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lilacliquors · 11 months ago

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pairing: billy butcher x reader

word count: 1166

notes: on the twelfth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... billy butcher learning the true meaning of christmas!

and this is the final day of ficmas!! i said it the other day, but thank you so much for participating in our very successful 12 days of ficmas, and for enjoying the little one shots.

the full masterlist will be queued up for christmas day as a little gift to you, and then i'll go back to posting the stuff in my inbox / some other things in the coming days! have a happy holiday if you celebrate, and a very happy new year <3

if anyone was a pre-roast beast carving grinch, it was billy butcher. he was never one to get into the holiday spirit, claiming he had nothing to celebrate. nothing you did could help change his mind, he was so set in his ways. you, on the other hand, loved the holidays. they filled you with a kind of joy that only came around once a year. it had always been a big holiday with your family, and you carried on a lot of the traditions you all had.

you had your three types of cookies to bake: almond crescent, peppermint pinwheels, and gingerbread men. you started playing christmas music on black friday, queueing up your favorites right away and changing the radio station on the weekends to the one you knew would be playing nonstop holiday tunes. you had your whole apartment decorated just days after thanksgiving, and it looked perfect every time. so perfect, in fact, that billy couldn’t help but be in awe when he came by to visit you.

he knew you loved the holidays, he just couldn’t understand why. to him, it was just any other time of year, just much colder and far more annoying when you had random people ringing bells and collecting for sham charities. it was a load of bullshit to him, but rather than dim your light, he kept his mouth shut when he was with you. today was going to be a little harder, though, because he was joining you on a little shopping trip.

“why are we doing this again?” he asked, watching as you wrapped your scarf around your neck.

“because i picked a few names from an angel tree, and we’re going to give those kids a merry christmas. come on, this is the fun part,” you said.

“angel tree? the fuck is that?” he held the door open for you, and you both ventured out into the cold.

“okay, so, it’s a tree that has the names, ages, and christmas wishes of children from families that might not have the means to celebrate christmas. so, you pick a name, or a few, from the tree, and you fulfill their christmas wish! i think it’s a really great cause, i do it every year,” you explained, walking beside him down the sidewalk. billy said nothing, but just simply shrugged his shoulders. sounded like a load of shit to him, but you were excited for it, so what was the harm in humoring you?

you made it to the department store, and once inside, you pulled out the tags of the children whose names you picked. to billy’s surprise, you had around five tags in your hands, and he guided you to the side as you read them out.

“okay, i picked ones who asked for clothes, but not as many toys. they’ve got the sizes listed, so this will be a piece of cake. come on!” you tucked the tags away, took billy’s hand, and started making your way to the children’s section of the floor.

“i thought kids wanted all them fuckin’ noisy pieces of junk. why’d you pick clothes?” he asked, watching as you thumbed through the wracks of clothes.

“clothes tend to be more expensive, and not as many people feel inclined to pick them. they think toys are easier, and that all kids want toys, no matter what. but sometimes, all these boys and girls want is a new winter coat, since theirs is two sizes two small. or warm pajamas, or new sneakers because their feet are too big. they don’t ask for much, they know they can’t. so why deny them this in favor of some plastic?”

billy fell silent as he watched you hold up a coat. it was purple with a soft lavender lining, a hood on the back, and pockets that zipped shut. it looked warm, cozy, perfect for a little girl. you set it over your arm and went back to looking, and billy held out his hand.

“here, let me hold the tags. i’ll read them out to you,” he said, and you smiled.

“thanks. here you go.” you handed him the tags, and he read them over himself. just like you had described, four out of the five asked for winter jackets. one asked for a sweater, another for new winter boots. he glanced up at you, and you now had a few more coats in your arms, and you looked over to confirm you had the right sizes.

“all right, you think these will do?” you asked, holding up your haul.

“i think they’re perfect. let’s go find that sweater, and those boots.”

you walked along together, and with him beside you this time, you looked through the children’s sweaters. this one was for a little girl, age six, and nothing was really speaking to you. but then, to your surprise, billy held up a light blue sweater with beautifully knitted snowflakes on it.

“what do you think of this one?” he asked, angling it so you could see better.

“i think it’s perfect, but check the size.”

“already did. it’ll fit her, promise.”

you smiled, then gave him a thumbs up. he smiled a bit, then draped it over his arm before you went on to find the rest of the items on the tags. soon, both his and your arms were full of other clothes, the coats, and one teddy bear that billy picked out for a little boy. you made it to the register, and together, you split the cost of everything. once it was bagged and you were on your way, billy wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you close to his side.

“you’re a good one, you know that?” he asked as you walked.

“so are you,” you replied.

“nah, not me. always been a heartless bastard.”

“a heartless bastard wouldn’t have found that teddy bear. or that sweater. give yourself some credit here, butcher. you’re gonna help make this christmas the best one some of these kids have ever had. it’s the most wonderful time of the year, after all. season of giving and all that,” you said, nudging him gently. he glanced down at the bags between you, then shrugged again and offered a small smile.

“yeah, maybe it is. but that one woman in the toy aisle was a right cunt. did you see the look she was givin’ me?” he asked, and you laughed.

“oh my god, of course i did! it was like she’d never seen a grown man with a teddy bear before. he was a cutie, by the way.”

“mh, cute little fucker. guess that’s what this is all about, eh? making other people happy?”

“that’s how i’ve always seen it.”

“then … as long as i get to make you happy, i can give this holiday shit a try. starting next year.”

a whole 365 days away? you smiled. after all, it was a start.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher fluff #billy butcher #billy butcher ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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sp0il-my-night · 1 month ago

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Lego Movie GCBC AU and Headcanons!

Human AU, some messed up content ahead, 18+! Things are trigger warned and I will TW in tags.

-Good Cop's name is Graham "Good Cop" Copp

and Bad Cop's is Blake "Bad Cop" Copp

-Blake gets more frustrated because of his foggy memory when he switches, it can make his outbursts worse (hence his love of throwing chairs and kicking things)

-Blake also loves black coffee, like 3 spoons full of instant coffee ground, no milk, no sugar. Graham has 7 sugar cubes and cream in his coffee.

-Blake struggles to let Graham be in control even though Graham is the "host" because he is their defense mechanism

-technically canon Bad Cop/Good Cop has DID

-Graham developed DID is because he was bullied as a child. He was very joyful and very obviously "going to end up gay" and he was flamboyant and his peers bullied him for it (TW SA) until he got sexually assaulted really badly by an older boy in his secondary school and that triggered it for him.

-GC (Graham) being erased in this AU happens as Lord Business drugs him and forces him into electroshock therapy. The man is fucking loaded and can do what he wants to whoever he wants, which is why Graham technically comes back (scribble cop) but he isn't the same person he was before, he is fucked UP but still the kind, lovely person he was

-they have some facial scarring post-torture

- Lord Business feeds into Blake's substance abuse issues

-GCBC have a clicky jaw because when Blake was fronting on a drug bust, he got his jaw broken by being hit in the face with an old TV, Blake broke the guy's arm in 2 different places and broke his nose whilst arresting him and then put a cigarette out on the guy's neck just to prove that he is the boss

-they also have a huge scar across their hip where he was stabbed and it nicked the bone

- he is a Catholic

— Blake being a horrible sinner and choking a guy out with his rosary. The rosary breaks and the beads scatter across the floor, when he falls back and "switches", Graham starts crying and saying his Hail Marys, desperately trying to scoop up the beads.

-Blake has killed at least once and Lord Business has paid to hide the evidence and shit, super corrupt police force

-Kragle is a drug in this universe btw

-President Business (Charles Bennett-Lloyd) also sexually abuses Graham and uses his religion against him to control him. He knows about his past, knows how to push his buttons.

-good cop is more skilled with a gun than bad cop (good cop is fantastic at non lethal shots and he has a steady hand and good aim. Bad Cop is good at more main-body shots and lethal fire but he is also less self-controlled)

-Ma Cop (Móirín Copp) would be the only person to ever see Blake cry... I like to think Ma cop would be super close to Blake but Blake would struggle to talk to her because he feels so much guilt for everything

-Blake is an insomniac and has a habit of self harming when he is anxious and scratches at his palms until they bleed

- Good Cop being a very terrifying angry person

He is so calm and collected on the surface... Still smiling with that cute glimmer in his eyes but there is a sense of something sinister, deeply unnerving.

"I am gonna give you one last chance to tell me what you did to that girl, buddy, ok?"

"I said I am not saying shit."

"Then I am going to make sure you get put away for a long, long time. You know what they do to guys like you in there? You're as good as dead. I wonder if they will do to you what you did to her..."

"Quit smilin' man- you- you're freaking me the fuck out."

[switches] "THEN TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID OR I WILL RIP YOUR TEETH OUT ONE BY ONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT."

You'd rather have violent Bad Cop in your face than an angry Good Cop because he is fucking terrifying!!

-Graham dealing with an abduction case... The kid being found dead and finding DNA on the corpse, Graham is left to question the guy Graham's fists are clenched, white knuckled clenched. He reads out the lists of injuries to the man whose DNA they found on the girl. "So? She was begging for it. It wasn't on me." And Graham stands up, cleans his glasses on his shirt and smiles.

"Are you a religious man, sir?"

"No, why?"

"God has a special place in hell for people like you. They are gonna pass you around like you are nothing, you're going to be put under watch because the second they find out what you did you're going to be gasping with a hole in your neck the size of my fist."

The guy gets let go, Graham is furious, so he hunts him down

Blake fucks his shit up BAD, Graham messes him up so severely he is sick and convulsing. They leave him for dead, he gets found and hospitalised but kills himself whist being treated because what happened was so bad.

Somehow, all the CCTV in the city wasn't working that night...

"I have a lot of respect for your work, Graham."

"Thank you, Sir."

"If you do that again, I don't think I will be able to stop myself from putting you in line, understood?"

"Y-yessir."

-No one believes Graham is capable of such things. The friendly neighborhood police officer who stops to pet dogs, buys ice creams for random people and helps Grandma's cross the road could never... could he?

-Graham getting worse with being terrifying after one horrible night with President Bennett-Lloyd...

Him terrifying some kid being held on minor drug charges... Making the guy so scared he pisses his pants and has a panic attack. Graham leaning forward, his 6'4 frame looming over this 5'5 14 year old who got caught with weed

"How would yer mammy and daddy feel if they knew what you did? If they knew their little boy had been doing drugs, that he is going to ruin his future, end up on the streets, will most likely end up bleeding out on the pavement at age 25 because he just couldn't follow the law?

And when yer daddy ends up turning to alcohol, beating yer mammy senseless because you were stupid enough to use drugs, and when he inevitably dies, potentially killing a family because he couldn't take it anymore, crashes whilst drunk. Who is to blame? Don't cry, buddy. This was all your fault, no use crying now."

"P-please let me c-call my m-mom-"

"Why? Because this may be the last time you ever talk to her?"

"Plea-please stop sir I w-wanna go home I want my mom!"

"Too bad."

Offering the kid a cup of water, the kid drinking it with shaking hands all whilst Graham just smiles, staring dead-eyes at him over the top of his glasses.

Graham goes home that night, walking right to the bathroom and throws up. He hadn't slept at all after President Bennett-Lloyd had raped him the night prior and he took it all out on that poor kid. He showers, sat on the floor just whilst the water runs over him, he then gets into bed and cuddles his plushie and cries his heart out.

I will post more of this stuff if people like hearing it! If you like it please let me know... <3

#the lego movie #gcbc #tlm #tlm gcbc #tlm headcanons #tlm au #tlm 18+ tag #dont like dont read #tw sa mention #tw r4p3 #tw religious themes

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shamera · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @bbcphile 🥰🥰🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3? site says 21! (I also have 50+ on ff.net from when I was younger, and uhhh idk how many that I shoved into my dreamwidth/livejournal never to see the light of day again.)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 619,848

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Mysterious Lotus Casebook! (Although I might sneak something for Love and Redemption or Scum Villain.) I am mostly a writer in the Final Fantasy XIII fandom, although I have spent years in Code Geass and Merlin fandoms. Before that, it was Fullmetal Alchemist, Naruto, Harry Potter, and Star Wars.... loads more.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Leave Me Your Starlight, Code Geass fic Nunnally-centric time-travel fix-it

Five Minutes, FFXIII fluff oneshot featuring Noel and Hope

World Enough and Time, Code Geass AU post-apocalyptic rewrite

First (and Second) Impressions, FFXIII modern babysitting AU Noel/Hope

Lost in a Moment (lost in a song), Mysterious Lotus Casebook post-canon fix-it casefic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I'm, um. I'm really bad at it. In that I will attempt to respond to everyone in the first few days, but then I get distracted doing/writing something else and I am so tunnel-visioned that you won't hear from me until a week later and then I feel bad about taking so long to respond. Also I am very, very bad at responding because while I love love love seeing comments, it's just happy reactions and incoherent noises from me. How do I words to translate my appreciation???

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ...probably everything I wrote as a kid? I have very different ideas on angst nowadays, but I guess while I was writing it... between Gedächtnisse (FMA fic) and Sound of Silence (HP fic), I guess!

Newer stuff might be between The Other (FFXIII fic) and Test Subjects (FFXIII fic).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I write a lot of fluff pieces nowadays! But overall, probably Something About December (FFXIII fic), since it's a Christmas fic or Family (FFXIII), which was written to give Sazh more support in the third game.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Once, someone pointed out my join date on the website and asked me why I was still writing fanfiction.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have, but generally don't. Even most of my ships are closer to gen than not. I'm closer to the repulsed spectrum of ace, but I do like attempting to write all sorts of things.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes! Love them! I've written a good handful-- but the craziest one was when I was... 10? 11? and I wrote Orions'Ka on a notebook and when I typed it up, it was well over 60,000 words. It had absolutely everything I loved back then.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not by a person, no. By website bots, yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have had... people ask me if they could translate my fics? My answer is always yes, but I don't recall seeing it anywhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I had an entire online journal with my best friend back in middle school.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? ...MXTX ships, maybe? I don't feel particularly strongly about ships most of the time, only about characters, who I will ship around for the fun of it. But for MXTX pairings, that just doesn't feel right. They just belong together.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? ....my old Harry Potter stuff, I'm sorry. Not a fandom I got back into again.

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told it's characterizations! And descriptions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Everything else. Confidence, I guess. Also energy and interest. And once I overcome those, plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? ...me, or fics that do that? Because I've seen fics do that, full on paragraphs of dialogue in the original language but descriptions in English, and I don't understand. But if it's just... an important word, a statement, something the fandom would normally understand kept in its original language because there's just no good translation in English for it, then it absolutely works. Some things don't translate well, and fans usually like learning more about their canons. I personally try to keep things mostly in English nowadays, though, but I slip time to time.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars. I was in the single digits age, and wrote an introspective ficlet on Luke and Leia's feelings about how the original trilogy's ending, sitting together on Endor to watch it all burn.

20. Favorite fic you've written? ...I don't know if I have one. I either tend to be proud or hate what I've written, depending on the day, my mood, wind speeds, and cats. Currently I want to say Lost in a Moment, because I finished that recently and I had so many doubts about it so I'm proud I got through it.

Tagging... omg, anyone who still follows me all the way from FFXIII days and writes, or all the way from the Gundam Wing days gosh.

but also @seventhstrife, @rhystheceo, @teekettle, @adriannasharp @tunnelofdusk 🤭 ya'll suffer through my random selection because I know you guys are writerssss

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chillwildwave · 1 year ago

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4*Town Updates:

Here’s another concept art piece of one of the members, this time, it’s Tae Young, the youngest member of 4*Town who is an animal lover and has an abusive father who’s forcing him to go straight to university although he doesn’t feel like it. Due to his intense backstory, he normally keeps his personal issues to himself when having a conversation with others, as the story progresses, he learns to boost his confidence as a way to be more open to his members when it came to his family and personal life.

Now here’s some things I also added for Tae’s character:

Tae actually had an OK relationship with his dad when he was a child as he was grateful for everything he did to make him like a happy seal.

The actual reason why his dad was so abusive to him was because back in his past, he was forced to follow his own parents’ expectations which led to him being overprotective of everything Tae does.

Apart from fostering doves and pigeons, he occasionally helps out at his family farm to groom horses in their stable as well as sleeping in the hay with a load of hens and dogs.

Tae is a K-pop Stan: it was also his biggest influence when it came to auditioning for 4*Town since it showcases a lot of singing and dancing to show charisma through his moves and vocals: when he sent his audition tape to Robaire’s mother, he finally got a spot in the group!

He has a close bond with Jesse since they share the same aspirations of having the world of art immerse them into another dimension, they often go to art museums on weekends when they’re not doing their job.

Tae finds it hard to write any music and songs for the group, he never did it before so it was a way to step out of his comfort zone to try something new.

Now: some updates coming up to get the hype of the fanfiction going:

1: The songs that Aaron Z and Robaire recorded will be featured in the story as well as the songs 4*Town recorded together.

2: I’ll be posting a 4*Town Ask Game which will ask questions about 4*Town as well as some ways to read my story so that I could gain a decent amount of reads.

3:I’ll be teasing some snippets of my chapters to give you an idea of what to expect from the story.

4:I’m giving you the full permission to make fanart, memes and content with the tag #4townunfiltered to help increase the story!

5: I’m also giving you full permission to send me questions as the members of 4*Town as a purpose to get to know more about their characters!

6: I’ll give you guys a link of each song that’ll be featured to increase the hype…

7: In a few months, I’ll tease the plot description once the release date comes.

#4town #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #disney #wattpad #turning red #writeblr #writing community #creative writing #4town fanfic #4town headcanons #fanfiction #digital illustration #writing #novel writing

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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LMAO you got that out fast but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised atp with your speed but omg the timing of the edit HAHAHA

The sudden Otoya swap up was actually so funny…it’s really interesting how yu get these ideas for characters you don’t care as much for though?? Truly built different

HAHAHAA I’m crying poor zantetsu (honesty me neither though so valid) it’s ok he’ll have his moment at some point in time…maybe kaneshiro will make up for it by giving him a comeback

The Barou one…..the Barou one…it was too good living in my head rent free now…..but real!! Yeah I think it’s us actively seeing Aiku cheat and tbh, at least for me, it’s the stubble….I CANNOT like sorry I do not fw the stubble……

I’m laughing bc I already had a feeling I knew which one the Karasu Otoya one was and the video hadn’t even loaded but I read the caption and thought “yup I’ve got this one saved” LMAOO this one’s iconic though the music choice fits them so well

Ok surprisingly I haven’t seen the second Karasu one?? So thank you for that I’m eating it up!! KARASU AND BAROU?? Talk about targeted audience LMAO but this one’s also fire seems I’m adding a lot to my saved folder now

OMG YUKI I will take all unsolicited edit recs dw LOL I lowk need more on my fyp…

Omg the Otoya one too…ok but that one “scene” where we see him and basically all the other remaining players in the screen divided into sections (this is such a bad explanation but like how they cut the screen up as if it kinda were like shattered glass?? And placed a character into each piece) he looks so good >>> the other characters too! I think that giant panel just got a lot of care and attention which was nice LOL

Omg THE Barou edit LMAOO it’s always the edits with this type of manga animation styling that go hard

FRRR the way I read that line in Blu from Rio’s voice LMAOOO but so real it would be sooo funny LOL

YESS it honestly didn’t feel super short I think it’s because of the way you manage to develop the story within the wc! LMAOO white butterfly just the girl…I get what you mean though!! Like the open-endedness is what kinda completes the story! Hmm maybe instead of a part two you could try spinning off the story somehow keeping some elements the same but not exactly the same verse…? Idk I’m not a writer so not sure how that’d work in actuality but I’m sure you’ll come up with a fire solution!!

LMAOOOO I’m just trying to imagine the proposal and my mind immediately goes to “imagine he hides the ring in a mf sandwich” I was about to say “nah no way he’d do that” but lowk?? Now I’m doubting myself LOL I love seeing miraverse connections though like the little Easter eggs and mentions honestly just adds a little bonus…I feel like having them connected makes it really fun if you’ve read through the majority of your fics!

EXECUTED PERFECTLY that’s exactly the vibe I got and honestly so real Rin will always be an awkward soccer loser him searching around the university for like a full ass week has me dying like there’s gotta be some more practical way but ofc Rin would not think to do so LMAOOO

OOOH I patiently await another banger…anyways yes you cooked once again!!

Also your comments via tags always have me laughing the ones on your post about the jersey “does blue lock count” LMAOOO

- Karasu anon

LMAOO yk i’m a speedy typer plus i rlly want to get at least the reqs i have rn done so i can get back to updating long fics and brainstorming an idea for THE fic HAHA also i feel bad leaving requests in my inbox for too long especially because most of the reqs i get are anonymous so they don’t get notified when i post?? so like are they checking frequently whether i’ve answered and being disappointed every time…idk the thought makes me emo FKGJHS

THE OTOYA SWITCH UP WAS LEGENDARY bruh a combo of fwtkac and the idea for hollyhock immediately afterwards was so lethal like i couldn’t help it…honestly i think it’s because i’m as much a writer for plot as i am for characters if that makes sense?? like ofc i want the story to be abt a character i love but if i can come up with a good story plot that only works for a certain character i’ll convince myself to love them so that i can write the story (the best example of this is hurricanes / hummingbirds i wasn’t really a kashimo stan beforehand but he was one of the few characters that would rlly make sense for the plot i wanted so i became the world’s number one kashimo lover because of it) the downside is that i can lose interest faster because it’s not a character i absolutely love…that’s why my two finished long fics (endure for aot and pomegranate ink for jjk) managed to be completed — they were both for characters i actively liked, had plots i was interested in writing, had endings i could work towards, AND also followed canon?? idk why but fics set in canon are easier for me to finish even though i end up expanding on/diverging from canon usually anyways…that’s another reason why i haven’t come up with THE miraverse bllk fic yet because like we discussed girls + bllk setting don’t really work super well 😭 my typical fic plotting method is finding a hole in canon that i can insert a character into (ex reverse cursed technique users), making a character to fit that niche, and then seeing what happens to the plot with the existence of that character (plus the additional ones that develop from it like tullia, may, elakshi, etc etc) but there is no obvious place where a female character would work super well in bllk and without changing the entire plot TOO dramatically/being a mary sue soooo i’ve been struggling a bit but trust i will prevail

SKJGFKLJNS poor zantetsu indeed…no because i see the himbo appeal but just me personally i need someone who can keep up w me even slightly so i don’t think it’s truly for me although i ofc support others in their himbo loving endeavors 🤩 just like imo why take a himbo when you can have a rlly smart emotionally dumb jackass who loves you very much but doesn’t know how to express it 🥹 (cough nagi cough karasu cough barou cough maybe i have a type cough)

THE BAROUUU EDIT the song just fits perfectly it’s insane and yeah i agree it’s for sure because we see him on screen!! also ykw at least otoya admits that he’s a cheater aiku was just a goof abt it 🥴 and yeah the stubble is certainly…a choice…i cannot imagine myself being an aiku lover he’s way too uncle coded LMAOAO however having him randomly appear, be a terrible flirt, get rejected and then convert into wingmanism is too perfect 😭 like besides the otoya idea imagine he just decides one day that barou NEEDS a girlfriend because he’s way too strict w the ubers and maybe making out w someone pretty will help him calm down (aikulations 69:420) so he just picks a random baddie off of the street (aka reader) and decides that she’s the one and gets the rest of the ubers to help him set her up with barou LMAOAO just thinking abt the nightmare dream team of aryu niko sendou and lorenzo trying to get barou bitches is cracking me up honestly wingman aiku is too underrated we need more of him in the world!! maybe that should be my new series…‘oliver aiku’s guide to getting girls’ and it’s just unrelated one shots of him somehow meddling with various bllkers’ love lives…okay wait actually this would be so fun omg this is my motivation to finish requests SKJFDHSDJ i need to do this

THAT PANEL IS SO GOOD ik what you’re talking about…and i will make sure to send any edits i get on my fyp your way 😩 we have like the same tastes in characters so i’m just going to assume that you’ll like the ones i like HAHA

no because i’m actually surprised at how popular white butterfly is considering hiori is kind of a random character?? i think people find my master list through other characters (namely sae + seabird and nagi + peregrine) and end up getting to white butterfly and loving it fsr…also wait it’s so funny to me that i wrote fwtkac and white butterfly within 24 hours of each other KSJFSHK they are so completely opposite in tone like sometimes it doesn’t feel like the same person wrote them (same with cherry tree and the instrument actually like how did we go from silly goofy rin to emotionally traumatized kaiser that quickly) 😭 but yeah i think the element of openness to it is what makes white butterfly feel very magical almost!! plus hiori doesn’t seem like the type to overtly confess imo like he’s def super romantic (hence him building the EXACT house she described to him when they were kids) but i just can’t imagine him being like kiss kiss fall in love yk 😓 honestly i think a lot of the part two requests are also just because there’s zeroooo hiori content so people want more which is understandable!! but i have two hiori requests in my inbox that i’ll try to get to soon so hopefully that will satiate the hiori craving

OMG NO HE DEFINITELY WOULD…i’m imagining seabird y/n not even getting the hint and she’s about to eat the sandwich and he has to tackle her to stop her and it mirrors their first meeting where she tackled him and he’s like stupid y/n i’m proposing and she’s like 😱 honestly as you know i’m not a sae stan but SEABIRD sae is a different story he’s lowkey one of the men of all time i actually love him sm 🥹 somebody commented in their ao3 bookmark for seabird that they enjoyed the way i interpreted sae because it was a “good different” which i think is actually why i’m not a sae lover…like if seabird sae was the standard characterization for him i’d enjoy him much more but alas that is not the case 😔 i always wonder what happened to the anon who requested seabird LMAOAO like did they like it…did it even follow what they requested…do they know the impact they had…anyways YES i love referencing my other stories when i can!! it gets people to look at my masterlist which is always fun + it’s like an inside joke for people who know my work AND it makes the world seem that much broader 😛

no because rin simply could’ve looked her up on instagram and dm’ed her like “yo i’m in town send me the addy” HAHAHA like i respect his commitment to the mysterious romantic vibe but he genuinely should’ve just stalked her snap map or smth + he definitely had her phone number considering they literally lived together?? he could’ve just called and asked her where she was but he probably thought that would be “lukewarm” and ended up accidentally being a creep about it

we will see what happens 😩 hoping to have smth out soon!! i haven’t started a new req yet but i’m hoping to get to work on one rn and have it out maybe this weekend?? i need to zoom through these now that i have motivation for a personal project (even though it’s not going to be THE bllk fic it’ll still be fun and consume a good bit of time + i’ll get practice w a lot of different characters so it might lead me in the right direction for who i want THE bllk fic to be about!!)

OMG NO IT WAS SUCH A FUNNY INTERACTION so like i just wanted to be comfortable today and had 0 plans of looking cute because i kinda overslept so i was literally just wearing yoga pants and my dad’s old zidane jersey from when zidane played for real madrid (although i did throw on some hoop earrings to not look COMPLETELY like a teenage boy) and i was walking to my car and this guy stopped me and was like “hey i really like your jersey…do you watch soccer??” LMAOOO i was like oh no i’ve gotten bro’s hopes up…so i just said “no not really this is my dad’s” meanwhile the whole time i was like wondering what he’d do if i said i was really into it and my favorite player was nagi KSJFSKJ like would he get the reference or would he just think i was crazy OR would he think i was even more into soccer than him and knew super obscure players?? anyways i kept my egoist number one striker thoughts to myself and then he was kinda sad but told me it was a super famous player’s jersey and i was like “yeah he was in the opening ceremony of the olympics” and he was like “yeah” and then he said bye and left 😭 not rlly sure what the point was…maybe he was just hype to see a fellow soccer fan in the wild 🤔 then i walked past a guy in a barca jersey and internally i was like “EITA OTOYA???” but externally i was forced to stay silent because real madrid fans and barca fans have beef (although ironically my dad is a huge barca fan but he just loves zidane so that’s the only jersey he owns HAHA…personally i like real madrid more because sae itoshi and also because i like modric a lot i think he’s so cutie pie so like it’s fine by me 🙂‍↕️)

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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4 times his friends posted you on their instagram + 1 time he did - mat barzal

a/n: I wrote this literally back in july so lets just ignore how idealistic this is regarding quarantine but im a slut for some barzy this is all fluff

word count: 4,733

summary: like the title says, some friends (with benefits?) to lovers + a tyson cameo, fluffy summer quarantine fic

tagging @davidpastrsnack so kate can get on the barzy train

To say the whole quarantine thing was an inconvenience was an understatement. School had ended online, your summer internship was cancelled, and it seemed like your summer would turn into an uneventful couple of months stuck in your apartment in, probably, the worst place to be stuck in during a pandemic: New York City.

Or so you thought.

You’d planned on having the most boring summer ever until your friend, Mat, had invited you to hole up away with him and a few friends in a lake house back in Vancouver. Well, friend was a loose term. The two of you were friends… just ones that kissed occasionally… and sometimes more than kissed. You’d met him about a year ago at a bar while he was out with his teammates after a game. A cliche meeting, but you hit it off instantly. Instead of ending up in his bed at the end of the night (which you would eventually end up at after a couple months), it turned into an exchange of numbers and an invitation to hang out later in the week.

You hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just thinking he was being friendly and wanting to end the conversation, so you were surprised to get a text the next day from an unknown number asking if you’d wanted to go on a bike ride.

Flashforward a year later and the two of you still went on bike rides together. At least, up until the pandemic started.

When the text came telling you to pack your bags for a month or so, you thought he was joking. Surely he couldn’t have meant you to join him in Vancouver over the summer? You were proven wrong when he showed up at your apartment the next day, two coffees in his hand.

“Uh, hi, Mathew,” you said hesitantly, opening your door to reveal your disheveled state, having just woken up.

“Why are you dressed like that? We have a plane to catch in four hours,” he said, pushing himself through your door, uninvited, to set the coffees on the counter.

“What are you doing here? What plane? You’re not supposed to be going out,” you reprimanded him for showing up unannounced and in the middle of quarantine.

“I told you we’re going to Vancouver, I know you read my text. Now let’s hurry up and pack, we gotta get going,” Mat rushed, already on the way to your bedroom.

You followed him after a brief moment once you’d processed what was going on. Mat had already pulled out your suitcase and set it on top of your bed by the time you entered the door. He was in the middle of rifling through your drawers and grabbing random garments to throw into the suitcase when you’d spoken again.

“You’re actually serious about this?”

“Of course I am. What better things do you have to do in a city on lockdown for an entire summer? Honestly, I’m doing you a favor,” he explained easily, turning back to grab more items.

“Oh, you’re doing me a favor? Thank you, Mat, for saving me from a summer of suffering. It’s not like I had other plans to find different internships or focus on my summer classes,” you replied sarcastically.

Mat rolled his eyes. “I am doing you a favor, and you’re doing me a favor by going. I need a hot piece of ass to get me through this, or I will lose my mind.” You slugged him on the shoulder in offense, but all he did was chuckle.

“And anyways, you can still do your classes in Vancouver. Instead of doing them locked in this apartment, you can do them lounged out under the Canadian sun. Preferably in a bikini,” he finished. You slugged his arm again, harder this time.

“In fact, you should take the red bikini, it makes your tits look amazing,” he said, noticing you shuffling through your swimsuits. You rolled your eyes at him but grabbed the red one anyway along with a couple others.

With both of you folding and packing, your bags were ready to go in record time.

“Alright, baby, let’s go.” And so you were off.

A week had gone by in total bliss. As much as you hated to admit it, Mat was right. Vacationing in Vancouver in a secluded lake house was a lot better than being alone in your apartment, even if you did still have classes to do. Mat teased you about it, but he always left you alone for a few hours in the day for you to focus on your work. Unless he really wanted something… like right now.

Mat had joined you laying on the couch while you were in the middle of annotating a book for class. He wiggled his way between your arms, causing you to break your hold on your book. He rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your middle, and nuzzled his face into your neck. Joining your hands back to your book and bringing your highlighter to the page, you continued to underline phrases you’d come back to later. A couple minutes passed in silence before Mat started sighing. And then he sighed again.

“What do you want?” you huffed out, closing your book with the pen marking your page.

“Let’s go swimming,” he said, pushing up to his elbows to look at your face.

“I have to finish, like, three more chapters today,” you explained.

“You can do that later. I want to go swimming now,” Mat whined.

“You know you sound like a petulant child right now, right?” you asked, moving a hand to his head, pushing his hair back as he pouted.

“Stop using big words on me. Let’s swim,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You paused to think about it for a moment, “Hmm… okay, I guess,” you said with a smile. Mat returned your smile with one of his own before hopping up to drag you to your room to change. It didn’t take much to convince you to swim. It was a really nice day out, and you didn’t really care to finish reading about 17th century philosophy.

You changed into your red bikini, Mat swapped his shorts for a pair of swim trunks, and threw on a backwards baseball cap. You went out back to join the rest of his friend group, who were in the process of loading up the boat with supplies and equipment.

“Oh, look, if it isn’t Brainiac and the Beast. Are you two finally going to go boating with us?” Tyson shouted from the dock. You rolled your eyes at his nickname they created for you and Mat. It had only been a week in Vancouver, but the chirps about you and school were tired by now.

“Princess here wants to swim in the pool, maybe next time!” you shouted back, pointing to Mat.

They laughed at your response, turning their attention back to the boat and running supplies to and from the house. You turned your attention back to Mat, who was taking off his hat and was about two seconds away from jumping in the pool.

“Mathew, stop!” you yelled out, “Get your ass over here!”

“What is it?” he asked, stopping just short of the deep end. He grumbled before marching over to you.

“You need to put sunscreen on first, dumbass,” you reprimanded. As you turned your back to grab the bottle of sunscreen, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mat,” you said sharply, turning back to face him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You ignored him, opening the cap and squeezing lotion onto your hands. You gestured him to turn around, and you spread the lotion over it, making sure to rub it into his shoulders.

“I don’t see why I have to put sunscreen on. It’s not even that hot outside,” he muttered.

“First of all, you’re a dumbass. Second of all, heat doesn’t automatically mean the UV rays aren’t strong. And lastly, you’re white, baby, you’ll burn like a sun-dried tomato and being in water only increases the amount of sun you’re exposed to,” you explained, reaching up to rub some on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Meteorologist,” he grumbled, clearly not happy he’d lost this argument.

“One of us has to have brains. We can’t all get by on our good looks and skating ability,” you replied, slapping his cheeks when you were done for good measure.

“Okay, well, if you’re finally done,” you nodded in confirmation, “Let’s go.” He picked you up from under your thighs and ran at full speed towards the pool before you could even process what was happening. You screamed his name in protest begging him to put you down, claiming you hadn’t had time to put on sunscreen yet. He ignored you as he jumped into the deep end, dragging you with him.

You emerged from the water clinging to Mat’s wet body, your hair sopping and hanging over your face like you had come straight out of the movie The Grudge. Mat was laughing at your chaotic look, knowing you were well pissed at him. You jumped higher in the water on top of him to dunk his head under and tried your best to drown him.

It wasn’t until you were relaxing on the couch later that night doing your routinely social media scroll that you saw one of the guys recorded your sunscreen interaction by the pool, you calling Mat a dumbass, and him throwing you in the pool onto their instagram story with a caption “all these two do is fight” with some laughing crying emojis added for effect.

After a long day or hiking, you’d immediately crashed on the couch once you’d gotten back to the house, not bothering to walk all the way to your room. It was only early in the afternoon but you’d been out since sunrise, and dealing with people for hours on end had drained you. The group laughed at you as you plopped your body down onto the couch, curling your head under your arm instead of grabbing the pillow two feet away from you. The rest of them gathered in the kitchen, refueling their bodies with assorted snacks as they started popping open bottles of beer, ready to start the night. It seemed that even an entire day on their feet had not emptied them of their, seemingly endless, energy.

“Jesus Christ, we hiked for, like, six hours and you’re all still bouncing off the walls,” you sighed deeply.

“We’re about to go hit the boat and go water skiing, too. I’m assuming you’re too tired to join us?” Tyson teased.

“I will not be joining you because unlike some people, I need a nap. Now get out of here, you’re all giving me a headache,” you said, pinching your fingers on the bridge of your nose to emphasize your point.

They all snickered but kept quiet as they shuffled around, packing up more food to take outside. You heard the sliding door shut and close a few times as they ran in and out before it was finally silent. You let out a sigh of relief as you took solace in the calm quiet.

That was until you felt a pair of arms shifting you closer to the edge of the couch. You peeked one eye open to see Mat rolling your body over to give him some space as he climbed over your body to nestle himself between you and the back cushions.

“Not going out on the boat?” You asked as he tucked a pillow under the both of your heads and pulled a blanket over your bodies.

“No. They’re exhausting. I need some time for myself,” Mat replied, wrapping his arm around your middle to pull you into his chest.

“No offense, but if you’re with me, you’re not by yourself,” you explained, closing your eyes again as you settled into a comfortable position.

“Yeah, but you’re you. You don’t exhaust me,” he said quietly. You didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t answer. Within a few seconds you heard Mat’s breathing even out, and you followed quickly behind him into a deep sleep.

A couple hours passed in a dreamless sleep when you heard the sliding of doors and laughter travel through the house. It stirred you from your sleep and you both shifted around, letting out displeased groans.

“Are they both still asleep?” You heard one of them ask from the kitchen. Neither of you wanted to answer in hopes they would leave you two to continue sleeping.

You were sadly mistaken.

“Hey! Sleeping beauties! Time to get up!” Tyson shouted from somewhere above you.

You both groaned out a “Fuck off, Tyson,” without opening your eyes, both of you giving him the middle finger. Tyson laughed to himself and you expected him to keep bothering you, but you heard his footsteps lead away from the couch. You turned over on your other side, tucking your face into Mat’s neck before falling back asleep.

When you woke up later that evening, you checked instagram again to see Tyson posted a new story. It was the video of him bothering you two and flipping him off with a caption that said “I get no respect around here :(“

It had been raining all day. Which meant everyone was stuck inside watching movies and eating pizza. It didn’t take long for you to get bored of lounging on the couch, especially when all they wanted to do was watch Fast and Furious movies. You sat on the loveseat you were sharing with Mat, and you distracted yourself from the boring movie by tangling your hands in your hair, French braiding the strands into pigtails mindlessly. You unbraided and rebraided your hair into a fishtail after the pigtails, and then into a regular braided ponytail after that. You let yourself get caught up in daydreams as you stared blankly at the TV when Mat started tugging on your leg. Dropping your braid, you finished tying it off with a hair tie and turned to look at him.

“Let me practice on you,” Mat said quietly.

“Practice what?” You asked.

“Braiding,” he said, shuffling to sit upright. He tried to gently push you off the couch until you got the hint and moved to sit between his legs on the floor.

“You think you can do it?” You asked, ready to offer him a demonstration.

“I’ve been watching you for the past half hour, I got this,” he replied, pulling out your hair tie. You rolled your eyes at his confidence, but let him continue unraveling the strands.

Every few minutes Mat would sigh exasperatedly before pulling out the twists he’d made to start over. Eventually, he’d almost gotten all the way to the end of your hair before he sighed again, clearly fed up by how long this was taking him. You didn’t say anything as he restarted for a third time, going for a straight back braid instead of a French braid.

After another ten minutes, Mat had finally completed his simple braid, tying your hair off with the tie. He tapped your shoulder to indicate he was done, and you pulled the long tail over your shoulder to look at it.

It was a braid.

An extremely loose one where he mixed up the strand order in a couple places, but a braid nonetheless. You turned around to get back up on the couch, and you were met with his triumphant smile.

“Good job, bud,” you complimented, leaving the braid in as you resumed your previous position on the couch.

You checked your phone to find a notification of a new story tag. You opened the app to see a picture of you on the floor, staring at the TV while Mat had his hands twisted in your hair and a confused look on his face and tongue poking out of his mouth. Next to your instagram tag was “he’s been knotting her hair on purpose for 20 minutes now”

Your final exams for the summer classes you were taking were in a week. Finals stressed you out more than anything else in the world, and when you were stressed, you did a lot of baking. A lot of baking. After finishing your finals study schedule and nearly breaking down almost twice because of the amount you had to get done, you decided to start baking instead of going to sleep. So, at 3 in the morning when everyone was asleep, you’d turned on the oven and brought out the bowls.

It began with a few dozen cookies. You figured everyone could at least enjoy the cookies. Who didn’t like cookies?

Cookies turned into muffins, muffins into cupcakes, and then cupcakes into pies. By the time everyone was waking up, it was nearly eleven in the morning. You’d gone to the store twice and had taken a few twenty minute naps while you waited for your desserts baked in the oven. And right now, you were in the middle of finishing off some cinnamon rolls for breakfast

“Oh my god, what the hell happened here?” Mat had asked with a scared expression, taking note of the disastrous kitchen. You didn’t answer him as you were topping off the rolls with some icing.

A few more bodies had gathered in the kitchen and began to fill the seats at the countertop while they watched you with worried eyes.

“What?” You asked innocently, placing the plates of cinnamon rolls in front of all of them. Their eyes followed you carefully as you pulled more goods out of the oven where you were keeping them warm. Plate after plate you set on the counter, all the cookies and muffins and cakes.

“How long have you been up?” Tyson asked cautiously. You swear you’ve never heard him use a softer voice than right now.

“I’m not sure. I never went to sleep, I guess? What time is it now?” You asked, pulling out glasses for orange juice.

“Nearly noon. You seriously didn’t sleep?” Tyson asked. The others had delved into the confections, eyes bouncing between the two of you as they stuffed their faces.

“She’s stress baking,” Mat replied quietly, helping himself to a cinnamon roll.

“What the hell is tress baking?” One of the other guys asked.

“Yeah she does this when she’s stressed. Usually when finals are coming up,” Mat said, directing it more towards you than his friend. You gave him a sheepish look, deciding not to comment since he already answered for you.

Mat was used to your stress baking as it resulted in you showing up at his place in the middle of the night with bags full of pastries in the late hours of the evening. It was always against his diet and he frequently gave most of your desserts to his neighbor, but he could never tell you no when you arrived with gifts.

“Well, I’m all out of flour, so, I’m going to run to the store again to get some more supplies so I can make a chocolate cake later,” you said hurriedly.

You did a quick double check of the kitchen, flashing all the guys a bright smile before heading out the door with your purse in hand, all of them staring until the front door shut behind you.

When you came back, you found Mat in the kitchen doing the dishes and nearly all the sweets you’d baked earlier were eaten or wrapped and put away. Maybe there was a plus side to being in a home with five other people.

“Mat, you don’t have to do that,” you said, setting your groceries down and hip checking him away from the sink.

“You’re already stressed, I figured doing the dishes would take away some of that,” he said with a shrug. He continued rinsing out some bowls as you gave him a small smile.

The two of you continued to wash the dishes in silence, moving to clean the countertops when you were done. After half an hour, the mess you’d made was gone and any signs of a baking breakdown had been erased.

It was a shame you were about to tear up the kitchen all over again.

“How about this,” Mat said, noticing the frown on your face at the thought of making another mess, “Let’s have a competition.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“You said you were making a chocolate cake, right? How about we see who can make the better cake,” Mat propositioned.

You raised both your eyebrows this time. You both knew you were the better baker by a long shot. You did have this same breakdown at least twice a year. You weren’t even sure Mat knew how to make anything that didn’t come with box instructions or included possible salmonella-inducing ingredients.

You knew what he was really trying to do. He was trying to distract you from all the stress, and he knew you couldn’t turn down a competition. You were just as bad as him when it came to winning. Thankfully, this was something you knew you’d win.

“Fine, but I hope you’re prepared to lose,” you agreed with a smile.

“I don’t know, I have been practicing my cooking skills lately,” he said, grabbing the bowls he’d just dried off.

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it,” you replied with an eye roll and heavy sarcasm.

You joined him in gathering all the ingredients and materials on the counter, setting up your respective stations. Mat divided the workspace in half, drawing a line in flour which made you laugh. You split the bowls between the sides and set up the ingredients on the second counter just like an actual cooking show.

“Okay, ground rules first. Half an hour to make the cakes, we bake them at the same time, and then another half hour for decorating at the end,” you explained, tying your hair back in a ponytail. Mat nodded at your statement and set a timer on his phone for 30 minutes.

“Ready.”

“Set.”

“Go!”

After about two hours, your creations were done. Well, they were supposed to be. Mat’s cake looked more or less like a brown lump coated in frosting and stripes. You’d tried your best to decorate yours with small chocolate roses, but you could’ve turned out a plain cake and probably would have done better.

“I think I won,” you stated confidently.

“You’re not allowed to decide, you’re biased! I’ll make a poll on my story,” Mat said, going to grab his phone.

“You can’t do that, your followers are going to pick yours.”

“Fine, we’ll get someone else to do it— Josty! Come here,” Mat called to his friend passing through the kitchen. He hesitantly walked over to where you were, not wanting to come in the middle of whatever you two were shouting about.

“We need you to make an instagram poll to see who’s cake looks better. Oh, and you’re going to taste test them,” you said, picking up your cake to pose for a picture as Mat did the same. Tyson sighed before realizing you two were serious and he opened his app to take a picture.

He added the photo to his story with a poll asking “Which one is better?” With two options, Y/N’s or Mat’s.

After you set the cakes back down, Tyson picked up a fork before stabbing them to pick out a chunk from each. He ate yours first, nearly moaning at the taste.

“Holy shit, this is, like, the best cake I’ve ever eaten,” Tyson said, shoveling down another forkful. You gave Mat a shit-eating grin.

“Okay, okay, try mine now,” Mat said, displeased. Tyson rolled his eyes before forking out some of his.

“Uh,” he coughed, “it’s a little,” cough, “dry.”

“What? No, it’s not! Let me try,” Mat shouted, outraged, and grabbed Tyson’s fork to try for himself.

It took him two seconds before he was spitting the cake into a napkin.

“Fine. You win,” Mat conceded, throwing a dish towel against the counter in mock fury.

You gloated for another 5 minutes, pointing out Mat’s terrible baking skills as Tyson continued to eat your cake and laugh at Mat.

You won the instagram poll too.

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It was the last week before you and Mat were flying back to New York. The past month had passed quickly, and Mat needed to get back for the start of training camps. As the summer began to end, the whole crew thought they’d spend one last day on the boat before everyone started parting ways.

It’s not like you were opposed to being on boats, but when all the guys did was water sports and no one wanted to slow down to teach you, it wasn’t as fun.

Today, however, had been quite calm as you sat against the front of the boat, a seltzer in hand as you watched Tyson wakeboarding in the back. Mat was curled up behind you as you leaned back against his chest, tanned skin shining in the summer sun. You reached back to grab the baseball cap off his head, placing it on yours to shield your eyes from the sun. You’d forgotten to bring sunglasses, and you figured Mat could part with his hat since he had a pair.

The day passed peacefully as all the guys took turns until it was sunset. Mat had joined you back on the seat, skin wet from just getting out of the water. He wrapped you in his arms before pulling you onto his lap, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, Tys, take a picture of us real quick,” Mat said, shoving his phone into Tyson’s chest.

You thought nothing of it, you and Mat had taken many pictures together, and this was no different. Mat rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your stomach as you both gave your cheesiest smiles to the camera. A quick shutter indicated the picture was taken and Tyson gave Mat his phone back.

Mat called your name from your bed as you stood in the adjoined bathroom, finishing your nightly routine.

“Hey, do you mind if I post that picture of us on my instagram?” Mat called out.

“The one from the boat? Why?” You asked, drying off your face with a towel.

“It’s a cute picture,” he shrugged when you reentered the room.

“People are going to start talking if you do,” you warned with a cautious tone.

He paused for a second.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Mat asked quietly, looking up to meet your eyes.

You stayed silent as you climbed in under the covers.

“What are you trying to say, Mat?”

He took a deep breath, “I think you’re amazing, you know that. And we’ve been friends for so long, it kind of feels natural, doesn’t it?” His fingers began tapping against the sheets anxiously as he held his breath and waited for your response.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body around to fully face him.

“It does,” you agreed, “But if you want us to be something more, you’re going to have to ask me on a date first.”

“A date? After I’ve already gotten you into bed? What’s the point?” You knew he meant it as a joke since he could barely finish the sentence without laughing, but you gently slapped his head as he began to apologize.

“I’m kidding!” He said between chuckles, “Will you go on a date with me once we get back to New York and it’s safe to go out again?”

“I’d love to, Mat,” you replied, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.

“I’m still going to post that photo tomorrow, though,” he said after a short pause, smiling against your lips.

The next day when Mat had gone on a fishing trip with the guys, you saw a notification pop up on your phone.

“@barzal97 tagged you in a photo”

You unlocked your phone.

“Isolation isn’t so bad when you have this girl to spend it with”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #nhl fic #my writing #isles13

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theladyofdeath · 3 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 6}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelb’s blogs! >> @snelbz

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The week had passed by in a blur and by the time Saturday came, all Nesta wanted to do was sleep in.

But she couldn’t.

Sleeping in wasn’t possible anymore.

Her alarm had been set for seven, but she woke up with the sun peeking through her curtains at 6:45. She looked at the baby monitor on the nightstand. Nyx was still sound asleep in his crib.

With a groan, she covered her head with her pillow and tried to shut out the light, but it was no use.

She was wide awake.

May as well enjoy a cup of coffee before Nyx wakes up. Nesta tossed her legs over the side of the bed and tossed her robe over her pajama shorts and tank top. After pulling her long, golden-brown hair back, she was tiptoeing through the hall and down the stairs.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear noise coming from the kitchen.

The sizzling of bacon being dropped into a skillet.

She had expected it to be Cassian, of course, but what she wasn’t expecting was what he was wearing.

Or, she supposed, what he wasn’t wearing.

She wasn’t sure if she should go back upstairs, to give him privacy. But he was the one who had chosen to come downstairs like this, in one of the common areas of the house, so Nesta went ahead and walked into the kitchen. She aimed straight for the coffee pot, grateful to see a fresh pot already in the carafe. “Good morning.”

He turned towards her, that broad, muscular chest on full display, thanks to the white towel wrapped around his hips being the only thing he had on. “Morning, Nes. Hope you want breakfast.”

She continued to make her coffee, which was usually easy, considering it was one spoonful of sugar in black coffee, but she was having a distinctly hard time focusing on what she was doing.

She had seen Cassian without a shirt in before, at the few times they’d both been over to swim in Feyre and Rhysand’s pool, but there was something distinctly different about seeing him wearing a pair of swimming trunks and that towel. That towel that was sitting so low on his hips, she knew there could be nothing underneath it.

He didn’t even seem to notice, didn’t even seem to think about her reaction to him standing nearly nude in the kitchen, making breakfast. His hair was still wet, although the ends seemed to be drying.

She wondered if this is what he looked like in a towel, what he would look like in the shower.

She quickly shook the thought away, even though it couldn’t help but linger in the back of her mind.

“I’ve got eggs, bacon, and toast,” he said, his back to her. She watched his muscles expand as he moved pans around and turned off the burners. “Simple, but it’ll fill you up. We’ll need all the energy we can this morning.”

Nesta cleared her throat and gave him a nod as he turned to face her. It was true, and Nesta was unexcited about it. The two of them would spend their day trying to find a part-time nanny for Nyx for the days that the two of them were both at work at the same time.

They’d had plenty of applicants, some of whom seemed promising.

Nesta had her fingers crossed.

A plate was set down in front of Nesta, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at it. There was a smiley face made out of a bacon mouth and egg-eyes. Another plate was set in the middle of the table, piled high with toast and jam.

“What am I, two?” she asked, gesturing to the breakfast face in front of her.

Cassian chuckled. His plate was piled high with bacon and eggs. No room for faces. He sat across from her and leaned on the table with his elbows. “A little smiley face never hurt anybody.”

She said nothing, just picked up her fork and cut into the eggs. She hadn’t even told him she liked her eggs over-medium, but she was glad she did as the semi-runny yolk spilled out onto her plate. Nesta thought about starting something about it, about asking about food preferences before he assumed something, but it was too early and she hadn’t gotten to enjoy nearly enough of her cup of coffee. It was too early to fight. So instead she picked up a crispy piece of bacon and used it to pick up some of the egg, before popping it into her mouth.

Her eyes slipped closed and she tried not to moan.

How could a simple breakfast taste so damn good?

When she opened her eyes again, she assumed she hadn’t been completely successful in stopping her appreciative noises, because he was smirking at her as he brought his own coffee to his lips.

“Told you I make a mean breakfast,” he said, reaching for a piece of toast and slathering it in blackberry jam.

Clearing her throat, she ignored him and continued eating until her plate was completely empty. Just as she was about to get up to rinse it off, he stood, adjusting that damn towel to fit more snuggly around his hips, and picked up both of their plates. She tried her best not to watch the muscles shift in his back as he rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. Tried her best, but found herself staring as she sipped from her coffee cup, but snapped herself out of it and got up as well, making Nyx a bottle for when he woke up.

As she shook the formula up, she asked, “Will you be putting clothes on before the applicants get here, or should I warn them this is going to be a clothes-optional interview?”

He glanced at her over a shoulder, as he began to clean the pan he’d cooked the bacon and eggs in, but turned right back to the sink. “Does my nakedness bother you, Nes?”

Damn him, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No,” she snapped. “And stop calling me that.”

“So, you like me in a towel, then?” he went on, turning the sink off as he put the final plate in the drain rack.

“You’re exhausting, you know that?” she asked, turning to face him full on.

He turned to her then, one brow raised as he ran a hand through his nearly-dried hair. “I’m just saying, if it bothers you, I’ll be sure to dress before I come down to slave away for you over the stove. But, if it doesn’t bother you, I have to admit that I like to completely dry before I put on clothes.”

No, it didn’t bother her.

No, she didn’t mind having her breakfast with a view.

No, she wouldn’t mind reaching out and feeling just how hard and defined his abs really were.

No, she would never admit to that.

Instead, she raised her chin and said, “I should wake Nyx up so he’s ready before the first applicant arrives.”

“So formal,” he grinned. “And here I thought we were having a nice, pleasant morning.”

A soft cry came from upstairs and she was immediately in motion, all thoughts of those abs and whether or not water from his shower would well in the defined divots of them gone. Snatching up the bottle she’d set on the counter, she turned and headed for the living room and the stairs beyond. “Put some clothes on,” was all

she called back to him as she hurried for Nyx’s nursery.

Nesta shut the front door, falling back against the wood, listening as the final interview made her way down the cobblestone walkway.

She sighed and made her way into the kitchen. She needed a glass of wine.

A bottle of wine was more like it, but a glass would do for now.

She found Cassian already standing behind a chair at the kitchen table, the resumes of each applicant spread out before him. “So,” she said, reaching into the fridge for the bottle of chilled, white wine. “What did you think?”

He blew out an equally exhausted breath, before shaking his head. “There was…a lot of variety.”

He was right. There was a woman who had to be in her seventies, who had brought an entire notebook of lesson plans, with her goal to have the one-year-old fluent in French before his third birthday. Then there was the thirteen-year-old who had lied about her age on the application, but promised she could ride her bike the mile and a half from her house every day they needed her. Just not until after three on school days.

“Too much variety,” she agreed. “That last woman was so boring she literally put Nyx to sleep.”

It was true. Nyx was currently sound asleep in the middle of his playmat in the living room, surrounded by his toys.

“I didn’t mind the retired librarian,” Nesta said, filling her wine glass to the brim.

Cassian scrunched his nose. “She smelled weird.”

Nesta scoffed. “I don’t think Nyx will be minding her smell. She was smart and was obviously good with him.”

“So was Viviane,” Cassian said, picking up an application off the table.

Nesta blinked. “Viviane?”

“Yeah, Viviane,” he said, showing her the application. “Smart. Bachelors in early childhood education. Lives three miles down the road.”

“Young, blonde, hot,” Nesta added, taking a drink.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “So you do remember her.”

“I remember that she didn’t have near enough experience and she only listed one reference,” Nesta replied, taking the application and resume from him. She looked it over again. “She can’t be more than twenty-two years old.”

“What does her age have to do with it?” He asked, leaning down on the chair and looking at her. “She’s got good qualifications and Nyx loved her. She was one of the few he actually laughed and wanted to play with.”

It was true, he’d been extremely uncomfortable around most of the applicants. He cried the second a couple of them looked at him and had even spit up on one of them. But he had giggled with Viviane and genuinely seemed to like her.

“She hasn’t worked at a legit daycare or anything, but she’s been a one-on-one nanny before,” Cassian pointed out, as Nesta was reading the same thing on her copy of the resume. “And she said she could get us the numbers of her previous families. She just didn’t want to give them out without asking permission.” He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “Sounds like she’d respect our privacy, too. But go ahead, keep thinking of reasons she’s not a good candidate.”

Aside from her perky tits and ass, I can’t think of any. The words almost came from her lips, but Nesta ground her teeth.

“We have to agree on someone, and Viviane can start immediately,” Cassian continued.

Nesta stared at him for a moment.

He stared back, watching as she sipped from her glass. “I swear to the Mother, Cassian, if you fuck the nanny-.”

Cassian barked an unamused laugh. “You think I have absolutely no self control, don’t you?”

“I think you’re basing this choice off of what you want, not what Nyx needs,” she said, not breaking their eye contact.

“She may be hot, but fucking her would be a lot more trouble than it’s worth,” he admitted. “And Nyx is half Rhys. Don’t forget that. He liked to appreciate pretty things just as much as I do, and I’m sure Nyx will, too.”

Scoffing, Nesta set her glass down and went into the living room to get Nyx. “He’s a baby, not a grown man, with raging hormones. You’re disgusting.” She picked him up, still fast asleep from hearing about the nuances of the differences in a sitter and nanny from the old crone they’d spoken with last. “Call Viviane, let her know she starts tomorrow at eight.”

Cassian met her on the stairs. “I don’t work tomorrow, I can watch him.”

Nesta shrugged, but continued up, carrying a drooling Nyx to his nursery. She hadn’t noticed how close to his nap time it had gotten. “Think of it as an exercise in self-control then, and a test run. See how she does with Nyx and see if you can keep your dick to yourself.”

“I’ve kept it from you pretty easily, haven’t I?”

Nesta refrained from responding as she carried Nyx into the nursery and laid him down, cracking the door open behind her as she left. Walking back downstairs, she retrieved her wine, purposefully ignoring him, though she felt his eyes on her the whole time. She wouldn’t answer his question, was doing her best not to think about it, especially compounded with memories of him this morning.

She had no idea the muscles leading down by the hips could really be so defined. She thought the illustrious V that dragged your eye downwards on most male models was photoshopped in. Cassian, though, very much proved it not only existed, but that it was as distracting as she’d imagined it could be.

“I’m taking a bath,” she announced, heading back for the stairs. “Let Viviane know she got the job, but she can start whenever you want. If you’ll be off tomorrow, we don’t need to pay her to be here.”

She didn’t wait for his reply, and was in her room with the door shut a few seconds later. She took her time filling the bathtub with the things she found under the counter. There were oils and salts and bubbles and soaps, and by the time Nesta settled into the bubbly, warm water, the entire bathroom smelled like a spa. She sipped her wine, refusing to let her mind wander back to Cassian that morning, but by the time her glass was empty, her head was swimming and the water had begun to go cold.

She got out of the tub, watching as the water swirled down the drain and began toweling off.

And then, she had an idea, to give Cassian a taste of his own medicine.

She grabbed a clean, fluffy, white towel and wrapped it around her chest. And then she headed down to the kitchen for a refill.

Cassian was lying on the couch, one arm tossed behind his head, the other using the remote to flip through the stations on the TV.

He caught Nesta the moment her feet appeared at the top of the stairs.

Nesta’s heartbeat a little bit faster with every step she took.

“This is a new look for you,” Cassian said, simply, even though his voice had lowered an octave since the last conversation they had. “Especially considering you took the master bedroom so that you had your own private bathroom to avoid such run-ins with me.”

Nesta tossed her long, wet hair over her shoulder. “I figured it was okay since you’ve made it perfectly clear that you have no desire to crawl into bed with me. I deemed it safe territory.”

The glass still dangled between her fingers and she heard the couch creak as she turned the corner into the kitchen. She may have grabbed a towel that wasn’t quite as wide as the rest of them, one that didn’t quite come as far down her thighs. But if he wanted to prance around in nothing but his skin, she could do the same.

They were both adults. She had no interest in sleeping with him - so she told herself, at least - and he’d said he had no interest in her.

She poured what was left of the bottle in her glass and threw it into the trash with a clunk. She hadn’t realized she had so little left, but was fairly sure another bottle was in the wine cabinet.

Which was in the living room.

When she re-entered the living room, the volume on the TV was nearly silent and Cassian was sitting up, rather than laying down. One arm was draped across the back of the couch and the other still clutched the remote.

She could feel his eyes on her and she took another drink before reaching around the back of the cabinet for the key and unlocking it.

Not only did she grab another bottle of her favorite wine, but also a good bottle of whiskey, too.

“Planning on getting wasted?” He asked, quietly.

“Just stocking up,” she replied, locking the cabinet behind her. “Care for a glass?”

Cassian looked around the room, as if she would be talking to anyone else other than her. “Sure.”

“Whiskey, I assume?” she asked, going back into the kitchen for another glass.

The television was a little bit louder when she returned, but not by much.

She sat on the opposite end of the couch, and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of them. After retrieving the glass bottles, she poured.

Cassian remained perfectly quiet as she did so.

“Is this a truce?” he asked, as Nesta held the glass out toward him.

“This is a celebratory drink to commemorate finding a nanny today,” Nesta said, although her voice held no warmth. “No matter how young and inexperienced and doomed-to-fail she is.”

She held up her wine glass.

Cassian snorted as he clinked his glass against hers.

She wasn’t paying any attention to whatever he had playing on the TV, and she had a feeling he didn’t either, not as she could feel his stare burning into her. Enough so that she crossed her legs, unintentionally causing the towel to raise even higher attention on the outside of her thigh. It almost exposed her entire hip, which she wasn’t anticipating, but she had made the decision to come down here, to tease him by showing him what he had done to her. She wouldn’t let him see how much his gaze was affecting her.

Even if it was just the wine.

Or so she told herself.

She was just about to stand, to make some excuse for going upstairs when he set his glass down on the coffee table and cleared his throat.

“New house rule. Clothes are required in the common areas. Kitchen, living room, dining room,” he said, ticking them off one by one. “Bedrooms and bathrooms are the only places where this is allowed.”

He gestured towards her, without looking, to make sure his point was understood.

“Why?” She asked innocently, and then she threw his own words back into his face. “Does my nakedness bother you, Cass?”

“Quite the opposite,” he admitted, adjusting himself.

Nesta pretended she didn’t notice.

“I thought you had no issue keeping yourself in check with me,” Nesta said, her voice low. “I thought you weren’t some untamed male with raging hormones.”

“I’m not,” he said, reaching to refill his glass. “At least, not until a beautiful woman is sitting a foot away from me, soaked, in a towel, pouring me whiskey.”

“I’m not soaked,” she said, without thinking it through. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

When Cassian looked at her, he grinned, but his eyes were dark. “I meant your hair.”

Nesta knew her plan had immediately backfired, either that or she’d had far too much to drink, so she simply nodded and stood heading back for the staircase.

“Nes?”

She turned back to look at him, halfway up the staircase.

He was smirking, that glass of whiskey resting on the arm of the couch. “If you ever do find yourself soaked, you know where to find me.”

She was up the stairs and slamming her door in a flash, trying to ignore his quiet laughter.

#nessian #LAWKI #collab #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #nesta #cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm #modern au #movie au

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superpixie42 · 3 years ago

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The End!

OMG we made it and I didn't crack and just post it all at once. Thank you guys for joining me on this storytelling experiment.

For those of you who (like me) prefer binge reading, the whole fic is now up on AO3.

Please note the AO3 upload is 4 chapters not 8 because I paired the matching POV pieces together (so 1&2 are together, and so on).

Enjoy 💙

Rated E

Summary: Kagome Higurashi wanted to be anywhere but at the grungy bus station at 6am with her screaming infant. But when the local delinquent turns out to be a total sweetheart, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem to be. The story of how one act of kindness deserves another, and how strangers became closer than family. Includes fanart from Wolfcry77.

Story Tags: Modern AU. Single Mom Kagome. Gruff on the outside but puppy on the inside Inuyasha. Bus friends to actual friends to lovers. Found family feels. Slowburn for people in a hurry. Eventual sexual content. Oral sex. Wholesome love making but also they have a very good time. The pining is mutual I pinky promise. If you don't have a communication breakdown is it even InuKag?

Dating Kagome Higurashi was unlike anything Inuyasha had ever experienced before. She was thoughtful, and caring, and the most genuinely sweet person he'd ever met. And she trusted him, not just with her heart, but with her son. The first time he watched Toru for her was just for half an hour, staying in the apartment with him while Kagome ran downstairs to the laundromat to swap a load of clothes. He'd been mildly terrified, but it had been fine, and the look on Kagome's face when she came back to him and Toru playing with Toru’s stacking cups was nothing short of incredible. Now, as he came through the door every morning, Toru’s shrieks of "Yaya, Yaya!!" absolutely crushed his heart. Nobody was as happy to see him as Kagome and Toru. Nobody acknowledged him or missed him like they did...not for a real fuckin’ long time.

Inuyasha loved Kagome. He just wished he could tell her.

Not that there weren’t opportunities. Sometimes the mood, the moment, or whatever romantic bullshit it was called would just feel different and his brain would scream do it now. But then he could feel her anxiety spike and he would back off. He understood; clearly, she'd been burned before and was worried about getting burned again. He respected her need to keep things "unofficial" and low pressure. It’s not like the lack of labels was holding them back.

They didn’t go out much, since their schedules - plus Toru’s routine - made it hard to justify the time it took to get anywhere, but he was more than happy to just spend their time in Kagome’s apartment. He could never get enough of kissing her, or even just holding her hand. And being home meant that on the rare occasion that Toru was having a playdate with Grandma Higurashi and Uncle Souta, they could take full advantage.

Inuyasha shouldn’t have been surprised to realize Kagome would be as chatty in bed as she was everywhere else. She whispered dirty things in his ear, she guided his speed through foreplay, and she was very enthusiastic at telling him when he was a good boy.

But it caught him completely off-guard when, instead of telling him harder, slower, or more, she moaned, “Move in with me.”

He halted his movements, his fingers still two knuckles deep, and his lips around her nipple. “What?” he asked, his reply almost inaudible through his mouthful of tit. But Kagome didn’t repeat it, instead she scrambled up from under him, grabbing their box of condoms from under her bed.

She shoved it into his chest. “In me. Move in me, now.”

He wasn’t going to argue. Instead he decided to treat this romp like a job interview, making sure he showed her just what she could look forward to, every night if she wanted it, once he moved in. He suited up, grabbed her hips, and flipped them around so she could have the ride of her life.

Kagome doubled over, her orgasm rendering her abs temporarily useless. Inuyasha grabbed her thighs, pushing himself as far into her clenched core as he could, reaching his own completion and filling the condom. As he came down from his high, he realized he could smell salt in the air along with their combined scents. He immediately released her legs, thinking he might have pierced her hips. The skin under his fingers was slightly red from the pressure, but perfectly intact.

He quickly scanned her frame, not seeing any bruises or cuts, or anything to indicate why she was crying. He reached up and brushed the one wayward tear from her cheek. "You ok?" he asked, his voice half an octave lower than usual.

She sniffled before answering, "It was just, it was so good!"

He barked out a laugh, entirely in agreement, before her next sentence made his blood run cold.

"Nobody else is going to be this good! You've ruined me!"

He blinked twice, his body nearly going into shock at how quickly he shifted from elated to absolutely pissed. He let out an aggravated huff and used his strength to lift her up and off of him, dropping her ass down onto the mattress and ignoring her groan at his sudden exit from her body.

"What the fuck Kagome? You don't even let me get the condom off before you're thinking about someone else? I assumed we were exclusive, but this is the shittest way to tell me I was wrong."

"What someone else? There isn't anyone else!" she shouted, another tear sliding down her cheek. He let this one fall on its own.

"You are literally crying because nobody else is going to get you off that good."

"Exactly!"

He threw his hands in the air, trying not to scream in frustration. He needed her to stop talking in circles.

"Kagome, why can't we just keep having sex if it was good?"

Even with all the smells perfuming her apartment, Inuyasha could almost taste how sad she had made herself thinking of her answer. She refused to look at him, instead staring at her nails as she nervously ripped her cuticles apart.

"I know you heard me...based on how much of an ass I made of myself, clearly I can't keep doing friends with benefits. And…" she sniffled, "people don't date single moms. People don't want to deal with moments being ruined by screaming babies, or weeks of dry spells because I'm just too tired. My best hope is the occasional date that goes really well...only now I know it won't go anywhere near as well as this and that's just not fair."

He leaned forward, hooking a long finger under her chin to force her to look at him. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not ‘people’, then," he said, wiggling his ears for emphasis.

Kagome let out a snort, shaking her head at him. "You're the best people I know, and you don't have to make this a thing because I caught feelings."

"What if I want it to be a thing because I caught feelings a long time ago and thought this was already a thing?"

She bit her lip nervously, clearly not entirely convinced he wasn't just humoring her.

"I know you have to be cautious, because of Toru,” he said gently, “and I don’t want to pressure you. So if you want to back up and do an official dating thing and not the move-in and having sex thing, I can do that. I love you. And we can do this whatever way makes you feel safe."

Her eyes lit up, her signature smile finally replaced her nervous lip biting. "You would move in? Really? With Toru and the mess and my one tiny bathroom?"

He leaned forward and cupped her face in his left hand. “I like Toru. And I like you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

She blinked, her eyes sparking, “I love you too, Inuyasha.”

He leaned forward, kissing her slowly until he was sure her tears had stopped.

“Besides,” he said, pulling from this kiss with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, “one small bathroom just means you have no choice but to shower with me.”

He grabbed at her hands and hoisted her up off the bed, making a beeline for the shower. Maybe they did things a little out of order, but that was okay. They were writing their story their way, and he didn’t care what the cover looked like as long as they got their happily ever after. And looking into Kagome’s face as she smiled up at him and followed him through the sea of toddler toys to the bathroom, he knew they were already almost there.

THE END

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH THIS LITTLE FIC GUYS each and every reblog and comment has meant so much to me especially since tumblr seems determined to fuck up my account.

Much love,

Pixie

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#my writing #dont judge a book by its cover #inuyasha fanfic #modern au #OMG ITS DONE ITS DONE IM SO EXCTIED #now also up on AO3

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yoichichi · 4 years ago

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Intern!Eren HC

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a/n: some Intern!Eren HC based off my CEO!Levi x secretary!reader post you can read here <- if you’d like :) I got one person requesting it in my inbox and that’s all I needed LOL :) I’d love to hear from you guys in my inbox! Hope you enjoy <3 I’m also gonna be posting more characters from this ~universe so feel free to send in thoughts or ideas !

FIRST OFF HES SO STUPID LIKE PLS

I’m sorry but hear me out:

He’s very intelligent, right. He was well composed in his interview to be an intern, his resume was wonderfully organized full of all kinds of references and experience, he can hold a corporate conversation like nobody’s business, and he’s definitely got this natural charm working for him

But this man can’t work a photo copier for the life of him 😭

He doesn’t know the difference between business casual & smart casual (tbh who tf does)

He is always joking with boss Levi at the WORST times

He’s AWFUL at finding things pls

Someone will tell him to go grab more printer paper from the cabinets in the break room and he’ll just go and stand in there like 🧍

“Cabinets, cabinets... okayyy what one.”

^he definitely talks to himself like that ALL the time but more on that later

But anyways he’ll be searching through all the cabinets and just,,, not see it and he’d start freaking out like oh fuck they’re gonna fire me cause my dumbass can’t find the fuckin printer paper

He’d just come back like

“Um, uh, Miss Parker I couldn’t find the printer paper🧍.”

She’s an older lady in the advertising department of the company that just finds him so endearing pls

so she goes and just opens the first cupboard he looked in and hands it to him like “here sweetie, make sure to open your eyes next time.”

She’s so sweet but poor baby is so red and embarrassed 😭

It’s even worse when she asks him to load it and he just - breaks it

he accidentally pulled too hard trying to open the paper compartment and ripped one of the plastic front pieces off and is just holding it in his hand like 😰

He jus tapes it on w scotch tape and bolts out of the room once it’s loaded and then blames it on Jean when Levi asks why the hell the printer in the front office is broken

“Yeah no I have no idea sir, I think it might’ve been Jean, I mean I saw him in here last buttt, yeah no I really don’t know sorry!”

Queue Eren speed walking to the bathroom so he can collect himself abdjdjajdjf

But on the note of breaking things it’s totally happened more than once

I STRONGLY HC this mf as being clumsy a lil like he just never fully got used to his height after he had his growth spurt

So he has a habit of tripping over himself or hitting his head on cabinets and such

This also means long arms accidentally knocking these over 😭

His first day he reached across his lil intern desk adjacent to Jeans to answer the phone and just completely knocked off his stapler and it kinda came apart

So once he was done with the call he was like no biggie I can fix this :)

And then he spent the next 20 minutes trying to figure out how the hell to put it back together

Levi happened upon him at his desk with google up on his computer, “how to put together stapler”, and he was fiddling with it in his lap and Levi was just 🤨

Eren was so embarrassed and went beet red

But as soon as Jean started chuckling Levi was like “well help him? I’d rather not have a broken stapler and besides, it’d give you two idiots something to do.”

So of course jean was like ok 🙄 but now him and eren have been arguing and BOTH been trying to fix it for another 10 minutes

Levi comes over to check on them and he’s so disappointed he’s just like “give me the fucking stapler” and puts the pieces back together and hands it to eren like 😐.

But yeah, Eren has a tendency to break things LOL

Ok back to mans talking to himself

He can be forgetful when it comes to tasks he needs to do so you’ll often find him walking around the office muttering things to himself like “phone, phone. Listen to the voicemail on the phone.”

And sometimes he’ll sing it to himself instead of speaking it cause it he finds it keeps him entertained 🥺🤲🏼

He also has a bad habit of just humming at his desk period

Jean absolutely hates it, especially when the songs Eren’s humming get stuck in Jeans head LMAO

Levi implied he was proud of Erens work ~once and he almost cried, he had to excuse himself and Miss Parker thought he was gonna throw up

One time Levi joked about long hair not being dress code and immediately had to take it back before Eren and Jean had a crisis at their desk

But even with his little quirks and shenanigans he takes his internship very seriously and is highly knowledgeable about the core responsibilities of the job, which is definitely a reason Levi accepted his application in the first place

Eren is so punctual it’s insane, he hasn’t missed a single day at his internship and has never been more than a minute late

And he’s so cute always asking Levi what he could do better at the end of his day or if there’s anything else he needs from him

At some point Levi had to ask him to only ask it once a week cause he has other things to worry about too 😭

But Levi did admire his determination to improve

Eren may be a little silly but he’ll be damned if he’s gonna lose this internship <3

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Eeeeek okok so this is officially a part of my CEO!levi universe LMAO any work that is based in this will be tagged appropriately! I’m also thinking of posting a pt.2 to this with reader 😏! Lemme know if you guys are interested! I’ll be having some more works come out with other aot boys in this universe too :)! Anyways yes I’d love any and all thoughts <3

requests are open

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sleeperswakewriting · 3 years ago

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I think we're alone now

Rating: M

Summary: Soulmate AU.

Soulmates were fucking dumb. It turned even the most level-headed people into absolute imbeciles, and Levi wasn’t about to become one of them.

Enter Petra Ral, the woman who could make even his wildest fantasies come true.

Word Count: 5.3k

Tags: soulmate induced sex, nerd Levi, cheeky Petra, virgin sex, Levi's into cat girls

Happy belated Birthday @atthebrinksofstories! Thank you for all your contributions to the Rivetra fandom. Here's my little way of saying: I'm so glad we exist in the universe at the same time. This fic was inspired by you and this piece by you!

By all accounts, Levi should be a happy man.

It wasn’t often you found your soulmate in your early twenties—stories were written about people traversing the world for years until they stumbled upon theirs. Or, for the less fortunate, they never found their soulmate and settled for a regular relationship, knowing full well that it could all be shattered in a second. Many lived and died with their non-soulmate partners, and this didn’t stop the wheel of the time. Especially with the youth, who dated and fell in love as if the soulmate factor didn’t exist. Until it did.

For Levi, he lived by two facts:

1) Soulmates were fucking dumb. It turned even the most level-headed people into absolute imbeciles, and he wasn’t about to become one of them.

Take Eld Jinn, one of his most respected friends who had a volleyball scholarship lined up post-high school. He meets a cute cheerleader at a game, who also received a scholarship, except on the opposite coast. All of his plans, flushed down the toilet, taking a degree in business so that they could start their life as soon as possible with a steady career.

“You hate desk work,” Levi snapped to him as he loaded Eld’s moving box into a U-haul. Six months of dating and he was already moving in with his girlfriend. Eld said it was inevitable anyway, that they were so sure they were in love, so why not speed up the process? The promise of their pheromone-induced sexcation was also a plus, a fact Eld did not mind bragging about much to the rest of their groups’ chagrin.

That was the other freaky thing about soulmates, and in an animalistic way it made sense, but once a couple had sex, there was no stopping them. At least for a week, is what the scientists said. Ever since the idea of soulmates became quantifiable, billions of dollars of research had been flooded into the science of soulmates. This led to public policy, and a week-long paid leave after you coupled with your soulmate to get it out of your system. If the couple didn’t have sex after the first initial encounter, they became irritable, grumpy, and in the worst cases, violent.

With the advent of the honeymoon law, as it was affectionately named, parties were thrown after said honeymoon. Claps and light teasing became the norm in office settings, and the endless amounts of congrats on the sex! emails bordered on sexual harassment reports to HR. All in all, it was better to get it over with before you start any long-term projects or commitments, and even better if you were younger to avoid the pitiful looks for someone with less stamina.

Levi didn’t get what the big deal was. People had sex all the time.

Well, he didn’t.

Enter fact number two:

Levi had a thing for girls dressed in animal outfits. More specifically, cat outfits, and he discovered a dark hole of the internet that he didn’t emerge from for a week. Dick sore, but with a newfound understanding of himself, Levi kept this part held tight to his chest. Maybe a little too tight, if his friends were asking since he was still blissfully a virgin due to his specific preferences, and penchant for not communicating.

Sure, a part of him ached for some companionship, but he would rather die before letting that part of himself be known. He had porn and his hand, and a lively imagination when all his friends were out on double, triple, quadruple dates.

He almost made it through college without a serious thought into sex.

Almost.

Halloween night, senior year. Erwin and Hange took him to their frat party despite his protests. He opted for his normal wear, khakis, and a button-down, and also in typical fashion, he watched his friends pound down drinks within the first fifteen minutes of arrival. To avoid spillage and the loud music, he made himself comfortable on a corner couch and counted down until he could leave without notice. Erwin was on his third drink, Hange on their second, and Levi was already scoping out a path to the exit.

Lost in his calculations, Levi barely heard the squeal, a splash of blue curaçao, and an upended skirt and panties in his face.

Petra Ral. He had seen her passing since they had mutual friends, but they were never this close before.

Junior, animal science major, and his soulmate.

Both of them felt it as soon as their eyes met. The surge of electricity in their hearts, the way the room stilled, and their surroundings blurred. Everything else was a dull roar in the background, save for their breaths that were now in time with one another.

He noticed her eyes first, and from that day onward, it would still be the first thing he saw she entered a room. Hues of caramel, fucking golden flecks, and a doe-eyed expression coupled with matching ginger cat ears were his wildest fantasies come to life. An orange cat tail sat right above her ass, and the body con suit she wore left little to the imagination. A leather collar with a bell wrapped around her neck, and the gloves in the shape of paw prints should not have turned Levi on.

It took approximately three seconds before they started kissing. Petra went in first, adjusting herself so she sat on his lap, and pulled her gloves off so she could run her fingers in his hair. Her collar jingled and a rush of heat crashed down his body while he let out an unrecognizable gasp. Face flush, there was an inevitability tethering his soul like the planets were aligned, his universe now in order.

Breaking their kiss, Levi’s eyes widened as Petra pouted and attempted to pull him in by the shirt collar. He leaned back and tried to avoid bumping his growing erection against her soft skin with a sheepish chuckle.

“I…uh…” Fuck. It wasn’t like him to be tongue-tied, but the growing irritation in Petra’s eyes sent another flame of desire into his stomach.

“I’m not imagining things, right? We’re soulmates,” Petra deadpanned, hands on her hips. Her scowl wondered how he could not be attracted to her with this newfound information, and with a deliberate squeeze of her tits together, Levi gulped. What was he about to get into? People who tried to run away from their soulmates, like ones already in relationships, reaped the consequences. It ranged from daily vomiting, lack of sleep, anxiety, depression, and any other unfortunate consequence one could think of. It varied by person, and Levi thought this was exactly why he wanted to stay away from women in general.

“I mean, yeah,” he replied lamely, trying to avoid looking at her chest, her cat ears, and thigh-high stockings that cut off just above her knees. Black combat boots finished the ensemble, and Levi knew if he didn’t pull it together, he wouldn’t be leaving his apartment for a week.

This girl was dangerous. He tried not to note her long stiletto nails that also matched her ginger hair.

“Soooo,” she taunted, scooting herself further onto his lap until they were only inches apart, “is there something wrong? You have a girlfriend already?”

“No,” he said quickly, and the gleam in Petra’s eyes brightened.

“What’s the problem, then?”

Where to begin? He was a virgin. He had a plan. He would be graduating in seven months, and taking a week off from school was not part of Levi Ackerman’s plan to retain his summa cum laude status. He wasn’t about to tell a stranger that, even if it was his soulmate.

“I have a test tomorrow.” It was a shitty lie, but he knew despite his unoffending flair, he came across as a nerd.

Petra cocked an eyebrow while placing both hands on his shoulders. He flinched; Levi wasn’t used to such close contact with anyone, let alone a woman that looked like she stepped from his dreams. His heart thudded, blood was pulsing in his ears, and he knew he was blushing and dammit, he hated this.

She moved in closer, her lips to his ear and he could catch the faint scent of booze and sugar. He had to restrain himself from moving in closer, to beg her to bite down on his lobe, but he held his breath steady while she whispered, “Bullshit. You enjoyed that kiss.”

Levi swallowed. His soulmate was feisty, a fact he deeply enjoyed by the tent in his pants. Petra looked down between them as a smirk drew up her face.

“You definitely have a girlfriend,” she sighed, reaching for the fanny back along her waist to draw her phone. “Can we exchange numbers, at least? You’re not gonna last long with her, I can see it in your eyes—“

“It’s not that.” The words came tumbling out of Levi’s mouth before he could stop himself. He could feel it—that thing that everyone wrote songs and movies about, the undeniable truth he’d been running from for years—Levi Ackerman was capable of love. And despite the short amount of time, he could already feel himself slipping. The cadence of her voice. The way she was still sitting on his lap, her desire to be close to him even though he was turning her down.

Her bravado dropped when she noticed his flustered expression, his eyelashes flickering downward while he moved, no dared, touched her waist with the lightest brush of his fingertips.

Petra shivered and their eyes were still locked as she asked, “What, then?”

Levi contemplated for a beat, again reassessing all the old tales he heard about soulmates. One of them was that lying was incredibly difficult. You could, it wasn’t some truth serum from a spy movie, but you would be up late, tortured for days, in worst cases, your senses went foul the moment you told the lie.

“I don’t want to sleep with you tonight,” he admitted, opting for the kernel of veracity, but he didn’t want to drive her away. “Can we at least go on a few dates first?”

She laughed, and Levi quite liked how her body rumbled against his legs. Her giggles erupted higher until people began to look at them, and Levi grit his teeth. “Okay, call me old fashioned—“

“No, no,” Petra shushed him with a peck to his lips. “It’s just…well, you’re perfect.”

Confusion arose in his brows, though he didn’t hesitate in dipping his lips in for another kiss. Jesus Christ, he was already whipped, her touch like some drug he couldn’t get enough of, but she wasn’t protesting as she hungrily lapped his unpracticed movements.

“I’ll explain on the way out, I live in Fair Ridge.” At his hesitant expression, she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to eat you, I promise. Let’s just talk. Where do you live?”

Levi lived on the opposite side—the grimier one, but his feet were already hitting the ground as Petra took his hand and pulled him through the crowd.

He smiled to himself, watching as she led him down the same path he was going to take.

—

7 months later

“Happy graduation day, Levi!”

Petra thrust an armful of flowers into Levi’s hands the minute he returned from the ceremony. It was May, and the flowers were freshly in bloom as he descended upon the steps of the building he’d spent many hours studying in. A black graduation robe covered his frame, accompanied by a golden tassel, and a medal around his neck indicating he graduated at the top of his class. Petra’s warm hand held his, the only one to celebrate his success other than his classmates. A wide smile stretched across his face as he kissed her, she looked divine in this sundress, and her wedge heels made them equal height.

“Thank you,” he said, giving one last kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” she teased, threading their arms. “You were doing just fine without me.”

She was right, as usual, but that didn’t stop the stupid grin on Levi’s face as he thought about their future. He had a job lined up—a well-paying salaried just a few towns over from their university. They already signed a lease for next year, just the two of them, and he couldn’t wait to fund Petra’s vet schooling. He met her parents and they adored him despite his hesitancy to join their family.

“They’re not soulmates,” Petra explained to him one rainy afternoon while they did homework together, feet sole to sole on her bed. “But they went ahead and had me anyway. They’re not worried about the soulmate thing, but they’ve told me they’ve fought about it since they got together. It has its ups and downs. But what’s the point in life when all you do is wait for something?”

“They’re not married?” Levi asked, unfamiliar with how marriages worked in non-soulmate situations. His parents were dead, he was raised by a good-for-nothing uncle that dropped him at 18.

“Nah. It’s their failsafe, you know? In case things get messy.”

If either of them found a soulmate. Suddenly, Levi understood the privilege of their situation. No matter how much you loved someone in this world, the glass floor underneath could give out at any moment. Even before Petra, Levi had always felt like this, waiting for his world to shatter. The sure-footedness that love provided him eased his sensibilities and the tranquility he was afforded could not be put into words.

Despite Petra’s eager disposition at their first meeting, she explained between kisses and moans that she also wanted to take things slow. Growing up with non-soulmate parents distorted her understanding of love and views on soulmates, and she wanted, no needed to know Levi was all in.

“I’m dedicating my heart to you,” he said after their first date. They took a trip into the city and read while ordering a full platter of high tea. That evening, they took a walk, and Levi couldn’t remember the last time he was so distracted. They wound up on the other side of the city, and too tired and exhausted to return to campus, they bought a hotel room for the night where he fell asleep on her chest. Aimless fingers roamed through his undercut, a soothing and unconscious habit Petra slowly picked up over time.

It was the greatest day of his life.

The threads of their connection begged them to push forward, to consummate their revelation, and Levi had to separate himself, three pillows apart. She was intoxicating. Her lithe laughter, the dry humor that matched his own with a touch of tenderness. They logically knew being soulmates meant more than just wanting to fuck each other, but Levi was startled at how deep the connection went. From their values to their preference in cuisine, maybe there was some science in how the universe matched soulmates. That was the only explanation for how Petra was dressed in a kitten costume on the night they met, and how his confession to her on how he envisioned their first time was met with eager kissing.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” A rosy blush dappled his cheeks while Levi hid his face in his hands. His back was faced towards her while they sat side by side on Petra’s bed and she jokingly brought out the cat ears she wore on Halloween night.

“Of course not,” she purred and nuzzled her nose into his neck, breaking his embarrassment. He jolted from how cold the tip of her nose was and met her eager expression. “I love exciting you. Turning you on turns me on.”

They decided to take things slow, and while Petra was ready and eager, Levi was not. She respected his choice and even made a game of how far she could push him, goading him with blow jobs and skimpy outfits. Ever since Petra had found out about his kink, she had gone as far as to recreate her Halloween costume.

Needless to say, Levi had to leave for the night.

It didn’t stop her from sending Snapchat after Snapchat, ranging from tasteful cleavage to suggestive remarks on why she wore a collar.

They had Christmas break. Spring break. Hell, Levi knew he could manage to take off a week or so after spring semester started. Erwin and Hange teased him relentlessly, taunting him on whether she was actually his soulmate since he was so determined to keep his status as a virgin.

“Maybe it’s a one-directional soulmate situation,” Hange snickered while acing another strike at the bowling alley. Their name flashed on the screen and scored a high five with Erwin while Levi scowled at the two of them.

“It’s definitely not.”

“I dunno, it’s hard to believe you have a gorgeous woman like Petra on your arm and you refuse to sleep with her.” Erwin remained silent but Levi caught the worry in his eyes.

“I told you, we’re taking our time. As you like to remind me, I haven’t even had a girlfriend before. I just thought it’d be nice to date before we went straight to—“

“Fucking,” Erwin finished for him, a grin sliding up his jaw, and Levi kicked him in the shin while cutting him off.

“Marriage.”

Hange dropped the bowling ball in their hand, and the group beside them flinched as it rolled across the floor with no one in the present party eager to retrieve it. Levi crossed his arms, offended by his friend’s shocked faces, and scoffed.

“What?”

“I never thought I’d hear those words come out of Levi’s mouth,” Hange gaped. Levi turned to pick up the ball and threw it lazily back onto the machine while he picked up his.

“We’re soulmates.” The statement was matter-of-fact, and he fought down the goofy grin that always threatened to emerge when he said it out loud. “It’s only natural. But…I like dating. Sex makes things complicated.”

Erwin snorted. “That’s what someone who hasn’t had sex says. Come back to us when Petra’s popped your cherry and you won’t be feeling so complicated about sex anymore.”

“For the record, she’s a virgin too,” Levi said, but instantly regretted it as Hange raised intrigued eyebrows. “And that’s more than I should be saying. Keep it between us, okay? She acts all flirty, but she’s just as scared as me. We all know what they say about sex between soulmates.”

“Oh come on Levi, those are just tales to romanticize it. Of course, having sex with your soulmate is going to be mind-blowing. Worst case scenario, you have really good sex for a week. I don’t see what the downside is.”

Levi slumped his shoulders as he landed a perfect strike. “I don’t want to disappoint her. Then she’s stuck with me for the rest of our lives, having disappointing virgin sex.”

“Those two words are entirely in conflict with one another,” Erwin noted, picking up his ball and assessed the scoreboard. Levi was in the lead, as usual, but if he could throw him off for the next two sets, maybe he’d have a chance…

“Whatever,” Levi finished, sitting back down and sulked as he crossed his legs. “Let’s talk about how we’re going to crush Zeke Yeager in the next league.”

—

Petra adjusted the sash around his neck and trailed a hand down his chest. She paused at his heart, and Levi felt himself lean into her touch. The sunlight hit her ginger locks at just the right angle; glowing, vibrant, and he couldn’t stop himself from staring. A breeze fluttered through the alleyway where they stood, and he tried to savor the moment, not thinking about what was to come after.

Anticipation reverberated in the air, and Levi’s breath became labored as Petra made way for the car, tugging on his hand. A glittering smile touched the edges of her cheeks, her feet scurrying faster than he’d ever seen, and Levi knew they wouldn’t be going out to dinner tonight despite the reservations they made. While he knew Petra had no qualms about waiting until graduation, she had been gracefully patient with him. He hated himself a bit for his apprehension, and Levi wondered if it weren’t for the whole soulmate thing, that Petra would have chosen him. He was cantankerous, moody, and if it weren’t for the tightly wound leash he kept on his emotions, labile. Relationships weren’t all about sex, he knew this the moment they connected, but his reticence would make anyone doubt.

Soulmates fought and had issues just like any other couple, but the threads that bound them in this strange universe had a poetic inevitability about it. If he wasn’t such chicken shit, he would have brought it up with Petra, but he knew he was too afraid to hear it: I wouldn’t have chosen you. And yet, the same damn connection had him believing Petra with every heartfelt confession and gesture. Her, packing lunch for him because she knew he wouldn’t take a break from studying. Her, texting him good luck on an interview. Her, not being offended when he needed space during finals week.

Carefully, he set aside his graduation gown on the clothing rack and layered the sash and medal atop the robe. He hooked the cap on the side and wondered if it would fall at that angle, but he shook his head as he hung it up in Petra’s closet for safekeeping. Levi was a plain dresser—he liked nice things, but he kept his ensemble simple, and the navy polo and dress pants he wore suddenly felt too juvenile. What were people supposed to wear when they lost their virginity? Petra had called him a nerd, a fact he neither confirmed nor denied, but on paper, yes, Levi Ackerman was a fucking nerd. He was proud of it; nerds got degrees and well-paying jobs.

Petra knocked on the door, her voice airy, “Levi? You good? You didn’t fall into Narnia, did you?”

Levi chuckled under his breath. She was also nervous by the fast pace of her speech.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Closing her closet, Levi opened the bedroom door to find Petra stumbling in a completely different outfit than she was wearing before.

Ginger ears. Collar around the neck. Thigh-high stockings and heels, coupled with a bra with the shape of a cat cut out in the center, Levi wasn’t sure where to put his eyes first. Then there were the matching tail and wrist cuffs that completed the entire look.

She was trying to kill him.

“Fuck,” was Levi’s only word as he took in his girlfriend. He circled her and shut the door, and he could feel his eyes bulging from the sway of Petra’s hips.

A coy smile drew upon her lips. “You like it?”

“You’re so….fuck.” Levi didn’t know where to start. His clothes felt too hot and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her on the bed or for her to tell him what to do. Either way, Petra was about to pounce as she undid his polo button and slid a hand down the center of his torso.

“Are you nervous?”

He let out a long-held breath. “Yeah. Petra, you didn’t have to do,” he gestured up and down the length of her body, “all this for me. I would’ve been happy if we did things, er, normally.”

“You only lose your virginity once.” She winked. “Thought I’d make it special.”

The gleam in Petra’s eye barely made Levi notice she was backing him to the frame of the bed. His calves knocked against the frame and he gave a low whine as Petra pushed him onto the mattress. Plush blankets and pillows met his fall and Levi moaned when Petra dropped to her knees.

“Baby, you don’t—“

Petra giggled, “I’m just taking off your pants, relax.” But the image of Petra sucking him off already made Levi hard, and Petra noticed as she climbed on top and nuzzled herself into his neck. He smelled of cologne and paper, and Petra adored how his hands clung to the sheets of the bed.

“You can touch,” she encouraged, dipping her chest for him, the tips of her cat ears touching his cheeks. “I want you to take your time with me.”

Levi cursed under his breath, but he wasted no time in crashing his lips to hers. He voraciously grabbed her waist, then trailed eager hands up and down her body, memorizing each string that held her ensemble together. This was like his favorite fantasy come to life, no, this was better than it. Petra was perfect, his fucking soulmate, and all at once, Levi felt that familiar shudder come over him. Moaning through Petra’s lips, their tongues dancing and curving long each other’s mouths, Petra paused to check-in.

“You okay?”

Shaking his head, Levi chuckled from the darkened gaze in Petra’s eyes. “Uh, yeah. Just nerves,” he replied sheepishly, and Petra shrugged while she made work of his shirt.

She hummed as she took in his toned body and counted his abs as she normally did.

“They haven’t gone anywhere,” he dryly remarked and Petra rolled her eyes while kissing his chest. “My guy is fit, I get to admire it anyway I want.”

Levi laughed. Fair enough. The strain in his pants grew, and as Petra situated herself over him, her tail swishing behind her and occasionally brushing his legs, they both gasped when Levi cupped her breast.

“Oh,” she moaned, begging him to keep going. He’d felt her up before, but this time, the wetness between her legs would serve a purpose. Emboldened, Levi pulled down the elastic of the bra and suckled along with the round of her tits. He buried his face between them, wanting to get lost in their fullness while he played with her nipples. Flicking and pulling, Petra let out a wild cry as a jolt went through her body, and before she could stop herself, she shoved Levi’s hand down her panties.

He cried her name while she begged for him to touch her.

“Right there,” she ordered as his fingers curled on her clit. One hand on a breast, the other drenched in her pussy, Levi watched as Petra panted and rode his hand. He moved with expertise, his thumb sliding a line up her center, only to be brought back down and swirling through her folds. Petra was bright red, her mouth gaping and begging for him to go faster, and the collar around her neck jingled as she bounced further.

It was like she could read his mind, the way she knew to grab him right before he went too far, and how a fist in his hair sent him reeling while he trailed a searing kiss down her neck. The moan that escaped her lips heightened his desire, her pants his favorite melody, and he knew, right then and there, he never wanted to leave her.

Another surge of energy flew between them and Petra leaned back as if electrocuted. Both of their gazes hungered, a beautiful storm of sexual desire brewing between them, and all predilections of trepidation escaped them. Even though there was the whole sex bit, Levi finally understood the carnal need to be closer to Petra. It wasn’t just about fucking, it was the overwhelming urge to be wrapped in her forever. To claim her as his, and vice versa.

She crawled to him, this time on all fours while reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Hey, I love you.”

They had whispered it dozens of times after their first date. Another side effect of the soulmate equation, they both knew they were being honest, and the words came naturally to Levi’s lips. It wasn’t during their kisses nor some grand romantic gesture. They were sitting on the couch, her arms draped over his lap, and watching an animal documentary. He rubbed her feet, aimless circles, and enjoyed digging his thumb into each sore plane of her foot.

Petra said it first.

Monkeys were screeching in the background and then it flashed to a jaguar about to pounce. Levi thought it was a trick of the narrator at first, but when he turned to her, a warm smile on his face, the only thing he could say in return was, “Yeah. Me too.”

He echoed those words again and a lazy grin donned Petra’s lips. She beckoned him closer to the pillows, their hearts beating in time, and she laid back, looping her arms around his neck.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded, but Levi didn’t need an invitation. Slowly, they tasted each other. Already hard, Levi made sure she knew how fucking beautiful he found her, rubbing the length of his cock against her stomach. Petra whined and touched him over the boxers, first feeling his heat, then pulling down his waistband.

“Can you keep this on?” Levi asked, his gaze returning to her exposed breasts and the cat keyhole cut out.

“Of course,” Petra giggled, biting his earlobe. “I wore it for you.”

Another groan tore through Levi and he wasted no time grinding on her. Petra keened, her little moans bolstering him forward as she rocked in time to his rhythm, the hardness of his cock against her pale soft skin. She moved her thong to the side, granting him entrance to her slit. A low rumble emitted from Levi’s throat as he observed her arousal, slick and shiny, all for him.

Fumbling, he went to kiss her once more while kneading her tits again. It had to be perfect. Make sure she feels good. She deserved better—

“Levi,” Petra sighed, a mixture of anticipation and annoyance. “Don’t overthink it. Just push.”

Like two magnets, they drew each other in perfectly. A mutual oh passed between them, and they waited for a few moments to take it in. Neither moved, but their eyes were locked while fascination took over.

“You feel amazing,” Petra breathed, clutching his hands. Levi’s cock twitched at the praise.

He grinned. “Thanks.” A laugh passed between them.

“Should I move now?” Levi asked, giving an experimental thrust of his hips and a wave of pleasure shook them both.

“More,” Petra gasped, meeting his rhythm. It was instinctual, this joining, and Petra wrapped her legs around Levi’s waist, taking him fully. Levi let out a guttural moan, not being able to fathom being so tightly wrapped inside Petra, but he knew his soulmate wanted more.

Rush after rush of euphoria engulfed their senses, and Levi saw little black dots every time he looked to the white ceiling. It was too much and not enough, and before he could help himself when skin slapped against skin when he just knew it would bruise her, Levi dug his nails into the soft skin of Petra’s ass.

“Mine,” he growled, pumping harder, enjoying the jingle of her collar. Petra’s eyes were closed, too lost in ecstasy as he could feel her growing closer. She clenched herself around his dick, her wails begging him to keep going, and with a final thrust, she came.

An animalistic cry erupted from Levi when she orgasmed, and as she ascended, so did he. There was only one word, one name that reverberated in his soul: Petra. Petra. Petra.

Suddenly, it all made sense. They lied side by side, spent, gasping, covered in sweat, and neither wanted to move. Time stopped and Levi wanted to spend forever, right here.

“Wow,” Petra giggled, resting on his chest. “You know what’s crazy?” she asked, kissing his chin.

“Mm?”

“I wanna go again.”

Tugging on her cat ears, Levi traced the line of her lips. “Not crazy at all,” he chuckled. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

#rivetra #rivetra fanfiction #levi x petra #my fics

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monstersdownthepath · 3 years ago

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Monster Spotlight: Qolok

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CR 16

Neutral Evil Large Outsider

Bestiary 5, pg. 217

See, this creature here is why I hesitated to actually review the Sahkil as a species for the longest time. The Qolok, representing the fear of lack and starvation, as well as the fear of being eaten alive, is so grotesque and nasty-looking that I am 100% sure, without a doubt, that tumblr’s censorbots would (ironically) eat the post alive and no amount of tagging would suffice before the thing’s appearance disgusted someone enough to unfollow. There’s also the fact that the book’s design includes to extremely prominent, sagging breasts complete with nipples over a yonic mouth dripping with a thick white, frothy spittle which all adds up to there being no world in which I could safely show the image. It’s horrible in-universe as well, the Qolok’s Look of Fear causing mindless panic for a full 1d6 rounds! You have the page number, you can look if you’d like; there’s even an extremely high-quality version of it online if you just google “Pathfinder Qolok Sahkil!”

Does all of that mean I’m just going to skip over it, though? Absolutely not! Just enjoy the art of MonstersofClay and their etsy in the pic source link. A distressing Pac-Man is more or less the vibe of what a Qolok is, anyway. Also, annoyingly, this piece appears as in-stock until you actually click on the listing and see it’s unavailable. Dammit!

Anyway, as mentioned, Qolok represent the fear of lack. Its description in the book is barely a sentence long, much to my frustration, but its design and spell-likes are obviously meant to invoke a fear of starvation and the primal fear of being eaten alive. Said to “encourage mortals to overindulge when possible,” Qolok can cast Suggestion at will to encourage victims to indulge in self-destructive behavior and bouts of ruinous gluttony. In combat, a single Suggestion can keep a dangerous party member at bay for a few crucial seconds... but it also has Mass Suggestion 3/day to halt the actions of a whole party as it closes in with its ravenous bulk.

One of the most physically adept of all Sahkil, Qolok can make upwards to six attacks each round: two slams (1d8+9), two claws (1d6+9), a bite (1d8+9), and finally a slap with its lengthy tongue, its most damaging attack by far at 2d8+9. Its bite only has a reach of 5ft compared to the 10ft of its flailing limbs, but its tongue rubberbands outward 15ft to Grab targets it impacts. Any creature that spends a round in the loathsome embrace of a Qolok’s tongue can be swallowed whole into its nightmarish bulk, where the REAL damage happens. Anyone swallowed by a Qolok takes 16d6 bludgeoning damage and becomes automatically frightened by the experience.

As they don’t need to eat, Qolok consume victims purely to hurt and scare them, and if 16d6 damage isn’t enough, Instill Phobia cheats the system for any creature that manages to survive the horror’s stomach. The DM selects a commonplace person, place, or thing the swallowed character encountered in the last 24 hours that they become unreasonably terrified of as illusions and horrors within the Qolok’s stomach assault their psyche and instill fear where there was none before. While normally just as likely to regurgitate a traumatized victim as kill them, a Qolok in combat will swallow as many creatures as it can hold to get them out of its way.

Once its gut is loaded with half the party, the Qolok can rip apart the remaining adventurers with its natural attacks... or blast them with its 3/day Disintegrate, 36d6 Force damage useful for removing obstacles and people (who can also sometimes be obstacles) alike. The most insidious trick the Qolok has in its repertoire also lurks in its 1/day spell-likes: Plane Shift. While not especially dangerous on its own except as an escape tool, recall that Qolok can swallow people whole. Depending on how your DM rules how teleportation spells work if you’re inside something’s stomach, this could spell death for the party member(s) captured by the Sahkil as they’re transported to planes they have no hope of surviving in. Able to Skip Between to avoid the consequences of the Plane of Fire or the Negative Energy Plane, a Qolok can easily cause a sense of lack in the party as they suddenly find themselves without one or two of their members.

Or you could go the slightly more (less) merciful route and have them brought to Xibalba, where the remaining players are now forced to go to launch a rescue mission!

You can read more about them here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 16 to 20 #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

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madswritingvoid · 4 years ago

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend.

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax.

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach.

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,” booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

#max phillips x you #max phillips x y/n #max phillips x reader #max phillips #bloodsucking bastards #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines

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djmarinizelablog · 3 years ago

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Hello! It's me again, your fellow Katipunera. Thank you so much for actually doing a short of my request and omg tibak Hange is just so fitting! 🥺 I hope you actually turn it into a full-length fic eventually, I can just imagine Hange teaching Levi different constellations as they stargaze at the PAG-ASA observatory lol. Again, many thanks and stay safe always! 🌻

Felt some sort of motivation to continue this fic, and since it's @levihanweek, I wanted to write something in a college setting, so here we go:

Day 1: School

(Read the first part here.)

He doesn’t know when it all started, how it happened. Hange draws him towards her by inviting him to more of these gatherings. The non-rallies. The post- or pre-processing for the protests. It’s informational, she says, something that classes could never teach them. And all he can do is listen and follow along.

They reserve a room on campus, one hidden from plain view, and Hange stands there in front in her plain black tee and baggy jeans, her flip flops a signature element to her outfit. A small crowd has gathered beforehand, waiting for what she has to say. Going up the small platform in the room, she balls her right hand into a fist in front of her audience, raises it up high, and begins her talk.

“The March for Science is a protest on behalf of the scientific and the marginalized community,” she says, reminding everyone that “no farmers, no food,” and “just the facts, bitches.” She elicits a few giggles from the younger audience, and that’s how Levi knows Hange’s got them hooked.

The people are intrigued by her speech, and there is a certain curiosity in their eyes with the way they burn bright. For Levi, politics was always something he didn't dare venture into and would rather leave things to his uncle who had a seat in the government. He wonders if there really is something worth fighting for in these kinds of issues. If there’s something worth standing up for. Or if it’s merely just Hange being Hange that sparks the interest of people.

When the meeting is over, he’s about to head for the exit, but Hange comes up to him. “What do you think?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Could go a little bit softer with the dissent, but shit, you do you.”

Hange laughs, thinks it’s a joke. It’s only the two of them left in the room now. She puts her hands in her pockets. “Wanna have lunch with me?”

“Why?”

"I just feel like having some company right now. Besides, it’s National Resilience Day."

"I don't give a shit about the date," he says, making a mental note to remember that it is, indeed, National Resilience Day. He really doesn’t know how Hange has an inkling to know these kinds of obscure events. In the silence, his stomach betrays him with a gurgling sound, much to Hange’s amusement. “I guess I don’t mind grabbing something to eat.”

Truth be told he doesn’t like eating at the public cafeteria. It’s too open, too messy, and the busboys who collect the empty plates from the tables are terrible when it comes to waiting—last time he stayed there, Levi was still finishing up his meal when someone swiped his plate from him. Now he’d rather dine elsewhere. Perhaps in fancier restaurants that he can somehow afford with the weekly allowance that his uncle provides him.

But Hange doesn’t take him there.

She takes it a notch above his expectations when she brings him to the public food carts where vendors are selling street food of all kinds. Levi can hear the sizzling of fish balls getting deep-fried in a wok, the crackling of hot oil, the clinking of coins being exchanged in transaction. One of the vendors is basting the meat sticks in sweet sauce, flipping the skewers once in a while, the smell of barbeque wafting through the air.

“I go here ‘cause it’s cheap and it helps the small business owners,” Hange explains as she orders them the so-called combo meals. He offers to pay nevertheless, but Hange dismisses it, saying it’s her treat—for tagging him along to these talks. She continues to explain the plight of the vendors: “Some days they need assistance, so they allow students to take over the stalls and sell their food on behalf of them for a day or two.”

“What kind of students would do that? It’s disgusting to be under the heat of the sun all day.” He blurts out without really thinking, but thankfully, Hange’s not the slightest offended.

In fact, she seems to understand where he’s coming from. “One day, maybe you’ll see.”

When their meals are ready, Hange shoves one of the plates into his hands. He frowns. “You don’t eat cheese sticks?” she asks him.

“Never tried.”

“Oh, boy.” Hange smirks at him. “This will change your life.”

Instead of heading to the cafeteria, she proposes to take him someplace else. They’re sitting cross-legged on a bench in front of the academic oval, watching people run across the grassy field. Hange waves a hand at someone and Levi recognizes Moblit from their other class. He has never really done this before, just watching, observing from a distance. Except when he’s with her.

Hange takes another piece of cheese stick from the paper plate of instant stir-fry noodles. They’re running out of fish balls on the side. He likes what he’s had so far, even the sauce that goes along with their meals.

"So what are you taking?" Hange asks him while munching on her food.

He twirls his fork on the plate so he can scoop the remaining noodles. "Communications." Hange guffaws, and he’s offended. "What's so funny?"

Hange tries to compose herself and proceeds to dip her cheese stick into the honey mustard. "No, it's just that… for someone who's so awfully high-strung and silent and, uh, non politically-involved, you don't strike me as the type of person who would be… communicative."

Her conclusion does make sense. Most students studying Communication are lively, energetic, and talkative. Needless to say, he’s none of those.

"I don't imagine myself to be a reporter. I imagine myself writing articles for print. Editing. Proofreading. Stuff like that."

"I see.” She stares into the sunset, and Levi does the same. There are trees all around them, the honking of cars on the main road, the clamor of barkers and passengers alighting the public vehicles, the nuances of their campus life.

Somehow, it makes him feel safe.

Hange proceeds to tell him about how she likes to stargaze at night, because the constellations are so much clearer from this point of view in their university field. He has an inkling that it’s her way of inviting him to stargaze with him some other time. He already likes the idea a lot, but he feels like he still wants to get to know her even better.

“Why are you into all of this?” he can’t help but ask her. “What makes you think your anger can solve the nation's problems?”

It’s a very loaded question, one that really makes Hange think. She doesn’t speak for a while and proceeds to finish her food. He allows her the silence between them. Maybe he should have been a little bit nicer. A little less aggressive.

"Our very own Father President refuses to put medical science before politics. Everyone should be a supporter of science, you know? We all should listen to the scientists."

He scoffs. “Easy for you to say. It’s hard to believe what’s true and what isn’t nowadays.”

Their plates are now empty, and Levi takes hers so he can throw it in the nearest trash can. When he comes back, he sits beside her once again, this time, closer.

"I care about science and evidence-based policies, not the nonsense that politicians say,” Hange tells him while staring at the sunset. After a few seconds of silence, she faces him. “What about you?"

Levi finds the strength to hold her gaze. "I care about the untarnished truth."

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