!Bakugo by @kovu-bunnbunn

Tiitle: Time (Subjected to change) Time was moving faster. Or that's what it seemed for Katsuki Bakugo. He had to choose a spouse by the next gold moon, but that was in only a couple weeks! But after stumbling upon [____], a royal fae who was banished until they could find a suitor, all hope was no longer lost. There was just one little problem... how could he get [____] to fall for him in a couple weeks?

#mha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #female yn #bnha #katsuki bakugo #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #dynamight #bakugo katsuki #kacchan #bakugo katuski #dynamite-gzg

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askticcitobyshit · 4 months ago

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((made a relationship chart since i see these going around lately! also sorry i haven't drawn jane and masky lately LMAO

details under the cut! i promise its actually comprehensive under there lol))

Toby's relationships

Jack: Best friend, ex-boyfriend, and current crush. They're extremely close and had even dated for a while, but Toby couldn't handle a relationship so they broke up and stayed friends. He still has very strong feelings for him. They're rarely seen apart.

Jeff: Close-ish friends. They hang out often, but they do get sick of each other pretty quickly. They roughhouse a lot. They also fight a lot and break things, but that's just boys bein' boys, right?

Nina: Close friends. They don't hang out as often, but no matter how much time has past, it's like no time has past at all. Toby kinda just goes along with whatever Nina wants to do (mostly smoking, yapping, and skincare), and sometimes they'll do missions together. He's one of the girls who get it

Clockwork: Exes, and awkward friends. Their romantic relationship was a bit of a mess and pretty toxic, but they still care for each other a lot. They're still pretty close, but their interactions are pretty awkward. There's no lingering romantic feelings. (maybe lustful feelings, but that's about it)

BEN: Pretty good friends! They're both little shitsters, and they love pranking each other and their other friends.

X-Virus: Friends, but a strained friendship. They work together a lot on proxy missions, hang out sometimes, and can be pretty close... but Cody is really clingy, lowkey stalks Toby, and copies him, which pisses him off a lot.

Kate: Good friends. They work together on proxy missions, but not a lot since Kate likes doing it solo most days. Other than that, they'll hang out weekly and just chill and maybe drink.

Chev: Best friend and crush. Their friendship started off as stalker/stalkee, turned best friends. He still lowkey stalks her, but she doesn't seem to care? He had always had a crush on her, but he won't pursue a relationship for the same reason he won't pursue Jack. He just can't handle it. Plus, he likes their relationship the way it is and doesn't want to mess that up.

Hoodie: Good friends. They shoot the shit a lot, work together, and love messing with each other. Very brotherly, but the type to (playfully) beat each other up on-sight lol

Masky: Dislikes him. He hates how much of a hard-ass Masky is, and Toby's always in competition with him, and feels like that he's the favorite proxy, which pisses Toby off badly.

Jack's relationships

Toby: Best friends, ex-boyfriend, and current crush. Extremely close friends, and dated in the past. He still has feelings for Toby, but is content with their current relationship. He secretly hopes Toby will come to him for another shot at a romantic relationship, but understands that that may not happen. But if it does, he'll be there. He cares deeply for him, even if their relationship stays purely platonic.

Jeff: Friends(?), but dislikes him. It's a bit complicated. Jack considers Jeff a friend, but he can't stand his ass sometimes. (or the way he smells.) It's not exactly a frienemies situation, but it sure is something.

Nina: Friends. He thinks she's sweet and very helpful, and will hang out with her and Toby for "girls night" (movie/skincare night). He thinks she's pretty gullible, and worries about her fascination with Jeff, so he'll offer advice sometimes.

BEN: Acquaintances. Doesn't really know much about BEN other than he's friends with Toby and likes to prank people in the mansion. Has no strong opinion one way or the other.

Kate: Acquaintances. Doesn't know much about her other than she's a proxy (and a feral/ruthless one at that), and that she comes to him almost as frequently as Toby does for injuries. He thinks she's unhinged, but likes her well enough.

Jane: Friends. They don't hang out much, but he enjoys talking to her in group settings or when they run into each other.

Chev: Best friend and crush. Recently became best friends, and they are extremely close to each other already. He developed feelings for her around the same time they became best friends, but won't pursue a romantic relationship because he feels like it would ruin their bff trio for multiple reasons. He's content with their relationship the way it is, but hopes for more. (with her and Toby)

X-Virus: Dislikes. They work together as the primary "doctors" for the creeps in the mansion, and they constantly butt heads. He feels Cody isn't as qualified as he is, and thinks he's always getting in the way. He also doesn't like the way Cody treats Toby and Chev, so he's already on his shit list lol

Hoodie: Dislike/hate. He can't decide whether he dislikes or straight up hates Hoodie. They're always butting heads, and he despises the way Hoodie is always trying to one-up him, or contradict him. He's pretty sure he does it on purpose, but he tries no to outwardly show how much it bothers him. Though, he really knows how to get under Jack's skin... and that bothers him a lot.

Jeff's relationships

Toby: Friends. They fight/roughhouse a lot, always trying to "show dominance". It's kinda like a toxic brotherly relationship (lol)

Jack: Friends, but also hates him. He'll be completely fine with him one minute, then hates his guts the next if Jack says/does something to set him off. He doesn't know what it is about Jack, but he just really hates him sometimes. Maybe it's his jealousy? They have a few of the same friends, and he really doesn't like that for some reason.

Nina: Toxic af best friends. Jeff likes the attention that Nina gives him, putting him on a pedestal and doing anything he wants, but at the same time he doesn't really like her much. He just keeps her around for his own ego.

Clockwork: Dislikes. He would hate her if he didn't admire her brash and sadistic personality. He doesn't get along with her at all, but would give friendship a chance, but only if she approached him first. Which is never gonna happen. She may also have some dirt on him, which drives him nuts.

X-Virus: Frienemies. Mostly enemies, but act like close friends sometimes. It's a very odd relationship, but they'll be in competition with each other over everything, and even fight, but then sometimes hang out like nothing even happened??

BEN: Besties. Ride or die. They do everything together, fuck with people together, and get high/drunk together. They are extremely close. Jeff has a crush on him, but won't admit it to himself. He swears up and down that he's straight, but everyone sees right though him... except BEN.

Jane: HATE. This one is obvious. He wants her dead. It's ON SIGHT.

Kate: Dislikes, but complicated. He doesn't like her very much, but it's for literally no reason. He doesn't like most proxies (save for Toby), so maybe he just clumps her with them? He does like her brutality and bluntness tho.

Chev: Frienemies and crush. He loves messing with her, getting a rise out of her and making her lash out. But he also loves to just hang out and chill with her. They constantly insult/rib each other (playfully and seriously), casually tell each other to kys, and argue, and then the next minute they'll be chillin' and doing edibles and talking shit. He has a crush on her, but can't tell if it's purely lustful or if there's romantic feelings there. Either way, he'll "fake" flirt with her, but won't make a real move. He knows there's something going on between her, Toby, and Jack, and doesn't want to get tangled in that mess... yet.

Hoodie: Hates. He hates hoodie's smugness and how easily he can get under his skin so slyly. He's always on the verge of beating his ass. He's stabbed him once as a warning in the past.

Masky: Hates. Jeff hates Masky's know-it-all personality (in reality Masky is just genuinely smarter than he is lol), and how much of a hard-ass he is. He avoids him as much as possible.

Nina's relationships

Toby: Friend and crush. She considers him a close friend, and likes to hang out with him as much as possible, even though they don't get to hang out often. She loves setting up "girls night" with him, Jack, and maybe one of the other girls for a night of movies and skincare! She has a small crush on him because he's "rough around the edges", has similar music tastes as her, and he's nice to her. She won't pursue a romantic relationship because she knows that Jeff wouldn't like that at all, so she keeps her feelings to herself.

Jack: Friend and crush. She wants to be closer to him, but Jack doesn't seem to get the hint. She invites him to "girls night", but gets frustrated that he won't hang out with her unless she invites him first. She has a big crush on Jack because she thinks of him as a sweet "gentle giant", but also tries to avoid pursuing him due to Jeff's dislike of him.

Jeff: Toxic best friends and MASSIVE crush. She is willing to do everything for this man, even if it hurts her and is unhealthy af. She tries to hang out with him as much of possible, but keeps getting pushed away unless he wants something from her. She pursued him romantically for about a year before he snapped at her really bad one day, and ever since then, she settled for just being his bestie. She still loves him, but she realizes that a romantic relationship was just not possible in the slightest... but she still holds out hope.

Clockwork: Frienemies. They have a very hot and cold friendship. One day they'll act like the closest friends, and the next day they'll have beef with each other. Nothing really causes this, just tiny things the other one does just set them off. They both have big personalities, so maybe that has something to do with it. She also might have a small crush on her, but the feeling comes and goes and it confuses her. (poor baby is just a lover girl)

Bloody Painter: Acquaintance. She doesn't really know much about him, and has only formally met him once. She sees him around the mansion often, but they don't ever talk.

BEN: Good friends. They're both chronically online, and are in a lot of the same fandom spaces, so they geek out together often. They have a pretty good friendship, and it really helps that they share Jeff as their best friend.

Kate: Close friend and crush. They're pretty close despite being pretty different from each other. Nina is always inviting her out to things, offering to help on proxy missions, and even tries tending to her wounds if they aren't too serious. She also has a small crush on Kate, admiring her bluntness and brutality, but also her patience.

Jane: Hate/dislike. She mostly hates Jane because Jeff does, but she has witnessed the aftermath of one of their fights, and made her dislike her even more. Nina is also slightly jealous of Jane's maturity and grace.

Chev: Friends. Nina and Chev get along pretty well, and are beginning to get closer. They shop together, do skincare together, go to shows/concerts, and talk about fandom stuff A LOT. She also lowkey uses Chev to get closer to (and get more info about) Jack, Toby, and Jeff.

Nat's relationships

Toby: Awkward friends, and ex-boyfriend. Used to be in a toxic relationship (on both ends), but stayed friends with him. She thinks they're still pretty close despite not hanging out as much, and their interactions being awkward. She still cares a lot for him.

Nina: Frienemies, but mostly friends. She feels pretty hot and cold with Nina. One minute they'll be completely fine and hanging out like normal, and the next one of them says or does something to set the other off. But even though they fight, she still cares about her a lot.

Jeff: Dislike. I mean... who ACTUALLY likes Jeff? Nat clashes with him a lot. Their personalities are similar in a lot of ways, and that makes them butt heads pretty often. She also just hates how he treats his friends, especially Nina.

Bloody Painter: Complicated friendship. They hang out sometimes, drawing/painting together, or hang out in group settings. They mostly bond over art, but have an oddly strained friendship, mostly due to Cody being weird over her and Helen's friendship.

Kate: Close friend and crush. Nat considers her a pretty close friend, hanging out often, and even sometimes working together. She has a pretty substantial crush on her, and it only got stronger when she saw how feral Kate got during missions.

Jane: Friend, crush, and lover. Nat loves admires Jane and her strength, grace, and bluntness. They have a friends with benefits thing going on, but Nat really wants a relationship with her. She won't pursue her because she knows that she still can't handle a real romantic relationship.

Chev: Complicated friendship. She doesn't really have much of a problem with Chev, but she doesn't like how much of a pushover she can be for friends, especially since she seems like a normally very blunt and stubborn person. But besides that, she likes her well enough. Though Nat finds it kind of weird how close Chev is to her ex-boyfriend.

Hoodie: Dislikes. He gets on her damn nerves. He's always antagonizing her, and it's gotten worse recently. She thinks he's just bored and likes that she's easy to rile up. She's clocked him in the jaw once.

Masky: Dislikes. Just doesn't like his personality. (she's a just a hater in general lol)

Helen's relationships

Toby: Acquaintance. Really only knows him because of Cody. Met him a few times, no strong opinions one way or the other.

Nina: Acquaintance. Met formally only once, and they are around each other in group settings, but other than that he doesn't really know her. He thinks she's nice, and probably the most normal person in the mansion.

Jeff: Dislikes. He avoids Jeff as much as possible, but it can be difficult because they both live in the mansion on the same floor, just a few doors from each other. He thinks Jeff is too crude and full of himself. Funny thing is, Jeff barely acknowledges Helen's existence. Probably doesn't even know Helen doesn't like him lmao

Clockwork: Complicated friendship. They bond over art, and hang out in group settings, but their friendship seems to be a bit strained. Cody seems to not like her, so Helen tries not to get too close.

BEN: Hates. BEN is always in his business, messing with him all the time, and he just hates his personality in general. In reality, Helen isn't being targeted, BEN is like that with everyone lol

X-Virus: Best friend and crush. Cody and Helen are very close with each other, hanging out all the time, and he sometimes even helps Cody in the infirmary when Jack isn't there. They also have an obvious crush on each other, but they are both too stubborn and repressed to admit it to each other or themselves.

Kate: Acquaintance. Neutral opinion. She doesn't mess with him, so he doesn't really mind her. Met her while Cody was tending to her wounds.

Jane: Friends. Not super close, but it's always a pleasure hanging out with her. They normally just drink tea and talk shit.

Chev: Friends. Likes her well enough, but won't get too close because Cody is a little weird about her. They normally hang out in group settings, or Chev will come to him for advice/opinions on her art.

BEN's relationships

Toby: Pretty good friends! They like to get into trouble together constantly, pulling pranks and scaring the mansion residents and each other.

Jack: Acquaintance. He doesn't really know him personally, really only knows him through Toby. He thinks Jack's cool though.

Jeff: Best friend and crush. He's extremely close to Jeff, they do literally everything together, get high/drunk together, and mess with the other creeps together. BEN also has a massive crush on Jeff, but won't directly tell him because he believes Jeff when he says he's straight. But that won't stop him from "fake" flirting with him constantly.

Nina: Good friends, and crush. He feels pretty close to Nina, and they hang out often. They bond over fandom, social media, and general memes. They both share Jeff as a best friend, so they get a lot of time together. He has a crush on her, and "fake" flirts with her often. He's tried to make a move of her before, but she thought it was another joke and basically rejected him. He hasn't tried anything serious since. He's also worried that Jeff wouldn't like him going after Nina.

X-Virus: Friends. BEN likes Cody well enough, and likes to mess with him. He mostly thinks Cody's weird frienemy relationship with Jeff is funny, so he keeps him around for entertainment mostly.

Jane: Hates. Thinks she's an uppity bitch. Plus she's his bestie's enemy, so she's his enemy too in his eyes.

Kate: Dislikes. She's not easy to mess with or scare, and that pisses him off pretty bad.

Chev: Acquaintance, kind of friend. He thinks she's cool and all, but god is she fun to scare. It always gets a good laugh out of him, Jeff, and Toby when she gets mad at them. He loves getting a rise out of her. His favorite thing to do is to jumpscare her on her phone, or turn into the elegy of emptiness when she least expects it.

Hoodie: Frienemies. Constant prank war. They're always trying to one-up each other one way or another, or get under each other's skin. It's actually really hard to tell if they actually like each other or not, even to them.

Cody's relationships

Toby: Complicated friendship, and crush. Cody is absolutely obsessed with Toby to an unhealthy degree, but tries to keep his cool (but failing) around him so he doesn't lose him as a friend. He copies him, tries to work with him as often as he can on proxy missions, and will try and hang out with him as much as he possibly can. He also has a massive crush on him, but keeps it a secret until he feels the time is right. He has deluded himself into thinking they are best friends and destined to be together.

Jack: Dislikes. Jack and Cody work as the primary "doctors" for the creeps/proxies, but they butt heads constantly. Cody thinks he knows better than Jack, and will frequently try to prove it by providing better care, or show that he's smarter. (they're both about the same, sometimes one is better than the other with smaller things) He also hates that Jack and Toby are so close, and thinks he's getting in the way of their friendship.

Jeff: Frienemies. Always in competition with each other, but sometimes get along very well. It's a weird relationship, and it's very hard to understand where they stand with each other.

Bloody Painter: Best friend and crush. Cody feels very close to Helen, and they hang out all the time. He'll invite him to help tending to the other creeps, or to just hang around when Jack isn't in the infirmary. He has a big crush on him, but he doesn't seem to understand exactly what his feelings are. He just knows that he cares deeply for Helen.

Clockwork: Hates. She used to date Toby. That's literally it.

BEN: Friends. They aren't very close, but he enjoys their time together. He finds his playfulness and pranks very amusing.

Kate: Acquaintance. He thinks she's fine, but he's tired of seeing her in the infirmary several times a week... also she bit him once, and he never will let that go.

Chev: Dislikes, it's complicated. He doesn't like how close she is to Toby, but he keeps a close eye on her, and will try to hang out with her to get closer to Toby. But after a particularly bad infirmary visit, he developed an interest in her, and is trying to be friends with her. He doesn't exactly know how he feels about her.

Hoodie: Dislikes, acquaintance. He doesn't like the other proxies in general, but Hoodie gets on his nerves because of how indirectly he can get under everyone's skin.

Masky: Dislikes. Doesn't like how much of a hard ass he is. Which would normally be fine, but Masky blew up at him once, and he has held a grudge ever since.

Kate's relationships

Toby: Good friend. They work together sometimes, but normally they just chill and maybe drink together. They even roughhouse sometimes. She sees him as a younger brother.

Jack: Acquaintance. She's in the infirmary quite often, so they see each other a lot. She likes that he doesn't judge her or ask too many questions. She thinks he's nice.

Nina: Friend and crush. Nina knows how to handle her and calm her down, which he admires and appreciates. She sometimes lets Nina come with her on missions, and lets her tend her smaller wounds. She developed a crush on her pretty quickly, but thinks it's one sided. She doesn't want to admit her feelings yet, she feels it will just complicate things for the both of them.

Clockwork: Close friend and crush. They are pretty close to each other, going on missions together, and hanging out often. She developed a crush on her during a mission when she realized that Nat could match her brutality.

Jeff: Acquaintance, probably dislikes. She doesn't really know much about him other than what others have told her, but she thinks she wouldn't like him very much. People have also mistook her for him a few times in the news, and that pissed her off lol

BEN: Dislikes. She just doesn't like his pranks, and hates when he pouts when he can't scare her. She doesn't like his childishness.

Bloody Painter: Acquaintance. Met him in the infirmary when he was hanging out with Cody. No strong opinion of him one way or the other.

X-Virus: Acquaintance. Sees him frequently in the infirmary after her missions. She still feels bad for freaking out and biting him that one time. She thinks he's alright.

Jane: Acquaintance. She's only met her a few times through Nat. She thinks she's cool.

Chev: Acquaintance. Not quite friends, but has hung out with her in a group setting, and has worked with her once on a mission.

Hoodie: Complicated friendship. She considers him a friend, but is put off by his weird jokes and demeanor. But she still hangs out with him semi-regularly.

Masky: Friends, sometimes dislikes.

Jane's relationships

Jack: Friend. They don't really hang out one-on-one, but she enjoys his company when they eventually run into each other.

Jeff: HATE. Well known beef, hates his fucking guts, and will absolutely rock his shit any chance she gets. Literally on sight.

Nina: Acquaintance. She knows of Nina, and probably knows more than she should, but she isn't friends with her nor does she have any desire to.

Clockwork: Friends, crush, and lover. Jane is pretty close friends with Nat, and had developed feelings for her pretty recently. She knows of Nat's crush on her, but she hasn't tried to pursue a relationship with her because she knows that she isn't ready for that type of relationship, so she settled for friends with benefits.

Bloody Painter: Friend. They aren't close or anything, but she likes hanging out with him. They normally find each other in the garden in the back of the mansion.

BEN: Dislikes. She has a strong dislike for BEN, mainly for his childish humor, and also because he's close to Jeff. They don't have much interaction, but she'd probably hate him if they did.

Kate: Acquaintance. Met only a few times, doesn't really have an opinion of her.

Chev: Acquaintance. Seen her around, and knows that she helps with proxy missions, but that's about it. No real opinion of her.

Hoodie: Friends. They aren't very close, but she doesn't mind him hanging around. They normally talk to each other in the kitchen in the mornings.

Hoodie's relationships

Toby: Good friends. Very brotherly, work together a lot, will wrestle and fuck each other up lovingly on-sight.

Jack: Hate/dislikes. Loves to get under Jack's skin, always trying to one-up him, and likes to correct him on things even though he knows he's wrong. He just loves fucking with him.

Jeff: Hate/dislikes. Doesn't exactly hate him, but he doesn't like him either. He's probably this favorite person to piss off, though he has taken a step back when Jeff stabbed him for being too annoying.

Clockwork: Dislikes. Just plain doesn't like her. He likes to mess with everyone, but he seems to mess with Nat more maliciously.

BEN: Frienemies. Constant prank war and trying to mess with each other. They seem like good friends who just like to be playfully mean (though it does cross the line a lot), but they themselves don't know if they actually like each other or not.

X-Virus: Acquaintance and crush. He doesn't really know Cody very well, but he's had a sort of fascination with him the first time they met. He's never ben direct with him, but he kind of shows his affection in the same way an annoying school boy would.

Kate: Complicated friendship, and crush. Kate doesn't really take to his humor or friendly flirting, but that doesn't stop him from continuing his behavior. He lowkey loves how animalistic she gets during missions.

Jane: Friend and crush. Very casual friendship, they normally just hang out and talk in the kitchen in the morning over coffee. He thinks she's really hot and cool, but he (surprisingly) respects her sexuality and doesn't try to pursue her.

Chev: Frienemy and crush. Like Cody, Hoodie will show his affection to Chevonne like an annoying school boy who has a crush. He likes to tease her a lot and is always trying to accompany her on her missions.

Masky: Best friends and lovers. They are always together. They are true besties, with a little spicy times on the side. Hoodie is the type to kiss his homies goodnight unironically. He loves this dude.

Masky's relationships

Toby: Dislikes. He hasn't liked Toby since the very beginning. He thinks Toby is too annoying, even though he's calmed down quite a bit since their first meeting. He hates that he's always trying to one up him, and feels like that Toby still isn't taking things as seriously as he should.

Jack: Acquaintance. Neutral, doesn't really know much about him at all.

Jeff: Hates. He isn't really around Jeff very much (purposefully), but he plain doesn't like him at all. He thinks he's too reckless, and the way he can't control his anger really irks him.

Clockwork: Acquaintance. Mostly neutral. Doesn't really care to know her, but he doesn't like how reckless she is. (Maybe he just doesn't like when people don't have much self-preservation skills..?)

X-Virus: Dislikes. Too much like Toby, just annoying in a different way. He's blown up at him once, and has disliked him ever since.

Kate: Friends, sometimes dislikes.

Hoodie: Bestfriends and lovers. Besties til the end. He finds Hoodie's annoying personality charming strangely enough, and barely ever leaves his side.

Chev: Acquaintance. Doesn't know much about her besides some gossip around the mansion, but he thinks she's alright. They're paired up for missions together sometimes, and doesn't have many complaints.

Chev's relationships

Toby: Best friend and complicated crush. Chev feels extremely close to Toby, and they hang out quite often. They've been friends ever since they were 16/17 when Toby first began stalking her, and they became best friends sometime in their twenties. They bonded over their similar personality quirks, humor, and their love of talking shit. She has a massive crush on him, but won't admit it because she's scared of ruining their friendship, and she's scared of having a romantic relationship in general.

Jack: Best friend and complicated crush. Recently became best friends, and she feels extremely close to him already. She loves to hang out with him as much as possible, talk about demon stuff since her powers are still relatively new to her, and he helps her obtain human flesh and organs since she really doesn't like killing people herself. She developed a crush on him more recently, but won't pursue him for the same reason she won't pursue Toby.

Jeff: Frienemies. They're more friends than enemies, Jeff just likes to mess with her and practically stalk her, he even breaks into her house/room in the mansion just for funsies. She doesn't really mind this much since Jack and Toby do the same thing, but it's still annoying as hell. They argue often and tell each other to kys, but they get along pretty well. It's kinda toxic, but it's fun.

Nina: Friends. Chev loves Nina and hopes to get closer to her, but is lowkey afraid to. She was raised with mostly men/boys, and she's afraid she isn't girly enough for Nina. (which isn't the case, but she has abandonment issues lol) They go shopping together, do skincare and girls nights, go to concerts, and nerd out about fandom stuff. She might lowkey have a crush on Nina, but she is unsure. She definitely thinks she's cute.

Bloody Painter: Friends. More than acquaintances, but not quite friends, she thinks. She likes him well enough, and will go to him for opinions on her art pieces, and hang out with him in group settings, but that's as far as their friendship goes. She also tries not to get too close because Cody is his best friend, and he gets weird about their friendship.

Clockwork: Complicated friendship. She thinks Nat is cool, and she likes hanging out with her in group settings, but things are a little awkward between them. Chev thinks it may be because she's best friends with her ex bf, but she's not sure.

X-Virus: Dislikes, it's complicated. At first she didn't like Cody because he uses syringes as weapons (she's afraid of needles lol), but didn't have anything against him personally. Though, he started acting really weird and combative when they were formally introduced and he found out who her besties were. She also feels extremely embarrassed after a particularly bad infirmary visit when he gave her enough painkillers to get her real high, and she told him she loved him.

BEN: Acquaintances, kind of friends. He's constantly scaring the hell out of her by sneaking around a corner and turning into the elegy of emptiness, and she gets so mad. She hangs out with him sometimes in the living room and does edibles with him and Jeff. Normally she's against doing drugs, but figured weed was better for her than prescription painkillers. (she used to be addicted/dependent due to her fibromyalgia)

Jane: Acquaintance and crush. Doesn't really know her, but she sees her around and thinks she's so hot.

Kate: Acquaintance. Doesn't know much about her, but likes her. They went on a couple missions together, and they sometimes hang out in group settings.

Hoodie: Dislikes. She thinks he's weird, and hates how he's always messing with her. He never did anything too bad, but he gives her bad vibes and she can't explain why. She won't really avoid him though. They work together on proxy missions though.

Masky: Acquaintance. She thinks he's alright, despite Toby's bitching about him. They sometimes work together on missions.

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