#might throw together a quick one shot later…..who knows…..

[hana-bobo-finch]

now’s a good time to post another exciting image of Leif Uses His Cordyceps To Pretend He’s Santa

[demon-at-peace]

Dick was tired, the nighttime patrol had been long, and today was insane. he was an officer of the law, and had gotten called into work today damn his people pleasing self for saying yes. Now he was dealing with shutting down protesters.

he hated this part of his job, exspecially because he agreed with them. but it was his job, and he didn't want to be depentent on Bruce again.

most people cleared out pretty quick at the sight of police but the riled up ones stayed. He was forever glad for the shield as the thrown objects didn' hit him

The major protesters were poison ivy, because it was for environmental purposes. and then a goth girl with a whole group with her. Her group consisted of a boy ina red beanie.

Three of them looked almost identical except for their proportions and gender. One was tall and skinny a guy, but they may have been a girl. A young girl, and a tall buff dude. All three of them had blue eyes and wild black hair with pale skin. With them there was a tall girl with striking red hair,

"Ewww cops!" he hears the one in the beanie exclaim looking at him with so much distaste it was almost insulting. \

"Leave it Tucker," The red head rolls her eyes dramatically, "We should probably go, cops really smell bad, and their supiroty complexes might be contagious," she purses her lips.

"Ooh sassy Jazz I like it," The skinny guy smiles teasingly before waving his hand in front of his nose. "Your right though, they do stink." Dick feels rather insulted, if he weren't more insulted by the young girl, who directly infround of cops is graftitiing the acronym ACAB on the wall.

"Cops?" The goth girl spins around and holy shit Dick recognizes her. It was Samantha mason, he remembers her at the last gala, she'd worn a gorgeous black dress, with lovely goth makeup, and walked out in the middle of the night barefoot after throwing her shoes at a guy who flirted with her girlfriend.

"Oh it's Dickie boy," she grins her eyes glinting, "How you doing away from your rich Daddy?"

"Oooh!" a girl laughs practically appearing from nowhere, she's a pink fashionista and drop dead gorgous, and if Dick remembers right she's Paulina, Sam's girlfriend.

"Unfortunatly we have proof of you commiting crimes, " another officer speaks up. "Please don't cause trouble?" he sounds hopeful, Dick knows not to be, there's no way this won't be a messy arrest.

"Sorry dude, I'm meeting my boyfriend 's family! I have to make a good impression," the buff guy shrugs.

"As if you'd obey the law regardless," The little girl prances up, grining.

"True, anyhow unfortunately we gotta dip," He waves half heartedly.

The skinny dude rolls his eyes and then a green portal apears, like it's utterly normal they step into it. And in the matter of seconds they are gone, the grafiti remains but when he checks the camera's later there is no sign of the group. He rules it of as a hallucination.

Five hours later, utterly exhausted he drags himself to the manor. Only to be met with the skinny guy from earlier, he looks put together now, less reckless but at least Dick knows they weren't a hallucination.

"Your the cop!" he glares.

"Danny, that's my brother, though unfortunatl y is a cop," Jaosn sighs, "wait the cop?"

"Your boyfriend avoided arrest!" Dick stars at jason.

"Ellie wanted to spray paint, plus sam dragged me to the protest with tucker!" Danny pouts.

"Yeah I'm on his side," Jason shrugs.

"He could be lying, what if he killed someone!" Dick protests.

"He wouldn't!" Jason sounds so insulted, and dick sighs as Jason goes over to greet Tim. Danny smirks at him evilly.

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so this was gonna be ACAB!Danny/Cop!Dick, but it just didn't work, I'm gonna probably give it another shot but here's this DeadOnMAin piece? also my ideas are fr running dry, writers block is lame as fuck. I think I'm gonna tackle my drafts, see which ones are usable... but yeah!

Bye :)

[bitin-and-barkin]

Dying Desires

Thinking about replacing Arthur as "The Bodyguard" of the gang.

Warnings: Very horny Arthur, Arthur Morgan x Reader, Dom Reader, Sub Arthur, Buff Reader, Religious + Dog symbolism, Probably out of character, mentions of shooting + being shot, mentions of needles, Gender Neutral Reader, Smut but nothing actually happens between you + Arthur, just daydreams, degradation + cigarettes being put out on people

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Imagine; Dutch or Hosea are talking up someone new they met, who they think might be a nice "addition" to their little family.

People are hesitant at best. After the shit that went down in blackwater, they're already looking for new recruits?

But they claim you're reliable. During a job gone wrong, you helped them. And when they asked why? You just did it because you thought they needed it. No ill intent, no other reason in sight. The best part is, you obviously have no clue who they are.

Not only that, but you're smart and charming and agree with them on their views on the civilized world. You're a criminal too in the law's eyes, but in reality, you're just the modern-day Robin Hood they always tried to be.

And so, they bring by a couple of members to meet you. To get some other people's point of view before they come to an agreement.

It's simple. A quick get together in a saloon. If they smell something fishy, they can easily just leave and forget about you.

Arthur agrees to come along, and when he meets you,

Goddamn.

You aren't an addition. You're the whole damn equation.

Think Abby from TLOU2 or Koing from COD or any other jacked characters. Either way, female, male, or anything in-between, you're 6 foot something and over 180 pounds of pure fucking muscle.

Armed to the teeth with one hell of a quick draw and a right hook strong enough to even make god flinch.

For once in his life, even he feels intimidated.

And when Dutch comes up to greet you?

Good God, you're sweet.

And charming too.

Your bark isn't anything like your bite, or at the very least the bite you could give.

You're kind, selfless, generous, and well-read. Confident, too. It feels like they're talking to a saint half your size.

You even cover all their drinks despite just meeting them.

He can tell it's not naivety. Scars cover your body, and you got a certain look in your eyes that just shows that you know what the world can be like.

You're just choosing to be kind. For no reason at all.

Even when later that evening somebody attempts to start a fight with you, despite you being able to drag them across the floor, you keep it civil and keep your cool.

At least at first.

The second the guy tries to throw a punch, you're off. You grab his arm, curl up your fist, and deck him with one hit.

As soon as the fight started, it was over, as the man was already knocked out on the floor with a nosebleed to match.

Then, like clockwork, you sat down and asked Arthur to continue talking with that sweet-as-honey, smooth, and lazy look in your eyes.

As you chatted with Hosea about some crime novel, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to kiss the blood off your knuckles.

The day turned to night, and you guys got ready to part ways.

You happily waved goodbye, saying you had a good time.

But by the end of the night? It was already settled.

You were joining them alright.

And now, it has been a couple of months since you joined.

And it was hard to ignore the problem you've been causing for Arthur.

You weren't doing anything wrong, in fact, you were doing everything right.

Sweet with the gals, even getting in Grimshaw's favor.

Surprisingly tolerant with the guys, oddly kind with them, even down to the goddamn O'Driscoll.

But now they're asking you to do jobs.

Intimidation? They're calling for you.

Need a guard? They're yelling your name.

Want backup? Well, you're coming along, obviously.

You've been taking John's title as the "prize pony." Considering how far you've fallen in Dutch's favor.

And you're taking Arthur's title as the brute.

But that wasn't the problem.

He didn't care about Dutch's favor or random titles.

It was the fact that your title was correct.

You were a brute.

Standing next to him in jobs, you just towered over him.

You towered over him. Him. You towered over him like he was a little boy.

He was out hunting with you once and his aim was getting wonky with his bow.

You came over, trying to show him how he needed to grip it.

But when you put your hands over his, he realized how much bigger yours were.

Putting your hands palm to palm, making jokes about how small he was compared to you, he was starting to understand why women preferred rugged men.

Another time, he got shot in the calf during a job and couldn't walk.

He said it was fine and put out his hand for you to help him up so he could limp back to his horse.

But instead? You picked him up. Bridal style and everything, not even breaking a sweat. Carrying him to your horse and placing him on the back, saying he was in no state to be riding alone.

And as he pressed his chest up against your back as you rode, wrapping his arms around your stomach for balance, he felt a newfound heat in his.

Your stomach rising as you breathed in and out, telling him in a firm voice to stay put and that you'd get them back to camp. Whistling for his horse to follow you.

With the way you were talking, Arthur wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself from heeling and barking and rolling over if you asked.

Your last job was the last straw. You two were clearing out an O'Driscoll camp together.

One was left and the man was shooting you a sharp gaze, swearing he was gonna kill you as your gun stared at him just as kindly.

Watching the muscles in your forearms move as you pulled the trigger,

he couldn't stop himself from begging the lord for you to one day turn your aim to his lips,

so he could taste something that was yours and holy before he died.

He has never met anybody bigger than him.

And it was causing problems.

As now, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

Thrashing in his cot that night, he kept imagining you putting him on his knees like a sinner.

Making him suck on the barrel of your gun as his hands claw at your belt, with the weight of something else in his mouth being the only thing able to satiate him.

You grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head away from your hips as cum seeped down his lips.

Tilting his head back, making sure he swallowed every ounce as he rutted his aching dick between your closed calves.

Manhandling him into position like livestock as you threw his legs up onto your shoulders, biting down on his neck and making him yours as you unzipped his pants and-

He stood up and started walking, unsure where he was going.

Just anywhere that would get him away from his own thoughts.

While wandering around camp, he looked over and saw you. Smoking at the campfire, stitching up a wound on your thigh.

Against his better judgment, he went down there and struck up some conversation.

Laughing and talking with you into the night.

Hoping that you sharing the thoughts of your mind would be able to erase his thoughts of your body.

But as you talked and talked and brought your cigarette up to your lips,

blowing the smoke out of your nose as your hands smoothly pulled the needle in and out.

He couldn't stop thinking about how much better your lips would look shotgunning him smoke,

how much better that cigarette would burn if you put it out on his neck in front of everybody,

And how much better your hands would feel wrapped around his waist as you pulled him in tight and called him your whore.

He pulled off his hat and dipped his face into his hands, his cheeks heating up as he stole a look from the cracks between his fingers.

And seeing you sprawled back, hearing your breathy gasps when the needle hit especially deep was driving him crazy.

Taking a bottle of whiskey in hand, he cracked it open and took a small sip before your voice piped up.

Asking him for some, saying it was to "take the edge off", and make the pain of stitching your wounds easier.

He walked over to you and you took the bottle, thanking him before drinking some down, and then handing it back to him.

And watching him later take a sip,

quietly eyeing your half-unbuttoned shirt as he rubbed his thighs together,

it seemed like it wasn't the alcohol he was trying to savor.

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Made Arthur horny like a teenager lmao + I have a thing for cigarettes and smoke, okay? Leave me alone about it.

Anyways, ya'll want more? Also I'll write a pt 2 to that sub Dutch story soon, dw.

[tttabii]

COLLEGE NIGHTS

JEAN PILDO X FEMALE READER (MY NAME-KDRAMA)

THE LECTURE HALL was full mainly because of the asteroid of humming students filling the space before diving for their seats. You had barely made it on time, slipping into an empty spot before the professor began.

It was only after you had dropped your books on the desk that you realized who was sitting next to you.

Jean Pil-do.

You knew him from high school—same year, same school, but never particularly close. He had always been on the shy side and more into sports and his own friends. But here he was some years later in a police academy class, sitting right next to you.

He turned slightly, eyebrows raised in recognition of you. "You?"

You stifled a small chuckle as you leaned back in your chair. "Me."

He smirked. "Didn't really expect to see you in a place like this."

"Right back at you," you shot back. "Didn't take you for the police type."

Pil-do just chuckled and started to twirl his pen. "Says the one stuck in the same class as me."

Touché.

The professor's voice rang in the room before they knew it. Both of you turned back to pay attention at the front. Every now and then, Pil-do would sneak a look your way, like he was trying to work you out.

By the end of the class, you learned a few things about Pil-do: he wanted narcotics, something to do with hunting the worst of the worst. He was sharp and quick-witted, and even with his laid-back attitude, evidently, he took this pretty seriously.

"You staying in the dorms?" he asked you as you walked out.

"Yeah," was your short reply. "You?"

He nodded. "Fancy, isn't it? Nothing like the dump I expected."

You laughed. "What, you thought they'd throw us into bunkers?"

"Wouldn't have been surprised." He nudged your arm lightly, a playful smirk on his face. "Guess we're stuck together for a while, huh?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the small smile on your lips.

Something told you this was only the beginning.

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After spending weeks of almost sleepless nights with assignments and projects with Pil-do, you two had settled into an easy routine. He'd drop by periodically to help with your assignments, and in return you'd make sure he actually ate something other than instant noodles.

Tonight was no exception, you had just wrapped up a major project together, and the air was thick with relief.

 "You finally have no one nagging you," you said, stretching your arms above your head.

Pil-do leaned back, a lazy smile on his lips. "Don't sound too happy; you might miss me."

You scoffed and hurled a pen at him. "Yeah, sure."

He snatched it without any effort, twirling the pen between his fingers. "Let's go celebrate."

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Dinner. Korean BBQ. Soju," his list continued as he pushed back from the table. "A couple of my friends will be there. You should come along."

You hesitated for just a second. "I'll be the only girl, won't I?"

Pil-do shrugged. "Yeah. But I'm there, so it's fine."

The statement was simple, but the way he said it did something to you inside. It was safe. That's how you felt with him.

"Okay, but I'm leaving if they're annoying."

Pil-do laughed. "Deal."

The place was packed; the air was laden with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling meat and the frantic sound of clinking glasses of soju. Pil-do navigated through the crowd to the table where a few of his friends were already seated.

"Finally brought her, huh?" one of them said teasingly as Pil-do arranged a chair for you.

You raised your eyebrow. "Finally?"

Pil-do glared at his friend, then poured soju into your shot glass with nonchalance. "Just ignore that guy."

His friend chuckled, but you didn't miss the knowing glances exchanged around the table.

The night passed in laughter, drinks, and training stories. You had a ball glued to your ears listening, fascinated by their experiences, but more than anything, you were hyper-aware of Pil-do. He would subtly check if you had enough food. His arm rested against the back of your chair always, making sure your glass was never dry, but never letting you go overboard.

By this time, you were pleasantly mellow, warm from what's left of the alcohol and the comfort of the company. Pil-do continued to pen his attention properly on you.

As he walked you to your dorm, you nudged him playfully. "You're not that bad, you know, Jean Pil-do?" 

He laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Careful, you might actually start to like me."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered.

Maybe you already did...

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2024.

Day 5 - Official business.

Daichi Sawamura x fem!Reader.

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you try something new to add a new spark to your relationship with your husband.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, role-play, cheating (fake), oral (f!giving & receiving), deep throating, rough sex, spanking, drinking, hair pulling, fingering/Masturbation.

You knelt on the floor with your back pressed against the bed frame, your head occasionally knocking back into the soft mattress as the man you were sucking bucked his hips.

It was a busy morning, your husband had woken up late and ran out the door in a rush, stating he was late for work and would see you later tonight, and so for the rest of the day you cleaned and organised what needed to be done around the house until it got late however rather then continuing to wait for your husband, you instead made plans to go to a bar near by your home.

Walking into the bar and taking a seat you ordered a drink and began nursing it, “what a beautiful dress… is there an occasion?” Asked a well built man in a police uniform as he sat down next to you, you smiled and took a slow sip of your drink before placing it down, “no occasion, I just wanted to feel pretty and be appreciated” you giggle and spun your wedding ring on the finger, the man grinned and leant forward on the counter ordering a drink, “I see, no attention from your hardworking husband… my wife’s always wants all my attention, so much so I never have enough for her” he laughed and looked back at him, “married as well, is she going to be here tonight?” You asked, now turning your entire body towards him and crossing one leg over the other, “no, I decided it’d be best to be here by myself tonight…” he hummed and gulped down his drink, “Daichi Sawamura, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he gently grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, “y/n l/n, I can’t wait to get to know everything about you” you smiled softly and leant in before pressing a light, yet lingering, kiss to

The side of his neck.

It was so easy and felt so right chatting way the night, you both got closer and closer as time passed now the side of your leg was pressed against Daichi’s, while he spoke softly into your ear, however despite the intimacy of it the man spoke so much about his wife and how beautiful, amazing and kind she was, it definitely wasn’t away to talk about your wife when your body is pressed closely next to some other woman at a bar, you hummed impatiently before turning to face Daichi head on, you placed both your hands on both of his knees and leant into him, “so, if your wife is so beautiful, why are you here with me?” You spoke in a low flirty tone and smiled, he hummed and leant in further to you, placing a hand on your waist, “because… I respect her too much, to do to her what I’m going to do to you” he whispered and placed his lips to the shell of your ear, “let’s go…” you moaned softly and pressed your legs together, before quickly standing and holding Daichi’s hand.

It was a quick walk to the love hotel, and took you even less time to get into the room and on your knees, leading you to your current position, you dug your nails into Daichi’s backside as he continued to thrust his hips into you, he groaned and grabbed your hair into a ponytail pulling you to move in time with his thrusts, “what a pretty little mouth…” he moaned throwing his head back, you watched him as he gradually worked closer and closer to his completion, the sight of this gorgeous man slowly coming undone in your mouth caused you to reach a hand up your skirt and into your lace panties, you shifted into a squat position and opened your legs wide before you began frantically rubbing your sensitive clit, you moaned around the man and he groaned before pushing you off his cock and back into the bed frame, he looked down at you and pumped his thick member, “good girl, keep play with that pussy” he hummed as he leant down and grabbed your arm pulling you up to your feet, you whined still rubbing your clit and using your other hand to hold onto Daichi for support, “I need more…” you groaned and the man laughed before turning you to face the large wall mirror and picking you up, he hooked his arms under your legs before he pulled your panties to the side and slide his thick tip into your entrance, you moaned as you slide down his hefty cock, “how slutty… enjoying another man’s cock, I’d be livid if my wife was off with other men” he hummed in your ear and you threw your head back.

You screamed and cried in pleasure, totally unaware of how much you’d truly enjoyed being placed in a position like this, legs pressed up over your shoulders Daichi’s hand intertwined behind your head, as he held you up in the air, in felt so good and looked so hot, watching everything from the mirror, it was so out of the ordinary you couldn’t even think of the possibility of having to go back to a boring and mundane intimacy after tonight, “I’m gonna cum again… Daichi please” you cried and he laughed as he quickened his pace and encouraged you to rub your clit, with a breathless scream and a gust of pleasure you came and the force caused his cock to slip out of you, the man dropped you onto the bed and he turned you over into your back, before climbing on top of your chest and grabbing your face, he then opened your mouth and forced his cock into your awaiting mouth, he leant down and began fucking your face again, however he did last long and ended up coming almost immediately, you swallowed down his thick load greedily and roughly dug your nails into his backside again desperately suck anything he had left to offer, “a perfect lady for her husband and a cock hungry whore for me…” he hummed as he pulled back and you moaned.

You sat up and smiled at him, “my husband doesn’t fuck me like that… but you promised you will?” You hummed in a hoarse voice and the man nodded as he slowly removed his clothes and held his sturdy leather belt in his hand, “strip, I’m gonna have to punish you… only bad girls suck stranger’s cock without their husband’s permission” he chuckled, before he grabbed your hips and turned your onto your stomach, exposing your bare ass to him and quickly getting to work on spanking you.

Stood in the kitchen of your house buttering a couple pieces of toast, “I thought you were going to sleep in today…” your husband hummed as he pressed up against your bare and bruised backside and rubbed his hard cock between your plush thighs, “I went to the toilet, came back and you were gone” he chuckled and you shifted causing his cock to press against your swollen cunt, “I fuck you pretty hard last night…” he kissed the bite marks on your shoulders and you hummed slowly rolling your hips every so often, “you got me so excited, you even kept the act up when we got home…” he smiled against your skin, “I want you to fuck me like that every night darling” you moaned and shifted causing him to slide inside you effortlessly, he laughed and kissed your ear, “of course I will, but I have other plans with you cunt right now…” he slipped out of you, causing you to groan and protest, only to be silenced be your own moan, “it’s breakfast after all and my wife has worked so hard to make this meal for me… what kind of husband would I be to let it go to waste” Daichi laughed as he began to rub his tongue over your clit before moving onto suckling on the swollen and abused bud, you cried and reached back to run your finger into his hair and grind back into his face.

Day 4 - Levi Ackerman: Admiral Casual.

Day 6 - Suguru Geto: scented (Coming soon)

Smutcember Masterlist (Coming soon)

Masterlist

[i-write-things]

Pen, I know New Years already went by but, how did your favorite Troupe members spent their new year days? (hcs)

Ugh, dw, I'm even later to answering this request. But I shall answer, anyway.

(None of these will be yandere)

Chrollo-

So it all depends on who he is spending it with. If he's with the troupe, he'll likely plan like a small scale heist, then go back somewhere (probably the hideout) and throw a small party. However, with Uvogin and Phinks there, it ends up much larger than he intended. Not that he cares. He sees his troupe, his people, happy. If his darling is part of the Phantom Troupe, while everyone is distracting counting down the new year, he'll sneak in a quick, new year's kiss-one of the few, rare times he'll do PDA in front of his family.

If he's by himself or just with his darling, he'll probably just spend it inside and relax. He'd read majority of the day away, unless darling has something planned. He would cook for you, u less you wanted to cook for him. He wouldn't want to eat out somewhere, because he wants it to be a quiet moment. So expect just a simple night, talking and relaxing the night away until the countdown, where he kisses you more passionately than he would have in front of the troupe.

"If fate will allow it, lets try to spend the rest of this year together, too."

Machi-

Machi, like Chrollo, is definitely more reserved. She'd prefer to stay indoors, but go on a walk at night. She'd also like to watch the countdown as well, but don't expect a kiss from her unless you've been together for some time. You'll have to be the one to initiate that.

If she's partying with the troupe, it's one of the more rare times you can see her true feelings. No pressure to do well in a hiest, none of her family is in danger, ect. She can just enjoy the moment. First thing, she'd probably ask Chrollo if he already has any plans for the new year. "So, what are you planning to do for a great new year, boss?" *She'd ever so slightly smile.

Feitan-

By far, the least of a party person here, unless it involves kidnapping or torturing. So it's not too surprising when he enjoys himself at a troupe party. He can hang out with his murder bro (Phinks) and probably play a prank or two with Shal on said murder bro. He gets into a shots battle with either Uvo or Phinks (maybe even both) to see who doesn't pass out from so many shots....or get alcohol poisoning.

If he's by himself, he does literally nothing. He doesn't see it as too different of a day. Although, of course, he does like the 'new year, new me' thing. and by that, I mean he'll try out different methods of torture. If his darling is there with them, he might slightly bring up spending time with them, but only if they're aware of his...career.

"...Hey, You....like...come torture....with me?" *Of course, that's his broken way of inviting you to torture some poor souls with him.

Shalnark-

Finally! Someone who loves to party! If he's spending time with the troupe, you can bet he's one of the main people who keep it awesome. He'll bring most of the party games. And of course, play most of the new years pranks (on anyone but Chrollo and Machi. He doesn't want to bug Machi, knowing how cold she is, and while the boss wouldn't mind, there's no way he'd be able to catch him off gaurd.) He, Paku, Shizuku, and Machi usually set up the decorations if they're feeling extra festive. Oh, and expect a bunch of selfies and pictures from the party if you're not there.

If he isn't at a troupe party, then he's probably party hopping around. He'd bring his darling with him, too. He'd get into the most bizarre and fun parties. If there is a bouncer who won't let him in, he can just stick him with an antenna. Though, he probably won't have to, considering he was preparing for this and has already hacked into most party systems to add his name, and brings you as his plus one. Expect a very sweet kiss from this boy at the countdown. You two only go home once one of you is hammered. If it's you, he laughs and comments on how much fun you had. "Haha! Looks like someone had fun!" If it's him, he'll have his arm wrapped around you and drunkenly slur, "Y'know baby, this was a great bew year...ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.."

Uvogin-

Alcohol. Is it much of a surprise? I think not. Shalnark brings most of the games, and Uvo brings the alcohol. I'm talking beer, wine, ale, mead, whiskey, just about anything and everyone's favorite, including their favorite brand. And when I say the life of the party, I mean the life of the party. You think Shal and Fei's pranks bring the chaos? That ain't nothin' compared to our very own Uvogin's capabilities. On top of being very chaotic, he's also very loud. Probably the main reason why, if they choose to put on music, it has to be turned up so loud....he's also probably the one who puts it on in the first place after getting so drunk.

If he's not with the troupe for New Years, he's probably raiding other people's parties, but not in the way Shalnark does. Shalnark just infiltrates those places and kills maybe 3-0 people. Uvo, on the other hand, full on raids the party. (mostly for the 'good stuff') He might even hurt someone simy to see others react, though. But if that's way too much chaos for his darling, he'll keep the violence to a minimum. But expect to get very drunk. Because he'll be handing you lots of cans, and saying "Drinks on me all night!...and these other fellas, too! Hahaha!"

Phinks-

Where would Phinks be, if not with his murder bro(Feitan)? Of course, he would love to have a party with his family and it'll be a blast. Though, other than trying to best Uvo in their annual shots game, he'll mostly be chasing Shal and Fei around for the dumb pranks they pull on him. Of course, he doesn't do this the entire time. He also really likes to socialize, too! He'll just be having a casual conversation, mostly with Feitan, The boss, Shal, Uvo, or Kortopi.

If he's not partying with his gang, he'll probably stay indoors, but still throw a full on party. He doesn't have to have 70 people at a party to have fun. Though, he does have a tradition of New Years Giving, where people give things to him...and by that, I mean he walks around every night and just takes what he wants while everyone is distracted. Of course, he won't always do this. If his darling asks him to stay inside, he will. He can still have a nice New Years with just the two of you!

"Mm, ok. I won't go stealin' or raiding anything, tonight. But, only on the condition you spend the rest of the year with me." He chuckles, delivering a very cheesey kiss after a very cheesey line.

Pakunoda-

She likes to bring in all the games. Pakunoda has always been, other than Chrollo and Shalnark, the adhesive of the group. Could they all get along just fine without them? Of course. They've known each other since forever. But those three still really help keep the peace. So it's not surprising she, along with Shal, likes to bring in all the games. Mostly the fun, team bonding ones. Though majority of them never get played, it's still fun. She also usually brings most of the food. She's actually quite the cook. Her, Machi, and Chrollo make most of the food. Sometimes, the others will order a couple of items and pick them up, back that's about it. At these parties, she loves to casually socialize and just watch her family do what they do. Create chaos, play pranks and games, argue, laugh, ect.

If there is no party with them, she actually probably just plays a couple of games with her s/o, cooks something nice, and has some nice champagne. Pretty much the stereotypical couple's night on New Years.

Shizuku-

If there's a party, it takes her a bit to arrive. She either gets lost, or forgets where she's going. She's supposed to bring some snacks or games or decorations, but she forgot them at home. So she'll probably just...get everyone some coffee? Yeah, people like coffee, why not on New Years? Oh, a member doesn't like coffee? Oh yeahhhh....Oh well, too late now. She'll try better next year. She likes to watch everyone play games, but also has a blast playing them herself. She also updates everyone how much more time is left until the new year....but forgets to check the last second. So it usually ends up being Machi, Chrollo, or Shalnark that let's everyone know its the last minute of the year.

If she's not at that party, she doesn't do anything. She honestly doesn't care too much. Unless her s/o has something planned, or asks her to do something, then she'll go. But other than that, she doesn't care much. In fact, she doesn't care too much about the countdown, and will just go to bed. She might refuse to get up, even if her s/o asks her to. The best way to get her to get up is to tell her there's fireworks outside. She likes watching those.

[atamascolily]

I keep seeing people saying variations on "Gosh, I can't wait to see Madoka fight Homura in Walpurgis no Kaiten!" and while far be it from me to rain on anybody's parade (the id wants what it wants), I can't help doing a double-take every time this comes up, because it's so dramatically different from my own viewing experience and perception of the characters.

Apart from the inherent assumption that violence is the only possible method of conflict resolution, you're telling me that Madoka Kaname, who wants all magical girls to be friends and team up together to fight witches, who repeatedly throws herself in between angry combatants who could break her like a twig, who tosses her best friend's soul off a bridge to break up a fight, who faces down a witch on the faint hope of getting said friend back, who sacrifices herself so magical girls don't have to suffer anymore, and whose reaction to finding that her best friend has become a big scary monster in Rebellion is to rush over and hold her hand--is going to fight Homura, of all people?!

Let's just say I'll believe it when I see it.

It's not that Madoka isn't capable of violence--she made that abundantly clear when she shot Mami at point-blank range to save Homura--but to say it's not her preferred solution is a vast understatement. Being forced to kill both Mami and Sayaka in quick succession devastates her--and if Homura hadn't been present, there was a very real chance of Madoka becoming a witch herself in that moment. When we do see Madoka fight, she tends to win in a single shot, as in later timelines against Walpurgisnacht. Maybe Devil!Homura is the only one strong enough to stand against her--but that assumes that Madoka would ever choose to fight her in the first place, no matter how angry/hurt/betrayed she feels, and no matter what Homura has done.

Madoka is not only the show's title character, she is its moral center, and the literal heart (there's even one on her magical girl outfit to drive the point home); the goddess she becomes, while still bearing death, is guided by compassion and mercy, not aggression and cruelty. Even if she were to fight Homura, it would be very much a "I'll kick your ass to bring you back to reality" kind of fight rather than one to kill.

Homua might well see herself as Madoka's enemy, but I don't think Madoka sees Homura as hers. Their conflict is real and deserves to finally be addressed, but ultimately it be can only be resolved by honest communication with each other. You know, that one thing Homura simultaneously craves and shies away from in equal measures, so it isn't like this is going to be easy! True emotional openness and vulnerability requires far more courage than blowing stuff up and always has.

It's tempting to see Homura and Madoka's reification as two opposite and opposing forces to be the primary conflict moving forward, but I think that will ultimately prove to be a false dichotomy. If the two are truly on the same level, the yin to the other's yang, neither can win against the other in the end; the only true ending involves them united as equals.

Instead, I see Homura vs. herself to be the ultimate conflict, with "self" taking a wide variety of externally manifesting forms thanks to previously established worldbuilding. The key visual for Walpurgis no Kaiten appears to support this premise, with Homura facing off against another Homura, while Madoka hovers in the background. It's not that I think Madoka isn't important, but the framing here certainly does not suggest that a violent struggle between her and Homua will be a large part of the plot.

And sure, trailers and promotional materials can be misleading--but like Kyubey, they generally do so by putting the truth in plain sight and trusting the audience to mislead themselves.

[asnowdriftsomewhere]

Daylight pt8

Cassian x f!reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

AN: we have a longer one here, folks. Buckle in, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Cassian have a difficult conversation

Warning: talking about illness, loss, and death.

Words count: 3317

The next morning, Cassian woke with dread in his heart and fear in his bones. You had not told him anything as you watched the stars together in taught silence. You had refused to say more than ‘not tonight’ when questioned by Rhysand and Feyre, who had approached you after more than an hour had passed. You simply stood and thanked them for the meal before taking the Illyrian by the hand and walking out to the front lawn. He understood without needing asked and shot you both into the sky towards the House of Wind. When he'd set you down on the veranda minutes later, you smiled at him. A small, brittle thing that made whatever vice around his heart squeeze and he'd struggled to let you go.

You saw the conflict in his gaze. The fear and need that wared in his hazel eyes as his fingers wrapped around your slender wrist. His hold on you wasn't painful, but it was unyielding, and you found your free hand going to his cheek in a gentle caress. You pulled his head down to your height so his brow rested against yours. You inhaled his scent of fire and wind and the first light of dawn and closed your eyes. Content to just breathe and just exist within this moment with him.

When you'd opened your eyes again, Cassian's hazel eyes had closed, and he was also breathing deeply. As if memorizing the scent of you, the feel of your hand on his face. You kissed the corner of his mouth. Just a quick press of your lips against his skin before you slipped your wrist free and disappeared into the hall. He stood there, frozen as he watched your retreating form vanish from sight. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and his soul longed to follow after you. To take you into his arms and never let you go. To protect and serve you for as long as he was able and find a way, any way, to convince you to fight for your life and not let whatever disease gripped you win. He didn't know what ailed you, which of the few fae illnesses had sunk its claws into your blood or bones, but he knew they all were deadly and that your chances were slim. But they were even slimmer if you did not wish to survive. If you did not wish to fight.

He stumbled, half asleep, into the dining room the next morning feeling as if he'd been fighting an entire army for hours with no end in sight. Rage and dread swirled around in his head like a cyclone fueled by his fear for what had not yet passed and what would become of him when it did. He hadn't known you long, but that didn't matter. His heart yearned for you in a way he had never experienced before. And he didn't know if he ever would again.

“You look awful,” your voice was small as he snapped his head up to see you curled in one of the low backed chairs at the table. Your knees were pressed to your chest, and a throw blanket was draped over your shoulder as you pushed eggs around on the half finished plate in front of you. And while you still glowed like the morning sunrise, just beginning to peak above the horizon, even that seemed dimmed as you rested your chin into the valley between your knees.

“So do you,” he breathed out heavily as he took his usual seat up the table from you.

“I couldn't sleep,” you admitted with the smallest shrug Cassian had ever seen before. If you hadn't been the subject of his entire focus, he would have missed the gesture entirely. “My thoughts kept circling like vultures.”

He nodded once, “Same.”

A plate of food appeared on the table before him and the two of you ate. That same taught silence from the night before stretching between you but heavier now. As if weighed down by every question and answer that neither of your dared to voice. Too afraid of everything that might be said once you began.

But you had to begin.

“A question for a question,” you whispered in a small voice. Your eyes never strayed from the plate in front of you.

You heard him swallow once, “Okay.”

There was another beat of silence while you both struggled with where to start before -

“What is the strip of light that follows you?” He asked suddenly. Your eyes snapped up to meet his in surprise. “I've seen it a few times. It reminds me of Azriel's shadows but…”

You lifted your head to nod once. “It is very similar.” You set one hand on the table and let the daylight slide from your skin. It pooled into a sphere, the size of a chicken egg, just beyond your fingertips before it moved. It seemed to stretch like a cat waking from a nap before it slithered across the dark wood to where Cassian watched. Something akin to wonderment flickering in those hazel eyes as he tracked the daylight that wrapped around his wrist.

“My sister and I were born different from the high fae of the Day Court,” you explained, watching his face closely as he marveled at the slip of light traveling up his muscular arm. “While your brother is called Shadowsinger, we are called Lightbringers. We glowe like sunlight lived in our blood and answered to our every whim.” Another ball of light slid from your fingers to pool on the table. A third appeared. A fourth.

“Like Azriel's shadows, my daylight can listen and whisper. Though they are significantly less stealthy.” You tipped your head to the side. Four sunbeams danced and played across his skin. One ducking into General's long hair only to pounce on one of the others and chase it around his thick neck. “And far more unruly.”

He laughed once, “They're like kittens.”

You laughed as well, “That is more true than you know.” Your face turned serious for a moment. “When did you first see them? They've never allowed themselves to be viewed by anyone other than my sister - my twin - and I before.”

“In the library the first time we met,” he answered as the daylight on his shoulder wiggled and jumped as if trying to get to the table. Only to slip and tumble down the arm below it. “When I was leaving, I saw it return back to you.”

Your expression became unreadable as you bit your bottom lip, “Interesting.”

“What is your twin's name?” He asked, his voice softening as he watched you.

You told him, a deep sigh escaping from your chest as you looked down at the table. “She died in the last raid of the Grand Library. Just before Amarantha was put down.”

“I'm sorry,” he offered. “I didn't know.”

“It's hard to talk about,” you admitted.

Another moment of silence passed between you. The Daylight on Cassian's skin was still swirling and playing. One of the beams appeared to be gnawing on his fingertips as they lay splayed across the table.

“Do you want to see something I've never shown anyone but her?” you asked softly, and he tipped his head to the side before nodding once. With the snap of your fingers, the daylight slid from his skin and gathered on the table. All four slips of light began circling each other. Swirling around and around as they lay flat and expanding against the dark wood surface until there was a swirling void of light the size of a dinner plate in front of him.

He blinked in confusion. “What…” his words trailed off as images and pictures began to form within the light. The Grand Library, with its towering pillars of gold and silver. A veritable mountain of books within the clear quartz structure. Courtiers and scholars walked through, some acknowledging you in the memory as you walked among them. Some were too deep in their debates to see the female who passed them. It never bothered you. Gods knew you'd been that way plenty of times. You smiled and looked up at Cassian, whose jaw had gone a bit slack as he looked from you to the memory playing across the table.

“I didn't know it was possible to share memories like this,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Outside of the Veritas, I mean.”

“It wasn't,” you smiled fully at him then, pride rippling off you in waves. It made you look younger, somehow. As if you were not weighed down by all you had endured. “This is new magic. A spell of my own design. You do not need to be a Lightbringer to perform it, but it certainly makes it easier.” Your expression fell as the image rippled and changed within the void. A female, a mirror image of you, smiled broadly and without restraint as you wandered the stacks collecting books. It rippled again, and now the two of you were standing on a balcony at dawn, as the winds of Day swept through your hair. Another ripple, and she was waking you up. It was the dead of night based on the darkness that could be seen through the wind behind her, but she didn't care. She wanted to show you her latest magical feat. A spell to allow fairies without wings, the ability to fly.

“It was a deal we made with each other,” you told him, not daring to drag your eyes from the image. “Any discoveries we made we were to show each other first. We were each other's biggest supporters. We wanted to share in the others' joy… And… And then…”

The image on the table changed. Every scholar and Courtier within the Grand Library went still as the warning from Helion's father went out. Amarantha was coming to sack the Day Court.

“My sister and I managed to hide a great many priceless books over those fifty years with our… talents.” You spoke as the images showed people grabbing tomes and scrolls and shoving them into a few sections of the library. You and your twin coming together to weave your magic around the stacks until every book and artifact vanished from sight. “Amarantha's cronies didn't know what we could do - Why we glowed. They just thought that it was some quirk of our bloodline and didn't bother to look into it. If they had, then they would have gotten rid of us much sooner. Whole wings of the library became barren under our glamor. Beyond a regular sight shield, our magic made it not only look empty but also felt vacant. Unworthy of the time it would take to explore it.

You sighed heavily, dropping your chin back onto your knee. “For fifty years, I rose with the dawn, and my sister woke at dusk to make sure one of us was always awake to maintain the spell that kept our most prized collections safe. But as the years went on, we became more and more tired and weak. We could never relax, never truly rest. And then…”

“One of you fell asleep,” he murmured.

“My head dropped for just a moment, but it was enough.” You closed your eyes as the memory played in the light. You were sitting by the window, the evening sun so low in the sky. A moment of black, and then you shot out of your seat. “The power of those books rippled through the library, and she woke up. She ran to the doors just as Amarantha's soldiers did, and they cut her down.”

Rage, old and familiar burned in your chest as the images played on the table. Your sister, your twin, beautiful and strong, unleashing a wave of daylight that burned the soldiers from the inside out. Boiling them alive at the cellular level until they were nothing but husks at her feet. And then she fell among them. Her injuries were too severe for her immortal blood to stave off death. You ran to her, held her in your arms, and cried as the light of her skin slowly dimmed and then winked out all together.

“A few hours later, Amarantha was dead, and Helion had returned to us.” You swallowed down the emotions that had risen up your throat and lifted your gaze to meet his. “He gave her a hero's funeral. Every honor he could bestow he did and I…” The image flickered to show you walking through the library. There was no light, no joy in the memory. Everything had gone dull and lifeless. Helion approached at one point, concern clearly expressed across his features, but you just pushed past him.

“I think part of me blamed him for not ending it sooner.” You admitted in a small voice. “I know it's stupid, but I was so angry in those first few months. I'm still angry at him, though, for a different reason now.” The image rippled to Helion coming to you and whisking you away to the Night Court where Rhysand was waiting for you with an offer to use his library below the House of Wind for the next six months. A look at your High Lord told you it wasn't a negotiation. And while now, a few months later, you could see the love and concern in his eyes, you remembered only feeling betrayal and rage in the moment. Helion was doing what he thought was best with the information he had. You couldn't fault him for that.

You looked up to Cassian, who had sat quietly enough through your story, to find him staring at you in return. It wasn't pain or sympathy that you saw there, but something like grim understanding. He knew what it was to lose someone and to rage at the world for it.

“Can you fly?” He asked, a nod towards the light that now swirled blankly over the dark wood of the table. “That spell she showed you… Can you still do it?”

You nodded once, the corners of your lips lifting just a bit, “The cost of magic is great, but yes. With enough rest, I could fly alongside you. Maybe even faster.”

He snorted, “In your dreams, Glowbug.”

Something in your chest fluttered at the nickname. Your cheeks blushed a faint pink as you smiled more freely at the Illyrian across from you.

The light on the table flickered and changed. The image of Cassian appeared, and you went entirely still. The Illyrian was lying flat on his stomach in his bed. His arms were wrapped around the pillow, his face was half concealed within, and soft snores could be heard coming from his body. You were sitting on the floor beside the bed. Your chin rested on your crossed arms as you watched the warrior sleep. There was a look in your eyes you weren't expecting to see. Something like soft bewilderment as you studied the smooth lines and rugged features of the General before you.

Your blush burned deeper now as the Illyrian at the table arched an eyebrow and looked to where you tried to curl in tighter on yourself. “The quirks aren't completely worked out,” you mumbled. “The magic tends to show what it wants.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You were in my room,” his lips curled in devilish delight. “Watching me sleep.”

“You'd been watching me,” you pressed your lips together as you looked away from the male across from you. “It only seemed fair that I returned the favor.”

“You fell asleep in a communal space of the house,” he pointed out. “And all I did was cover you with a blanket.”

You sighed heavily, your cheeks on fire as you made yourself look at him. “Do you want me to apologize?” There was no defensiveness to your tone. No aggression or irritation. Only a genuine offer should he want it.

Cassian shrugged once, “Don't worry about it. Trust me, Rhys and Az have done much worse than just watching me sleep.”

You laughed once, “Brothers usually do.” And another one of those smiles drifting across your face. The ones that made his heart beat unsteady and his lungs constrict in his chest. He found himself answering it with a grin of his own before your words from last night flitted through his mind.

“I'm sick.”

Like a wave of ice crashed over him, his body went rigid. His mind quickly counted questions before he slowly opened his mouth to ask. “What-”

“Don’t,” you stopped him. Your eyes turned pleading before they dropped to the table between you. “Please, don't ask.”

“Y/N,” his voice was soft as he reached a hand towards yours where it still rested on the table. “I want to understand.”

“You don't need to know what is killing me to understand that I will soon die.” Your own voice came out weak as you pulled your hand away before he could touch you. Wrapping your arms around your legs as you curled in tighter on yourself.

“You don't know that-”

“Come now, Cassian,” you laughed once, a sound with no joy in it, only cold resignation. “You know the statistics when it comes to Fae illnesses. This,” a nod towards yourself, “is worse. Trust me, there is no surviving it.”

“Then why the research?” He asked, anger leaking into his tone. “Why look into it if you don't have a chance?”

“Because despite what you think, I don't want to die.” You spat at him now. Your own rage rising to meet his. “I wished and prayed and researched, hoping to find something, anything to give me the barest hint of a chance, but there is nothing. Nothing to stop this. Nothing that can save me.

You swallowed back a sob as you pressed your eyes into your knees. “Last night, I went over it all again. Every scrap of research I had. And it all just confirmed what I already knew in my heart. In my soul.” You looked up at him again, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I'm already dead.”

Cassian didn't back down, his hands balling into fists on the table between you. “There must be something we can do. Someone we can ask- Madja-”

“You think I haven't been to every healer in the realm?” You demanded, your nails digging into your skin. “That I didn't think to seek a medical professional when I realized something was wrong?”

“I don't know what to think,” he nearly shouted at you as he leaned forward in his seat. “Because you won't tell me-”

“I am dying, Cassian!” You shouted back, “You are not entitled to any more information than that!” But even as you spoke, the light on the table shifted and changed. It showed the memory of your sister's death again. The glow of her skin slowly dimmed while you held her and wept. But it also showed you. Your own light flickering, your cries turning from devastation to pain as you collapsed to the floor beside your twin. It showed the bond between two bodies lying on the floor, one alive, the other dead. And it showed what you had always known, but no one ever understood. A sphere of light, gentle and sweet, with ropes of gold that touches the hearts of both females.

One soul, two bodies.

And the rip that severed you completely.

You heard Cassian's breath catch in his throat but didn't give him time to react before you were running. Out the door, across the veranda, and jumping over the edge so that you were in free fall. You only just saw him diving after you before you winnowed away entirely

AN

[jjkfangirl]

toji makes you squirt for the first time

Toji Fushiguro is your fuck buddy. You kind of hate him, because he's a deadbeat (and for some reason is cocky about it,) but he's a great fuck and hot as hell - so you enjoy fucking him for fun. Lots of late night booty calls and WYD texts. He generally fucks the shit out of you and then leaves - tonight is no different.

I just know of all the men in jjk toji would be the one that would just literally walk up to you, finger fuck the shit out of you effortlessly til you squirt, and then act like it was no big deal. and he'd be so fucking cocky about it too.

You were out for drinks with friends earlier in the evening when you stupidly decided to send Toji Fushiguro a “wyd” text around 9pm.

It wasn't that you regretted it.. it was just that if you were honest with yourself, he was kind of a piece of shit. Your relationship with Toji was a guilty pleasure... one that would never amount to anything more than casual sex. 

You may have semi hated him and his cocky-ass demeanor, but god.. god damn he was fucking hot. And such a good fuck, too.

By 9:15 you were sneaking off to the girls bathroom to text him a little up-skirt shot and another one with your shirt pulled up, breasts partially out, and tits pressed together with a cute little winky kissy face. It didn't take much to entice him to come over anyway, but you felt like being a little extra flirty this evening.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

You hit send and within 60 seconds had a reply: “i'll be at ur place in 40 mins. u better not be wearing panties when I get there”

FUCK. The response had your pussy fucking throbing. 

Ten minutes later, you were in the backseat of a cab on the way home. You were sitting with your legs crossed, rubbing your thighs together slightly and clenching your muscles trying desperately to get a little friction to your clit. You kept thinking about his broad shoulders and muscular arms.. the way he would pick you up with ease and throw you around. His large hands. How tall he was.. how big and thick his cock was.. all the ways he'd rag-doll fuck you. How he had this ability to somehow effortlessly get you off multiple times, every single time, all with this little fucking cocky half grin (which you loved and hated.)

For some reason, that fucker just knew exactly what to do to get you off. And he confidently did, every time.

You were lost in your fantasy of him when the cab driver said (for the second time,) “We're here, Miss.” Shaking your head slightly out of your wet-daydream, you thanked him and slid out of the car – secretly hoping you didn't leave a wet spot on the leather seats.

You were fully soaked through your panties at the thought of Toji.

You quickly got yourself in the house, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and laid down on the couch. Remembering his orders, you pulled your slick soaked panties off your legs and tossed them on the coffee table. You had a feeling he might like seeing those when he came in the door.

You shot him a quick text: “doors unlocked” and waited for him to arrive. Lazily fondling your nipples and grazing across your clit through your skirt. You wondered what he might have planned – if anything. 

Right around 10, Toji showed up.

He knocked at the door and then promptly entered.

The tall man who crossed the threshold into your living room was wearing dark straight leg jeans, boots, and a light gray sweater. You could see his traps and collar bones just above the loose neck of the shirt. His broad shoulders, chest, and biceps nearly stretching the sweater to its limit. You could smell that he had just showered, and his hair still looked a little wet as it fell into his face. 

Toji's eyes shot around the room - noting the panties on the coffee table with a smirk – and then finally settled on your body sprawled out on the couch. You had yourself propped up on a few pillows, one knee bent and leaning against the back cushions, the other was lazily spread open, foot hanging off the couch. You weren't sure, but you hoped he was getting a little glimpse of your pussy from under your dark navy blue pleated skirt.

And just as you expected, there was his cocky fucking grin, accented by a small scar around his mouth. You never asked how he got that.

“Missed me, huh?” he grinned and came to sit down at the couch. “You just can't get enough of me these days, can you?” He leaned in closer.

“Oh just.. Shut the fuck up Toji,” you said with a dramatic eye roll. 

He sniggered and grabbed the panties off the table, “I see you listened to my directions. Good girl.”

You struggled to keep yourself from smiling at the praise, shaping your lips into something of a pursed smug half-smile.

“Go on. Lemme see.” he smirked, eyes darting down to your skirt's hemline and back up to your face.

You rolled your lips in, slightly biting on your lower lip as you released them. Your hand made its way down to your skirt hem and ever-so-slowly began pulling it up with one finger. You enjoyed teasing Toji as much as you could. Bratting a little bit, even, just trying to get some kind of reaction out of him.

Toji growled out a “mmmmmm” as his eyes feasted on your wet pussy. He quickly tossed the panties in his hand behind him, and they landed somewhere on the floor across the room. “Can I...?” he asked gently, tracing his hand lightly along the inside of your bent thigh. You nodded, “mmhm” once again biting your lips to keep yourself from smiling.

Toji traced his fingers lightly along your inner thighs, your ass, and your pelvis – avoiding everywhere you actually wanted him to touch you. That fucking bastard.

You loved it though. Your pussy clenched and you were sure he could see it from the way he was studying the view under your skirt as he teased you relentlessly. Your breathing got a little harder.

“Hm.. seems like you want something y/n.. wanna tell me what that is?”

He got another eye roll from you in response as you quickly grabbed your skirt and pushed it down between your legs, covering your heat.

Toji grabbed your hands with his so quickly you didn't even realize what was happening before he had them pinned over your head. “Tsk tsk tsk.. what's that all about? You little fucking brat. I know you want this.” That fucking cocky smirk was plastered all over his face once again. Your eyes rolled. His other hand reached down and flipped the front of your skirt up once again as he met your eyes.

You loved playing these stupid games with Toji... always trying to get him worked up enough that he'd start man handling you and throwing you around.

And it always fucking worked.

Toji took a finger and wet it in his mouth. He pressed gently down on the top of your clit, and then slowly slid it down your wet slit, pausing just outside the opening. “You may be acting like you don't want this, you little brat, but your pussy is telling me otherwise.” You licked your lips and bit the bottom one in response. You were sure you were incredibly slick - he could have shoved multiple fingers in your slick hole all at once – you had honestly been wet since that text he sent an hour ago when you were at the bar.

“Nothing to say, hm?” as he slid a finger into you, rotating it and curling it up to touch that heavenly spot inside of you.

You took a deep sigh and let out a breathy moan on the exhale. 

“Oh.. fuuckk” you whimpered as he started to slowly pump his finger inside of you, curling the tip around to hit your g-spot. You felt butterflies forming in your stomach, almost getting light headed at the sensation.

“That's what I thought.” he said confidently, still pinning your wrists over your head and caging you into the couch – face about a foot from yours.

He watched intently as your breathing picked up the pace and you started to squirm under his touch. Trying to fuck yourself down onto his finger as much as you could even though he had you pinned from above.

Toji lifted himself up to have better leverage over you, while still pinning your wrists. He was now kneeling with one knee between your legs, the other foot on the floor off the couch. He slid a second finger in carefully, never looking away from your face. You could tell he enjoyed seeing what kind of response he could get out of you as he controlled your body so expertly. God he was good - but something about how confident he was really pissed you off.

You loved it as much as you hated it.

His two fingers milked you rhythmically as his dark blue eyes bored into yours. The eye contact was intense, and you were sure your pupils were blown out black with lust and your cheeks and chest were flushed with heat. Your moans got louder and louder the more rough he got with his hands.

Toji picked up the pace even faster, and your moans and cries got louder and more unhinged. His two curved fingers began pumping up and down inside of you, hitting the same spot over and over and over. He was unrelenting, even as you squirmed and squealed beneath him, trying to pull away. 

“Toji.. Toji.. Toji.. ah.. fuck! Fuck! S'too much.. shit!” you cried out while writhing beneath him.

He just smiled and kept finger fucking the shit out of you. Never letting up, never changing what he was doing, and still pinning you down by the wrists. The control and stamina he had was absolutely insane.

You started to feel something a little unfamiliar growing inside your core. It felt like an orgasm, but you weren't sure. Were you about to squirt? It was so overstimulating, you had no idea how to even respond outside of squealing and screaming and crying out – words completely escaped you. This man had full fucking control over your body, and you were completely at his mercy.

Toji went even faster, faster than you thought was humanely possible. Just then, you cried out, and gushed and squirted around his fingers. “Fuuu-uuu—c-kkk... Tojiiiiiii fuck!” juices squirted out of you and drenched the sofa and the bottom of your skirt as you released. Toji quickly took his hand off of your wrists and began frantically rubbing your clit with the flats of his fingers. He started pumping his other hand in and out of you and another release quickly followed the first. You clenched and throbbed around his fingers, tremors rolling through your entire body, hips bucking and rutting into his hands. The whole thing was so overstimulating you weren't even sure what happened.

But... Toji did. That fucker.

“I knew I was going to get you to squirt tonight.” He said, sighing and plopping himself down on the couch after releasing his fingers from your soaking wet cunt. He was very much satisfied with himself and the reaction he drew from your body.

Your face was bewildered, “Wh—wha-- um... what?”

“What's wrong?” he laughed, “You've never squirted before?” he mocked.

You were literally speechless. You didn't even think that was something you could do. You weren't even sure it was real prior to this moment. You were also certain your face probably looked stupid as you tried to mentally and physically collect yourself and piece yourself back together. All while that mother fucker laid back, admiring the mess he made of you.

“Um.. no.. wow I..I.. I didn't even know I could do that.” You finally laughed. 

“Well good thing you called me up, right? God, you made a fucking mess. You might want to clean that up or you might end up with a stain on this couch.” He slapped the seat cushion and you wanted to fucking punch him.

“You had this planned and you couldn't have put a towel down??” You still were laying back on the couch, dumbfounded, numb and tingling from your releases, only just barely getting the ability to piece sentences together.

Toji laughed, “Couldn't ruin the surprise now, could I?”

He got an eye roll in response.

[canisbrutus]

hi.. wave… inbox return

can i request trentlius or jimpete stuff??? or those characters separately??? i yearn for petey content.. yes

yes yeeeeees my friend, ill hook you up with some trentlius for now, and i'll see about the rest after i sort my other requests. ahems.

Trent & Cornelius 🎬📊

alright. so. these two are doomed to fall apart in my pov.

so i apologize if this is a bit of a downer for you but they still got some interesting quirks to play off of.

the way i see it, trent is a guy with problems. they both do admittedly but trent's are more glaringly obvious.

one of trent's lines admits he drinks cough syrup. and one of cornelius' lines mentions his own grandpa smells like galloway.

and for those unaware: drinking cough syrup (presumably Nyquil here) is kinda just like. a Worse drunk.

like booze it fills your head with a cloud. but it also fills your body with Lead. instantly.

having a panic attack? so pissed off you just wanna break some bones? feeling yourself about to spiral about your own worthless future? about being scum of the earth?

take a shot and all that will grind to a halt.

as some may say. 'that ichor is an anchor of apathy.'

cough syrup might not kill your brain the same way alcohol will but it Will fuck up your organs. acetaminophen will land you in a hospital bed or a Casket if you overdo that one.

that being said, cornelius probably has some hangups about it affecting intelligence and his social state at Best, considering his experience with his grandpa and focus on intellect.

very strong point of tension for arguments and whatnot.

(sidenote: as somebody who was dependent on nyquil to cope before i could legally drink, i know what im talkin about here. if you wanna know more details abt that feel free to ask)

anyway in general cornelius strikes me as somewhat of a prude.

no drinking no drugs. not much of a thrillseeker.

on stage he could be anything, but outside of it? he needed perfect grades to get into those major colleges. no room for distractions, no room for error.

trent is very much the opposite.

he doesnt have many prospects academically so he throws himself into acting. gotta go to hollywood, go big or go home, as they say.

that being said. trent Did convince him to come out and have some fun on occasion.

it was always so funny seeing cornelius squeal and screech at everything.

though trent probably got slapped a few times for laughing at him like the rest of the school does.

but: they liked watching movies together, picking apart actor's mannerisms and themes and whatnot.

reenacting them on occasion.

i can see them going stargazing, too. those clear summer nights.

cornelius likely wanted to work for nasa. his heroes were those calculator women that got us to the moon, probably.

summer nights, yeah. bullworth has a year-round schedule.

and id wager things broke off... either early in chapter 1 or just before jimmy arrives in school.

cornelius had looked up to earnest greatly. and when they were caught having a moment in the library... well. ultimately cornelius trusted his judgement when earnest degraded That bond and told him not to associate with such ruffians.

he was Better than that, after all.

trent didnt take that the greatest. but he did pick himself up and move on to, you know, Kirby.

was he completely fine after that? no. but he was an Actor. so it didnt matter as long as he Looked fine.

regardless. in earnest's speech running for class president, he mentions cutting off The Arts. which includes theatre.

which almost certainly felt like a stab in the back for cornelius, and brought Doubt into his mind.

he'd begun isolating himself further, 'ivory tower' and all that, just throwing himself into his studies completely as to avoid becoming vulnerable with anyone again.

that Doubt was later confirmed when earnest goaded the jocks into attacking them for a quick wank; earnest did Not have their interests at heart.

after that, well. i'm sure cornelius wanted to apologize, to take back how distant he'd been, to maybe rekindle what he lost with trent.

even if they did struggle together at times, trent had begun pulling him out of his sheltered view, and cornelius had seen through his act and shown him genuine Care.

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[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

You seem to be the headcanon person of the fandom. How do you think Sherliam would handle a serious argument/disagreement? Idk like their arguing styles? Who apologizes/gives in first? Things like that.

First off, love the idea that I am the headcanon person haha!

One of the fic prompts I'm working on involves this idea, but in a fun and sexy kinda way, so lemme take a shot at it a little more seriously, though a fair amount of what I'm gonna say may pop up in that fic later. This in itself kind of devolved into borderline fic as I went...and then crackfic at the end lol. 😅

I have a headcanon that Sherlock has a lot of underlying anxiety during their early days in NYC: that he hasn't really had the opportunity to deal with his own trauma from watching someone he loves attempt suicide, risking his own life and being injured himself, and spending months not knowing if William would wake up.

I don't think they often have serious disagreements, but the first few times they do, because of that lingering anxiety and stress, I imagine Sherlock just immediately backs down when things start to get stressful. And he's stewing internally over all the comebacks and points he desperately wants to make, but it's not worth it when he's so terrified that any sincere conflict between them might push Liam back to a dark place.

But a couple of months go by after Vermissa, and Liam is more and more okay every day, and one day some sincere yet ultimately unimportant argument comes up: maybe something to do with preparing for a mission, or a disagreement about something in one of their academic journals. And they're snarking back and forth a little, but there's a bit of a sincere edge to it. Then Liam says something and instantly, the perfect sassy comeback is right on the tip of Sherlock's tongue, but he swallows it down and says something milder instead, and Liam is suddenly all laser eyed observation, frowning at him.

And then all the pieces click together in Liam's head, and he understands what's going on. And he stops to tell Sherlock in no uncertain terms that he is not as fragile as Sherlock seems to think, and that them being on equal footing is important to him, and that honestly he quite likes Sherlock's sharp wit even when it's directed at him, and enjoys returning in kind.

From then on even serious disagreements are handled with playful bickering and snarking. They have a good sense of each other's sensitivities and how to avoid them, and it's rare for either to go too far and cause any hurt, but when it does happen the one who did so is always quick to apologize. Basically they just think squabbling is a lot of fun.

Once, Billy witnesses them pick an entirely unnecessary and random fight with each other, both grinning and clearly having the time of their lives, and he throws up his hands and says,

"Y'know, it doesn't actually count as makeup sex if you start the fight just for the sex!"

[inky2556]

Magix Ultra

Chapter 4

If you asked Zero why he had a large bandage over his erium lamp, he would tell you he got injured during a battle against a strong, ferocious, deadly monster. Yup, that's it.

It definitely wasn't because he offended Chiara. And he definitely didn't get the bandage over his erium lamp because Chiara decided to ram into him full speed just to prove a point.

Luckily, ultras heal real quick. But for him not quick enough if he had to keep the bandage on for the rest of the day.

To avoid anymore questions about his forehead, Zero confined himself to the private training room hoping to pass the time and away from prying eyes. Emphasis on the word private.

He kicked and punched holographic targets that appeared around him until he spun around to strike another one. It disappeared into digitized particles and revealed none other than Chiara who was standing a few feet away.

She waved awkwardly when Zero finally noticed her presence.

"How long have you been there?"

"I've been here for a while now... You looked so focused I didn't want to bother you so I thought I'd come by later but then I got distracted seeing you do really cool moves like that sooo...." her babbling ended with an awkward laugh at the end.

"Oh? So you were amazed by my awesome moves then?" He says as he runs his thumb across the corner of his mouth and walks over to her.

"Yeah something like that... listen, I need to tell you something..." she starts off. Her tone has him on edge. There's a seriousness from it that she's never used before. He noted how she was fidgeting her hands as she nervously stole glances at him . Could it be-

He mentally slapped himself for that idea. How could he think that? 

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out. Zero was startled by her out-of-nowhere apology.

"Wha- what are you apologizing for?"

"You know," she motioned at her forehead while staring at his, "this". Zero subconsciously brought a hand to his bandaged forehead and figured out what she was talking about. To be honest, he wasn't really mad at her or anything. He might be embarrassed if people found out he got hurt because he angered the purple ultra over something stupid. But she had a point though she expressed it in a little violent way.

"This? Don't worry about it, it'll be gone by the end of the day." he assured her while patting her head. Chiara slowly brought her hand up to his that was patting her head.

"Really?...You're not mad?..." she sounded meek yet so surprised and hopeful.

"Really."

Suddenly, another pain struck her head. Then she saw a scene play before her.

"I did all that I could to drive him off!" a silver haired girl defended herself. The air in the ship felt tense as the two magic users were sizing each other up.

"Guys, I think we should take a moment to-" the hero sporting a black t-shirt with a signature red S tried to reason but was abruptly cut off.

"Well not good enough if the mission was still a fail!"

"It was trap and you know it. We all know it! Besides, if you just worked with me we wouldn't have been so busy with witch boy and we would've been able to go help the rest of the team. But nooo, you just had to throw yourself in there and refused my help!"

"Oh please,I fought Klarion more times that you can count. What makes you think you could do better?" the sorceress shot back.

"I don't think I could do better. But together we had a fighting chance. A chance you  threw away!"

"This is a real dangerous threat. It's not something that prissy fairy school could ever prepare you for."

"What the-", the silver haired girl was offended, she thought back to all the threats Alfea managed to overcome and how the fairies there fought hard and valiantly to protect their beloved school and everything in the magic dimension. Klarion could never come close to the evil forces they faced. How dare she-"You have no right to say that! The fairies of Alfea are strong if not stronger than your sorry a-"

"Alright alright, cut it out guys. We all had a long day, we'll talk about this when we get back to the cave." the argument ended instantly at the order of their team leader. His exhaustion was clear even behind his domino mask. Then he glanced at the silver haired fairy, she didn't like the look he was giving her nor what he was about to say.

"And you really need to learn how to work with your teammates. Something like this can't happen again."

She wanted to protest yet she schooled her features and lowered her head. But she clenched her fist out of view of everyone in frustration at the ridiculousness of it all. All of a sudden she heard a familiar voice echo around her.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

"HEY!"

Chiara jerked at the sudden shouting in her ear. She looked up to see Zero standing right in front of her. His face was close to hers as he bent his knees a little to match her eye level while both hands were gripping her shoulders.

"Oh umm...sorry about that..." she mumbled. She tried to step away but his strong grip wouldn't let her.

"What do you have to be sorry for? What happened?" He questioned her.

"It's just... sometimes I get really bad headaches and it leads to... visions?" she said like it was a question so unsure of herself.

"Could it be your memories?" at his suggestion she looked away and hugged herself. Her body language betraying just how troubled she felt.

"I...I don't know..." "I don't think I want to know..."

They fell into a heavy silence. Unknowingly they didn't move an inch from their position of Zero standing really close and towering over her. From a certain angle Chiara's head that was facing the side made it look like she was leaning against him in a warm embrace. An angle that was positioned right towards the entrance of the training room. If any ultra walked in they would certainly misunderstand.

And misunderstand they did.

"*Gasp* Kyaaaaaa!!!"

"Ultra shock! Master! Chiara!"

If Zero thought Chiara slamming into him hurt, then her pushing him away hard would've broken a few bruises and sent him flying if he wasn't as strong as he is.

Instantly they turned to the two intruding ultras. Z continued to look at them in shock while Grigio looked like she was buzzing in excitement. Oh dear.

"What're you two doing here?" Zero questioned with Chiara standing right beside him. They clearly didn't realize the misunderstanding that it would lead to.

"Weeeelll, I was looking for Chiara who Orb said was looking for Zero,"

"And I was looking for master but then I ran into Grigio who said that she was looking for Chiara who was looking for master and then we asked Mebius who said that master was in the private training room," Z continued.

"And we figured you might be here too since you were looking for Zero." Grigio added.

"Oh ok, sooo why are you looking for us?" the purple ultra asked.

"I wanted to ask master abou-mffp" Z was cut off when Grigio began dragging him away by the arm while covering his mouth.

"No important reason! We're sorry for intruding on you two!" Grigio said cheerfully. A bit too cheerfully.

"Intrud-" then it dawned on her. Zero seemed to come to the same conclusion.

"Wait! It's not-"

"Byeeeee!" and with that Grigio left with Z in tow.

Chiara and Zero were left dumbfounded. By the time they snapped out of it to chase after them, Grigio and Z had already disappeared.

"They think that you and I..."

"Yup" They both looked at each other.

"It can't be that bad right?"

"Right."

"We'll just correct them later." Chiara added. Another silence followed before Zero said,

"Wanna spar?"

"Sure!" she happily agreed.

They would soon find out just how much they underestimated the situation. And Grigio and Z's mouths. ~~~

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[fangirl-forever3000]

Another take one what could've been...

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The tension between these two is palpable. 

"So, you went to school with Yeon Jin. Tell me, did you approach me on purpose?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered. And a moment later, before he could look away dejectedly, she said, "No. Yes and no."

"What?"

"I knew who you were when I first saw you. But it wasn't my plan to run into you at the Go club. I just went there to play a game or two."

Giving her a confused look, he motioned for her to keep talking. She had his interest piqued since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He might as well listen to everything she has to say.

"You were playing at the club at the same time as me, that is all. I saw you there and then I changed my plan. You would've been an easier way to get to your wife."

Every interaction with Dong Eun would automatically etch itself into his brain, and this was no different. Do Young stood there looking at his soon-to-be ex-wife's unfortunate victim. His mind traitorously screamed, "You're planning on leaving Yeon Jin just for this?! Good choice! Good riddance!" He stared at her and asked, "So you really do it? Backstab naive men, make them cry, and ruin lives?"

"Yes. I told you so already. You chose to not back off," she reminded him.

He did something he has never done in his life. He pleaded with her. Just to hear her side of the story, which he knew would be nothing but the truth. "Butakheyo (please). Tell me. Tell me everything. I am ready to hear it. I braced myself." 

He motioned to the bench nearby and they sat down together.

She looked at him deadpanned and spoke, "I speak from experience. Even if you have braced yourself for something like this, it will hurt you. It will hurt you a lot."

"It won't hurt me more than it hurt you. Mianhe. I should correct myself. More than she hurt you."

For the first time in forever, Dong Eun was stunned by this man's actions. Up until now, for her, he had been predictable. Keeping wary of her surroundings and who she was talking to, Dong Eun decided to tell him everything. About So Hee. About her. About all the 'bullying', when in fact, it was simply plain abuse.

Whilst they were talking, they both suddenly became aware of the fact that they were being watched. Closely watched. They pretended to keep talking but prepared themselves mentally for the unexpected. Not moments later 3 hitmen appeared out of the shadows and went straight for Dong Eun. 

The first hitman burst through the backdoor, and she quickly grabbed him and used his momentum to throw him over her shoulder. She kicked him in the stomach as he tried to get up, knocking the wind out of him. A couple more straight kicks to his chest, stomach, and to his shin made sure he would not get up for a while.

The second hitman came at her with a knife, but Dog Eun was too quick. She disarmed him and used his own knife against him, slicing his hand, and his leg and finally nicking him close to his neck. All the while Do Young tried to fight off the third guy and kept an eye on the first one, knowing that he would not get up so soon, courtesy of his fighting counterpart. The third hitman knocked him in the back of his head, forcing him to lose his senses momentarily. 

The third hitman was more prepared, and he had a gun. Dong Eun dodged his first shot and used a nearby tin cover as a shield. Do Young meanwhile, got up and saw her getting shot at. He panicked. All the while, she tossed the shield at the hitman, knocking him off balance, and then tackled him to the ground. Using his own gun, she shot him in the leg twice, put one in the first hitman's arms, and used the gun butt to toss all consciousness out of the second one. 

Needless to say, they all ran tucking their tails between their legs. The only plus point was that one of them dropped his cell phone and was too disoriented to realize it. 

As Do Young lay on the ground, gasping for breath, he looked up to see his newest fascination standing over him. She may be bruised and battered, but she is alive and well. She had just defeated their assailants with ease, her clothes now stained with blood and she offered him a hand up.

"You saved my life," he said, still a little stunned.

She smiled softly in her patented way. "Yes, I did."

"Wae? (Why?)"

"Wae? Wae jeogui gajang gakkaun saramui saengmyeongeul guhaneun sarami issseupnikka, Do-Young ssi? (Why? Why does anyone save the life of a person close to the enemy, Do Young?)"

He shook his head, wary of her motives. He had an idea. He had been having it for a long time. Somewhere deep inside Do Young's consciousness, he hoped that he would be right.

"Ttaemun dangsineul johahaeyo (It's because I like you)," she said, her eyes sparkling with cold behavior and partial amusement.

Do Young couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You saved me because you like me?" he repeated, acting incredulous and being truly satisfied. He had been right. Now, of course, he could rid himself of the little insecurity he had developed with regard to a certain young doctor he had seen her roam around with.

Dong Eun shrugged. "Why not? You're an interesting person, and I enjoy a good challenge. Plus, it's always more fun to have someone to play baduk with. And let's not forget our dear darling Yeon Jin."

He didn't know what to make of her words. Was she being sincere, or was this just another one of her games? He decided to play along, for now. Just until he could get a hold of this woman's mind. He had a feeling that this was sincere. Little did he know that he was right. It was probably the most truthful thing she had said out loud in a long, long time.

"Is that the only reason why you like me? My Go playing skills? Or is it my wife?" he asked the first part chucklingly and the latter with a face that made it look like he had just tasted something disgusting.

"Anniyo. It's your mind that attracts me. And your heart - though it may not be clean and clear, is relatively pure. And of course, forgive me if it sounds objective, but then there's your face. Plus, it's an added benefit for me; to see Yeon Jin slowly lose everything."

For a moment he stared at her. And then Ha Do Young laughed. He actually laughed. No one apart from his daughter had been able to make him laugh. "Your answers are always unexpected."

She shrugged as if it meant nothing.

"You really like me?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical and amused. "I find that hard to believe, considering you've been trying to get revenge on my soon to be ex-wife and friends for weeks now."

She shrugged. "Well, you're not them, are you? And I changed my mind about you a long time ago. You and Ye-Sol are never going to be harmed at my hand."

"Why? Wouldn't it be the perfect revenge?"

"No. My fight for revenge is with Yeon Jin. You are innocent, and your adorable daughter is even more so. Plus, you are being lied to. That makes you someone who got hurt. Not someone who did the hurting."

"You know?" he asked offended and disbelievingly. Ha Do Young lived in a world where pride mattered a lot. And the fact that Dong Eun knew about his wife's continued indiscretion before he did and that she told him to his face that Ye Sol wasn't his, made a little dent in his well-tamed ego. It was a blot on his picture-perfect life and he didn't particularly enjoy it.

"Yes. It was not that hard to figure out once I realized that you aren't colorblind."

"And there's only one another ass we all know who is..." he said finishing her sentence for her.

They sat there in the night's silence. Their presence keeping the other soft company. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to her and asked, "What can I do?"

Dong Eun looked at him as though he was mad, but kept her impassive face on the front. "Mwo?(What?)"

"I said, what can I do to help?"

"Stay away, for starters. And take your kid away too. I don't want Yeon Jin using her as a chip."

"That's it?" he asked her as though he had just taken an arrow to the heart. And he had, metaphorically speaking, of course. Do Young had genuinely thought she would either ask him for help or at least let him help her. Granted, he was Yeon Jin's husband; he could just turn around and go tell her everything he knew about Dong Eun's plan. But he decided against it. She didn't know that, not yet.

"Yes. That's it. The less collateral damage I have to worry about, the faster will I rest."

"Can I not join the hunt?"

"I already have an executioner. I don't need another," she said straight to his face.

"You're the queen, the one who calls the shots. You have an executioner. But do you have a minister? I could be him. I could be your minister," he said, offering his services to destroy the remaining 4.

Dong Eun looked at him and replied, "Don't you know? If the queen goes down, so does her minister?" She motioned to the cell phone and said, "Judging by this, your wife is already trying to have me killed. Who knows, if you join the hunt, you might accidentally be the next target."

"I can handle her just fine. Plus, I have scores to settle with them. It will be easier and more fun for all of us if you just let me on board."

"Scores?"

"I don't like being lied to. Or being manipulated," he said pointedly referring to her actions and those of who he had to refer to as his wife.

Looking at his whiskey eyes, she said, "You want to join? I'll let you in. I will. When the time is right, I will."

"Fine," he said, setting his chin straight. "But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. A feeling he realized he had enjoyed. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Why not now?"

"I'm going to make their lives a hundred times worse; do what they did to me - break their bodies, their mind, their soul... You shouldn't be around for that. Just pray that they go to heaven when they finally do die, otherwise, their lives here would just be hell."

"Sure. Just promise me one thing. When you finally get to Yeon Jin, you will call me. Me and not that executioner."

She nodded and wondered internally if his words were the result of jealousy or the need for revenge for being cheated on and lied to.

"Say, if I give you access to my resources, would you teach me to play baduk like you?" 

She laughed once more. Her mind sent generated the notice that in his presence she smiled and laughed more than she did with anyone else. "Sure. I'll teach you."

Looking at each other in twilight's beauty, he came to realize fully why she was doing what she was doing. Before he could control his mouth he said, "Can I see them? Your scars?" She stared him down for a good minute or two. Just as he was about to apologize, she rolled up her sleeve to reveal a network of scars; the first of many.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He had known that she was a warrior ever since he spoke to that nobody of a woman - that Hye Jeong, but seeing the physical evidence of her battles, of his wife's torture, was something else entirely. He reached out tentatively, tracing the raised edges of one scar with his fingertips.

"It must have been painful," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers.

"It was," she replied, "but the pain is what made me stronger. These scars remind me of what I've been through and what I've overcome. It reminds me every day why I need to do this."

"I have scars inflicted by her too," he said, pointing across his chest - his heart. "But they're nothing compared to yours."

She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and respect. "Every scar tells a story," she said. "Yours is no less important than mine." And in that moment, they knew that they were stronger together than they could ever be alone.

a change in mood was needed. He suddenly remembered her words from an hour or so before. He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of fun? What you said earlier, about liking me, what do you mean?"

Dong Eun flashed a sly smile. "The kind that comes from testing each other's limits, pushing each other to be better, to making each other be human. To be able to truly feel. I think we could be quite the team, you and I."

"Well, thank you for saving my life," he said, standing up straight and brushing himself off.

She smiled. "Don't mention it. And who knows? Maybe we'll get to play together again sometime." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him to wonder what her true intentions were for the days after this. How would she get revenge? Most of all he wondered when he would see her again. And then he thought what he would say to her when he does see her. And how he would tell her that he likes her too...

[nevertheless-moving]

i was Not expecting the timeline of the last point. this venerable peaceful space monk general Sith killer silver fox whose been showing a slutty little slice of collarbone for his whole repressed space monk life was out here recording greatest hits of queen - when? while back flipping through helping liberate a planet and using his funds to save the clones and idk, probably nursing a kitten at the same time. the clone who took a whole bunch of holos while he was the general goes from a respectable number of followers on space twitter and space youtube to being able to quit his job and move to a better house on social media revenue alone

yeah everyone is more than welcome to imagine their own public reveal version, I certain revolve many possible scenarios around in my head, many cakes and all that!

but 1) I get a certain delight in imagining full on Alec Guiness Obi-Wan being forced to deal with the absurd backstory that Obi-Wan has in this universe and also low key Ewan Mcgregor Obi-Wan's leaked nudes (sometimes you think of your best ideas in the shower! the data files were encrypted!! he managed to keep it a secret for over 30 fucking years, he really wasn't expecting a break-in at this point!!!! If there was going to be a break-in, he would have thought they would go for his military intelligence datapad!!!!! but nOOOOO)

just, like. B.K fans surrounding the temple and throwing their space panties at physically 58, mentally 81 year old Obi-Wan who is deeply done with this shit and too old to be climbing out the back window of Dex's, but is doing so anyway.

and 2) he feels someone walking over his grave just before the news starts to break. later he assumes this is because, you know, fuck. But us the audience can revel in the fact that this is just about when he joined the force in the original timeline

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at any point that the reveal happens there are so many brains breaking because, as you already pointed out but it still bears repeating, Obi-Wan is ABSURDLY mary-sue in this au. someone does timelines and is like okayokay so he went. directly that photo where he's kindof smudged with charcoal and in a tank top carrying orphans,, he flew DIRECTLY from that to the studio and recorded good old fashioned lover boy?? two foundational moments of my sexual awakening?.?? ALRIGHT i'm just. I'm just gonna need a minute here. i'm just gonna look up real quick—oh fuck he's aged well, of course he's aged well he lives on coruscant, we don't have weather. oh fuck. oh fuck i guess i'm doing this. guess i'm going to the jedi temple. i'm a devoted father of three but i'm never gonna forgive myself if i don't at least TRY to shoot my shot.

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And fuck yes a bunch of the clones who served right alongside him knew for a fact that he was BK and quite a few more strongly suspected what with the GAR footloose and private concerts/talent shows/music lessons/whatnot. No one was going to tell, obviously, even putting aside how much they owe Obi-Wan, there's how much they owe B.K, and they were literally bred for loyalty.

Buuut that doesn't mean they didn't have. some holos of commander kenobi shirtless and strumming. some holovids of the commanders humming to himself. Anakin playing air drums that you can inexplicably hear. the two of them jamming together on what sounds like an early version of Whatever It Takes.

something for a rainy day, or maybe retirement, if the news ever breaks—well—these might be worth something someday...

[nejibaby]

Small Details

Pairings: Neji x Y/N

Summary: Neji was a man of few words, even more so with you, and when he sees you with Naruto in a compromising position, he has troubles expressing himself.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: And I finally managed to finish this! It took me so long! Today, I offer you a flustered Neji... 👀 I hope y’all enjoy it because I may or may not have melted after writing this 😚

✨Photo taken from this post by @yul-is-sparkling ✨

Naruto was finally back after two years of training with Jiraiya. Being one of his closest friends, you were excited to meet him and to see for yourself how much he’s grown.

Naturally, you challenged him to a duel the first time you saw him again. It was kind of your thing with Naruto — competing with each other on who’s faster, stronger, better in ninjutsu, anything really. Mainly because Sasuke, who he often referred to as his rival, would rarely indulge him with such things, and you did. You were both competitive like that.

In no time, you were both alone on the training grounds. You could already tell how drastic his improvements were within the start of the battle.

You were in awe at how the Legendary Sannins could bring out the best in their apprentices. But despite not being trained by them, that didn’t mean you were lagging behind.

In those two years when Sasuke seeked Orochimaru for power, Naruto trained under Jiraiya, and Sakura learned from Tsunade, you were the only one in Team 7 who remained under the supervision of Kakashi sensei.

Kakashi sensei may not be a Legendary Sannin, but he was a formidable shinobi — one of the best during his generation even. However, truthfully, he infuriated you at first, not because of how late he always was — you were pretty used to it to the point that you don’t question him anymore about his whereabouts and he stopped coming up with excuses as to why he was late — but because there were times when he was too laidback.

Sure, there were moments when he was hands-on: teaching you different jutsus, lecturing you about certain concepts, informing you on what you should always look out for, drilling your body past exhaustion, and the like. But more often than not he would be saying something like, “Find it out yourself” or “I can’t exactly tell you how” as he leisurely sits on a tree branch while reading the stupid Icha Icha books.

You were dumbfounded and furious at first but when your initial annoyance subsided and you had adjusted to his teaching style, you flourished.

That’s why you could take on Naruto even after his training with Jiraiya.

What started as a serious duel between you and Naruto was reduced to playful banter the longer the fight dragged on. At one point, both of you would just tease each other while throwing kicks and punches halfheartedly.

Both of you had your guards down. That was a mistake on your part, because just as Naruto aimed to kick your face and you bent over backwards to dodge it, you slipped. You lost your footing all because of a rock situated near your right foot.

It was a rookie mistake.

Naruto was quick to notice that you were falling so he immediately grabbed ahold of your hand. The problem was he failed to pull you back up. So you ended up falling down with him. And somehow, he ended up with his arms on the sides of your head so he wouldn’t crush you as you were underneath him.

You were both shocked. You were just blinking at each other. It took awhile for the two of you to gather your bearings. When you did, you both immediately laughed out loud. Naruto moved his body so he was lying next to you as you both continued laughing your hearts out.

“What the hell was that, Naruto?!” You feigned exasperation. “You wouldn’t be able to save a fly if you tried.”

“At least I wasn’t the one making rookie mistakes like that,” Naruto shot back. “Plus I tried to help, that’s what matters.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. You could’ve at least focused your chakra on your soles so we didn’t fall!”

“And you could’ve paid attention to your surroundings, Y/N!”

You bickered with each other as you stood up and helped Naruto get up. What the two of you didn’t know was that your boyfriend Neji had watched the whole incident.

Neji wasn’t really the type to get jealous. He’s a very understanding boyfriend. He’s aware that you and Naruto have been best friends even before he met you. He even knew about Naruto’s feelings for Sakura. However, any sane person wouldn’t want to see his significant other beneath someone else, right? Granted, it was an accident, but still… It was such a compromising position to find you in.

He made his appearance as you playfully punched Naruto in the gut.

You instantly noticed him approaching. Your smile widened even more at the sight of your boyfriend. “Neji!” You called, skipping your way towards him. You would’ve tackled him in a hug if Naruto wasn’t around.

He maintained his stoic expression as he greeted, “Y/N. Naruto.”

“Oi Neji, it’s been a while,” Naruto waved.

Neji only gave a curt nod in response.

You asked, “What are you doing here, Neji?” but just as you ended your question, the answer immediately clicked on your mind. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I forgot!”

Over your excitement of Naruto’s arrival, you forgot that it was a Tuesday. Tuesdays were your lunch dates and sparring sessions with Neji.

“It’s okay.”

“Hold on.” you told him and then faced Naruto. “Gotta go, Naruto! Bye!” you said as you grabbed Neji’s hand out of habit.

Neji flushed, not exactly expecting your action, but you didn’t notice because it was something that you’re used to doing, although not in the presence of someone else.

“See you later!” Naruto waved.

When Naruto was out of sight, you dropped Neji’s hand unconsciously. “Sorry, I forgot about lunch. What time is it? Have you eaten?” You asked Neji.

He quickly responded and told you he hasn’t eaten anything yet.

“Well then, let’s go. I’m starving.”

Neji and you walked side by side out of the training grounds.

“So…” you started saying.

Neji stared at you. “Hm?”

“How was your day, baby?”

He cleared his throat and looked away almost instantly. Very rarely would one find Neji flustered, but calling him “baby” always worked. He wasn’t quite used to the endearment and every time you addressed him as such with tenderness laced in your voice, he would blush. You use it all the time just to see his cheeks tinted pink. It was a cute sight.

“What’s wrong?” You playfully asked while trying to get into his line of vision.

He refused to meet your gaze until he regained his composure. When he did, he told you — in an impassive manner — what he had done in the morning before he went out looking for you.

Despite his expressionless face and his rather hushed tone, you listened intently to the words he was saying, the smile on your lips never leaving your face. Neji was a man of few words even until now that you were together so you made sure you paid attention every time he spoke, not wanting his words to go to waste.

He wouldn’t admit it to you but he loved that about you. You would remember even the little details of his stories, which in itself was a big deal considering you tend to forget a lot of things. You treasured his words, sentences, thoughts, ideas and plans, and kept them enclosed in your memory.

Neji loved that you focused on him. You made him feel like he was important and worthy, and that he mattered, in a completely different way than the others’ view of him.

The others only saw him as important because he was an asset both to the Hyuga clan and to Konoha. He only mattered to them because he has the strength and ability to protect them.

But you didn’t see him that way. You saw him as his own person — a man with a brilliant mind, a great moral compass, and a heart of gold. This was further confirmed when you told him that if his circumstances were different — if he was not a Hyuga or even a shinobi — you’d still fall in love with him as long as his character remained the same.

He knew you love him, there was no doubt about that. It was known; it was an irrefutable truth, an indisputable fact. But why did seeing you with Naruto trigger his insecurities that you had previously put to rest?

His mind was reeling, but he tried his hardest to be in the moment with you.

The thing was, he might have misread you a little. Because the attention that you gave him wasn’t solely focused on his words. In actuality, it extended to his actions and mannerisms as well.

This was how you knew that there was something that was bothering Neji today.

Unwelcome thoughts swarmed his mind, leading him to absentmindedly reach out to you. He was walking beside you closer than usual, with his hand on your lower back. While there was no doubt that he was listening to you when it was your turn to tell him about your day with Naruto, he had a faraway, vacant look on his face.

You may have missed the presence of a rock a while ago, but you certainly wouldn’t miss these small details about Neji.

These might come across as something normal for other people, but for someone like you who dedicated a lot of time admiring and memorizing every little detail of the certain Hyuga boy, it was easy to tell that something was on his mind from the way he was taking up a portion of your personal space. Almost as if his own restrictions were non-existent.

Normally, it would’ve been easier to confront him about it, but you were a shinobi, and if there’s something you learned from Kakashi sensei, it was that you have to gather more intel before actually making a move.

But you could only think of one way to confirm if there was something bothering your partner, and it was through his hair.

On regular days, Neji wouldn’t allow anyone to touch his hair, including you. But when there was something that was bothering him, or if he had a particularly rough day, he wouldn’t mind it if you threaded your fingers through his hair. In fact, he wouldn’t admit it, but he preferred it if you did that. It was something that calmed him down.

So while you continued telling him how your day went, you subtly angled your body towards him. Then you tentatively reached for the tips of his hair with your hand that was closest to him. You managed to grab a few strands of his hair between your thumb and index finger. You twisted them between your fingers.

You looked up to him to check if he was bothered by it, but it seemed like he didn’t mind at all. This certainly meant that his mind was elsewhere, despite the fact that he was nodding in the right parts of your speech and even correcting you when you used the wrong word to describe something.

You retracted your hand after coming up with your conclusion. You even stopped talking as you were thinking of what could’ve happened for him to be this distracted. Neji didn’t even notice you stopped talking mid sentence.

Somehow this just felt different from the times he was frustrated or anxious before, and quite frankly, you were worried.

By the time you had both placed orders and seated in a random restaurant, you decided to confront your partner. “So, Neji, baby, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

He choked on nothing after hearing your question. Was he really that easy to read? Or was it easy just because it was you reading him?

He cleared his throat and feigned ignorance, “What are y-you talking about?”

You opted to give him a pointed look instead of a verbal response.

He didn’t stare back, looking anywhere but you. Most times, Neji would face you head on until you conceded; with you, he was comfortable being stubborn and unyielding because it came without repercussions. But today, he wasn’t up for the challenge. And if you looked more closely, he was once again sporting a faint color on his cheeks.

You waited a moment for him to answer, or at least to look back, but it was to no avail. With a sigh, you said, with the softest tone you could muster partnered with a reassuring smile, “Would you let me know when you’re ready, at least?”

Surprisingly, Neji looked at you then. “It’s nothing… It’s just… something silly.”

You gently grabbed a hold of his hand. “Don’t tell me it’s silly, I know it isn’t if it bothers you, baby. You don’t have to tell me now if you aren’t comfortable yet, hmm? Just know I’ll be here to listen to you.” You gave him a genuine smile and a small squeeze to his hand before letting go.

Neji’s eyes hadn’t strayed from then onwards. He had to admit sometimes he would forget how incredibly kindhearted you were, even more so when it came to him. You always made sure he was comfortable. You never forced him into doing or saying things that he wasn’t ready to do or say. You allowed him to make his own decisions and respected them, something that rarely came from being a subordinate of Konoha and a member of the branch family of the Hyuga clan.

Life as a shinobi was sometimes constricting, but you were his breather from all that.

It was your turn to be bashful from his stare. You could feel your face warming up from the unexpected, scrutinizing gaze. “Neji, stop it.”

“What?”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Stop being beautiful, then.”

The words that came out of Neji’s lips startled you. It wasn’t everyday he would actually use words to tell you you’re beautiful. The way he expressed his appreciation to your beauty would come in the form of fluttering kisses or gentle brushes on your body parts — coincidentally, or not, on parts where you feel the most insecure about.

Fortunately for you, the food came at the right moment, since you weren’t exactly sure how to respond to his unexpected compliment. You both ate in silence then, occasionally peeking at each other  — almost like how it was when you first started dating each other.

When you were done with lunch, you expected to take the route towards the training grounds like you both usually did, but Neji’s hand has taken solace on your back once again and this time with intent to guide you to a different direction.

You were confused but you followed anyway. “Where are we going?”

“To my place.” A pause. “Is that fine with you?”

“Sure” was all you could say. Admittedly, you were quite tired from the duel you had with Naruto earlier and you didn’t really have enough energy to spar with Neji, considering he never went easy on you.

By the time you had entered his place, he graciously offered his couch to you, as if sensing your exhaustion. You immediately plopped down on his couch after setting aside your footwear by his front door.

“Tired?”

“Very,” you mumbled.

He handed you a glass of water, knowing you weren’t quite fond of tea. He sat down beside you just as you thanked him and sipped on your drink.

Setting aside the glass, you leaned back on the couch, only to be welcomed by Neji’s arms. A small smile automatically crept into your lips from the gesture. You snuggled into him as a reflex.

It was moments like this with Neji that you treasured most. While you enjoyed tagging around with him and the rest of Team Guy on missions, you preferred spending time with him peacefully like this, without the imminent threat of danger looming over your heads. It was rather a rare occurrence, after all, for two shinobis like you both were.

Neji was first to break the comfortable silence. “I saw you with Naruto a while ago.”

“You did? When?” You excitedly asked while trying to pull away from his embrace to look directly to his face. But for some reason, he kept you in place, your cheek pressed to his neck. “Did you see me kick his ass? Like literally.”

“Yes,” he answered flatly. It was a response that sounded so… dry. Usually when you both talked about Naruto, there would be a fondness from his tone. “But… I also saw something else…” he trailed off.

You raked your mind, trying to remember what had happened earlier. Then the memory of falling down flashed on your mind, and suddenly you felt embarrassed for Neji having to witness such a mistake. “Oh no!” You jumped out of his grasp, startling him in the process. “You saw me fall down! That’s so embarrassing!” You covered your face with your palms.

“Well, yes… but—”

You snapped your head at the tone he used. He didn’t sound like he was going to tease you for your mistake, in fact, it kind of sounded like he was worried.

“I’m fine though, if you’re worried,” you offered, assuming he thought you got hurt from the fall.

“I’m glad you are not hurt,” he said. Not long after you noticed him visibly gulping.

You could tell there was something else in his mind, and whatever it was, you had a feeling it might’ve been the thing that was bothering him a while ago. You tried to come up with guesses as to what it could’ve been. As you recalled how the conversation started and considered how he was acting, a plausible answer popped into your mind.

“Are you perhaps… jealous?” You hesitantly asked. He was the first one to initiate this conversation so you were assuming he was ready to talk about it. Despite that though, you didn’t want to force him to talk so you carefully and reluctantly asked him. He was always allowed to drop the topic if he wasn’t comfortable and he knew that.

Neji cleared his throat as soon as the words left your mouth all the while avoiding to meet your eyes once again. “Maybe,” he almost inaudibly said.

You were surprised by his answer. It wasn’t always that Neji got jealous. The only time he was was when a stranger was blatantly hitting on you in front of him while you were on a mission together.

“It did not sit right with me seeing you in an… inappropriate position with someone else.” He explained. The tone he used sounded like the one he used with the Hokage when he was taking responsibility for something that went horribly wrong on a mission.

“Don’t make it sound like it’s wrong,” you said softly as you cupped his face. “You don’t have to feel guilty about feeling jealous. Your feelings are valid.”

The gentleness and warmth in your voice made his heart flutter. If this was a conversation with someone else, he was sure he was going to get teased for feeling this way, but it was with you, and you had always been different.

“I love you, Neji,” you said before you kissed his lips.

It was amazing how the three words you used that preceded his name could easily wipe out the jealousy that had brewed inside him. This was another testament of how well you knew Neji — not only did you know the small details about him, but you also know the right words to ease his worries.

[thefanficmonster]

Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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