#like oh sure now I know why the paraders are so desperate for someone to save them THEYRE UNDER A DICTATOR (OR ARE NOT IMPLIED TO BE)

[kurtmustdie]

I have so many questions but from what I can tell this post implies that the black parade (and everyone else around them) live under a dictatorship, which for some reason… Fills in a lot of questions about the world that I had before.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton has S/O that brother doesn't know about and brother is confused when he comes home with cartoonish lipstick marks on his face. I love your writing so much <3

Undertale Sans - Oh it's a big brother time. Sans is so going to tease Papyrus to death, one pun after the other, as Papyrus is desperate to hide how red his face is. Sans is not letting that one go. He waited his whole life for this to happen and loved seeing Papyrus lose all his confidence, trying to justify himself very badly.

Undertale Papyrus - He never thought he would see the day. Sans has always been very discrete about his relationships and he's good at not answering Papyrus' questions or distracting him until he thinks Papyrus forgot. But Papyrus was not fooled and KNEW there was something weird with his brother. And now that there are evidences Sans can't hide anymore, Papyrus is going to harass him with questions. He's curious now. What do they look like?

Underswap Sans - His soul misses a beat. The hell? Blue stares at his brother with wide shocked eyes. He never expected his brother was see someone? Honey is usually pretty obvious when he's in love, and Blue is shocked he saw nothing. Huh. Anyway. It's time to investigate. He wants to know what's going on!

Underswap Papyrus - He rolls his eyes. That's definitely not the first time it happens. Blue does this effect on people sometimes. He doesn't assume it's a romantic interest, as he's pretty sure some grandma he helped cross the road did the same thing once. He's curious though.

Underfell Sans - He stares at Edge in shock, then smirks loudly. Edge cracks his neck towards him and asks if he has something to say. No, no. He doesn't have anything to say. But he's definitely taking a picture as soon as he looks away to send Undyne. Edge is not happy about this.

Underfell Papyrus - Urgh. Red is parading around the house, clearly proud of himself. It makes him want to puke. He's not jealous or anything (yes, yes he is a lot). Red knows exactly what he's doing. Is he trying to assert dominance? Because Edge can assert dominance too.

Horrortale Sans - He stares. Longly. Mainly because his brain is trying to process what monster or human could be as tall as his brother to kiss him on the top of his skull. That's very suspicious. Actually, he only knows one monster tall enough to do that and that's Toriel. Now, he's not judging but he didn't think Toriel could like his brother like that. That's when Toriel points out that his brother looks really smug. Uh. He forgot she was right next to him. So that's not Toriel? But who then? He needs to know. He notes the incident in his notebook. He knows Willow won't talk but he has other ways.

Horrortale Papyrus - He struggles not to laugh as his brother looks at him in complete confusion. Oak clearly forgot he has lipstick marks all over his face and he is completely oblivious to why his brother, and later Toriel, are laughing at him. He even gets defensive when Willow finally has enough pity to clean him. You don't give him a bath! He will bite you!

Swapfell Sans - Rus is looking at him with a smug face, clearly proud of him. "hey bro you know what i did tod..." "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR ROMANTIC LIFE. I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER I DON'T WANT YOU TO REPORT TO ME EVERY TIME YOU HAVE A WOOHOO SESSION WITH YOUR HUMAN THANK TORIEL. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALWAYS TELLING ME THESE THINGS?!" Rus just smirks. Then as he leaves, he randomly says "actually there were two humans". Nox just screams as Rus chuckles at his reaction.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus' eyes light up as Nox passes next to him, the face entirely purple. Nox tries to speed to escape him, but Rus puts his legs in the way, making him gasp in offense. "so how was your... what you said again? ah, yes, woohoo session?" "SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP I HATE YOU SO MUCH WHY ARE YOU EVEN LIKE THIS?" "the guy who was supposed to educate me joined the royal guard at 12 and let me get horny all alone for the first time" "RUS YOU'RE THIRTY YEARS OLD." "stop changing the subject. was it that human that came yesterday? are they hot?" Nox leaves, face entirely purple. He doesn't want to talk about this!

Fellswap Gold Sans - What. What? What! Hell no! Who the hell is trying to steal his brother? Wait, when did his brother find someone? Why did his brother not tell him? Is the human threatening him if he tells him? Wine is upset, he needs to investigate. He's worried.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee is a bit shocked. That was clearly not planned because Wine would have never showed up like that otherwise. That's the first time Coffee actually sees him blush. That's also probably because Coffee wasn't supposed to be home. Now, Coffee knows better than to tease him because he knows his brother is a grumpy old man. But he's happy for him.

[eyeheartboobiez]

bruce wayne x gn!reader

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG PLSSS😭 i really only planned for this to be a couple of hundred words but it ended up being a couple of thousand lmao but i hope you like it🫶🏿

summary: you’ve been stressing yourself over a case at work, leaving your loving husband home alone. luckily, he knows just the thing to help you wind down.

wc: 2.4K

warnings: smut, barely proof read..

Just when you think you've gotten a step closer, you end up taking two steps back.

For hours now, you've been stuck at work, desperately trying to break what may just be the toughest case of your career. The only light illuminating the room was the lamp positioned at your desk, as the office was completely void of life – aside from you of course.

You were supposed to be back home hours ago, yet the pile of reports stacked in front of you was nowhere near finished. The forensic evidence wasn’t matching up with the alleged suspect, and the words on the paper before you got blurrier by the second.

Rubbing at your eyes, you let out a heavy sigh, coming to the devastating conclusion that you wouldn’t be able to solve this on your own. While integrity was one of the most essential parts of the job, a little help from a certain someone couldn’t hurt, right?

However, before you could pick up the phone and call your beloved Bruce, a knock was heard at the door. Who the hell could be here at this time of night? Despite your immense fatigue, you were sure your body couldn’t have gone to the point of hallucinating.

Well you weren’t imaging things, because lo and behold was all six feet and two inches of your husband standing at the entrance.

“You missed dinner, you know.” he said, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway.

He made his way towards your desk, his strides slow but formulated as always. The way he stalked towards you had the likeliness of a predator shadowing its prey. Somehow, the darkness of the room became even dimmer.

You weren’t scared though. Nervous, maybe, but this was your husband after all.

As much as he likes to parade the streets striking fear into the villains of Gotham, you know he was a sweetheart at the end of the day. However, if he couldn’t stand you staying late at work for one night, then he’d just have suck it up and deal with it.

“I know baby, but really, I have to get this done tonight.” you sighed, refusing to go down without a fight.

Stressed enough as is, you really weren’t in the mood to deal with Bruce’s antics right now. Closing your eyes, you put your head down on the pile of papers in front of you, hoping to subdue your worsening headache.

“Alfred even made your favorite.” A pair of large hands found themselves at your shoulders, “He was disappointed when you weren’t at the table, love.”

His digits kneaded at your traps, skillfully working their way into all the knots of the muscle. “C’mon darling, let’s get you back home and fed, ‘kay?”

You let out a deep groan, the tension in your shoulders had dissolved in an instant. Oh you already knew where this was going. 

You see, Bruce was a master at the art of persuasion, as if he had the secret ability to make anyone and everyone bend at his will. It was a power that even your eldest son Dick had picked up (to both your delight and disdain).

While you’d usually fall victim to his schemes, now was not one of those times. You were determined to wrap this case up, even if you passed out in the process.

Noticing your stubborn behavior, the dark knight leaned down and began nipping at your ear, “Damian was even hoping you’d make it back in time to say goodnight to him, you know.”

It was a compelling argument, you’ll give him that, but still you refused to submit to his tactics. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you started to get irritated. Why was it so hard for him to understand you were busy? 

“Bruce, seriously, cut it out. I gotta stay here and work my way through this evidence.” Lightly shoving him off, you picked up your pen and went back to sorting out the documents before you. Although the break was much appreciated, Bruce was proving to be no help at all.

Hoping he’d actually listened to you this time around, you jokingly made a last remark, “Since Alfred cooked too much tonight, how about you show me how much you love me and go grab me a plate.”

“How about I show you how much I love you right now.”

Before you could even question it, Bruce’s lips found themselves back at your earlobe. Except this time, his small pecks quickly transformed into open mouthed kisses.

His fingers went back to rubbing your shoulders, his workmanship more intense than ever. His fingers stealthily trailed up to your throat, squeezing at the area.

As you felt the pressure increase more and more, you finally became aware of what was happening. This entire time, he had been shadowing you like a wild animal.

And now he was ready to pounce.

“I see how stressed you’ve been recently,” He murmured against your skin, “Do you think I like seeing you exhausted like this, sweetheart?”

Eyes closed, you could do nothing but focus on how he sounds, how he feels. Your chest felt heavy, your mind felt hazy, and you couldn’t seem to get the words out to respond.

“Don’t know how to speak when your husband is talking to you? Guess you must be more tired than I thought.”

“No, Bruce I— ahh!”

Your voice was cut off as his hands began fondling your nipples, the hem of your shirt bunched up at your chest.

“Y’know how much I miss you on nights like this?” he spoke up again, leaving wet, languid kisses along your nape. 

“Waiting on our couch, laying without you in our bed, aching for you. Do you actually like leaving me alone like this?”

Your chest heaved at the thought, has he always been this desperate for you? As he continued to ravish you below the chin, your head moved against his lips, mimicking the harsh circular motions of an ocean wave.

Feeling his hand trail lower and lower, your breaths became more and more shallow. Case work be damned, you’d be an idiot to go back to working at a time like this.

“Bruce, this investigation was really important.” You mewed, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“If that’s the case, I think I deserve a little something in return, hm? Lemme look after you, angel.”

With that, you were pulled out of your chair and immediately brought to your feet. Strong thighs pressed themselves firmly against your bottom, leaving Bruce towering over you. 

His dominating aura was overpowering, and you were left heaving at the thought of all the ways he could take you, all the ways he could claim you.

All at once, he skillfully moved to pull at both your trousers and undergarments, leaving them pooling at your ankles. “Open your legs for me, love. I wanna see you.”

In all your glory there you were, lying chest down against your desk, pants to the floor, with your beloved husband practically rutting into you from behind.

You habitually arched your back, aching to be filled. Bruce sighed in pleasure, stepping back to take a look at his beloved spouse. Just the sight of you like this damn near made him go crazy.

His hands circled our waist, thumbs thoroughly messaging the small of your back, “I jus’ wanna help you out, baby. Would you like that? Hm? For me to fuck the stress out of you?”

“Yes Sir! Anything you want from me.”

As soon as the bedroom name hit his ears, Bruce let out an audible groan. As many cases you’ve solved in your career, you still didn’t have a single clue of the things you do to him.

Emphatically pulling at his belt, Bruce frantically released his throbbing member from his slacks. Violently spitting in his hand, he began stroking his arousal, lining it up with your tight opening.

He teased his cockhead around the swollen area, his pre-cum painting the heat between your legs. It was as though he was playing with you, as if you were some toy solely meant for his leisure.

Finally, after edging you for what felt like forever, he finally plunged inside of you. His sex speared into you with unrelenting vigor. Slowly, his shaft inched its way inside.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good that you wont be able to get up for work tomorrow,” his husky voice was leaving you in a trance, “Would you like that, angel? For this cock to take all your worries away?”

“Mhm, please sir,” your wanton moans were like music to his ears, as if the pearly gates of heaven were calling his name.

At your request, Bruce’s demeanor did a complete 180. His unrushed pace being switched out for something much more barbaric. Wet smacks could be heard throughout the room as his hips jerked into your swollen entrance.

The table shook at the force of his thrusts, leaving your pencil case to fall as a result. Papers were scattered about, some even sticking to the dampness of your skin. Your hands went to grip the edge of your desk, looking for something, anything to keep you stabilized.

“This is what you’ve been missing out on,” Bruce heaved, “This is what you could’ve had all those nights you decided to stay here and work.”

You practically begged him to slow down, the abuse to your hole was getting to be exhausting, “Bruce, mmn— ‘s too much.”

But your pleas fell on deaf ears, as his girth did nothing but continue its relentless assault. Your moans started to match his movements, pitch getting higher with each thrust.

“Shittt,” the hero groaned, “You're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Jus’ be good and lay there for me.”

His words were lulling you to sleep, that deep, velvety voice paired with his raspy grunts were more than soothing. Your lids started to get heavier by the second, you knew you were close. Any more of this and you were sure to tap out.

Your cheek was pressed against the surface below you. Eyes rolled so far back, it seemed like you could take a peek of your brain if you tried hard enough. It felt like your soul momentarily left your body as you started convulsing below him.

“Sir ‘m gonna, fuckkk, I’m coming!”

“There you go, love. Ease into it for me.” Although you were well over your limit, Bruce’s movements were still as vigorous as ever. 

You could tell he was close. As his thrusts got sloppier, your hips dug further into the edge of the desk, leaving marks along the surrounding skin.

“Broosh, please, I can’t ‘nymore. ‘M tired baby.” you babbled. Your barely formed words were only proof of how your consciousness was holding on by a thread.

“Shhhh. Just let me put you to rest, angel. Let your husband take care of you t’night.” Bruce’s cock throbbed, the thick appendage desperately looking for release.

Your entire body was limp by now, overstimulated beyond belief. It didn't even register how lifeless your legs were until you felt two arms scoop you up, hugging your midriff. You could just imagine how insane the scene must have looked, two grown adults humping over a table like a pair of wild dogs.

Eyes shut, you were nearly asleep at this point, the only sign of life from you were the light whimpers slipping past your plump lips. Your only purpose by now was to let your husband use you as he pleased, like some ragdoll.

Bruce couldn’t take it anymore. His movements stuttered as his senses came to a peak, “Mmm s-shit Y/N, just stay right there for me sweetheart, I got you.”

Once again, your insides fluttered as cum coated your heat. You felt his weight collapse on top of you as he tried to collect himself. Feeling him pull out, the thick, white liquid painted your skin as your hole throbbed from the aftershocks. 

Bruce’s member continued to pulsate, airy ‘ahs’ nd ‘mhms’ could be heard throughout the room. Bringing you down from you high, you heard a voice speak up from behind you, “You okay, darling? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Mm-mm,” you rumbled, not having the energy to give a real response. 

“Don’t give out on me yet, angel,” affectionately rubbing at your exposed skin, Bruce moved to tidy you up, “Let’s get you dressed so we can go home alright?”

Grabbing some spare napkins from a nearby tissue box, your doting husband wiped you down. He made sure to clean up every ounce of the thick cream dripping down your thighs.

Kneeling down, he moved to pull up your trousers, softly kissing the expanse of your legs along the way. You could barely react to his touch considering how spent you were.

As you wobbly stood to your feet, Bruce quickly went to pick you up bridal style, your head slugging against his firm chest.

Honestly, you should have known you would end up in this position the second he walked through the door.  As resistant as you were in the beginning, you can help but feel appreciative of Bruce’s actions, the love you have for him growing by the minute.

Unbeknownst to you, however, there was a reason your husband decided to surprise you tonight.

The case you had been working on, well there was a reason the forensic reports weren’t matching up. There had been a new villain roaming the streets of Gotham, and while Bruce didn’t know who he was yet, he knew he was more than dangerous.

As he placed you in the passenger’s seat, Bruce’s mind traveled to all the innocent lives that had been taken by the hands of this corrupt individual. He surely wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you ended up one of them.

Although he admired your determination, the dark knight knew better than to allow the love of his life to follow a path of such evil. 

So if this little “distraction” was the only way to throw you off their trail, then so be it.

a/n: feedback is always welcome and reblogs are always appreciated!! ilyyy

[three-realms-archive]

First Dates

(so! what would first dates with each of the brothers be like??? i feel like obm! and otome games like it in general tend to skip over things like this, so hey have this)

(slighttttttttttttt lesson 16 og obm! reference)

An eldest brother stands in his room, torn. Pride takes on many forms, it seems; and the Avatar of Pride has to make a choice.

Does he show you off, as he so desperately wants to, and parade you around the Devildom’s fanciest areas with extravagant dinners, popular theatre, and breathtaking views? Or does he keep you to himself, as he so desperately wants to, to snuggle with you under his covers after a romantic movie and a bottle of Demonus?

It’s a tough choice to make; but it also shouldn’t be, for someone as thorough as he is. So why, then, does he struggle? Why, when it comes to you, is it always so… difficult?

No. Lucifer knows this isn’t the right way to think of things. You make nothing difficult. You’ve brought his family back together; you’ve brought light to his grieving, shadowed heart… you’ve made everything as easy as breathing.

What the Avatar of Pride is too prideful to admit is that he is the one - for once - doubting his choices; all in the hopes of pleasing you.

_

A second-oldest brother sits in his bed, buzzing as he clutches his D.D.D - checking it every five seconds. He is two hours early, already-dressed, as he contends with his ever-magnetic pull towards you. He could show up two hours early. Maybe it’ll impress you, earning him more points on his imaginary first-date scoreboard.

Or he could wait the two hours out. Maybe it would creep you out less?

Regardless, Mammon's grip on his phone strengthens as he re-opens the app he also keeps checking - his mail app. He makes sure the tickets to the amusement park are still there, before searching for the amusement park website on the DevilNet to make sure it still exists. And then he searches through the rides to make sure the ferris wheel is still there because that’s where all the human movie couples have kisses and confessions and oh, Diavolo, if he keeps thinking about you and him doing romantic movie couple things he’s going to completely explode.

And so - the dopey, dreamy, dorky smile on the his face growing as he practically vibrates with anticipation - the Avatar of Greed sets down his D.D.D and waits.

… Until five seconds pass and he surrenders to the temptation of picking up his phone, checking everything once more.

_

A third-eldest brother talks to himself in the mirror. His ramblings are a mixture of practice pick-up lines, self-assurance, and self-deprecation at the practice pick-up lines.

It’s Levi's comfort zone. It should be his comfort zone, taking you to a local anime and gaming convention in the human world. It should be something he can navigate with ease… but then he looks at the polaroid he has taped to the top of his mirror. It’s of the two of you; you had secretly taken a selfie when he had fallen asleep after an all-night anime marathon, placing your chin on his shoulder and nuzzling your cheek against him. He had thanked Diavolo that you had left before he had opened his birthday card from you that same month; the polaroid falling unexpectedly out of the envelope, short-circuiting him.

Every so often, like now, he looks in the mirror and imagines your head on his shoulder once more - but, this time, with his wide-awake reflection standing beside you. Maybe even holding your hand.

And... he promptly short-circuits again, shaking his head as the inevitable thoughts of 'that would never happen' and 'you would never want that' flood his head.

This was going to take more than a few minutes of mirror practice.

_

A fourth-eldest brother reads, and reads, and reads. Books, dictionaries, gossip tabloids… All with ridiculous names like “Win Her Heart in Seven Steps” and “Flowchart to His Heart”. It’s what Satan falls back onto whenever he feels something unfamiliar and unknown: read, research, react. Read the material, research what to do, react accordingly.

He had invited you out to a cat café in the afternoon. He had read an advertisement for a couples’ promotion the café were running that week, booking a table in advance. He had researched the place thoroughly: the menus, the cat breeds, the seating arrangements... the cat breeds. Then, the day had come - and it was time to react.

… Except, he hadn’t checked the weather. So now the two of you are at the cat café; soaked so thoroughly that no cat wants to go near either of you.

You guess some things in life just happen unexpectedly no matter how much you plan, you say to console him as an apologetic manager walks over with a towel and a small litter of more-adventurous kittens. After drying off, the two of you begin to play with the kittens, who crawl up your clothes and mewl adorably. The Avatar of Wrath is rendered speechless by your smile.

You’re right, he realises. After all, he hadn’t planned for you to come to the Devildom.

And he couldn’t be happier that you did.

_

An objectively-fabulous, fifth-born brother seems confused by his own actions. He is objectively fabulous, put together, and always, always sure of himself. He’s never had this many clothes on hangers strewn across his bed before; mind working overtime as it imagines the different pattern and colour combinations on his body. He’s worn that shirt too many times in front of you. Those pants just don’t match the restaurant you’re going to. He can’t even decide between gold and silver jewellery - an easy decision that always comes naturally to him.

It’s not like he’s lost his touch. He knows what goes well with what… But when he imagines you looking at him, the self-doubt begins to rise uncomfortably in his chest.

… And, now, he hears you knocking on the door. And then, for the first time in his life as a demon, he walks to the door in the outfit he already has on.

And when he hears you gush over his outfit, his hair and he face… he can’t help but blush when an amazing, incredible realisation hits him.

You’d always love him - however he looked.

You’d always love him for who he was.

_

A sixth-born brother apologises profusely to yet another team member trying to navigate the RAD locker room. The demon waves him off with an understanding smile and a pat on the back… as do all the other demons on the RAD Fangol team, who also inevitably bump into the sixth-born Avatar of Sin. He’s unusually distracted, clumsy and talkative; but his team all know why.

“Hey, do I look okay?”

“Do you think coach remembers I’m going early?”

“Forecast said 1% precipitation on TV this morning. Should I move the date inside?”

All of his Fangol team - and probably all of RAD - know about his date. This is half-because he won’t stop talking about it to people he meets; and half-because his unusual, dazed behaviour makes it impossible for someone to not want to find out.

“Do you know I have a date tonight?” He asks for the umpteenth time to some old lady sitting next to him on the park bench he’s meant to wait for you at. The elderly demon feeds the crows, unresponsive - but not without a knowing, fond smile on her face. She doesn’t dare interrupt his happiness as he continues to excitedly run his plans by her; talking and talking and talking because, if he doesn’t, the hunger to see you consumes him.

When he sees you… That is when he finally becomes speechless.

_

The youngest of seven brothers zooms from place to place, making sure to cover all the ground in his bedroom. He meticulously - almost obsessively -removes anything sharp, anything spooky-looking, and even his twin brother’s open snack packets all get ziplocked or clipped shut.

The former monster of the attic cannot risk making you uncomfortable. He has a chance - one, single, precious chance - at something his brothers all had managed long before he came along:

One shot to earn your forgiveness.

One shot to be in the running for your heart.

Even this single date had come months after he had… done what he did. He wasn’t complaining, though. At first, he had considered the fact that you had looked his way at all a bout of incredible luck. When you had started conversing with him again, it was a miracle. And when you had asked him out on a date… it was no longer outside forces. Unless it was some stupid, twisted joke - or a blissful, bittersweet dream - this date was a chance.

So the Avatar of Sloth diligently fends off the alluring, drowsy pull of his sin; checking every nook and cranny of his room before you come over for a movie night and sleepover.

He cannot waste this chance.

(hey hey hey, sorry for the inactivity - i'm so so busy omfg. as a result, uploads might start slowing down or might be limited to headcannons and short snippets that come to mind; i'm also gonna start focusing the next few on the side characters for once ahahaha. anyways, have a good day people :D)

[scarletwritesshit]

💭Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 💭 Snitch of the S.E.E.S. Table

"...But yeah, she’s totally into me, dude," Junpei declared proudly.

Akihiko and Mitsuru looked at him blankly, blinking their eyes as if none of Junpei’s words processed in their minds. Aigis wasn’t even looking at him, having most likely swapped to “ignore mode” as soon as he opened his mouth. Ken was invested in his reading his magazine showcasing women’s fashion. Or perhaps it was more akin to looking at the pictures, rather than reading. Fuuka occasionally looked up from her laptop and awkwardly smiled out of pure pity. Yukari tapped away at her phone, disgusted with Junpei’s nonsense being directly funneled into her ears. Kotone was not afraid to express her boredom with a considerably sized yawn. Shinjiro stood silently in the corner, only occasionally bothering to look up at the ruckus.

"Oh come on man! Was anyone listening?" Junpei desperately asked.

"We were trying to not listen to you, Stupei," Yukari said.

"Although I do not possess the necessary qualifications to assess human behavior, I can draw conclusions from the others that you are ‘full of bull shit,’ as they say," Aigis said.

"Man, you guys just like to rain on my parade," Junpei complained, fidgeting with the chopsticks in his instant noodles.

"No…you’re just full of shit," Yukari reiterated.

"It is my belief that all humans are full of shit until one relieves themself in the restroom, so I do not understand how that makes Junpei any different," Aigis said. confused.

"Aigis- never mind. At least we can all agree that Junpei is the dumb one."

"Aw, come on! You guys act like you don’t have a little somethin’-somethin’ going on yourselves, riiiiiight Mitsuru?" he said, nudging Mitsuru on the side.

"Junpei, I wouldn’t have time for a relationship even if I wanted one," Mitsuru said, glaring at him.

"Heh, don’t act like I haven’t seen the way you glance at Akihiko punchin’ away at shadows!"

Akihiko, who just so happened to be sitting beside Mitsuru, looked at Junpei in utter confusion. Mitsuru, on the other hand, was rather displeased with Junpei’s antics, and her face quickly turned red from pure rage(?).

"Thats quite enough, Junpei," Mitsuru said, pushing him away.

Akihiko was still confused, unable to understand why Mitsuru kept her arms crossed and avoided looking at him entirely.

"See? All of have a lil’ special someone we’re eyeing up!" Junpei said proudly, despite almost having his head knocked off by Mitsuru.

"I don’t. I’m too old to have a crush," Ken said while flipping through the women’s fashion magazine.

"Yeah, whatever you say kid. Not even Fuuka is safe!"

Upon hearing her name, Fuuka looked up from her computer in shock. She quickly closed the screen of her laptop enough so that the screen would go black.

"W-what did I do?" she said, not having heard the full conversation.

Junpei walked around the table to where Fuuka was sitting and rested his elbow on her shoulder.

"You know exactly what you with all of those hours spent on World of Warcraft with your boyfriend."

Fuuka immediately flustered. "I-I wasn’t even playing that! I was on Club Penguin just now..."

"Damn, girl, even playing other games with each other!"

"Junpei, please! I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

"Yeah, sure ya don’t," Junpei said, walking away with a wink and finger guns. "See? None of you guys can say crap ‘bout me!"

"I can, and I second the robot girl," Shinjiro said, not even sparing Junpei a second of eye contact.

"Come on, man! There has to be someone you like."

"Nope. Couldn’t care less for that shit."

"What about our leader, here?" Junpei said, gesturing to Kotone.

"You’re still on this?" she said, desperately waiting for him to move on from the topic.

"Well, duh! There has to be a little lady that Shinjiro’s been eyein’ up!”

"Tch," Shinjiro said, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Arf, arf!" Koromaru yapped, putting his muzzle on the table.

"Even Koromaru agrees that something’s up with you! Come on, Shinji, spill it!"

 "I ain’t got nothin’ to spill to you. Plus it’s not like anyone would give a shit about me that much anyways," he said, leaving the dining area to walk up the steps.

"Arf!"

"Koromaru says that Shinjiro’s claims are incorrect," Aigis said.

Shinjiro stopped in his tracks at the base of the stairs.

"Oooh? Who’s the lucky lady eyeing him up?" Junpei said, leaning in closer to Aigis.

"Arf!"

"He says that Kotone has been harboring feelings for him for quite some time now."

Koromaru nodded his head in confirmation.

"So Kotone is the dirty little liar among us" he said, shooting her a sly side eye.

Kotone had been tuning out Junpei’s nonsense while chatting with Yukari, but Shinjiro, on the other hand, heard every last word of it. Junpei was simply under the assumption that he had went upstairs by now, hence he why he continued digging for Shinjiro’s secrets with little to no regard. Shinjiro was very much still on the first floor of the dorm, his heart racing and fearing what Koromaru would say next. He stood as still as he possibly could, thinking that perhaps, Junpei would be too stupid to notice him if he remained motionless. Despite that, with him under the assumption that Shinjiro went upstairs, what more secrets would Koromaru be willing to spill to Aigis and Junpei? It was a double-edged sword, and Shinjiro couldn’t win either way.

"Arf arf!"

"Koromaru says, that is not all."

Shinjiro began to sweat. He was in real trouble now.

"Arf arf, arf!"

"He says that Shinjiro likes Kotone too, but is adamant about not letting it slip."

He says, as Koromaru just let it slip to Aigis and ultimately all of SEES., Shinjiro thought, clenching his jaw and fist.

"I never said a damn thing like that!" Shinjiro said, turning around to face the table of knights and their snitch of a commander that have assembled to conspire against him.

The table went silent, as Shinjiro could feel his face heating up, giving away his stance on the matter. Even Ken and Fuuka looked up at him, frozen in almost complete silence like the rest. The only one who moved a muscle was Koromaru, wagging his tail and happily panting.

"Arf arf!"

"He said, you most certainly said that," Aigis translated.

Shinjiro clenched his fist. Koromaru was a dog, he didn’t know better, and he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at him. Though just this once, Shinjiro wished that maybe Koromaru would keep his mouth shut.

Kotone’s eyes eventually met Shinjiro’s gaze, and he could not bear to look at her for very long. He was outed by the dog, the goddamn dog of all things, in front of the entirety of S.E.E.S. Now, he would be roped into Junpei’s tomfoolery for probably the rest of time. Not to mention, the rest of S.E.E.S. taking their turns at a jab as well. All because of the young lady who, intentionally or not, healed a wound long left bleeding on his heart. He grumbled and turned around to storm off, until Kotone stopped him dead in his tracks.

"...Wait," she said.

Shinjiro turned around just barely enough to look at her.

"…Don’t leave before I have a chance to speak...please. I like you too, Senpai."

"I don’t want any of your pity.”

Kotone got up and walked around in front of Shinjiro. She stood on the tips of her toes and placed her palm on the back of his head, nudging him down to her height.

Whispering in his ear, she said, "I’ve liked you for a while actually."

“Is that so?”

“Don’t believe me?” she asked, catching Shinjiro off guard with a quick kiss on the cheek.

Shinjiro jumped backwards, red-faced out of pure shock. Kotone looked up and gave him a smile akin to that of an angel pure of heart.

“N-not here! All of S.E.E.S. is watching!” Shinjiro said.

Kotone turned around, and S.E.E.S. was conveniently, not paying attention at this time. Or at least they appeared to not be paying any attention, which the exception of Koromaru, who was gleefully wagging his tail and panting with a smile.

“Believe me now?” Kotone said, ignoring what Shinjiro said.

He took a deep breath to compose himself, disregarding his totally-not-paying-attention friends. He walked towards Kotone and put his arm around her, practically engulfing her with his hold.

“…Let’s get away from these idiots so that I can get a word in without someone snickering,” he said, as Junpei continued repressing his snickering, albeit very badly.

She nodded her head, and Shinjiro guided her up the stairs. Glancing back to make sure they were gone, Junpei let out the most ungodly wheeze that was a result of many strenuous minutes of built-up snickers.

“Man, who gets outed by a dog like that!” Junpei said in between laughs.

“Grrr…arf!”

“Koromaru said to choose you words carefully, as he knows about the secrets you hold within as well,” Aigis so very kindly translated for Junpei.

“Secrets? What secrets? The fact that Chidori totally loooooooves me?”

“Arf arf arf!”

“The fact that you have various pornography magazi-“

Junpei leaped across the table to cover Aigis’s mouth before she could finish relaying Koromaru’s words.

“Hey now, that’s a little personal, don’tcha think?”

“Oh, like exposing somebody’s crush isn’t, Stupei,” Yukari said, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, at least that worked out!” Junpei retaliated.

“As if Koromaru wasn’t the one to get the last laugh.”

Koromaru sat down and barked proudly, tail still wagging and free of worry from any repercussions.

[pensat-i-fet]

Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc​ gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

Word count: 1621

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John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 14

a/n: heeyyy *bites lip in despair*

“You’ve recovered ?” Moran asks, a whisky glass in his hand and his legs sprawled out on the opposite chair. “What’s it to you ?” You raise a brow, barely facing him to meet his gaze as your arms moved vigorously, desperate to sweep the seemingly none existent dirt away so you could leave as quickly as possible. He rotates his hand, his drank, which was almost completely drank, swirled in the glass. He was clearly amused at your despair. All you want is to wipe that smirk off his face so bad it pinches your skin. “My my ! What an attitude !” He places his drink down. “It seems your recent dramatic event has left you quiet.”

You wish he got the message.

Your grip on the broom is tight, so tight that you may end up with a splinter as your knuckles began to turn white. All you were doing was simply attempting to sweep the floor and yet someone just had to barge right in, he might as well of had mud under his boots.

He was acting too much.

“You call being kidnapped just a dramatic event ?” You squint in irritation. If he was so casual about this, then what exactly would be extreme to him ?

“Pick up my chores and I’ll make sure you won’t be let out.” He walks past you not without shoving the brush in your hand.

You were though ! He had no reason to parade around you like that with his drink ! His clear reason for his appearance was obviously just to taunt you as he didn’t even try to have a decent conversation with you. Not once did he ask about your well being -not that you cared- and worse he didn’t even ask you to take up his chores. He told you to.

He could go fuck himself for all you cared.

Just when you thought you were alone with yourself a voice that you agonisingly recognise spoke out from behind.

“Pardon me but could I speak with you for a moment ?”

It’s him. Unfortunately so, it’s him. You hate that no words can slip past your lips when he speaks to you. You try very hard to ignore it but Moran smirking doesn’t help. You’re quick to make a face at him to remind him thats he’s an annoying prick that’s not helping. “Okay.” You sigh, attempting to prove not only Moran but yourself wrong. You’re hesitant but quick to turn to finally face him.

William, still polite with his hands behind his back. You can only reply with a small nod and placing the brush away, abandoning the useless act.

A tall bottle of whatever-seemingly wine was placed at the edge of Williams office desk.

At only moment the bottle could tip over and smash in an instant. The feeling was mutual.

It looked quick to grab like a tease.

Perhaps it was. William had placed it there.

“You like to indulge yourself in drinking ?” He starts the conversation abruptly, you dish t speak once entirely on your way to the office.

“Who doesn’t ?” You shrug, standing still, noticing how the bottle a filled to the brim.

He sits down and raises his hand, offering the seat opposite him. That wasn’t there before when you hid under the desk ? It sounded awful now just thinking it. You decline, nerves kicking in. “So what is it ?” You ask, not realising how blunt you sounded.

“I wanted to know that you’re content, miss.”

His hands locked together, elbows rested on the desk. You noted how he had a gentle look on his face. Gentle but his eyes still had a gaze that contained knowledge like he knew something deeper. What did he know ? You’ve no idea.

“Why are you acting so formal ?” You shake your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Oh wait-weren’t these seemingly fancy rich men bred to be this way ? Well Moran definitely wasn’t.

He still remained serious though, patiently waiting for you to answer his question as if he didn’t hear your remark.

There’s a sense of welcoming in his tone and yet you can’t help but also feel an evident bit of fake along with it. You look over, he’s still remains well composed with a faint polite smile on his face despite the awkwardness due to the silence between you both.

“You, a young attractive seemingly without a spouse appear-

He stops himself when your face shows confusion, not wanting to offend you. Not one bit. “Unless I’m mistaken ?” He’s polite as usual but you notice the slight raise in his brows and you wonder what does his face look like when he’s not all mister kind. Does his unreal eyes change when he’s mad ? Does his brows soften when he’s sad ? Does he pout ? Has he ever pouted ? What does he look like when he-

“Huh ?” You spoke, mouth opened like a fish out of water. He offers a soft small smile on amusement. “Can I ask you something stupid ?” You change the topic not so swiftly. You’re willing to sacrifice a couple of brain cells to save you from this awkward never ending discussion. “There is no childish question.” He states, he sits still in his chair, still confident yet eyeing you somewhat cautiously as you move towards his side as if in secret. “I found a note.” You pull from the banding of your skirt. No pockets, what a joy.

“I don’t understand it and I thought maybe you’d understand it ?” You hand him the note which he carefully takes, you become fidget with your hands as your left empty handed, taking in the slight silence as William opens the folded piece of paper.

“I thought maybe if there was someone I could ask about it would be you ?”

He stares upon the writing, taking it in.

He is the lord of crime is all laid out on the paper. It was then at that exact moment you think you know what Williams face looks like for even a split second when he’s conflicted.

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[kwiis]

MHA brain rot

2497 words. Slice of life-esque (i’m just having fun writing tbh, i think i’m reeaaallly funny)

Reader x someone in mha idk, reader works at some sort of firm.

Working in an office was bland.

You weren’t a secretary or anything, just a person in a glass box going through pages and pages of someone else’s finances.

Clients come and go, there’s the occasional gossip spread by a particularly mean group of middle aged women with the gall to hide daggers in their sleeves just to get ahead of everyone but other than that, there was nothing to do. If it wasn’t for the severe desperation for money that kept you going then you would’ve - A) turned into a Disney princess and live happily ever after with a bird on each shoulder, or B) turned into a hero (or a villain, they’re equally as enticing) ; however, neither of the options seemed likely.

Frankly, you as a whole just weren't that interesting. Your quirk, nullify - as they like to call it, literally doesn’t do anything other than prevent your body from being physically damaged by quirk related attacks, you can’t even control it for gods sake it was - and still is - always on as if you were a light with a broken switch. What are the odds that you manage to pull the most boring quirk from the genetic gacha machine - worst of all, neither of your parents carried this quirk so where the fuck did it come from? Were you a secret lovechild? Is mom and dad not telling you something? God knows. Thankfully, once you reached 17 your parents were kind enough to tell you whence your quirk came and that your grandma had the same quirk. Finally, one mystery solved.

Fast forward a few years and now here you are, working in an office, bound to four walls for - what feels like all eternity but is actually just 7 hours - a day. Excluding the regular overtime that your boss likes to indirectly inflict upon you. Calling him a menace would be an understatement, more like a 4 armed hell-raising demon. It’s like he flips a coin everyday and asks “should I be an asshole or a huge asshole today?”.

You’d been working at the office for a good couple of years yet you still lived in a shadier part of the city, you weren’t a thug of course but that college debt did some real damage to your sad, sad bank account, if a bank account could frown, yours would’ve been violently sobbing with its snot pooling on the floor. You could’ve chosen to live with your parents but the thought of burdening them for a few more years felt wrong ; so what better way is there to save money than to move into the cheapest, habitable apartment you can find and live off of plain pasta until you can afford to move out? And honestly, it wasn’t that bad. Sure there were loud inconsiderate neighbours, sporadic flickering lights and some unearthly being that you were convinced is the ghost of the past tenant living in your home but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.

— — — — — — — — — —

You gather your documents and files into a small briefcase and leave the office. Yet again, your boss had piled more papers on your desk with a sly smile on his face and the words ‘good luck with your client’ leaving his lips. This man is the embodiment of all the reasons why you hate work. By the time you finished it all, it’d already been long past 11pm so no busses were running leaving you to walk back home with your briefcase clutched in your arms. Considering the whereabouts of your apartment, you knew better than to look back when you hear screams being ripped from some poor man’s throat during what you hope assume is a mugging.

Just a few more blocks until you reach home, all you have to do is turn right, walk straight, turn right again into the alleyway to the hidden entrance of your building and… Oh…

There lies your landlord, snivelling on the ground, begging for forgiveness and a…? man? Is that a man? With, what seems to be, strips of overcooked bacon stapled on his face and a parade of blue flames emanating from his palms, threatening to burn the whole building down if my landlord doesn’t pay up for owning a property in his territory. What a fucking joke - who does this man think he is? a magician? Can’t he take his burnt meat elsewhere and perform somewhere that isn’t directly in front of your building?

You're tired, agitated and overall exhausted, but you choose to turn back around the corner and pretend you didn’t see anything knowing that intruding would just make things worse for both you and your landlord. Unluckily for you, you hear the charred man say ‘What was that?’ and slow footsteps walking your way. Thinking under pressure was never your strong point and now, it will be the death of you. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit street for places to hide and then it hits you. You can't hide, not here in an empty street with trash cans full of trash, but you certainly refuse to die now. You start looking for escape routes and then the dark shape of the ladder to your building’s rooftop - which you caught a thief clambering up once - comes into view and bingo! Within a matter of seconds you’re gone, scuttling up the same ladder like a gravity-defying rat with a briefcase that threatens to fall with each movement you take to grab for the ladder.

Once you reach the summit and climb onto the roof, you peer down and see the same burnt-being squinting up your way. Triumphantly, you put both your middle fingers up and watch his brows furrow in pure anger at the sight of your smug expression. Ok maybe you shouldn’t have done that but whatever, you got back to your apartment in one piece, the contents of your briefcase made it home relatively intact and he didn’t follow you home.

In due time you’d come to find out that the lump of coal you had encountered was actually the infamous villain, Dabi, from an uprising villain group known as ‘the League Of Villains’.

— — — — — — — — — —

The following day, you had work, again. And once again, that demon your boss made his daily visit to your desk, dropping so many files onto your desk that you could practically hear the workload - thus, stripping you off the privilege of taking the bus back home. And once again, you took your regular stroll back home, unwillingly basking in the blearing lights from street lamps and police cars.

The moment you opened the door, something felt wrong.

But then again you were too tired and overworked to really care, all you wanted to do was plant your face in between your pillows and turn yourself into a bamboo shoot.

When you turned on the light, the unsightly figure of the man from last night came into focus. Dabi? Was it? You should’ve been fearing for your life and running at your fastest speed but instead, you let out an exasperated huff as you plop your briefcase down and look him straight in the eye. ‘What do you want? I’m exhausted so make it quick’.

Dabi’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at your reaction, he is a murderous criminal standing in your apartment and you’re carelessly worrying over your physical exhaustion, but then again, dressing up in a greasy wifebeater (what an ironic name because that’s exactly what he looks like he’d do to his wife) and a black trench coat that looks like it was sewn together by a 4th grader, makes him look like the weird mean kid from toy story (Sid, the kids name was Sid); he looked significantly less frightening than other villains.

‘how dare you talk to me like that.’ you hear him bellow.

In one swift motion his hand reaches for your wrist and a bright blue flame is pressed onto your skin, you don’t feel fear however, quite the contrary, after all, we all die eventually and frankly, you really didn’t mind dying at the hands of some brazen man with burnt flesh, at least it sounded like a cool and mysterious way to go. But then the stench of this man wafted into your nostrils, how can a man smell like both a wet dog and rotten milk simultaneously, his awful odours might as well be classified as one of the worlds many mysteries, gods, if this is the last thing you smell… and suddenly, your will to live has returned.

After a few seconds, you realise that the flames are taking no effect thanks to your quirk. You have never once been so grateful for your useless quirk. All you can feel is his warm wrinkled flesh on your skin, gross. A few more beats of silence later and some intense bewildered staring and you decide that tonight is gonna be a long night. Is he gonna keep holding your hand all night? Can't he find someone else to hold hands with? What a creep.

‘Who the fuck you calling a creep? I am Dabi, Japan’s best pyromaniac. My flames are more powerful than Endeavours.’ He replies.

‘Get a load of this guy’ you snort under your breath.

Fuck. You said that out loud.

His jaw slacks in awe and his grip loosens, you take the opportunity to squirm out of his grasp and make it run for it. As soon as you reach the outside, fresh, breathable air hits your nostrils and you find yourself apologising for ever saying the city stinks. Behind you were Dabi’s footsteps chasing after you hurriedly, you know this area like the back of your hand so it was no surprise that Dabi lost you eventually, although, by the end of the chase you definitely were hacking up an organ or two and most likely would’ve just dropped dead if it weren’t for the kind, sturdy trash can that gave you enough support to stand. You could hear his frustrated yelling from the main street as you stood catching your breath in an alley, take that sucker, one point to you.

— — — — — — — — — —

Great. Even though you managed to escape Dabi’s grimy hands, you were now in search of a place to sleep, obviously you can't go back to your apartment now because what if that abomination of a human-being was sitting there, waiting for you? Why must the gods target you, what heinous sin could you have possibly committed for them to test you so often, sure once you accidentally melted a whole box of your best friend’s Lego’s in your youth and every so often you succumb to certain human desires but that can’t possibly be the reasoning for your misfortune, why must they choose you and not some other yahoo living an equally miserable life to play with. As you contemplate your life choices, seeking refuge in a nearby hotel for a few days is the only option and thankfully, your area had tons, you just needed to find the right one. Easy enough right?

It took a while of course but eventually you stumbled across a decent looking hotel that looked the right amount of cheap and the right amount of liveable. You walked across the dust-covered carpet and up to the main counter where a woman who looked about her mid 50’s greeted you by looking up from her book, lifting her glasses and looking you up and down with an eyebrow raised to the roof. Well… the customer service might not be great but maybe the rooms will be okay… Upon requesting for a standard room, in which she replied with a silent nod, she gestured for you to follow her, walking up a series of staircases and down an uncomfortably narrow hallway to your room. It wasn’t a great room but it’s far better than what you expected. What you couldn’t understand, however, was why there was a king size bed?

‘I’ll let you know when your partner gets here’

Oh. OH.

By the time you compose yourself enough to respond she’s already halfway down the hallway, turning into the stairwell. Well, it’s better than nothing, who were you to complain about a bigger bed?

You didn’t bring any of your belongings with you but your wallet and phone were stashed in your pocket so you decided to order some takeout. Prices seemingly disappear when you’re running on nothing but the aftereffects of adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream, alas, you settled on 2 small dishes and 1 main dish.

As you leave your room and make your way down to the stairwell, another door swings open and a 5’9 male dressed in a black hoodie and some really worn down jeans walks directly into you (you note down his general appearance to make the police report quicker just incase). His frail frame knocks both of you over like a couple of bowling pins. You’re quick to apologise fearing that he may be some sort of hardened criminal with no mercy for poor, sweat covered people, standing up and going over to help him up, when you realise this man has absolutely no muscle. You’re surprised that he didn’t shrivel away and disintegrate into a pile of bones the moment your bodies collided with all things considered. You reach your hand out, wholly expecting him to accept it but instead he backhand slaps it away with a sharp tsk. He looks up at you and you take note of his features, scruffy white/blue-grey hair, a deep scowl painted over his features, red eyes burning with agitation - which is most definitely your fault, very very arid skin, a scar draped over the corner of his lips, giant eye bags and wrinkles, his neck littered in self-inflicted scratches, and in a sense, he had somewhat cat-like features - but then again who are you to judge, here you are drenched in sweat on your way to collect your greasy takeout.

‘Ah I’m really sorry about that’ you say apologetically, in all honesty this was actually his fault for walking into you so carelessly and yet you were the one apologising.

Before he can reply, a voice behind him calls. ‘What are you doing on the floor Shigaraki?’

Shigaraki…? Sounds familiar.

[friskynotebook]

All the Wasted Time Ch. 1

An Obidala GFFA AU slow-burn romance ❤️

CW: age gap

Summary: Padme needs an escort for a Senate function. Anakin has an idea.

After what feels like a million years of writing and planning, here is my first Obidala multi chapter story! I hope you enjoy ❤️

The title comes from the song "All the Wasted Time" from Jason Robert Brown's brilliant musical Parade. You can listen to the song on the original Broadway cast recording here.

Also on AO3!

“Ani, please?”

“I told you, I can’t!”

Padme and Anakin swept through the Senate halls, escaping the stuffy conference room in the Langston senator’s chambers. They’d been trapped in there for what had to have been hours going through a single paragraph in a new piece of legislation that apparently required both of their presence—though Padme noticed Anakin barely said a word and had to keep pinching himself awake.

“Every time I go to one of these receptions, the off-worlders always hit on me and I’d really rather they didn’t.”

“And I’d love to help you with that but if I cancel on Dorme again, she’ll kill me,” Anakin replied. “Especially if I’m on-planet. She’s scary when she’s mad.”

“We trained her well,” Padme teased. “But that still leaves me dateless.”

“Ask the Chancellor—you can’t get a better date than that.”

She gave Anakin a look. “I’m not asking Mon to be my escort . . . Plus she’s already bringing someone.”

Anakin paused, eyebrows raised. “Oh? Who?”

Padme rolled her eyes. “I swear, you’re a bigger gossip than Obi-Wan.” She bumped his arm and continued walking. “Carlist Rieekan.”

His eyebrows shot even higher. “General Rieekan? From the royal house of Organa? That’s an interesting pairing.” He rubbed his chin in a very Obi-Wan-esque manner.

“Apparently Bail introduced them at a function on Alderaan last month and they hit it off. I didn’t expect her to bring him to a thing so soon.”

“Hey, there’s an idea!” Anakin exclaimed. “Ask the Vice Chair!”

“He’s already bringing Breha,” she sighed. “I guess I’m stuck dodging off-worlders all night.”

“No, no, I’m sure we can figure something else out. There has to be someone . . . Hey, Obi-Wan!”

Padme turned, catching the Jedi master as he left the vice chair’s chambers.

“Hello Anakin, Padme.” He smiled softly at her. 

“Are you free two nights from now?” Anakin asked, not bothering with small talk.

“Anakin, this really isn’t—”

“I am,” Obi-Wan replied. “Why?”

“Well,” Anakin grinned. “Padme has—”

“I can find my own—”

“—an event coming up and needs an escort,” Anakin finished, not missing a beat. “Think of it as helping a friend in need—protecting Padme’s peace.”

“Anakin—” Obi-Wan began.

“If Padme is at peace, then she’s better equipped to handle the needs of the galaxy. And isn’t protecting the galaxy and serving its needs the heart of our Code?”

Obi-Wan sighed a deep, long-suffering sigh.

“Come on, Master, it could be fun!”

Obi-Wan cocked a brow. “A night with other politicians is not what I’d consider fun. Present company excluded, of course.”

“But Obi-Wan, Padme’s desperate!”

Padme smacked Anakin’s arm and sighed, hoping she wouldn’t implode from embarrassment. “It’s really not a big deal, but if I go alone, I always end up getting harassed and hit on the entire night. These things are never exactly fun, but they’re infinitely easier when I can just . . .”

“Do what you must?” Obi-Wan asked as he turned to her, his eyes sparkling.

She scoffed. “Yeah, something like that.”

“In that case, I’d be honored to escort you, Senator.”

Padme blinked. Obi-Wan was a gentleman—elegant and infinitely polite. They’ve also spent plenty of time together over the years. But somehow, she never fully expected him to just agree without any further context. “Oh, Obi-Wan you really don’t have to do that—”

“See? Problem solved! Thanks, Master.” Anakin patted Obi-Wan’s shoulder and walked off, winking at Padme as he disappeared around a corner.

Padme blushed, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. “Look, I’m sure you know better than anyone that Anakin is a force of nature when he wants to be, but don’t feel like you have to escort me just because he bullied you into it.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, holding his hands behind his back and falling into step beside her. “I assure you, Padme, I truly don’t mind accompanying you.”

She fiddled with the datapad in her other hand. “I know he was putting pressure on you and it’s very hard to say no to him—”

“I’ve perfected the art of telling Anakin no over the years,” he smirked. “It’s a skill I could have employed at any time. Trust me, I am not doing anything I do not wish to do.”

They reached Padme’s chambers, and she turned to face Obi-Wan. “Well, in that case . . . pick me up at my apartment? At 7:30?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“Alright. Thank you,” she smiled, turning to her door. But before she could open it, she spun back around, bumping into Obi-Wan’s chest slightly. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Truly?”

He steadied her, cocking his head to the side and smiling softly. “I am. Who knows? It might even be fun.”

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[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : XVI |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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Taehyung was uncomfortable. It was certainly visible on his face as he watched the world move around him, desperately looking for his boyfriend. He'd thought he'd stumbled into a normal gala, but was stunned by the strange atmosphere. Everyone, including himself, was wearing a mask, hiding in the darkness of the place any identity that could potentially be compromised. It was the kind of terrifying event where you learn after a parade that several people have gone missing at the same time. The man could see why little Kiyeon had stayed in the cottage, while the two adults went out.

« - What a delightful creature we have here. A lovely prize.

- Excuse me? »  

The man's gaze on his body made him shiver softly as he searched harder for a point of contact from Jungkook, lost he knew not where in the crowd. In the darkness of the room, barely lit by blue and red neon lights, he can only make out the curves of the male figure. Quite tall, slim and obviously not very muscular, the man paused for a moment, certainly to get a better look at the "creature", before emitting an almost animal-like sound, the kind of sound that only uneducated men could make without shame.

« - Are you lost somewhere ? Perhaps you're expecting someone?

 - My boyfriend is in the crowd.

 - Oh. And who is he? »  

As if he didn't believe it, the man searched among the various heads around, following every curve, every person, surely to make sure no one was coming or watching the scene. A chuckle comes over him, making Taehyung's fingers tremble on his glass and anxiety starts to catch in his throat. Once again, doubt settled in his stomach, gripping him painfully. Hadn't Jungkook done something like this to him: brought him here just to be watched like cattle, before disappearing with his winnings? How much was a pediatrician worth to people like them? He didn't really want to know, so when the stranger stepped forward to touch him Taehyung stepped back, almost knocking over another guest who moved away with a wicked look on his face.

« - Come on, I don't intend to do anything strange to you. Not until I'm sure of the merchandise.

I'm not for sale. My boyfriend is somewhere in the crowd.

Treasures. A jewel like this, you don't forget it in a crowd full of hunters."

A new movement almost makes Taehyung faint, cornered between the crowd of disinterested people and the man, before a firm, cold hand settles against his hips. He can see the stranger recoil slightly, and a new feeling overcomes him. He was so sure of himself up until now, but now he's nervous, going from Taehyung to Jungkook, as if he didn't really understand what he was observing.

« - Mr Jeon. I see you've recovered well from your… accident.

 - You too, Mr Damarro. I can thank my doctor, but I suppose it's your hatred of everything that's kept you alive.

 - I see it hasn't exhausted your sense of humour. »  

Jungkook is tense. Damarro, the name rings in Taehyung's ears as if he's heard it somewhere before, but he's sure of it, the voice doesn't say anything to him. He doesn't really have time to ask himself many questions, already the fingers on his hips are getting firmer and Jungkook is forcing him to move to a more strategic spot. There's more light, fewer people, and the youngest's first instinct is to check that nothing bad has happened to him. As if the simple fact of talking to this Damarro could have done him any harm. Yet his eyebrows furrow and his cheeks puff out, he couldn't care less about his lover's concern at the moment.

« -What did you come here for, Jungkook? To sell me? To buy humans? What kind of sick plan is that?!

 - I came here for business. Nothing more.

 - And what business is that exactly? Sponsoring groundhogs? Let me guess, she has a phone number and sells for a good price.

 - Taehyung… Let me explain, okay?

 - I don't wanna. No Jungkook. I don't want to let you explain. I want to go home. Tomorrow. »  

And without further ado from his lover, Taehyung turned on his heels, a strange feeling of disgust mixed with fear almost making him run back to the cottage as he ran a hand through his hair. Outside, the snow had resumed its icy waltz as hot tears rolled down Taehyung's cheeks.

-x-

« - So you're part of a mafia gang, working with another mafia gang? And now you've rebelled because it seems inhuman. But you're still killing people, forcing some into prostitution, and getting rid of the ones you don't like? »  

Jimin looks at him, stunned by what the man in front of him has just told him. Yoongi doesn't seem any less handsome, or even disturbed by this abbreviated summary of what Jimin had understood. There is a heavy silence between the two, before Jimin decides to stand up under the watchful gaze of what had been, or is, his lover. He couldn't believe his ears, played with the sleeves of his oversized jumper and pinched his lower lip. Finally he looks at Yoongi in a new light, his mind going from really angry, because he was right: Min Yoongi really had planned to pimp him out, to terribly wrong, knowing that their boss was with his best friend.

« - Why are you just telling it to me now?

 - Would you rather I told you some other way? Hey Jimin, I'm Suga, the pimp of the dancers in the club you go to every day, have we met?

 - You had it all planned? The kidnap in front of the hospital, the assault? What happened after that?

 - We hadn't planned that. Hoseok fucked up. But the rest did. To make sure you hadn't recognized us, we followed you.

 - But you understood that we didn't? Didn't you?

 - I wasn't sure. Then everything went haywire. And Jungkook kept busting our balls with his orders. First we had to shoot you, then we had to protect you. Talk about a temperamental kid. »  

Yoongi's foot comes to rest against the table as he takes a long breath, a long drag from his cigarette, before spitting it out with a huff, turning on his heels to look Jimin up and down, as if trying to understand him, to fathom him. The silence makes Jimin nervous, and he can't help looking at Yoongi's belt, pinching his lip even more nervously, making himself bleed at the same time. What's next? The question rings like a threat in his ears as he realizes the full extent of the danger he's in, several horrific thoughts flooding his mind, grabbing him by the throat as he shakes, takes a few steps back, searches for stability. Maybe Taehyung was already dead, or sold by now. Maybe Elyzabeth was in a cellar, ready to be prostituted. Jimin holds back a sob, he was going to be the last one, the one to complete the circle. When Yoongi came closer, a squeak of pure fright passed his lips, while the other sighed, a breath that smelt of cigarettes and mint. But also regret and apology.

« - I'm not going to do anything to you. Not because Jungkook ordered me to keep you here, but because I thought you'd understood after the six months we've spent together.

 - I don't know… I don't know any more, our relationship is based on a lie.

 - No, it isn't. I mean it when I say I love you. »  

It seems to frustrate him to have to say it so softly, to have to be careful with every word, every gesture. But Yoongi seems reassured when he finally comes to touch Jimin. A tender caress, before pulling him against him. He was tired of the three days of cat and mouse between them, he missed Jimin; the cuddles, the kisses, the sex. It all seemed so long ago, he'd almost forgotten what a night after indulging in sin and depravity felt like.

« - Tell me you love me, Jimin. Please tell me you love me like you've never loved me before. Swear to me that you love me with all your soul. Even if you're lying, even if you don't know, even if you're lost. Tell me…

 - I love you Yoongi. »  

He didn't think, jumping on top of him, their lips meeting; colliding, their tongues curling against each other, as Yoongi let himself be lifted up and thrown onto the bed. It was as if they were meeting for the first time, as if it was their first time, it was delicious and terrifying, Jimin's heart losing itself between the moment and the desire to run away. But it was so good, so incredible, that he couldn't think of anything else but the moment, their bodies colliding with a violence that neither of them could complain about, leaving blue and red patches and scratches. When the passion subsides, breathless, Jimin lets himself fall back into the bed, before turning to the naked man beside him.

« - And now? What are we?

 - What we've always been. A couple in love. Even if I haven't been very… straight with you. I'll only hide from you what my boss wants me to.

 - Oh. You'd lie to me again? You'd lie to me again? Jimin's fingers run against Yoongi's body, making him moan slightly. Careful, I might deprive you of something like that.

 - You wouldn't?!

 - I promise you I would. »  

[wsdwriting]

part 2! continues almost directly after

Luz brings her phone and the scrap of paper to breakfast. Amalia sees both and frowns. 

“Did you seriously text her?” 

“Not yet!” She throws them both on the counter and sighs. “I’m just… thinking still. Like, okay—was she hot?”

Amalia hums, thinking, and turns her focus back to her breakfast. Which prompts Luz to actually start on hers. 

“You seemed… into her, I guess.” Amalia admits. 

“Like into her into her, or just looking for free drinks into her?”

“I don’t know!” She sighs. “You’re very convincing, you know?”

It is something she’s been honing for a while. She doesn’t care to seek out free drinks, exactly, but if someone offers… Well, she thinks by now she knows the exact level of interest she needs to show to a stranger to keep that going. 

Amalia isn’t a stranger, though. 

“But you always see through me.” 

More than that—Amalia seemed to know her even when they were strangers. Like those beautiful brown eyes of theirs could see into the depths of Luz’s soul. It was an exhilarating feeling. It still is.

“I guess…” They pause, thinking again. “It seemed… genuine. From what I could tell, at least.”

“Okay…”

Luz picks up her phone, but doesn’t do anything with it yet—just keeps her fingers ready to input the number and send a message. Standing at the edge of the cliff, getting herself ready to leap off before she can change her mind. 

“Maybe I should just text her…” She muses. “I mean—one date can’t hurt, right? Just to make sure?”

Amalia hums noncommittally. 

Then Luz’s phone buzzes. 

A message notification from an unknown number reading, “Hi. This is Jude from the club last night.” flashes on screen.

Cold dread washes through her. 

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Luz checks the number against the one on the paper—perfect match. 

“Oh my god.”

“Luz?” Luz looks over at them. They’ve abandoned their food entirely—turned towards Luz with a frown. “What’s wrong?” 

“I gave her my number, too!” 

“Oh.” Amalia’s face goes through a complicated parade of emotions that Luz is too hungover to process. “Wow.”

“I never do that!” She checks the numbers again. “What the fuck? Why did I do that? My god…”

Another message comes through. 

“I’m not sure how well you remember, but I was hoping we could talk a bit more about what we were talking about last night. Maybe over lunch?”

“Holy shit—she just asked me out.” 

“Let me see.” 

Amalia crowds in close to her to read the texts over her shoulder. They’re both in English, but that’s not surprising—they did all run away to Australia, after all.

“What do I say?” Luz asks, desperation tinging her tone. “Do I say yes?”

“Um…” Amalia doesn’t look at her—eyes fixated on the screen. “It’s… your relationship, right? Why are you asking me?”

“Because this never happens and I need advice!” Luz pulls away so she can meet Amalia’s eyes. “You’re pretty put together, right?”

A laugh escapes from their lips. They seem just as startled as Luz feels. 

“I guess?”

“Listen, just, uh…” Luz groans and collapses onto the table, gripping at her hair. “Fuck. You said I was pretty into her, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So…” She turns her head to look pathetically up at Amalia, “I should say yes, right?”

“I mean…” Amalia sighs. “You—You don’t really give your phone number out to people, right? The last time you did was with…”

“You.” Luz finishes.

“Yeah.”

Luz bites her lip, trying to stop the so I must really like her then, huh? from bubbling out of her mouth. Now is not the time to revisit her silly unrequited crush. 

Not after apparently being clingy enough to get Amalia to sleep in the same bed as her—how wouldn’t they connect two and two together? There’s no point to ruining a friendship when she potentially already has a date lined up. Right?

“Well… it’s—it’s like I was saying, I guess…” Luz hesitantly saves the phone number as Jude. “One date can’t hurt?”

“And…” Amalia sighs. “And you know me and Miguel will be ready to bail you out if things turn bad.”

“Exactly! And, uh, thank you for that—by the way.”

“No problem.” Amalia checks her phone and grimaces. “Listen, I gotta go—I was supposed to meet Mel a few minutes ago.”

“Oh! Of course.” She puts her phone down long enough to wave goodbye. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you.”

Amalia leaves without dealing with their plate, but Luz will call it even since they made breakfast. The door slams shut, and Luz turns back to her phone. 

“Sure!” She sends. “When works for you?”

——

hope you enjoyed the follow up \o/!!

little snippet of writing for these guys \o/ if you’d like, listen to Susie Save Your Love by Allie X to hear the song that inspired this bit!!

(go here for character information)

reblogs appreciated \o/!!

Luz wakes up with a piercing headache, and curled around someone. She squirms—pulling herself in closer and pressing her face more firmly against the other person. Tries desperately to block out the light leaking through her eyelids. 

Her movement wakes them, though. They stretch, before laughing softly and running a hand through her hair. 

“Good morning, Luz.” Comes Amalia’s amused voice. 

Luz freezes. Tries to run through her memories to figure out what events led her to here—except she can’t recall anything. Stupid alcohol. 

She pulls away, braving the sunlit room. 

“‘Morning.” She mutters, throwing an arm over her eyes. 

“Let me get the curtains.” 

The bed dips and creaks as Amalia leaves it. Luz listens to the sound of curtains being tugged tightly closed, and removes her arm to probably the darkest they’ll get during the day in a room like this. 

Amalia flops back onto the bed, crawling under the covers. Her hair is messy, and she still hasn’t taken her makeup off from last light, and she looks beautiful. 

And Luz really shouldn’t be having those thoughts even if both of them are single. 

But… then again… they also spent the night together. And she’s wearing one of Luz’s shirts. 

“Um…” As much as she’s almost too nervous to ask, she has to know. “Did we…?”

“Luz!” Amalia exclaims, sounding a little scandalised. But before Luz can panic too much, she laughs. “No, no. You were much too drunk, anyway. I just drove you home, and you got clingy.”

Embarrassing, but probably less of a mess than fucking her friend. 

“Ah.” She tugs the covers up to hide her face a little. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine—I don’t mind.” Amalia smiles. “I wouldn’t have signed myself up as designated driver if I did.”

“True, true.”

“There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table, by the way.”

Luz turns so fast she flares up her nausea and has to take a second to recover. Amalia does not manage to cover her laugh. Not that Luz thinks she was particularly trying to. 

“You’re a life saver, Pedra.” Luz declares, quickly swallowing down the painkillers. 

“It’s nothing.” But Luz can tell she’s pleased. “I just figured since I was already here… oh, and by the way”—she plucks a small piece of paper from her bedside table—“you got someone’s number.”

“Oh, man…” Unsurprising, even though she’s been trying not to do that recently. “Do you remember who’s it is?”

“Not really.” Amalia looks over the paper like it’ll help her remember. “She was bald, I think. And pretty butch. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying much attention—too focused on getting you home, you know?” 

Luz tries to conjure the memories to mind and fails miserably. 

“What should I do with it?” Amalia asks, leaning to the side to dangle it over where Luz knows her rubbish bin by the desk is. “Put it with the others?”

They’ve gone through this whole post-club song and dance before—even if Amalia has never actually stayed the night. Luz throws away almost every number she gets, but that’s usually because she was just flirting to get free drinks. 

This time she can’t remember what happened. It could’ve been someone she really hit it off with—like Amalia. And even if it truly is like what happened with Amalia and she just gets a new friend, that’s a good thing, too. 

“No, no, I… I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll… think about it?” Amalia raises her eyebrows.

“I just want to see if I remember more, you know?” Then she groans. “Besides—I, um… I need a rebound after that last guy.”

“I thought you were over him.”

“I am! Miguel even made sure I deleted his number because they’ve seen what happens if I don’t. Just…” She sighs. “It’ll be easier with someone else, you know? So I can stop thinking about him entirely.”

Amalia opens her mouth likes she’s going to say something. Then she seems to think better of it and leans back to the bed, depositing the paper on the bedside table again. 

“If you’re sure.” She settles on. 

“Well… I guess I am… Maybe I’ll get some memories back after breakfast and decide to chuck it, anyway.” Luz says, laughing a little. “But we exchanged numbers at a club. So you never know, right?” 

“Right.” Amalia climbs out of bed, and heads to the door. “Wait here, I’ll go make breakfast.” 

“You’re my saviour, Pedra!” Luz calls after her. 

She doesn’t get a response, but figures Amalia was already too far away to bother. So, she curls up in the blankets again, content to catch a few more minutes of sleep before breakfast is ready.

——

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[pariahsparadise]

fake outs and make outs | j. m.

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part one / part two / ?

word count- 1.5k 

pairings- jj maybank x fem!reader, slight rafe cameron x fem!reader (past)

author’s note- not enough jj shit out there. will probably do a part two.

warnings- unedited, swearing, underage drinking, drug use (mentioned)

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

JJ was tired of the sight in front of him.

You, in all your kook splendour, tapping away nervously at your phone, the food in front of you growing cold as the empty seat across from you grew even colder. It was obvious that Rafe was going to stand you up yet again, based on how long you had already been sitting alone in the restaurant. JJ and you had never got along particularly well, something you summed up to being from different parts of Outer Banks, but even he didn’t want you to go through this.

He had seen it happen plenty of times already, the nights always ending with you leaving sadly, walking past him without so much as a look in his direction. You tried to pass it off as arrogance, but he could still see the shame inscribed into your features.

One day, JJ decided, as he took your bill to you and watched as you felt around for your wallet, Rafe was going to get exactly what he deserved. If not from him, it would come from you. He could see it in the hard set of your jaw, your cold and calculating gaze, and a shudder went through him, unable to feel a little scared.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It happened faster than he thought.

One second, everything was normal. And the next, everyone was freaking out, because the Kook Queen and her King had broken up, and now Y/N was up for grabs. A lot of guys had been vying for your attention, under the surface, though, always too scared to make a move whilst you were parading around with Rafe Cameron.

But now? They were sure to be surfacing, like sharks drawn to flesh.

It’s why he was confused to see you approaching him as he wiped down a table in the corner.

“Date me.”

Of all the words JJ Maybank expected from you, those were far off the list, and he choked on air, sputtering a confused, “Excuse me?”

“Well, fake-date me. I’d pay you to do it, it’ll be well worth your time.”

It was almost unnatural to see the cool, collected Y/N seem so desperate, so he couldn’t help asking, “What kind of crack are you on? And would you be willing to share-”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Maybank, I’m dead serious. But if you aren’t interested, I can always go ask someone else-” You pivoted on your heel, now facing the direction of the exit, but before you could start walking away, JJ spoke up again.

“No, I’m interested!”

You turned and raised an eyebrow at that, so he rushed to move the conversation along, “Why, though? And why me?”

You answered his second question first, “I think we’ve already established that I could go ask someone else, so there’s really no reason I asked you, except for the fact that you were the person I found first. As for why, well, I just want to get back at Rafe.”

When JJ’s brow furrowed, you pressed on, “I thought breaking up with him would finally make him realise what an idiot he’s been, but he doesn’t give a shit. All I’ve seen him do since is stick his tongue down other girl’s throats- like we never even happened. Which is fine, really, I wish that was the case. But I still want to get back at him, and I think pretending like I’ve moved on would do that.”

“Pretending?” JJ piped up, “So, you haven’t moved on?”

“Of course not,” you said a little exasperatedly, “He’s a fucking idiot, but he was my fucking idiot for five months.”

“Right,” the expression JJ’s wearing is inscrutable, but you can see he’s on the verge of saying no to you, so you groan. “Oh, come on! I know you hate Rafe, and he hates you, so why pass up on this chance of messing with him? Getting with his ex, isn’t it the perfect revenge?”

You look at him like you’re offering him everything he wants on a silver platter, which in a way, you are.

“How much will you pay me?” JJ eventually asks, and you scoff a laugh.

“We can work that out later, Maybank. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” 

He shakes your hand.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The two of you announce your “relationship” at the next party at the beach. You had spent the entire night glued to JJ’s side, earning confused glances from his Pogue friends, but he just shrugged and winked, which led to them exchanging eyerolls. The only one who didn’t look at ease was Pope, and the way he was eyeing JJ’s arm wrapped around you led you to believe that it would be harder fooling him than the others. 

“Let’s dance,” JJ said, spotting the back of Rafe’s head already in the middle of the jumping crowd.

You let him pull you to your feet, interlacing your fingers with his in a smooth motion that makes his breath catch in his throat, before leading him to the teenagers already calling out your names. 

You flash him a smile and let go of his hand, throwing both of yours up to acknowledge your friends in the crowd and start dancing. JJ joins you almost immediately, and the two of you dance around and with each other smoothly, attracting stares from a few people, but only one of them really matters. 

As the song ends, you suddenly twine your arms around JJ’s neck, pulling him tauntingly close to you. You lipsync the words of the outro of the song as his hands find your waist, and now he’s close enough to hear that you’re actually singing along. His eyes flick down to your lips and up again to see if you’ve noticed, but you have. Instead of scolding him or moving away, you shift a fraction closer, giving him a smile, and fuck, he really wants to kiss you.

He doesn’t, though, because someone grabs your wrist and pulls you away. Cameron stalks away with you in tow, and you look over your shoulder to meet JJ’s eyes to give him a shrug and mouth Wow, that was fast. He just rolls his eyes at you and walks away from the blasting music, grabbing a few drinks and downing them one after the other.

He still can’t stop his jaw from clenching, his teeth from gritting. JJ doesn’t question why.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“He’s a prat!” You explode one day.

JJ and you have been keeping up your ruse for around a month now, and he can see you slowly grow more comfortable around him. That night Rafe dragged you away didn’t lead to anything, you had told him, all he did was yell about JJ and “dirty pogues” before falling asleep right there on the docks.

“Welcome to reality,” JJ snarks, successfully dodging the pillow you lob at his head. “What did Cameron do this time?”

Wordlessly, you hand him your phone- JJ marvels at the amount of trust you have in him- before glancing down at the screen, wincing as he looks at Rafe’s Instagram story, who is busy sucking face with a Kook chick who looks rather familiar.

“Rita,” you name her and JJ nods in recognition, giving you your phone back as you continue, “She’s one of my friends.”

“Some friend,” JJ mutters, but you press on, “He’s totally doing this to get to me, I know it.”

“Well,” the blonde boy points out, “You are dating one of his enemies just to get back at him, so-”

“I know,” you groan out, rubbing a hand down your face, and JJ hates how tired your features look when they appear again, eyebags etched into your skin. “I know,” you say again, quieter, catching him off-guard with your next question.

“Are we bad people? For doing this, I don’t know. I thought I’d feel better, but I don’t. All he does is cocaine, it’s a little sad-”

“Definitely not,” JJ says quickly, his voice holding a little too much feeling, so he pauses to rid himself of it. He doesn’t question why the thought of ending your little ruse makes him feel so sick inside, he just talks. “He totally deserves it for everything he put- is putting you through- so no, we’re not bad people. Call it teenage angst or whatever makes you feel better, but that prat,” he throws your words back at you and you chuckle, “-deserves it. And worse.”

“Thanks, J,” you say, and squeeze his hand.

He freezes, because he hadn’t even realised you were holding it. He simply squeezes yours back and shoots you a hopefully-convincing smile as he comes to terms with the thought snagged in the back of his head, nagging him incessantly.

Letting go of you, of this “fake” relationship? It’s going to be much harder than he thought it would be.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

part two is out!

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

[cutiecorner]

Anything You Need

Fanfic • Agere • Multi-chapter • 1/? • setup, agere only mentioned • light warning - mental health struggle • Steven Universe Future • Regressing! Steven, Caregiver! Greg • AO3

《 finally putting pen to paper on the Steven Universe agere series I've been thinking up! Coincidentally, I got a request for a cg Greg fic, so thanks to that requestor for kicking off my series! I might still write a short cuter drabble since this one starts a little angsty and is also unfinished, but regardless, here we go! If you'd like to keep up to date on the fic as it's unfolding, check it out on AO3!》

Greg had been hovering for weeks.

It was an understandable response. His son had turned into a giant monster barely a month ago, what father wouldn’t be worried? At that crisis point, he said something to Steven, and he meant it with every bone in his body - “ Anything you need, I’m here for you”. He would cross the galaxy for his son, hell, he already had, but he had the itching feeling Steven just couldn’t be open about his needs. Greg knew he hadn’t been the best father, it was something he regretted every day. He tried his best - what parent doesn’t - but he was 20. He didn’t know anything about kids! He just knew he wanted one, he wanted a family, he’d work out the details later. Oh, and not to mention, the mother of his child was a literal alien. That threw a planet sized wrench into the mix. 

But he was older now, more mature. He had learned. Once Steven started showing signs of trauma he learned even more, he kicked into overdrive trying to help his son but by the time he got there it was too late. Regardless, all they had was the present. And now he did know better, he knew how to care for Steven and he wanted to desperately. Sure, he babied him a little now, but he couldn’t help it. He knew Steven was old enough to do things on his own, but all Greg wanted to do was make up for all the times Steven had to do them on his own when he wasn’t old enough. He just wanted a second chance.

Steven was… conflicted. He appreciated all his dad did for him then and now, but he had a hard time accepting it. That broody little teenage voice in his head kept going off - What does he know? You’re not a kid anymore. He should stop treating you like one. But then again, it felt … nice. To be cared for. Not that he’d ever admit it, but deep down something in him jumped at the opportunity to just leave stuff to other people. He spent so much time caring for others, including his dad, that it just felt foreign to be on the receiving end of it. It took some getting used to, and he wasn’t quite to the point that some ego inside him wouldn’t push back against any acts of kindness toward him. 

Either way, it was a touch annoying just how present his dad was. By the request of his therapist, someone had to be with Steven at all times, so Greg opted to move into the beach house. The house was incredibly open, so privacy was not a real option for Steven, especially when his dad popped in to check on him every five minutes. It was a constant parade of check ins, reminders, snacks, everything. Steven was grateful but really - he didn’t need his dad within sight every second.

…Until he did.

Steven knew relapse was a possibility. His myriad of mental illnesses was not something one just willed away once they got a big hug from everyone in their life. But when he fell back into it, he fell hard. And it hurt. This time was different, he didn’t have a … reason. He wasn’t going through a transition period anymore. He had a constant orbit of support systems. What was wrong now? Why was this still happening? Why did he still feel this shitty? Feeling defeated, he brought it up with his therapist.

“I just don’t get it. I thought I was fixed. I thought it was over. What did I do this time?” Steven pulled his knees to his chest in shame, and Dr. Endeara listened.

“After all the changes in the last year, it can be hard to readjust. But first of all, you’re not -”

“I’m not a problem to be fixed. I know,”

“I guess I have gotten through to you on some level,” Dr.Endeara chuckled.

“I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but it’s not something you did. It’s what you’ve been through. Even when things are good in your life, past traumas can creep up. It’s just a part of life, for everyone, and the best we can do is find a healthy ways to cope with and work through that trauma when it reappears,”

That wasn’t what Steven wanted to hear. It wasn’t great to lie to a patient, but he didn’t think ‘ that’s the breaks, kid’ was an especially therapeutic way of going about things. 

“What has been helping you get through these periods?”

Steven just shrugged. ‘Getting through’ was kind of an overstatement.

“Well, how about we brainstorm things together. Who is available to help you?”

He immediately thought of his dad. He was incredibly available.

“I don’t know… my dad, I guess?”

“That’s great. What do you want from your dad?”

That was a weird question. Unexpectedly loaded to say the least. There was a beat of silence between them as Steven tried to gather the many things that came to mind. 

“I don’t know I guess I just want him to… be a dad if that makes sense? I spent so much of my life being taken care of by the gems it kind of feels like he just left me in someone else’s hands. And because he did that I never really got a chance to just, be someone’s son you know? I wasn’t just some kid I was Steven Universe-”

He’d gotten more worked up than he realized. He had unfurled from his position and was on the edge of his seat. He tried to reel himself back.

“So I guess like… one childhood please?” He chuckled, strained. 

Dr. Endeara put a hand on her chin. She surveyed her notes, looking from them to Steven, and seemed to come to a conclusion.

“Well, if that’s something you struggle with I do have something that may help you work through that feeling.”

Steven watched as she fished through her many pamphlets. Dr.Endeara loved pamphlets, as if she were afraid her patients would forget if they didn’t have written list of what she wanted from them. It was kind of like homework. She passed him the pamphlet, and he was immediately drawn to (and confused by) the title.

“...Age regression? Like you want me to shapeshift?”

That made Dr. Endeara laugh. Steven liked it when she laughed, it was a moment of connection to remind him that they were truly close and she cared about him. Also it made him feel like he was doing a good job at therapy.

“No, Steven. It’s a coping mechanism some people use to heal what’s called your ‘inner child’.”

“Inner child?”

“Yeah, it’s like the little part of you that’s still a kid. They're still hurt by the things that hurt you back then, and they want the things you lacked in childhood. By attending to their needs, it helps you cope with those things and work through them.”

“So… what does that mean?”

“Well, you can heal the inner child in a lot of ways. But one way is through age regression - temporarily reverting to a younger state of mind.”

Revert to a younger state of mind? This whole thing was starting to… ring some bells.

“It can be something you do individually, but sometimes people have others they trust take care of them as a bonding experience. Maybe you could -”

“... have my dad take care of me.”

“If it’s not something you’d find helpful, that’s totally okay. I just thought I’d bring it up so you knew it was an option,” Dr. Endeara closed her notebook and set it aside - her little cue that it was the end of their time.

Steven looked at the pamphlet again before putting it in his pocket. 

“Thanks Doc, you’ve given me a lot to think about."

[oilivia]

"You wore that just for me?" - Tsukishima x Reader

a/n: reposting this as i had to take it down due to the banner. this fic is an edited and mostly rewritten old piece and it’s one of my favorites! smut after the cut.

tw: hard dom Tsukki, s/m dynamic, degradation, dumbification, rough oral (m receiving), fingering, overstim, mindbreak, aftercare

wordcount: 2.4k

"You're such a needy slut. I bet your cunt is already drenched and I haven't even touched you yet." You knew you were in trouble from the way Tsukishima smirked,  a devilish glint in his eyes. "What, cat got your tongue, little baby? You want me so much that you won't even wait for your dessert to arrive?"

"Kei, what if someone hears you? Y-You shouldn't say things like these in public," your cheeks felt on fire, his words stirring something deep in your core. You rubbed your thighs together under the table to relieve a bit of the pressure, your needy cunt aching to be touched. Even that little bit of friction felt so good, but you needed more. 

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, I can see your legs shifting. I know you're trying to get off. And you say I'm the pervert? Aren't you scared they'll notice how hungry you are for my cock?" You felt his hand rub your knee, his fingers pinching painfully at your exposed skin. "Tell me, baby, would you rather have the chocolate mousse or my fingers fucking you deep inside your cunt?"

You knew when you got dressed for your date that your outfit was going to drive Tsukishima crazy. It was his favorite color and the cut of the dress hugged your hips just right. But you still didn't expect him to start teasing you like this in the middle of the restaurant. His words were sending shivers down your spine directly to your core and the last thing you wanted was for people to notice how flustered you were. 

"I don't think it's polite to leave before our order arrives, Kei." There was a note of hesitation in your voice and judging by the grin on his face, you could tell he noticed. You hoped he’d let it go, but you knew him better than that. Oh, he would use every last bit of ammunition. You braced yourself, his grip on your knee tightening, nails digging into the supple skin just enough to pull a soft mewl from you. 

"So you think it's more polite to parade that shapely ass of yours in that low-cut dress, hmm? I can perfectly see your every curve, you could as well be naked." How you wished you could wipe that confident smirk off his face. But you couldn't, not when you could barely look at him, too embarrassed to hold his teasing gaze for more than a few seconds. "Tell me, did you wear that dress so everyone could see how much of a slut you are, or did you just want to get my attention?"

"Kei, I thought you would like it," you confessed reluctantly after a moment, your eyes darting to his to gauge his reaction. He looked pleased. Too pleased.

Tsukishima lifted his hand from your leg and grinned, a hint of something darker in his tone as he spoke “I’ll ask for the check and for the dessert to go. I think someone needs to learn what happens when they try to tease me.”

He ordered a taxi and the whole way to your apartment his fingers would wander up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to the hem of your panties. Whenever you looked up at him though, Tsukishima was looking out the window with a disinterested look on his face.

 He feigned indifference so well that you would think the way he played with you did nothing for him. But you could see the outline of his cock twitching in his pants whenever he brushed his hand against the cloth separating it from your heat. If only he moved his fingers a little bit up so it would graze your clit. You wanted his touch so badly you thought you were going crazy. 

Still, he gave you no satisfaction. But once inside your apartment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest, tightening his arms around you. You gulped. “Where do you think you’re running to, baby? There’s no getting out of this. You wanted my attention and now you got it, pretty little slut. Yeah, you know just what you're doing strutting that ass around, don't play coy now."

He released his hold on you, but before you could do anything he grabbed you by your hair, commanding in a saccharine tone "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees, I know how desperate you are for my cock.”

You felt your folds grow wetter at his words. You knew he was right, you were a slut. Otherwise, why would the way he degraded you make you into such a needy mess? Why did you want so badly to push him, to have him take control of you?

"I need to get changed Kei, can’t this wait a bit?” You knew that disobeying him when he was in this mood spelled punishment for you, but punishment was exactly what you craved. You wanted him to use you, make you his little sex toy. 

“Now, now, you know what happens to whores who talk back, don’t you?” in a flash his hand was between your legs, middle finger probing at your covered slit. “I can already feel how soaked you are. Don’t try to play me, we both know you want to choke on my cock.” His other hand reached for your neck and with a sadistic smile on his face he clasped his fingers around it painfully, cutting your blood flow. “Tell me, will you get on your knees or do I have to make you?”

You let out a whimper, making a desperate attempt to nod. He loved seeing you like this, his smart and beautiful girl reduced to a dumb slut at his fingertips. The way your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed without making a sound, pliant body shaking and squirming, it sent pleasurable jolts to his cock. 

Once he finished admiring you, he released your neck, eyes still locked on yours as he started to unzip his pants, freeing his erection. You kneeled, looking up at him “Open your mouth and suck it”. Without putting up any resistance you parted your lips, taking his throbbing cock inside your hot mouth. His precum coated your tongue and his scent filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating, you felt your panties getting drenched with your juices.

He grabbed your hair, pushing you deeper against his shaft, making you choke on his length. Your neck hurt, burning from the way he choked you. His tip hit the back of your throat with each thrust and he roughly pulled at your hair, fucking your face with little regard for how it felt for you. He was using you. But why was it tuning you on? You wanted him to touch you, craved to feel more of him, wanted to be used. But mostly you wanted him to help you alleviate some of the pressure that had been piling up in your core for the past hour.

“Don’t assume I don’t know what you want, baby. I can see you looking at me with those pleading eyes, like a famished little cockslut. Is pleasing me not doing enough for your hungry cunt, hmm?” you whimpered at his words, his pace picking up “If you want me to indulge you, show me that you’re a good girl. Take my whole cock down that slutty throat of yours and I’ll make you cum.”

After a couple more minutes, Tsukishima stopped his thrusts with a smirk and let you take control of the movements. You braced yourself, taking his cock deeper and deeper, inch by inch, desperate to please him. Tears welled up in your eyes from the strain and before long they were running down your face, ruining your perfect makeup. He pulled his length out of your abused throat and cooed, cupping your cheeks with a twisted smile “Now, that’s my good little slut. It wasn't that hard now, was it? Go lie on the bed and wait – no touching yourself.”

A few moments later he was between your legs, fingers brushing your thighs as you moaned, his feathery touches setting your skin ablaze. “K-Kei, I-I need you, p-please, I can’t t-take the teasing. I-I need more!” you begged as your hands gripped the sheets.

“Tsk, tsk, you should know by now that telling me not to tease you will just make me want to tease you more. I'm disappointed, I thought you would be smarter than this. I have nothing else to do tonight and I can just stay here and touch, fondle, kiss and fuck you to the brink of orgasm until you’re begging for me to make you cum and then stop. Rinse and repeat. I know I said I will reward you, but I didn’t say I would be making it easy for you, no, no, no,” he chuckled.

Reaching the hem of your panties he pulled them down, slowly, making sure to leave lingering touches on your skin with each movement. Every one of his movements and actions were designed to drive you insane. You were beginning to regret wearing that dress.

You felt a finger gently brush against your clit and then slowly sliding between your sopping folds. “K-Kei, please," you cried loudly, the ache in your core becoming unbearable. The pain in your abused throat dulled, the pleasure in your cunt overshadowing it. 

“You’re fucking drenched. So pathetic. You’ll make a mess of the sheets at this pace. Are you sure you don’t just want me to stop?” He laughed at the way your eyes widened, tears threatening to spill once more.

“P-please, Kei, I don’t care about the sheets,” you pleaded. You needed this, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take before your sanity slipped from you. 

Gathering your slick, he pushed the finger slowly inside you, feeling each ridge of your walls as they instantly started tightening around it.

“Don’t tell me you’re such a needy slut that you’re coming from just my finger. I’ll have to punish you in a different way then," he shoved another finger inside you, picking up the pace while his thumb was rubbed at your clit. You came undone in moments, moans erupting from your lips, body thrashing violently as your juices spilled all over Tsukishima’s hand and on the bed. Still, he didn’t slow down, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. He was nothing if not determined to break you tonight.

Without letting up, he leaned over you, taking a clothed nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. You screamed, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more, the high from your previous climax barely having passed.

“P-please, slow down, it’s too much,” your words were barely intelligible between the mix of moans and cries. Tsukishima didn't care anyways. You were responding so nicely to him, your body going into overdrive and he didn't even put his cock inside you yet.

Adding a third digit, he sped up his pace stretching your walls even more. “K-Kei” you cried out his name as an orgasm washed over you once more, your body contracting violently beneath Tsukishima. You could barely control your muscles, your eyes shut close and tongue falling out of your open mouth. 

“I hope you’re ready for the main course, baby. I’ll use that cunt of yours, watch how it desperately sucks in my cock. You're so pathetic, I wonder if I'll even feel anything with how fucking wet you are.” 

You were delirious, barely making out his words. Popping his fingers out of your sopping hole, he cleaned them on the already messy sheets and placed your shaking legs on his shoulders. “I think you had enough of a break, what do you say?” he chuckled as he pushed his length inside you. You loved it, the mix of pain and pleasure from the stretch. He knew you couldn't answer, but talking to you while he fucked you dumb was giving him a twisted satisfaction. He relished watching you struggle to understand what he said, too busy taking his fat cock up your cunt.

Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with each thrust, hands frantically gripping the sheets, desperately trying to steady yourself as the array of sensations was overtaking your body. Tsukishima’s thumb was back on your clit, rubbing, your walls clenching around his cock and milking as you kept cumming and cumming around it. He reached out his hand, palm clasping firmly around your neck once more.

“Dumb sluts don’t need air, do they, baby? They just need to be railed, fucked until cock is the only thing left on their mind. How many times have you cum already, four? Five? You enjoy it when I choke you? Like giving me complete control over you, hmm?” soft whimpers were all you could muster, your body too sensitive.

You felt Tsukishima’s cock getting harder inside you, his cockhead smacking your cervix. You were spent and your mind was blank, consciousness slipping, but your cunt was still reacting to his cock moving in and out of you, still squeezing him with each thrust. Through the haziness you felt your climax approaching and bursting yet again as his movements came to a halt. Hot cum spilled from your overused cunt, mixed with your own juices. 

He released his hold on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He collapsed on top of you, trying to shift his weight so he wouldn’t crush your much smaller body under him. Your chests were heaving, exhaustion settling in your bones. 

Tsukishima lightly brushed the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear. “You did so good, baby," he cooed, voice soft and a gentle smile on his face. "I’ll come clean you up and then move you to the couch so  I can change the sheets. Then, we can cuddle, okay?" You nodded, barely aware of what was happening around you.

 "Was I too rough?" he asked later after he got under the sheets next to you.

"No, I would've used the safe word," your voice was laced with exhaustion as you spoke. He cradled you in his arms, gently rocking your body and planting sweet kisses on your hair. His good girl.

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[tedturneriscrazy]

Woo, we survived another hiatus! To ring in Season 2B, we have Follies at the Coven Day Parade! Let's see what's in store, shall we?

(Good to be back!)

I see we're building off that diary entry right off the bat with another video from Luz trying to convince Camila that the Demon Realm is a nice place, actually

OH GOD SKELETON HOOTY FUCK

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

Ah, a magic demonstration, what could possibly go wrong? (If you didn't read this in a Bubsy voice, you're doing it wrong)

I, uh, don't think Boscha was impressed...

Ah, yes, very reassuring, Principal Bump

Then again, we're going by Boiling Isles standards, so he's probably confident that this is reassuring

Ah, they're talking about Belos

"Maybe the real emperor was society all along" lol Willow

Y'know, Gus, with a certain segment of the fandom, you're not exactly wrong

(In the interest of full disclosure, I am sorta in the "Belos is hot" camp. I'm not pleased about it, either)

Luz clearly concerned the video isn't making her case

Amity sneaking up with a correct(?) assumption

Amity's learning Spanish! I repeat: Amity's learning Spanish!! AAAAA❤❤❤

"Sweet potato" a bit unorthodox, but that's pretty cute, actually

Lmao a cookbook. I know they say the way to someone's heart is through their stomach, but this is ridiculous!

Also loving the idea that Amity is talking with Gus about human customs. It's like we all dreamed of

AAAAA THEY'RE SO ADORABLE I CAN'T AFLKHEUOIAGFHILUWS

Hmm, traumatic flashback time

That's not what Camila said...hmmmmm...

And Luz tells an obvious lie. I don't think Amity's buying it

NOW LUZ HAS KISSED AMITY YESSSSSS

(I do like that they're still all blushy around each other, too)

Lol Amity was red for a good while there

Uh oh

She did seem to tell Eda and King. Seems like @novelist-becca was onto something

Oh, Eda, you would find a way to take a stock phrase and take it up to 11

"A fancy way to kiss the emperor'sssssss...whatever"

Also, I refuse to believe Eda hasn't cursed in front of King before, so I'm not sure what that gesture was supposed to do lol

Kikimora? With family issues? Interesting...

Luz giving off some "Big Mood" vibes there

"Private Inspectergator" the wordplay in this show remains 10/10

Not talking about bread puns...followed by a bread pun

Well, now we know Eda keeps a diary, and didn't tell the kids about Raine

Yeah, Luz's reaction is pretty much what I thought it might be when finding out about Raine

Palisman: Unknown

Master of all manners of instruments from the GUI-SCAR to THE ORGAN

Also they like spicy food and their favorite movie is Die Bard 2, truly the deepest lore

Oh hey parallels to Azura. "Just like Azura and Hecate in Book 5!" Damn, Hecazura was also made canon, this episode has it all!

I don't know why I'm so amused by the tape player playing Eda's Requiem

"Someone on the inside" Gee, wonder who that could be?

Love this face:

Playing therapist for Kiki

Eda makes very good points. In fact, I'm somewhat surprised Kiki didn't blast them then and there

(Side note: Hearing Eda casually say "your girlfriend" to Luz is just 💯)

"Not the hot kind of bad" lmao Eda

"What are you getting out of this?" Ah, Luz, having empathy for a foe in a situation you relate to hard

"I'm just a party planner at this point" Damn, Belos does not treat his top brass well at all

Luz succeeded her bluff check

Ah, a fake kidnapping that's also a real kidnapping!

Oh, Hooty, you continue to be hilariously off-putting

That whole transaction with King and Edric is amazing

Good to see Hooty is self-aware about his desperate need for attention, at least

Uh, Luz, you're starting to sound like Kiki a bit...

And you most certainly did not leave your phone at the Owl House

Willow workout! Fuck yeah!

Ah, awkward solo interaction. Luz did mention that they were still working things out.

"Her phoon...her phun...her...thingy at school"

Amity at the classic privacy crossroads

As nice as the whole moment with the braiding is, that look on Willow's face didn't escape my notice. There's still work to be done here

"You know I hate these things! Talking to people...waving to people...People! *shudder*" Wow, even brainwashed Raine is a whole-ass mood

Kiki, you triggered that vine thingy, why are you surprised at their behavior?

Ah, Plant Coven Head! Terra! She seems...ominous

Those...headaches...I don't like this...

Jeez, Terra is setting off some creep alarms...I kinda love it

You step away from them, lady!

Fuck, Terra even makes me feel dread for Kikimora, this is too much power

Oh, that cat float was for the Beast Keeping Coven! Makes sense

Hey, it's the old man from the Looking Glass Graveyard!

And there's the screenshot of Luz leaping

There is something darkly amusing about Raine still having stage fright despite the brainwashing. Then again, that's probably a trait left intact to make their actions all the more convincing...

You know what, Eda? Considering that float was made from scraps of garbage, it does actually look pretty damn good

Why is Luz me if I tried to get down off a roof like that?

(Oh right, because she's my favorite)

Hooty's watch is upsetting, like almost every aspect of him

"Belos? More like BOO-LOS!" Ouagh, gottem!

I wonder how a non-brainwashed Raine would react to those fireworks

EC rank and file continue to seem rather underwhelming. I'm beginning to think they're selected more for pliability than actually being good at anything

Ooh, bad acting time!

Lmaooo Luz

Even Amity's facepalming

Sneaky? I don't think Hooty is physically capable of such a thing

"Not the first time I heard that!" You know, considering how the Emperor's Coven probably tried to capture Eda before, he's definitely right about that

Oh, Raeda angst, since they don't, uh, remember

Probably not the first time they've fought with magic, come to think of it, if some of the fan theories are anything to go by

"Who will end us?" There she is!

Full name: Terra Snapdragon!

Also, full name? That seems...significant

Thank goodness Hooty's here to be fucking hilarious

Reciting the exact chapter from Book 5 of Good Witch Azura that Luz took the plan from? Amity knows her girlfriend so well

WHAT SKATEBOARD WHAT

THAT'S AMAZING LMAOOOOO

Oh, that skateboard's gonna be a meme

Back to Eda and Raine...Raine's definitely continuing that internal struggle

That recording is much less amusing in this context

OH GOD THE PAIN THIS SCENE

"Are you hurt?" "No. Not badly." (wipes away a tear, thus disproving this)

Princess is an unreasonably adorable name for that hand dragon thingy

(monotone voice) Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal...

"She could have been lying" Probably was

Oh, we're in real battle couple hours now

Yoooo icy rocket fist that's kickass!

Love seeing Lumity teamwork here yessss

"You're welcome! I mean...aw, dang it!"

Loving how they grasp hands to brace themselves

Oh she back

Ah, so she was sent to keep an eye on Kikimora the whole time

"You get...to live" BUHHH (complimentary)

"The emperor says he looks forward to meeting you, human." I DON'T LIKE THIS

Hug!

And now serious discussion. Will they avoid the communication pitfalls that Eda and Raine had?

They did! Talking things out! Positive relationship portrayal! We love to see it!

Dang, I didn't expect to feel bad for Kikimora so soon into this part of the season

Why yes, I am going to take this opportunity to gush about the casual physical contact between Luz and Amity, because it's fucking great

Yup, the emperor broadcasting across the Isles, spouting his propaganda about the Day of Unity

One month? Shit

A lunar eclipse? Shit

Oh, hey, Lilith and Gwen

This utopia free of wild magic talk totally isn't cultish at all

I've been watching way too many Gianni Matragrano videos, because when Belos said "One more thing," I immediately thought of Columbo

Oh shit, face reveal to the Isles!

I mean, we as the audience have already seen it, but this is probably a Big Fucking Deal to the denizens of the Isles

Willow and Gus seem underwhelmed, though

Fuck, I hate how kindly this asshole looks

Some shit's going down...

Nice bookend with the "One day at a time" quote, too

Also, small detail, but Amity's tiny voice crack really sells Mae's performance

And the new end credits cards

Hot damn! Leave it to The Owl House to return from hiatus in style! The brainrot is definitely back in full swing, especially after such a fantastic episode! Apart from the Lumity moments (which were *chef's kiss*), there was plenty of lore introduced and setup of future happenings, giving us plenty to look forward to. Also, have my posts always been this long? Jeez.

Anyways, tune in next week! Same Owl Time, same Owl Channel!

(I will never say that again)