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ell6ied · 2 days ago

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blue lock men as love island contestants

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pairings: (separate) sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rensuke kunigami, oliver aiku, ryusei shidou x f!reader

sae itoshi

i’m so undecided about this man. i feel like he could be either a lover boy or a heartbreaker.

like i can see him either coupling up and not even batting an eyelash for a bombshell, or he’s literally getting to know every single bombshell, keeping you constantly on your toes.

either way, i can see twitter going crazy once he enters the villa, love island producers knew what they was doing putting the itoshi siblings in the same villa.

it’s definitely one sided beef though, he doesn’t entertain his brothers side comments about him during challenges and even tries giving him girl advice on occasions 😭

is so unbothered by the challenges, especially the twitter one. this man couldn’t care less about what the public had to say about him or his girl.

he always makes sure to be so half assed about them too, never putting in full effort because he thinks they’re ridiculous.

i can imagine him telling you to stop embarrassing yourself on tv for a silly challenge.

after his clip plays on movie night, he’s genuinely confused why you’re mad about it since it happened 2 weeks ago.

you can’t tell whether he’s being manipulative or oblivious.

i feel like he’d also be that one boy telling the rest of them that if they’re not exclusive they shouldn’t hold back on getting to know the other girls, ESPECIALLY during casa.

doesn’t understand why you think it’s a big deal that he said that since he was still being loyal to you. twitter keeps calling him a red flag.

despite everything though, i feel like he’d also be the guy to have your back in any argument you have, but making sure to correct you where you went wrong in private.

rin itoshi

idc what ANYONE says this man is a lover boy.

he locks in with one girl (you) and stays loyal the whole show even with you having ups and downs, you both always make it through and the public just love you both.

i feel like he’d be the first bombshell to enter the villa and the girls are ALL OVER HIM. like when miguel entered the villa on love island usa and the girls just kept pulling him away 😭

he gets so mad when he sees his brother walk in as a bombshell a week or so later, definitely causes sm drama to the point the public are divided 50/50 about who’s side they’re on.

literally so competitive in challenges and games, especially couple ones.

he’s always stressing at you to pick up the pace so that you both can win, which gets him clowned on twitter.

you both end up winning though.

lowkey gets into beef with the boys on movie night since his clip just showed him talking shit about them all 😭

he def hated casa amor too, refusing to kiss the girls for the challenges, causing the main villa to win the points. also sleeps outside on the day beds, looking at pictures of you on his phone.

yoichi isagi

obviously an og. i feel like he’s also the type to find you early on and settle. though, i can see him still getting to know the bombshells, he just thinks they don’t compare to you in the slightest.

is the maid and chef of the villa. always the one to clean up after people. he’s also the first boy to make breakfast and coffee for his couple.

overall, he’s very sweet to all the islanders, he’s like the main boy all the girls come to for advice and a shoulder to cry on when their couple has done them dirty.

however! we know how this man can be and when he gets jealous omg, the villa absolutely kicks off.

i feel like everyone watching got so surprised when they saw him turn into this territorial guard dog over you when a new boy tried kissing you.

so yeah, all the bombshells kinda left you alone after that, which he was definitely pleased about.

lowkey gets rinsed in the twitter challenge and genuinely doesn’t understand the publics beef with him.

“i don’t even get that jealous.”, the rest of the islanders just keep quiet.

i feel like during casa he wouldn’t be completely innocent but he wouldn’t do anything bad enough to cause you to break up with him, just him having little flirty chats which definitely get shown at movie night.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, especially the couple ones, like your both notorious for being last place each time.

meguru bachira

this man would be so sweet and cheery, definitely the comedic relief of the group. i feel like he’d be on the og lineup.

but i can see him being an accidental heartbreaker, like he’s in a couple and during casa amor there’s this one girl who shows him so much attention and he’s missing you so much so he shares a bed with her and gives her a kiss outside a challenge 🫣

i feel like it’d get exposed during movie night or during the casa recoupling when he comes back alone and one of the girls expose him.

surprisingly brings everyone watching to tears when he’s apologising, begging on his knees for you to forgive him.

definitely becomes a huge thing on tiktok and twitter like kordell and serena after casa.

eventually he makes it up to you, and the public seem to love you both even more, landing him in the final 4.

seishiro nagi

he’s such a sweetheart but i can see him being a bit of a slow burner. i feel like he’d struggle opening up and showing affection to the girls which cause them to fall back on him.

like if you want him you’d definitely have to play the long game, but i don’t think he’d entertain anyone else so i guess there’s some benefit.

when the both of you were a new couple the public definitely made so many comments thinking he was so uninterested in you until they see the unseen bits and see how much more affectionate and loving he is with you.

i feel like that would also be what’s highlighted during movie night, like a conversation with isagi where he’s telling him he’s not sure if he feels a connection with you yet. you can tell it was when you was both just getting to know each other but he doesn’t escape the foul side eye you give him.

during casa i feel like he’d talk to the girls so condescendingly 😭

like, production make him join the conversations with the girls and he says the most backhanded things to them, causing isagi to snicker at him while the girls just look all confused.

hates challenges so much. he tries a bit harder for the couple ones but you always end up getting second to last place.

“at least i’m not as bad as isagi.”, he’ll say when you roll your eyes at him after he miserably failed yet another challenge .

renuske kunigami

oh everyone would love this man.

i feel like he’d struggle finding a connection at first until he’s at risk of being dumped and then you, a bombshell walks in and just completely clicks with him.

such a romantic type, i feel like the islanders would let you and him get the chance to go to the hideaway first.

even after going to the hideaway, he remains so respectful, even though his mind is going crazy with the lingerie you wore for him.

is also weirdly good at challenges. seems to know who all the questions are about, even if it’s a guess.

during movie night he just sits there munching on his popcorn, watching the boys get exposed while he knows he’s one of the only boys getting a peaceful night in his couple.

this man also despised casa. it’s the only thing him and rin really bonded over. he was also sleeping on the day beds but i feel like he’d kiss in challenges if he hadn’t made you his girlfriend before casa.

probably the only man to not have any arguments or problems with his couple.

oliver aiku

this man is either hated or loved by the public.

can’t find a genuine connection for the life of him. he definitely comes in as a bombshell, and steals someone from their couple, then just keeps getting his head turned by every single bombshell that enters the villa 😭

he genuinely can’t help himself

always says, “i can’t put all my eggs in one basket.” or “do you wanna go for a chat?”

gets nervous when any of the boys talk to one of the many girls he’s pursuing.

i feel like at first people would have zero idea this man is a player, but then eventually the public just start getting sick of him, chanting on twitter to get him out next.

the boys take him as inspiration on what NOT to do.

he’s also incredibly shit at challenges, always gets them wrong and dreads every time a text comes through on someone’s phone, praying it isn’t a challenge.

ryusei shidou

he’s always getting into trouble with production, i feel like he’d end up getting kicked out after maximum a week for prohibited behaviour.

definitely gossips with the girls telling them what their couples have been saying behind their back, like this man is MESSY. i can imagine him saying like, “oh, yeah he’s definitely into the new girl, he was telling the boys how she’s his type on the outside.”

the boys absolutely despise him for this 💀 ESPECIALLY OLIVER.

gets awarded messiest islander in the awards ceremony night.

speaking of, i feel like he’d LIVE for the challenges, especially movie night or the twitter game. he wouldn’t even hold back on who he thought the tweets were about, which would cause drama after the challenge 🫢

in terms of coupling up, i think he will just go for whoever wants him, he doesn’t seem too picky. but once he gets attention from multiple girls his head is definitely turning and he wouldn’t care about how you felt.

gets absolutely rinsed on social media once he gets back home.

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siri-ike · 2 days ago

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(I put the painting at the bottom so you have to read if you want to see it)

Some encouraging comments, reblogs, and the occasional fanart. Danny's notifications were predictable and comforting. People really appreciated his work, and he loved to see it. The fanart was usually posted publicly, though, and so he rebloged them ofcorse.

But, what's the right reaction when someone d.m.s you a picture of an intricate and very personal looking portrait of a boy who looks a lot like you, in black and white on one side and red and ghostly green shrouded in darkness on the other?

The two separate mediums were incredibly impressive, but was this a threat? Did someone find out who he was? And find out about Phantom?? Well, Danny is no coward, so he replied.

What kind of Addams Family shinaniganary is this?

TheBloodSon was apparently 15 years old, same as Danny, so why is he responding to him in poetic cuplets? Poems, mind you, that also kind of sound like threats. Yet endearing at the same time. They had the general vibe of "if I can't have you, no one can."

And Danny's not falling for that a third time.

● ● ●

Anyway.

Danny fell for that a third time.

TheBloodSon 's real name was Damian. He didn't wanna reveal a last name, and surprisingly, he didn't wanna know Danny's either. Something about not wanting an oricle to find him. Not that it would matter since Danny didn't have a legal identity anyway.

It went on that way for months, until one day.

Sent 18:47

TheBloodSon: I am skilled in bloodshed, but know less of emotion. With great caution, i tread, to confess my devotion.

In one week's time, a ball is planned. Will you attend? Holding my hand?

Read 18:53

Danny didn't know how to react. This was such a big leap. Sure, they knew eachothers interests, hobbies, talents, and how anoying echothers families were. But meeting in person? At an event of some sort? From what he'd heard/read, Damiens family regularly went to big rich people parties. With fancy clothes, and got ambushed by reporters and/or costumed villains. Usually both. Should he bring a thermos? Does he know about Phantom?

Sent 16:14

AstroBoi13: Which ball? My uncle might be going.

TheBloodSon: The Wayne charity gala. Anyone who makes a donation can go, but you don't have to if you are my guest.

AstroBoi13: it's not that I don't trust you or anything, but I think I'd rather have someone I already know and a way to get back home.

TheBloodSon: Understood, I look forward to seeing you.

18:18

AstroBoi13: I talked to him, we'll be there.

TheBloodSon: Exelent, your presence will be dually noted.

Read 18:20

Damian would be shaking with excitement, were he not highly trained to control such urges. But there was something more to it this time. More than an urge to flap his arms about, more than wanting to run a few laps. He wanted to... tell someone? That can't be right.

Damian could resist the first day. Five more, and he'd be golden. On the second day, however, the urge got stronger. Usually, he could just smother it, and it went away. But it wasn't going away.

He didn't even want to brag or rub it in someone's face. It was a different need. He wanted someone to be exited with him. The thought of Grayson congratulating him on making a normal friend, followed, of course, by far too much touching. He pictured Stephanie "hyping him up," as she says, and it tied his stomach in the best way. He imagined how all his "family members" would react. Multiple outcomes for each of course. And by far, the most consistent was Cassandra. So that's who he could tell if it came to that.

On the third day, he started to falter. And in a house full of detectives, the slightest hint is enough. He was aware of this and had acted accordingly. Unfortunately, he had once again underestimated the butler.

On the fifth day, Pennyworth caught him pacing in the library and moving his hands in a fanning motion. He had thought, maybe allowing himself this would help him stay quiet. But he still wanted so badly to divulge.

"Master Damian, are you alright?"

Damian stopped abruptly. He pretends as though he hadn't just been displaying the most obvious signs of secrecy. The league taught him better than this.

"I, am, great." Oh, good job, that was very convincing.

Pennyworth, of course, did not fall for this.

"If something is on your mind, I will gladly lend an ear. And if not, might I suggest pacing in front of the bookshelves instead, so the wind might clear the dust." He retorted with his usual, frivolous jokes.

"My affairs are none of your concern."

"Then perhaps you may speak aloud to the library while I clean."

Pennyworth's notions on "telling people how you feel" were as pointless as all his opinions. Had it rubbed off on him? Is he the reason Damian feels this need to talk about Danny. So much that the idea of telling someone made his heart flutter and his breath quicken.

Damian turned his head toward the butler. Paying close attention to his body language while keeping his own face out of view. "You must promise not to tell anyone."

Alfred just kept dusting the bookshelves, never even looking at Damian. "I give you my word. Anything you say stays between us." He placed his hand on his chest, but he still didn't look Damians way.

Pennyworth has no history of being deceitful. At least not towards them.

"I, I invited someone to the galla on Thursday... We have not met before." Confessing felt good, like he'd been holding up a large weight, and now he was finally relaxing his arms. He could feel a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And I find myself concerned whether he will like me in person. Or if he will even show up." Where did that come from? Of course, he'll show up. Why wouldn't he?

Damian sat down on one of the couches. "He didn't want to go as my guest. He said he would ask his uncle to take him, but what if he was lying. What if he just doesn't want to see me. What if I already scared him off?" That was it, not just a weight. A giant lead ball just got removed from his stomach.

Alfred stopped cleaning. "This boy, is he your age?"

"Yes, he's fourteen." Damian leaned his arms on his knees.

"How do you know each other?" He turned his head towards Damian.

Damian avoided eyecontact. "We send messages over the internet."

"For how long?" He put down his duster and stepped closer.

"Seven months." He's going to be in trouble for sure. Inviting a stranger to the manor? What was he thinking?

Alfred was only a few feet away. "In these seven months, has he shown to be the kind of person who would stand you up?"

Damian thought for a moment. "No." Guilt, remorse, how could he think so little of his friend? Damian felt Alfred's hand on his back and, for once, didn't fight it.

"If he shows up, you'll get to meet each other in person. If he doesn't, then it'll be just another gala. You've survived those before." He assured with his typical dramatics.

On the sixth day, four hours before the early guests would start to arrive, Damian was at the tailor getting his suit (he got it adjusted every other week due to his current growth rate). Jebadiah "Bread" Carlson was nice to spend time with. He was always calm and rather monotone. Damian found comfort in his demeanor. Sometimes, he would stay there longer than he needed, and he'd even learned how to properly mend a stabwound on multiple materials. Mother would surely not approve. This was one of those days. He came up with excuses to stay longer like he always did, and Bread talked about his granddaughters' first steps, stitching techniques, and the camps. He was soothing to listen to. Before Damian knew it, three and a half hours had passed, and Jayson was there to pick him up.

18:18

AstroBoi13: I talked to him, we'll be there

TheBloodSon: Exelent, your presence will be dually noted.

Read 18:20

This is fine.

The fruit loop didn't even ask for much. Which was super out of character. He's definitely planning something. But it'll be fine.

Day one went... by, for Danny. His hands clamed up so much that he lost count of how often he washed them. His stomach felt queezy. Not in a sick kind of way, more like, ate too many boiled eggs kind of way, but slightly to the left of that, ya'know?

Unfortunately, he, Dani, and Dan (long story) got stuck in the triassic period along with Ember, Young Blood, and Box Ghost (longer story) for nine full months. The eyeballs wanted to send him home nine months later than he'd disappeared but there was absolutely no way he was skipping all the way to the start of a semester right after not only finishing one but also forgetting everything he'd learned in school. The thing is, Danny's human form had aged by nine months. His ghost form, on the other hand, was exactly the same as it had always been. So Clockwork was able to convince the council, through witchcraft or something, to let him go back to the right time period as long as he stays in his ghost form until his peers are the same age as he is.

OK, great. He can do that. As long as his parents don't go ghost hunting or turn on the ghost shields or he gets knocked out or sleep freezes something or a dozen other things that could happen. He'll deal with it when something inevitably goes wrong.

Somehow, his parents bought the "bleached hair" excuse and didn't even notice his eyes. Jazz helped, of course, but the real challenge came knocking at their door 4 days later in the form of Vlad calling about his suit preferences. That was when panic set in. They were leaving now. Staying the night at a hotel in Gotham because the gala is at 15:00 and according to Vlad, etiquette states they have to come an hour or two early since he was invited by one of the hosts. What do you mean one of the hosts? Damian invited him.

Well, apparently, Damian wasn't just a rich kid. He was the rich kid. Damian Wayne Al-Ghul, all the articles Danny had frantically looked up during the private jet trip seemed to agree that he was either a spoiled short fused brat with a soft spot for animals, or a dead faced con artist who was only taking advantage of Bruce Wayne's tendency to keep every child that crossed his path. The second category also seemed to sing the same song about Cassandra Wayne and Duke Thomas Wayne. Danny just assumed those were the racist tabloids and wrote them off. Especially after seeing a clip of Bruce Wayne puncing one of their "reporters".

Danny then reread all their messages. How he had presented himself mattered, a lot, more than how magazines saw him. After all, Danny knows what it's like to be misrepresented by the media.

Their hotel room was as fancy as he expected. Infact "room" was an understatement. It was a spacious living room with two bedrooms connected to it. Danny's temporary hotel bedroom was bigger than his permanent bedroom at home. Not as big as his, Dani's, or Dan's (he's like 11 now, seriously long story) rooms at Vlads mansion. And deffinetly not like their rooms at the Cheese Castle. But still ridiculously hoighty. All for the low price of pretending to be Vlads son in front of some rich people.

It was kind of nice sharing a room with the other two. Even back home, he never really had to share his bedroom for non emergency reasons. And in these forms (Dani also had to stay ghost and Dan didn't have a human form), they looked more like Vlads kids than His parents'.

10:02

TheBloodSon: At what time will you be here?

AstroBoi13: my uncle wants to bring us by at 2 30 or 2

TheBloodSon: You and who else?

AstroBoi13: Dani and Dan they are 13 and 11 but they can do theyr own thing

TheBloodSon: Are they your siblings or your cousins?

AstroBoi13: kind of

TheBloodSon: perhaps that will be better discussed in person.

Read 10:12

Damian hated greeting the guests, but this time, he didn't complain. It no longer mattered if Father became suspicious because soon he would ask to leave his side. One by one, people arrived. He stared down every limousine that entered their courtyard, and each one disappointed. At 14:36, he wondered if he might have missed their arrival. He was pretty sure Danny was actually Daniel Fenton from Amity Park, son of the Doctors Jack and Madeleine Fenton, and that the "uncle" He had mentioned was Vladius Masters. He couldn't find anything on Dani and Dan, but he had chalked that up to lack of time. Just then, Damian recognized the limo driving in. Anthony and his parents are here.

"Father, may I be excused, I have matters to attend."

"What kind of matters?" Father looked over to the limo approaching and cought on. "Right, I see."

Damian went back in, but rather than staying in the ballroom, where he would eventually be ambushed by Anthony and forced to waste hours hearing about the latest prank videos and "seacret gaming rooms," he went all the way to Father's office before he pulled out his phone.

14:41

TheBloodSon: Where are you?

AstroBoi13: were almost ther Dan threw a tantrum and it slowed us down a bit two minuts promise

TheBloodSon: When you get here, don't go into the ballroom. I'll sneak you away.

AstroBoi13: ??

TheBloodSon: There's an anoying classmate there. I would prefer to avoid him.

Read 14:48

14:59

AstroBoi13: at the gates now

TheBloodSon: Copy

Read 14:59

At 15:03, Damian made it to the front door, just in time to see a very tall, very pale man walk in, followed by a small boy with blueish white hair and sickly white skin, after him was a slightly taller girl, who also had white hair, still pale but not as much as the boy, and behind her was Danny Phantom, guardian of Amity Park, the second biggest city in Illinois. There was no mistaking it. That was the ghost boy Damian had read about in father's files.

Damian cought Bruce's expression from outside. Signaling him to talk to these people, or at least keep an eye on them.

"Ahem." Damian cought their attention. "I am Damian Wayne Al-Ghul, I don't believe we've met."

"Ooh, I'm Danny." Danny said. "Vl, father, may I go with Damian for a while. I'll be back in half an hour to greet your friends." He addressed the tall man. From this close, he looked like he could be two meters tall. Almost as tall as Bane.

"Don't bother, Eleanor won't be here until 4:20," Damian had heard that number be referred to as humorous, but endless research could not explain why. "Just come back some time after that."

"Looks like we got an hour and a half." Danny started in the direction Damian had come from. "Do I get to see your other paintings?"

Little Artist

So I saw this

and had an idea for Danny X Damian. Where Danny likes making various stories he publishes online. Everyone said he needed a hobby and he can’t be an astronount (or join a sport since it would be more suspicious if he left in the middle of a game or practice for a ghost attack) and Ghost Writer got him to try writing, saying it’s relaxing. And honestly? It was. Danny enjoyed making stories. Sometimes he would just type what crazy thing happened to him that day while tweaking names and a few details to not give away his identity. Sometimes he made fanfiction of some stories he liked. And sometimes he tested out making original stories, taking and first hand knowledge from various ghosts and cultures to make his writing more authentic. And after much encouragement from Jazz, he posted some of his work online.

Cue Damian coming across one of his brother’s laptops. He didn’t mean to look for long but he thought the file was for a case and wanted to know more about it. ….then he got invested.

There was an author on this sight who wrote amazing stories. The emotions captured were so vivid, and he even fact checked a few historical facts and languages used. Everything from the dialogue, to the accent, and culture. Each new story completely enraptured him.

It made his fingers twitch for a piece of paper. Some paint, perhaps charcoal?

Damian started putting heavy encryption on his computer and search history. And locked his art room up. Then came a story that truly resonated with him. An original work about a boy from a different place, trying to fit into his new reality and the new rules and expectations placed on him…worried if his family would accept him. It sounded so much like when Damian first came to Wayne Manor. And it sparked his inspiration. He spent days working on his newest piece. Trying different angles and lighting, mixing colors. It looked like a collage between charcoal and watercolor, showing someone leaving a world of darkness into the light, yet this new world was unstable and strange compared to the rigid structure of his old one. When it was finally done, Damian felt like he was both looking at himself and a stranger. The character from the story brought to life.

It felt both freeing and settling, like he finally had a name for what he had been feeling. AstroBoi13’s fics always had that affect on him.

And for the first time, Damian did something he thought he’d never do. He snapped a picture of his masterpiece and sent it to the author. Quickly so he didn’t lose his nerve.

It was fine. It’s just one picture. It’s not like this would be a repeat occurrence.

#danny phantom #damian wayne #dc robin #robin #danny fenton #fluff #holly crap this is long #time for someone else to continue it #i expect the next person to also do a full painting + meandering story #or just explain wtf is up with dan

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circe69 · 3 hours ago

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your first mission with simon ghost riley didn't go very well.

cw: smutty, ghosts a brat

the cell door you had been working to override had slammed in ghost's face, and at his attempt to open it, you could hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"fuckin' hell."

"what happened?" you walked over to where he was, and once you tried to pull on the same door, you realized. you two were stuck in the cramped, dark and wet jail cell.

"fuck,” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"stop copying me, cunt."

"oh go to hell, ghost."

"no thanks, i'm trying to get as far away as possible from ya, baby."

you groan out in frustration and banged your head against one of the bars, the condensation sticking to your hair, and all ghost could do was chuckle at you.

"you're so fucking dense."

"eat shit," you hissed out as you swung a closed fist at his chest.

once you made contact, you knew that it was very possible it was your last moments before death.

simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor while shaking his head, "tsk," he took a step towards you, "always gotta be so physical," he shoved you back, causing your body to slam against the brick wall.

and guess what? you shoved him the fuck back.

"if you think for one second," you shoved him again, this time pulling his shoulder strap down so he was at eye level with you, "that I'm gonna let you throw me around just cause you want to, you're fucking hilarious. you've got a lotta nerve to even think about touching me, let alone push me back when I've pushed you first-“

ghost grabbed both of your arms from the front of you and shoved them behind your back, pushing your tits out from your shirt and right below his face. he looked down at your cleavage before bouncing back to your eyes, "y'wanna know what I think?" he spat right down the valley of your breasts and watched his saliva snake down your shirt, "i think you like it."

you squirmed under his weight, under his eyes. "fuck. you."

"you. wish."

ghost wasn't an idiot. he could feel the way you were rubbing your thighs together, how your pupils were dilating by the second and the soft pants coming out of your mouth.

"I'm saying all this, baby 'cause I know, if I were to fuck you right now, you'd probably be the best pussy I'd felt in years. maybe ever. I'd wanna take you home and do it over and over again until you're gasping for a break. I'd feed you well. id take care of you. I would fucking love you until death. but that's not who I am, and that's sure as fuck not who you are."

you watched his eyes gaze down to your lips as he lowered his head to yours.

"why not?" you whispered.

"because, baby, I don't fuck women who don't want to. I like wet pussy, not scared pussy. I want it hard and rough but I don't wanna break you forever. and unfortunately, I'll bet you a million dollars that if I reached down and checked right now, your sweet pussy wouldn't be wet. not even close. right?"

you gulped as his fingers realized one of your wrists and snaked down the side of your thigh, "that's a lot of money."

he slithered his hand back up to your waist band before sneaking a finger inside, "isn't it?" you could barely hear his smirk through his words over the intense volume of your heartbeat. you knew for a fact, that someone just lost a lot of money.

as ghost swiped a finger down the middle of your panties, he groaned, "fuck, I'm gonna be bankrupt aren't I?"

"its a stupid bet to make after spitting on a woman's tits."

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angellekookie · 2 days ago

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Always Been There | MYG - PART 1.

Summary: Ever since the new kid moved into your cousin's old house, your life has been different.

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers AU, (half-sided) Academic Rivals to Lovers, it's romance- fluffy romance, maybe cliché (this is a warning)

WC: 5.1 K

Other Tags: Friend! Teahyung (mentioned), Cousin! Seokjin (mentioned)

Warnings: Brief mention of alcohol consumption, Idk if I missed any, but let me know.

Pairings: Min Yoongi x F! Reader

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

You never perceived yourself as a competitive child. You were usually quiet and reserved, often opting to be engaged in any book, watch television or play the occasional video game with your older cousin, Seokjin, who lived just down the street. This all changed one summer when your uncle got a new job in Seoul and had to move. Obviously, you missed him, he was your favourite cousin, your best friend. So every day you’d walk to your uncle’s old house hoping he’d come back from his new job and bring Seokjin home with him.

Days melted into weeks and the “For Sale” sign on the gate seemed to get bigger and bigger as if it existed solely to mock you. Or maybe it only appeared ten times the size because you stared at it so often, studying it, willing anything to change.

Summer's end brought you an initially pleasant surprise. This time, when you walked to Jin's house you saw people going back and forth taking boxes from a moving truck. Obviously, you thought that the day couldn’t get any better, your young mind not even considering that it could actually get worse.

Excitement led your feet through the gate and inside the yard where you saw a boy with his back turned to you. He appeared a bit shorter than how you remembered your cousin, but excitement didn’t let you think on that too much. Besides, surely you grew in the last few months, of course Jin wouldn’t look as tall to you any more.

The next five seconds happened both breathtakingly fast and painstakingly slow. The next five seconds changed what you thought was the best day of your life to the single worst day of your entire existence.

One second you were running towards your “cousin,” the next second you were making an unplanned descent, landing at the feet of who you later discovered was the son of your new neighbours.

At eight years old, maybe you still believed that kindness was the default setting of the world and expected the same from the boy looking down at you with his pale, chubby face. But whether it was disgust on his face, disdain—or maybe perhaps you were lucky and he just didn’t care—you didn’t know. What you did know was that you had to leave and you had to leave immediately.

That evening your parents barely managed to console you after you came home crying with a bruised kneecap. You were silent all through dinner and hardly gave any attention to what they were saying about inviting people somewhere and someone close in age. You had enough on your plate already with trying to forget the sheer embarrassment you had endured earlier in what you had once considered a safe space and the brussels sprouts your mother had insisted you eat tonight.

After that day, Min Yoongi became a constant in your life.

As luck would have it, your parents were speaking about your new neighbours that night. About how they meant to introduce themselves to them so they would feel welcomed to the neighbourhood. About the son they had who was around two years older than you, and how you both could be great friends.

You never anticipated that your mother would become best friends with Yoon Misook, which meant that you would come to spend a lot of time with the Mins. Birthday parties, holiday celebrations, family get-togethers… if you can name it, you had to be there and you had to be there with him.

Min Yoongi loved being right. There was always unmistakable joy present on his otherwise expressionless face when he knew he was right. Like when he beat you at chess, or told you that tomato was actually a fruit- it didn’t matter because you still didn’t like eating them anyways. You enjoyed wiping the smug little smirk right off his face. The thing was that you loved being right too, or rather, you greatly enjoyed telling Min Yoongi he was wrong. Enjoyed telling him that the sun was in fact a star, feeling higher than any sugar rush could take you when you let him know that acetic acid wasn’t technically vinegar- just a part of it. This was much to the dismay of both your parents, your friends, teachers, and anyone else who had the pleasure of having you both around at the same time.

Although maybe you should thank him.

During the school year, some time after your first meeting with Yoongi, you were sitting in his living room completing homework. His brows were furrowed in a delicate mix of concentration and confusion. You had stretched over to his side to see what was the matter, to see if you perhaps needed to ask his mother or older brother for help. “Yoongi-oppa, what’s wrong?” He didn’t look at you, for a second you wondered if he even heard you. You were going to nudge him with your pencil until he said your name. “Don’t worry about it. You won't understand it anyways.” His brows furrowed even more as he continued to work on his assignment.

Now you weren't planning to help him by any means. He was older than you and you were sure his fifth-grade math would give your third-grade math a run for its money. But him implying that you couldn't even understand it struck a nerve in your young brain. “Lemme see it, please, please, pleasee. Yoongiii-” he released a heavy sigh and turned his workbook towards you. Of course you were pleased with getting your way.

There were shapes, you definitely recognized the triangle and other shapes. You also knew about perimeter, but as you read further down the page admittedly some of the questions you didn’t quite understand just how they expected to get all those answers from a few shapes. It was your turn to have your brows furrowed in confusion.

Noting the shift in your facial expression, Yoongi took his workbook back. You looked up to find him looking at you with one eyebrow raised and a smug little smile on his face. He was daring you to say something, anything. You knew that, but you had nothing to say. “I told you.” He’d said, and hearing your silence, Yoongi knew that he was in fact right and a chuckle managed to escape him. You only huffed and returned to your seat, barely managing to finish the last question of your own assignment.

That night you swore it would be the last time you’d let Min Yoongi look at you like that. Call it your villain origin. Sheer spite, divine motivation, whatever it was and whatever it took you knew you just had to be better than you were, better than him eventually.

You had spent even more time with your face buried in books than you used to. If you were an academic weapon before, you made it your mission to become an academic armoury now. The next few years saw you move from just being at the top of your class, to being the top of the school- overtime skipping a grade and ending up in the same class as your favourite neighbour.

You still remember how he was laughing with his friends, completely unaware of your presence until the homeroom teacher called you up to the front to introduce you to the class. He was surprised, you’d hardly ever seen him surprised by anything, much less anything you’ve done. He often had little to no emotions on his face and after eight years of knowing him, you’d come to know that any emotion outside of his usual scope of nothing was absolutely monumental.

As much as possible, you tried to steer clear of Yoongi while at school except for some instances where a teacher thought it a good idea to have you both working together (that mistake was hardly made a second time). You’d quickly learn that in his first year of high school, Yoongi, who lacked any decent manners and people skills, was somehow popular among the students. You noticed how girls often giggled with their friends when they passed him, or how you would see him laugh more with his own group of friends than he ever did with you back home. This was understandable as the both of you only ever really managed to get on each other’s nerves.

Despite all this, he’d hardly ever let you walk home alone even when you insisted that you could walk home with literally any of your other friends, anybody but him. He says it's because he knows you enjoy his company though you refuse to admit it. “As if,” You would tell him. “Personally, I have better things to do than pretend to enjoy spending time with the likes of you.” You ignore the voice that tries to tell you that it's a good thing he’s here with you and not with one of the girls in his little fan club. You ignore the same voice as it tries to tell you that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Instead, you swat his hand away when he attempts to flick your forehead. Instead, your laughs echo through Daegu streets as you run from him. There's no point in running. Of course, he'll catch you, just like he always has, and maybe he always will. So even though your lungs burn, and Min Yoongi is annoying, and you're not even close to being the prettiest girl at school, there's a big grin on your face. This moment was yours, yours alone.

Once as you were preparing for your last lesson of the day, Yoongi sat down beside you in the empty classroom. Before you could comment on it, other students came in and started filling up seats one by one. Throughout the class, you noticed that Eunji had taken the seat to his left. That’s no problem, she and her ponytail could sit wherever they wanted. If only she didn’t keep asking him things every five minutes or so. You weren't counting. But you wondered if he could ever learn anything with her practically in his ear the entire time, you wondered if she knew she was distracting the entire class trying to breath down Yoongi’s neck.

You felt sick, maybe. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and it felt just a bit difficult to breathe. But you also felt like you could burst. You weren’t sure if you liked it. Thankfully, class had finally ended and students began leaving as quickly as they came in. You wouldn’t have to endure... whatever that was any more.

You were just packing up when you heard a deep voice beside you, “If you stared any longer, given your track record, I’d have to believe you had a crush on me or something.” He makes it his mission to ensure you never forget the one time you tripped and fell to his feet when you were children. Due to either mild irritation, embarrassment or something else you could feel the blood rushing up to your face, so you decide to slow your movements in hopes that he wouldn’t see it.

“Please, Yoongi. Do I look like I'd want to waste my intelligence on harbouring romantic affections for you.” You hear him scoff behind you and you turn your head just enough to see him raise his eyebrow, looking at you incredulously.

“’Yoongi?’ We dropped the honorifics now?”

“We’re classmates, I didn’t think it was necessary.” You decided to face him, mirroring his raised eyebrow with your own, challenging him. “Is there a problem, Yoongi? I mean, if it’s so important to you I could always just start calling you ahjuss-”

"Yoongi, is fine." For the second time today there's a hint of surprise on his face, and the ghost of a smile that you weren’t quite sure what to make of it. You wanted to smile too, but suddenly you remembered Eunji beside him in class and the smile never came to be. You didn’t want to tell him that he had all the girls in the school to call him whatever he wanted them to, that perhaps you felt a bit intimidated by the older, more mature girls that he had around whenever you saw him. You didn’t want to tell him that because you’ve been actively avoiding feeling that way for some time. You didn’t want to tell him anything like that for fear of him actually laughing you to scorn, for fear of him hitting you with his infamous blank stare. You’ve had your fair share of first-hand experiences with it.

Instead of all the things you weren’t ready to face, weren’t ready to say, you tell him “I can’t walk home with you today. Me, Taehyung and Ara have uhmm, something. I’ll see you later.” There was nothing. But you left to find your friends before he could have a chance to say anything else to you.

It’s been a year since you graduated high school. Summer brought you back to your hometown for the first time since you moved in with your uncle to be closer to university in Seoul. You weren’t the only students home for break so naturally, you ran into a few of your old classmates. Some of them mentioned a get together on the field behind the school that was coming up. You couldn’t not know about it. You remember barely stepping off the bus with Yoongi when Sooyoung greeted you both and first suggested the idea. That’s how you found yourself on the field with him (and the drinks) waiting for the others to show up.

Soon everybody that could make it sat down on the grass and Sooyoung started pouring out the drinks in cups and passing them around. The first taste is... bitter. You try to drink more, you’ve heard a few people say it's an acquired taste.

The night went on, conversations eventually straying away from the generic “How are you” and “what are you up to now.” to be more meaningful (as meaningful as it gets when alcohol is involved.) Socially, you were there. You contributed to the conversation occasionally- laughing when something was funny, nodding if you agreed with something, sprinkling in a “nah” when you didn’t agree with something else.

Occasionally though, you would stare at the amber liquid in your cup. It was taking everything in you not to gag when you took yet another sip. The cup is put down beside you, you don’t think you’ll be acquiring that taste anytime soon. Said cup gets to sit there for approximately thirty seconds before it finds residence in Yoongi’s hands. He’s drinking your drink. Yet you can’t find it in you to complain because you really, really don’t like it. You decide to leave well enough alone.

It’s not until a new cup is placed before you by the drink thief himself that decide to look at him. He’s not looking at you, of course he’s not. He never looks at you when he’s with his friends. Not that it matters, not that you care. At least it was nice of him to get you a new drink, maybe he’s a semi-decent human being. Your thoughts momentarily pause when instead of an involuntary gag, a pleasant, surprised hum escapes your lips.

His eyes have crinkled at the corners because someone just said something funny. He’s using a single hand behind him as support and is nursing a drink with the other. He looks as carefree as ever. You can’t imagine that he’d take note of something so small, something like that- even if you grew up together. You'll try to brush it aside, though you doubt it's something that you’d be likely to forget about anytime soon. There’s a warmth blooming in your chest, you’ll blame it on the alcohol from earlier.

Christmas was just around the corner. The crisp, chilly air and stressed college students cramming for finals were more than enough to let you know the festive season was upon you. You sat in the new sandwich shop that you believe was strategically nestled between the library and the café. A cup of coffee remained untouched to your left and sandwich in hand, you were currently with your friend, Hyewon, who was not so subtly trying to get you to agree to go on a blind date. She's been trying ever since she found out your last date was almost a year ago, that it never ended well romantically, that you and Hoseok decided to become friends and still are today. "I'm telling you, he's really handsome and smart," said between a mouthful of her sandwich and a sip of her coffee. "My sister said he graduated from Yonsei this year with like, first class honours in economics or something."

"I'm just... still thinking about it."

And the truth is, you were. Ever since the topic came up nearly a month ago after one of your shared classes. After Hyewon got over her shock because "A girl like you should have dates every weekend," she took it upon herself to find you a date.

It's not that you were against dating, and relationships. During your earlier college years you tried a few times. Your first date tried to explain the basics of aerospace engineering to you, the thing you were majoring in. He was a history major, said he couldn't believe a girl could actually study something like that and asked how much your parents paid to get you in the program. You laughed it off and attempted to push it aside, that date ended early. You went on a few more dates after that but it always felt the same, like you were trying too hard to impress your date, like they weren't trying hard enough to get to know you. You decided to just focus on your studies. At the very least, you knew you were good at that.

“Please tell me yes- there’s a drone show next Friday at the Han River. You guys could watch it.” Hyewon looked so excited you promised to let her know by Monday. She squealed and you were sure you would have seen your ancestors if she had hugged you any tighter, told you not to forget to call her as she bounced off to her last final.

You remained in your corner seat. Unsure why you didn’t just leave with your friend. A couple of girls sat at the table behind you. While you were nursing your now cold hot chocolate you were hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. It’s not that you wanted to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help the way your ears perked up when one of them mentioned ‘medical student from Yonsei’ and ‘date’ in the same sentence.

“I’m telling you he’s pretty quiet, and cute. I don’t even know how they got him to agree.”

“Ugh! I’m so jealous... should I transfer?”

“Shut up and look at the picture Kangchul sent me.”

“People like this really study medicine? If he looks like this, what will you wear on the date?”

“I dunno, it’s next Friday. You should come over and help me get...”

You didn’t stay to hear anymore.

Hours later you lay wide awake in your bedroom. Sleep has been evading you. It’s not like there was only one medical student at Yonsei. There were hundreds of medical students. It didn’t have to be the one you were thinking of. The odds were... low. You paid no mind to the tiny voice that was telling you that “the odds are never zero, though.”

You reached for your phone, surely you could always text the person in question, it’s not like you think he would hide it from you but in the same breath, it’s not like he has any reason to tell you if he were going on a date. Why would he? Your fingers hovered over his chat until the screen finally timed out. This seemed to wake you from your daze, the phone was tossed to the side. Why were you thinking of him anyway? If it were him, if he was going on a date, it definitely wouldn’t affect you. It shouldn’t, you won’t let it.

It was 8:44 am the following day when you texted Hyewon that she could arrange the blind date.

A week and a half later you found yourself standing outside of a restaurant in Hongdae. Your date was to meet you there so you could have a meal then head over to the drone show your friend mentioned. You’ve been waiting for... a while. Yunseo was running late and to make matters worse, when you pulled out your cell phone you found it was dead. It was cold, and you were cold, and maybe you were just stood up for this date. You wanted to cry, you thought it probably wouldn’t be that bad if you just broke down on the streets. Probably no one would notice if you did anyway.

Slowly, white flurries started falling from the sky. Couples started walking even closer together, some laughing at whatever they found funny. They all looked really cute. You really hated the cold, maybe you should have just stayed home. “You know,” came a familiar, deep voice breaking through the frigid atmosphere. “In my experience, standing in the cold like this is a sure fire way to catch a cold.”

You don’t need to turn around to know who that deep voice belongs to. You couldn't help the scoff that escaped you. Of course he would appear at a time like this. Why was he there and why did he have to show up just now when you were on the verge of a mental breakdown, probably. Your thoughts couldn't even spiral too far because now you were genuinely fighting back the tears that really, really wanted more than anything to be free. “Shut up, Yoongi. I don’t—” You couldn't help the way your voice wavered, or the sniffle, all things considered. “I can’t deal with this right now.” You didn’t hear a response from him, so you assumed that he had left. You didn’t expect him to be in front of you, slightly bending his head to meet your eyes with his brows furrowed. You hated when he looked at you like this. Like he could see right through you, like he knows things even you don't. You hate it, so you look away from his curious gaze. You didn't want him to find anything in yours.

It felt like hours before he gave up on his one sided staring competition. He released a sigh while undoing his scarf that was neatly wrapped around his neck. You shook your head, wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, you didn't need his scarf- that you were fine. The words never even got to leave your mouth before he started putting his scarf on you anyway. “Don’t even right now ___, you’re cold.” It wasn't a question. He said it like he knew, he said it while he took his time to wrap his scarf around your neck, making sure to cover your nose. You think you’ve seen this film before.

《Some years ago》

You have been walking for quite some time now. Quiet footsteps crush dead leaves and twigs a small distance behind you. You’re not afraid, mildly annoyed maybe. But you’ve no need to be afraid because you already know who’s behind you. He’s been trailing after you in silence since you stormed off the campsite earlier in a desperate attempt to cool off. It was too much. The woodsmoke, the cheeriness, the ever persistent Song Eunji and her effortlessly beautiful messy bun hanging off the side of *your* neighbour, on your family camping trip. It was one thing to have to endure her incessant hovering while at school, but you’d think that at least your weekend far out of town would have been peaceful. Turns out that the universe had other plans for you. Not only did you have to endure Min Yoongi, but you also had to stomach having the president of his fanclub- whose family just also happened to plan a camping trip at this spot- here too. How fantastic.

You hold your thin jacket tighter against your body as you make your way deeper into the forest. Every step you took only seemed to strengthen the already growing irritation inside you. You longed for the warmth of your bed, the comfort of your home. Surely there would be nothing there to upset you this much. “Yoongi, either catch up or leave. You’re smart enough, I’m sure that you’re at least a little aware how strange it is to stalk after a woman at night.”

“Yn, you’re smart enough, I’m sure you’re aware that this is hardly considered stalking.” Still, his footsteps carried that steady pace and you could almost hear the smugness in his voice as he continued. “I’m simply taking a walk, I’d be more than happy to catch up if you’d let me.” You could almost imagine how his face looks right now, a raised eyebrow, his (annoying) little smirk, maybe his head was even tilted to the side. You hoped he could see your eyes rolling from behind you. All of that didn’t matter though, cause either way the chill breeze took the challenge in his tone and brought it straight to your ear.

“Yeah, well you could walk somewhere else.” He certainly had no issue being other places before, you thought. You didn’t see why he was being so difficult. Although, you’ve known Min Yoongi for what feels like your entire life. If he did have a middle name, perhaps it would be something along the lines of annoying, stubborn-

“It’s fine.”

Wind came dancing through the trees and brought not just a disturbance to your quiet surroundings, but also a drop in the already cold temperature you’ve been trying to ignore since you left the warmth of the campfire. Involuntarily, your body shivered. Though it was only trying to warm itself up, you suppose.

“Here, put this on.” He was shrugging off his own jacket. You hadn’t realised you’d stopped. Hadn’t realised that Yoongi found his way beside you. Maybe your middle name is stubborn too, because you were already shaking your head and pushing his hand and his jacket away, wanted to tell him he could keep his jacket, that you would warm up just fine on your own soon enough. It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Would you stop pretending like you’re not literally freezing cold right now,” He just puts the jacket over you anyway. “Just take it.” With no other choice (you were freaking freezing), you begrudgingly put your arms through the sleeve. You watched as he proceeded to fasten the buttons with what you’ll assume resembles care on his face- no sign of displeasure anywhere.

“You do this after school too, why?” Memories all bleed into each other from all the times he’s placed a jacket round your shoulders, or a scarf round your neck. The few times he’d given you gloves to wear. You know he knows what you’re referring to.

“Because,” He’s fixing the jacket collar around your neck. “Your mom would kill me if I let you catch a cold.”

He couldn’t be serious. To think that was the reason... “You don’t need to do it anymore.”

He hummed in response. “Yeah? Stop leaving your jacket and I won't have to give you mine all the time, deal?” His left hand ruffled your hair all while you glared at him. Oftentimes, despite your extensive vocabulary, you find it hard to find words to describe Yoongi and just settle for thinking that he’s so him. Right now, he was being very much him, even more so than usual.

A sudden high pitch screech pulls you out of your brooding and launches you into Yoongi’s arms, a scream escapes you. Surprised, his arms wrap around you while he looks around. “What was that?!” You were whispering, screaming, a unique mix of both things.

“I don’t know.” Your companion sounded as calm as ever, you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing. But you couldn't focus on that right now.

“Will it kill us?”

“I don’t know.” You felt him shrug. Your annoyance from earlier resurges, but with a new friend along with it, fear.

“Well Yoongi, what do you know exactly, hmm?”

“I know the way back to the campsite.” You looked up at him, seemingly just realising you were quite cozily nestled in his arms. You jumped back, almost tripping on a rock, or tree root, you couldn’t tell as it was dark. But what you could see was the gentle look that remained on his face as he steadied you, you weren't sure how it made you feel. All you did know was that it was too much.

“Well, um…” You decided to turn your head away, clear your throat. Yes, that was a good idea. “Lead the way, I guess.” Yoongi chuckled, and soon you felt a warmth enveloping your hand. Similar to the warmth simultaneously growing in your own chest. This was the first time he’d ever held your hand. You stood shocked, frozen, unable to move. Unable to ask him why.

“Come on, so you don’t fall again. This just like the day I just moved int-”

“Oh my gosh, shut up about that will you!” That seemed to do the trick. Just when you think he’d give that story a rest, he’d find a way to remind you again. How infuriating. Still, you both couldn’t help the laughs escaping your lips as you head back hand in hand to your loved ones who were probably waiting for you at the campsites. Maybe you shouldn't have stormed off, but as the moon started peaking through the clouds lighting up your rugged path, you were glad he came to find you.

《Present day》

When he gently took your hand in his, your mind found itself back to the present where you stood in snowy streets as opposed to the serene forest. Was he really always like this? “C'mon.” He'd turned towards you, his head motioning in a general direction. Your mind wanting to stay lost in thought for a bit more, feet remained planted on the ground for a minute, maybe longer. Yet Min Yoongi remained a perfect picture of patience. Maybe it was his lack of frustration, or the fact that you didn't not trust him. But you let him lead you down the Hongdae streets, you follow with your hand in his.

AN: Thanks for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now, I had every intention for this to be a tiny lil one-shot but the story clearly had other ideas in mind. I'm working on part 2 as we speak so hopefully I can share it with you all soon.

That being said, Special thanksies to my mooties @livingformintyoongi and @moochii-daisies for their encouragement and for accommodating my yapping 🥹🩷 and not to mention @oddinary4bts when I felt stuck and was at the brink of putting this fic to the infinite sides.

This, as well other fics that I'll post in the future will be cross-posted to Ao3 because of popular demand (1 person suggested), but yes it was by popular demand 🤭

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rsli33 · 3 days ago

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𝓐TLANTIS ✴︎ 𝓭R

“may you never forget me.” 𓍼ོ

SYNOPSIS . . . girl meets boy, girl falls for said boy . . .but wait . . . this time the girl falls in love with the bastard son of one of the Olympians gods. One whose blood brings nothing but chaos and destruction, will her love for him be enough to save both of them & their home from the loop?

[ note . . . this is shifting content, this dr is one of my original dr’s I made, I took inspiration from the lost city of Atlantis which is an island civilization that, according to Plato, was submerged into the sea by the gods. after lots of worldbuilding, and a little tweaking here and there I ended up with this dr. it is loosely based on my pjo dr as well, and I mean loosely. i hope you like this dr as much as I do.]

BACKSTORY . . . Sophia of Atlantis, daughter of Stavros of Atlantis. Life as the daughter of Atlantis cursed seer, was never easy. Watching as her father slipped into madness for not being able to speak his prophecies. She could never hate her father, he is a good father, and he provided her with nothing but love. So what did she do when her father was deemed too old to work? She sought out for a way to make coin. In the main city, not far from where she lived, where she found work, as an assistant to a man who has knowledge of... plants?

She wasn't one to judge, she needed coin. So if working for Matthaios, a plant speaker in her opinion, would get her coin she would do whatever he asked for. . . even if it meant diving into the moon pools to get him some slimy green plant.

𝕿𝘏𝘌 𝕾𝘈𝘕𝘌 𝕿𝗛𝗘 𝕷𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗫

❝You speak to trees.❞

❝I do not speak to trees, I listen to them.❞

❝Right. . . and I listen to fish talk.❞

INTERTWINED SOULS . . . In all of Sophia’s life only one person that has been consistent other than her father, Charilaos is his name. A boy her age, one that, unlike her, lives on the streets just outside Matthaios little tent, in the outer edge of the agora’s. Yes, she was always warned to never associate with the beggars of the silk streets. . . oh gods, she just couldn’t help herself. So everyday for two years Sophia would put out a basket of the food sold in the agora, just enought for five people, and watched, a creep Matthaios would call her, as Charilaos and his family ate. And slowly but surely, the two grew close, very close, often Sophia would sneak Charilaos into the ceremonial festivals. And what was once compassions turned into love. One that was shared in both sides. So why does Charilaos keep pushing her away? And why does it feel so familiar?

𝕿𝘏𝘌 𝕳𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘙 𝕿𝙃𝙀 𝕭𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿

❝Let go! I will be your end!❞

❝I will continue if it means loving you.❞

THE LOOP . . . Fifty times, that’s how many times Charilaos has tried to change your fate. Fifty times of watching the woman he loves scarifies herself for him. Fifty times, of falling deeply in love with her. Fifty times of watching her fall in with him. Fifty times of different roads leading to the same fate. Twenty-five times of rejecting her. Twenty-five of watching her from afar. Twenty-five years of solitude. Twenty-five years of anger. Charilaos was sure the gods hated him, they had to. Because why must he be the one to remember every fail. Why does it seem like he can’t stop it, cant forget. His own father, his blood, cursing him for falling in love with her. Forced to be stuck in the cruel loop, only he can remember. Forced to push his love away, forced to see Sophia crumble like dust in his own hands.

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quillaffinity · 2 days ago

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Know that Home is Your Name (art by @puowei my beloved)

Grim munched on the warm samosa gripped between his paws, his sharp teeth making easy work of the delicate layers of filo dough that covered the savory meat filling inside. Founding Day at Ramshackle was in full swing before him, with all his classmates and upperclassmen appeared to be enjoying themselves quite a bit. Even the teachers seemed pleased, surveying all the new growth and hard-won repairs made to the previously dilapidated grounds. Maybe Bramble waking him up so early to finish decorating hadn't been such a bad idea...

"Now why would the Great Mage Grim be sitting all by his lonesome?" His ears perked at the sound of Bramble's gentle teasing. His hench-human (fairy?) looked a bit tired from cooking and playing hostess all day, yet she still smiled down at him, brighter than the spring sun. The familiar quickly turned away from her with a huff, his stomach twisting uncharacteristically.

Then came a rusle of fabric and grass as Bramble slowly sat herself down next to him. The deep red color of her blouse and skirt bringing out the warmth of her skin and the luster of the long alizarin curls flowing down her back. She was wearing one of those complicated, pleated outfits from her world. Her world, Grim thought, the place where she left her younger brother behind.

The person she loved the most.

He heard about the guy. How could he not? Every chance she got, his hench-fairy would talk about how great a guy her brother was. How much she missed him, how she couldn't wait to see him again.

Ugh.

"What'er you doing here Bramble? Shouldn't you be out there making sure all those dolts don't start a fight?" Grim quickly finished off the pastry in his arms, unable to even taste it. But then she laughed and Grim had to look back at her. He'd rather give up tuna forever than ever admit how much he liked the sound.

The golden embroidery on her clothes glinted warmly in the dim light around them. With Grim in a newly tailored Ceremonial Robe and Bramble glittering with loaned jewels, they made a rather odd but dashing picture as they sat side-by-side. She, a human turned half-fairy. He, a monster turned student of magic. And to think that when they both arrived at their dorm they had been at such odds...

"I have faith in them to keep it together for a little while, at least."

"Myeh, that's stupid."

She smiled at that. One of those eye-crinkling small ones, the ones that made him feel like they were sharing a secret. Like this, it would be easy to believe they'd always be here, be together. But the more Grim looked at Bramble', the more he felt that Bramble was moving further and further away from him. And closer and closer back to her home.

And he hated it.

He didn't want her to go home. Screw her stupid brother! A man ought to take care of himself! He didn't need Bramble, he had her for all his life. But Grim? She had just come into his, she couldn't leave so soon.

"Grim...Why are you sitting so far from me?" Her voice was soft in the way she reserved only for him. The same tone she used when they were curled up together for warmth in Ramshackle as she sang him little lullabies in languages he didn't know. She rested a soft hand on her knee as she tilted her head ever so slightly to meet his eyes. Her blue scarf flowing between them, a teal connection from her to him.

Grim looked away once again.

It felt like something was stuck in his throat, but no amount of swallowing made any food dislodge itself. He wanted to scream from the top of his lungs, but no words came out. Stay. Stay here with me. With all of us. I don't take care of you very well right now, but I swear I'll do better than your home ever did. You won't even miss that selfish brother of yours!

Bramble reached out, curling her thin, work-worn hands around to rub and scratch at his face the way he liked. Subtly turning the monster's furred face back in her direction as he smiled unwittingly. Her fingers always gentle, her nails just long and sharp enough to scratch pleasantly.

It was Bramble who cooked their food and cleaned their dorm. It was Bramble to woke him up in the morning and made him brush his teeth. It was Bramble who made sure they had money for necessities and that Grim finished his homework on time.

But maybe he could learn?

Maybe he could figure out how to do more things, enough things that the idea of staying with Grim wasn't such a bad one. That way she wouldn't go back to that stupid world with that stupider brother of her's.

"There's that smile I love!" There was a golden glint of mischief in Bramble's eyes that gave Grim half a mind to turn away and pout once more. If only to keep the fairy's attention on him. He, half-heartedly, batted her hand away with greasy paws. But Bramble simply wrinkled her nose and leaned over to press a kiss between his ears, smelling like home the only way Grim knew.

No one and no thing had ever cared for him like her. Bramble had made sure he was fed, clean, and ready each and every day to accomplish his dreams. Having believed in him since day one. Heck, if he asked, Grim was sure she'd let him sink his fangs into her arm if she thought it'd help him. But what had he given her?

Not enough.

Not enough to keep her from going home, anyway.

"Now that you've finished pouting...I have some good news to share." The monster's stomach sunk and roiled. Suddenly he wanted to spit fire, he wanted to turn and set Ramshackle ablaze. Because, if he destroyed it, he wouldn't have a home and if he didn't have a home Bramble couldn't leave. She wouldn't. She'd stay and she'd take care of him and treat him so kindly he'd burn down another dorm just to keep her in Twisted Wonderland. He flattened his ears, fire bubbling behind his throat.

"...what?"

"Crowley's finally approved of my request to add my mother's last name to my file. I'm officially Bramble Euricide, Housewarden of the Ramshackle Dorm!"

Grim blinked.

Huh? That's it? She...She wasn't going home? She wasn't leaving him? She...She was staying. She was staying! Here! With him!

"And..."

Grim froze.

"I asked him to add 'Euricide' as your last name as well...but only if you want to! I-If that's to much I can't just let him know, he probably hasn't even glanced at our files since the first day so-" Bramble leaned a bit away from him, flustered. She looked away hurriedly, lashes low and shy over her pale pink-gold eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do I need a last name? Ain't that for your family?" Bramble went very still. Even the vines swirling and sprouting behind her slight pointed ears froze as if caught in a sudden frost. Slowly, her eyes widened as she turned back to look at him. She was silent for one, two, three heartbeats. Then her brows furrowed and her eyes softened in shock.

In heartbreak.

"Grim. Grim, you are my family."

Bramble reached for him, opening her arms just enough to welcome him. But she didn't pull him to her. She hesitated, hands just outstretched in front of him. Wow, Grim thought.

She's so stupid.

He leaped into her soft arms, and, immediately, was surrounded by her warmth. In fact, Bramble was so warm that it even made the back of Grim's eyes burn ever so slightly. Darn things even started to sweat. He knew his claws must have hurt her skin as he clung to her, but she held him too tightly to care. Grim made a small noise in his throat, rubbing his cheek against hers as her vines began to sprout soft lilac-colored flowers. Bramble stifled a soft sob against his fur, hugging the little creature close with every ounce of love she had.

"We've been through too much not to be, b-but if you don't want to be-"

"I n-never said that you dummy!"

A family. A friend. A companion at the start and end of the world. How blessed he was, Grim thought, how happy his life finally was.

i commissioned @puowei to draw bramble (my twst oc) and she did such a beautiful, wonderful, kind job that couldn't help but add a hopefully-equally sweet snippet between my Ramshackle duo. puo has an immense talent and skill only rivaled by her unyielding kindness and i cannot recommend her services enough. thank you for all your hard work, and for bringing so much life and beauty to sweet, tragic little brambleberry <3

tagging - @le-monchou and @twstnettle

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #puo #puowei my beloved #commission #oc commission #bramble #grim twisted wonderland #not a web weave

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i love you, i'm sorry pt. 2 // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x bobby's daughter!reader

summary: a teenaged sam left you broken. now he's back and you're not sure what to do.

content: angst, swearing, reader is bobby's daughter, big brother dean is back again, reader is tempted to shoot sam, some slight miscommunication, fluff, smut, fingering, shower sex, unprotected piv penetration, some dirty talk from sam to reader, bobby being a classic dad

word count: 6.9k

note: this is the second part, so if you haven't read the first, i would recommend doing so!

masterlist part one

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A heavy silence made the shopping trip and ride back home hard. Sam didn’t try to talk to you again. He couldn’t handle hearing how much more you hated him. Now, the three men and you sat at the table, much like you had that morning. You picked at your plate, not feeling hungry after the intense emotions of the day. Dean looked between you and Sam suspiciously. He could tell something had happened. He wanted to ask, but knew that Bobby knew nothing of the situation.

Dinner was quiet. It was nothing like the meals of the past that had been filled with laughter and hidden glances. Bobby attempted to start a conversation when asking what you had planned for the next day. This had been met with some bullshit response about cleaning the kitchen and it was back to the quiet again. Sam was the first to excuse himself. He claimed he was tired. You rolled your eyes. If anyone was tired, it should be you. It had been exhausting to watch out of the corner of your eye for someone who seemed to be trying to chase you down.

Next was Bobby with the same reasoning as Sam. You let this one slide past without annoyance. He was your dad. That left you and Dean. You could sense the questions bubbling in him. You didn’t want to answer them. Not when you could feel some leftover sadness trying to unbury itself inside you. You stood and took care of what remained of dinner. Dean followed you.

“What happened?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking what he was asking about. You placed a bowl into the refrigerator.

“He wanted a normal life. Apparently I didn’t fit into his plans.” You were completely guessing on the last part. You assumed that was why you had been abandoned, but you had no confirmation of this.

“He said that?” Dean didn’t believe that for one second. He had known about Sam’s feelings for you before Sam did. Once his younger brother had discovered the wanting for you, it was all he would hear about. “Did you see what she wore today?” or “She’s so beautiful” or even the occasional “I think I’m in love with her”. There wasn't a universe in which Sam would ever stop loving you.

“Basically.” You scraped a plate over the trash. Dean watched as you filled a sink with warm, soapy water before taking a spot beside you to help with the cleaning. You both worked in silence, you washing the dishes and Dean rinsing them. You sighed and leaned into him while they air dried on a towel next to the sink. He stood strong as you did so, watching the water drain. He knew you were tired, knew you had been tired since the moment you woke up. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Dean spoke with his voice just barely above a whisper. You let him guide you up the stairs and tuck you in. The last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep was the click of your door closing.

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Dean closed the door to your room and turned around, ready to go to his own bedroom. When he turned around, however, he was met with his younger brother. Sam looked at him with those puppy dog eyes he pulled out whenever he wanted something. Dean raised an eyebrow before moving past him, not entirely sure if he wanted to have a conversation with Sam after hearing what you told him.

“What?” Dean asked when he felt Sam follow him. He entered his room and began to ready himself for the night, a short routine.

“What did she tell you?” Sam asked while standing in the doorway. He could tell something was off. You had said something, maybe the truth, maybe not, it didn’t matter. The only thing he needed to know is if you truly did hate him.

“Enough.” Dean answered, irritation bubbling in him. Growing up with you he had always hated when you were hurting. Whether it be school bullies, disappointment from spilled milk, a skinned knee, Dean was always happy to clean up the mess. It was the same way he was with Sam, which made for quite the mental argument for himself in this situation. On one hand, Sam was his brother and he was, from the moment Sam had been born, supposed to take care of him for all his life. On the other hand, you were Bobby’s only child, practically a sister to him, someone who always made sure he had something to eat.

Sam sighed in frustration at Dean’s answer. He didn’t have time for this.

“Just tell me what she said.” Sam demanded. He wasn’t angry. It was the guilt eating away at him constantly since he had set his eyes on your familiar face again. He knew he had his reasons for leaving, very valid reasons, but he could never come up with a decent enough excuse for leaving you in the dark. He knew you would have talked with Dean about the situation in some capacity. He also knew that Dean, whether from you telling him or him just figuring it out on his own, knew something was going on between you and Sam.

“She told me that you’re a dick who treated her like some chick you met at the bar.” Dean rounded on Sam, keeping his voice low to not alert the others in the house. The glare he had sent Sam softened when he saw how his younger brother’s face fell.

“She hates me.” Sam said mostly to himself. He collapsed onto the bed with his head in his hands. Dean took a seat beside him, feeling his own guilt for blowing up on his brother.

“What did you do, Sammy?” Dean asked. He had already heard what you had to say but he wanted to hear Sam’s side of it all. He knew better than anyone that anger and heartbreak could make a person say things they didn’t mean. Sam looked up before speaking.

“I loved-,” Sam flinched and corrected himself, “love her. I love her.” He needed to repeat it, just for himself to hear.

“When I… left, I messed things up. Every single night all I wanted to do was call and hear her voice.” Sam was finding it hard to say the words out loud. It was the first time he had vocalized the whole situation.

“So why didn’t you?” Dean was thinking the whole thing was stupid. If you were in love with someone you never let them go. Of course, that advice applied to everyone but him.

“I couldn’t, Dean. Everytime I thought about it, something stopped me from doing it.” Sam sighed, hating himself already for how he handled things. Dean didn’t know what to say. He could tell Sam hadn’t wanted to hurt you, but that didn’t mean everything was fine. You were hurting, bad, even if you claimed to only be angry.

“Did you tell her this?” Dean asked. He already knew the answer. Sam hadn’t told you, or if he did, he had said it in a way that distracted you from what the words really meant.

“Not in all those words.” Sam mumbled, feeling embarrassed from how he had reacted to you earlier. Dean rolled his eyes. God, you and Sam were practically the same person. No one wanting to admit what was said.

“Well in what words then?”

“When she, um, when she yelled at me, I yelled back.” Sam avoided Dean’s eyes. Dean sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He was starting to get a headache from all of this.

“You need to tell her. You need to tell her everything.” Dean looked at his brother. Sam nodded.

“I know.” Sam replied. Dean clapped a hand onto Sam’s shoulder and gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Then get out so I can sleep.” With that, Sam left the room. He wasn’t sure if he should find you now or wait until morning. He decided quickly that this couldn’t wait, he needed to see you now. He walked to your door, much like he had the night before. This time when his knock was met with silence, he opened the door to see you in a deep sleep. He sighed, knowing he didn’t want to wake you. In your sleep you looked closer to the girl he had left behind: peaceful and angerless. He swallowed and left your room to go to his own for the night.

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This time when you woke up, it was the middle of the night. You glanced at the alarm clock by your bed.

3:00 AM

Perfect. Another sleepless night. It was useless to try to sleep again. Your mind was awake. It hadn't helped that you had been dreaming before you woke up. Dreaming of Sam. Of him holding you, kissing you, loving you and never leaving. It was painful when you looked back on it. Maybe you didn't hate him like you said you did.

You sat up in bed. How could you pass the time? Some fresh air might be helpful, the night only slightly chilly this time of year. You pulled yourself out of bed. After grabbing a zip up hoodie, you stared at your bedside table where a gun was stored in the top drawer. It was true that you weren't a hunter, not physically anyways. You were more inclined to research and find the cases. Bobby hadn't wanted you out there risking your life, but he also didn't want you sneaking around with some other hunter. So, he had given you the option and you had chosen to simply learn the basics. He taught you how to shoot, how to salt the windows and doorways, how to punch. You know, the father-daughter time every family experiences.

You made the decision to grab the gun, just in case. Town was pretty safe but you didn't want to risk anything. You tucked it into your pocket, safety on, and made the journey to the back porch. Once there, you shut the door behind you and took a seat on the steps leading to the yard. The sky was clear and you could see the stars twinkling back at you. The moon, not quite full but almost there, shone a yellow-white light. You were content just sitting there with nothing but your thoughts and the crickets chirping in the grass.

You needed to think about how you truly felt about Sam. The stubborn part of you insisted that you hated him, that you wanted nothing but to never see him again. When you pushed past that, you knew that you truly did love him. You always would. It was as if it was chosen for you far before you were born. You wanted him in your life forever.

But there was another thing living inside you. Doubt. You were scared that even if you did let yourself love Sam again that he would leave you again. What if he found another way for a normal life, a way that didn't involve you? What if he left you again, this time for good?

A noise broke you out of your thoughts. You felt a presence behind you. In one swift movement, you had your gun pressed against the intruder's chest. You looked up at Sam with wild eyes, but he could see the fear in them. That fear morphed into sadness then a wall of anger came to defend you. You didn't move the gun.

“Are you going to shoot me?” Sam asked with a nervous laugh when you didn't seem to move away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Maybe.” You replied, still standing in the same way. You flexed your jaw before speaking again.

“What do you want?” You knew he had gone out for you. He had been trying to get you to talk to him again after the fight in the car, but you had continued on with your mission to ignore him.

“I want to talk.” Sam repeated his words from earlier. When you still didn't move the gun from him, he slowly moved his hands to cup around yours and the gun. You let him, only flinching slightly when he made contact. Moving together, your hand was lowered and he carefully coaxed the weapon from you, placing it on the porch near the steps. The whole thing happened without you and Sam breaking eye contact.

“Please.” Sam pleaded with you. After a moment you nodded and reclaimed your former spot on the step. Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and joined you, leaving only a foot of space between your bodies. You looked out to the yard as you waited for him to speak.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I've ever done to hurt you. Including today, including back then, and even including that time I pushed you when we were kids.” Sam blurted the words out. You smiled at the last memory, remembering how a ten year old Sam had jokingly pushed you into a lake without knowing you couldn't swim. He had been the one to jump in after you, but it still brought on an embarrassing guilt to him that you always felt when you did something wrong as a child. You still didn't look at him. You were afraid that you would cry if you did.

“I messed up. I should have called or… I don't know, done anything other than what I did. I thought about you every single night. I really did.” Sam continued on. You kept your eyes on an ant hill that you had spotted.

“Then why didn't you?” You asked in a small voice.

“Every time I picked up the phone, something in me wouldn't allow your number to be dialed. I was scared of ending up like my father. Of losing you like he lost my mother and turning into him. I thought I wanted a normal life, but I think all I really want is you.” Sam reached a hand over to softly grasp yours. You allowed this, which sparked hope in Sam.

“I love you.” Sam's words made you turn your head to look at him. Sure, he had said them before, but teenagers said things they didn't mean all the time. You could see it now that Sam meant them with every fiber of his being.

“I love you so much. I always have and I always will. Nothing could ever take that away. You don't have to feel the same, you can hate me forever, but I will always look for you in everything.” The declaration of love made your stomach erupt in a tornado of butterflies. Your eyes watered at the emotion you were feeling and you looked away from Sam as a tear fell. Sam's expression turned to panic as he realized what was happening. He rushed to close the space between you and pulled you into his arms.

“Hey, hey,” he said into your hair, trying to get your attention to stop your crying. His care of you only increased the tears. These weren't like the ones you shed back in high school. These were happy, relieved tears. Tears that were brought on when you felt that overwhelming love and comfort from Sam.

“What's wrong?” Sam asked, his hold on you tightening in a way that he knew calmed you. He had only seen you have a panic attack once, when everything had just piled on way too much, but he remembered how you seemed to calm from the pressure. You did the same now, but the tears kept rolling.

“I've waited so long to hear you say that again.” Was your only response. It broke Sam's heart when he saw what his actions had actually caused. This wasn't the anger you used to keep from him, or the lack of attention you had been showing him that week. This was heartbreak, grief from the loss of someone you had never imagined loosing. But with his words came the first aid kit that your heart needed to mend itself. It pushed the defense strategies away and left only the pure emotion of love.

You tilted your head up to his. Tears still rolled down your cheeks, but they were slowing. You hesitated at first, but in the end, Sam felt your lips on his. It was baffling the way you two fit together so perfectly. The kiss wasn't lustful, but that didn't mean it lacked passion. No, this kiss was full of the passion that Sam felt when he held you in his arms and knew, from that moment on, he would never let you go again.

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That morning - only a few hours after you and Sam had kissed -, you were wrapped up in Sam's arms. You both were sleeping in your room, in your bed. Everyone's clothes had stayed on through the night despite what someone may have assumed if they caught the two of you. No, after the kiss, it was apparent you and the Winchester needed sleep. It just so happened that when it came time for you to split off to your separate rooms, no one wanted to let go. So, here you were now: you cuddled into Sam's side and Sam, who looked oddly out of place in your nest of pink blankets, holding you while you slept. He had been awake for around half an hour but hadn't wanted to disrupt your sleep. He lay there, rubbing his thumb across your skin soothingly and watching the way you quietly snored into his chest. You were his again, all his, and in the morning light he knew his earlier thought of never letting you go would be his sole purpose in life.

Your nose scrunched as you woke. You opened your eyes to see Sam looking back at you. You smiled to him, a gesture that he returned.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked, your voice only slightly above a whisper. Sam craned his neck to place a kiss on your lips.

“Just thinking to myself how lucky I am that I get to wake up to this.” Sam mumbled into you. You wiggled your body up so that your faces were level with each other, smiling sweetly. You felt like a teenager again, feeling like nothing mattered other than the person you were with. Sam's hands fell to your hips.

The kiss was growing deeper, more passionate. Your own hands found their home on the back of Sam's neck. Your mouths moved in sync and you felt the need crawl up into you. You ground your hips into him, resulting in a groan from Sam. His hands traveled from your hips, up to your waist, moving under your shirt. He lifted the fabric up and over your head, exposing the top half of your body to the morning light. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before moving down to your breasts. He cupped one in his hands and kissed the other, eyeing the necklace he had given you for your birthday that lay in between the mounds. You closed your eyes as he kneaded the soft skin. Your hands tangled in his hair.

“Sam,” you breathed out, almost against your will. His response was to move his free hand down, dipping past the waistband of your pajamas. He felt the arousal leaking from you and smirked to himself.

“All of this for me, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your skin. He rubbed circles on your clit with two fingers.

“Of,” you began, but hissed in pleasure when he began to touch you, “of course.” You finished your sentence just as Sam pushed the two fingers into you. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep a loud moan from escaping. Sam moved his fingers in and out of you, occasionally nipping at the skin on your chest. You rolled your hips into him, desperate for release.

You were doing a pretty good job of keeping the noises at a low volume until Sam started to use his thumb to rub circles onto your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. A loud whimper erupted from your lips. Sam's hand that held your breast shot to cover your mouth, something you were grateful for. While Sam loved hearing the effect he had on you, he knew that he could risk drawing attention to your room. Between Dean and Bobby roaming the house, there was no way he could let you be as loud as he wanted.

Sam felt you tighten around his fingers as your orgasm grew closer. This only encouraged him further. It was a sight, the two of you intertwined in each other. Your hands in his hair, his hands in their respective places on your mouth and hidden in your pants. A final moan from you vibrated against Sam as your body tingled in the intense pleasure of your release. Sam helped you through it, only pulling his fingers out of you once your body relaxed.

You pulled your fingers from Sam's hair. Sam stayed where he was, opting to lay his head on your naked chest instead of returning to his place next to you.

“I missed you.” You said to him. You meant it in every way, not just from the revelation over the years that no one would be able to touch you in the way that Sam did. His chuckle shook both of your bodies and he looked up at you.

“You missed me?” He repeated your words in a questioning tone, an air of suggestive teasing sparkling across his eyes. You rolled your own eyes at him and looked away, leaving him unanswered.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” Sam offered before pulling you up with him.

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It had turned out Dean and Bobby left to go into town for supplies for a project you had no interest in remembering about. This information came from a note that was taped to your door. It was perfect, just the thing you and Sam needed after your eventful morning. You both slipped into the bathroom. Under the excuse of ‘saving time’, it was decided that the pair of you would shower together.

With the shower running to heat the water, you and Sam stripped. It had been a while since the two of you had been completely naked in front of each other. Sam had grown from that awkward, lanky boy into a filled out man. Your eyes raked over his body, tempted to ask for a round two. Sam ran his tongue across his lips at the sight of you. You were so beautiful, that's all he could think as he followed you into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.

Sam let you stand under the water first. He watched while you wet your hair with closed eyes. When you opened your eyes to see him, it was your turn to smirk. You beckoned him to you with a finger. It took no hesitation for him to rush to you, taking you into his arms. You squealed out a giggle when he crashed his lips into yours. You knew then that this shower was about to last a lot longer than expected.

Sam bit down on your lip, not harsh enough to draw blood but still enough to make you gasp. You felt yourself be lifted up. Your back was against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around Sam's waist as he pushed himself into you. You groaned at how he filled you, causing Sam to pause in alarm.

“Move. Please.” You broke the kiss to pant out. Sam responded by reclaimed your lips and moving his hips steadily. You moaned into him as he found the perfect angle and pace to fuck you in.

“So perfect, baby, the best fucking pussy I've ever had.” Sam muttered as his hips slammed against yours. His voice made the butterflies in your stomach flutter to life. When you clenched around him, he moaned.

“God, you do that again and it'll make this the quickest I've ever come.” Sam's fingers dug into the soft of your hips. The back and forth pressure of his pubic bone on your clit as just enough to send you into overdrive.

“Sam,” you mumbled. This only made him speed up his movements.

“Say my name, baby.” Sam rested his head on the wall next to yours as he pounded into you.

“Sam, S-Sam, Sam,” you repeated his name over and over, feeling yourself growing closer to your second orgasm of the day. Sam felt his own coming onto him and the sound of his name on your tongue helped him keep you both upright through the pleasure.

It dawned on you then that even with how many times Sam had told you he loved you through the night, you had never responded with the same words. You weren't scared to say them, not anymore.

“I love you, Sam. I,” you swallowed when he angled his hips just slightly more upright to drive into just the right spot, “oh my god, I love you so much.”

That was Sam's undoing, hearing you say those words to him. When you felt him spill into you, it brought on your own release. His pace slowed, turning sloppy. When he stopped, still sheathed inside you, you placed a kiss behind his ear. As you both tried to catch your breath, the sound of the bathroom door opening was drowned out by the stream of the shower. It wasn't until Dean called your name that his presence was known to you. Sam whipped his head up, holding his breath. You tensed and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Yeah?” You answered, praying to God or whatever greater force there was that he would leave the room quickly.

“I've just gotta grab something quick, don't come out.” Dean spoke loud enough for you to hear. He looked for the item, his wallet that he had left on the counter by the sink. The clothes on the floor caught his eye on his way out. There were yours, as expected, but the black long sleeve piled on a pair of sweatpants were, without a doubt, not belonging to you. He knew instantly who they had come off of and smirked playfully to himself. He knew Bobby was still outside, which was for the best. The old man would probably have a heart attack if he found out his little girl had been defiled in their shower.

“Have a good morning, Sam?” Dean asked cheekily. Sam hung his head low and breathed out in embarrassment. You hummed out a sound, disappointed in the fact you had been caught.

“Uh… yeah.” Sam replied sheepishly, clearing his throat. Dean laughed at the obvious discomfort from his brother.

“Bobby's outside, we've gotta run out again, but we'll be back soon. You jackrabbits better be decent before then.” Those were Dean's final parting words before the bathroom door was swung shut, leaving you and Sam to stare at each other. You burst out a laugh, the interaction suddenly seeming not as terrifying as you had imagined.

“He knows?” You asked Sam, assuming Dean already had some kind of prior knowledge that Sam would try to make up with you.

“He knows.” Sam nodded, his own face breaking out in a smile. He pulled out of you and guided you into a standing position. The water was lukewarm, the hot water steadily running low. You both finished showering, taking turns washing each other's backs. Sam had ended up using your shampoo, making him smell like a flower rather than the musky scent he usually wore.

Once finished, you gathered up two towels, handing one to Sam. Sam wrapped his around his waist while you let yours envelope your body. Your twin morning routines were performed together, brushing your teeth side by side, you patting moisturizer into your face while Sam watched. Your paths split off when you went to your room to get dressed and Sam entered his own to do the same.

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You and Sam were in the kitchen when the other men arrived home. You were prepping for dinner, even with it being hours away. You had Sam chopping onions while you added spices to the chicken in the glass pan. Bobby walked over to you, bags in hand, and looked into the pan.

“Finally awake?” He asked. He had gotten up before you and hadn't seen you all morning, which was unusual. “We missed ya at breakfast.”

“Had a long night, Dad.” You replied and let Sam reach around you to pour the diced onions into the dish. You wanted to kiss him, but knew you needed to have a talk with your father before any PDA ensued. Dean scoffed at your words, a smirk coming across his face.

“Yeah, I bet.” Dean chimed in, which earned him glares from you and Sam. Bobby, seemingly oblivious to the suggestive tone in his voice, chuckled at your response.

“One of them books keepin’ ya up again?” Bobby offered, giving you the perfect excuse. You had complained a few times before of the exhaustion you had felt after staying up reading all night. You were a frequent flyer at the local library, often times spending a day there reading or talking quietly with the librarians.

“Yep.” You smiled out and washed your hands before covering the glass pan with aluminum foil. You placed it in the refrigerator to let the chicken marinate before you would cook it later that night.

Bobby and Dean excused themselves from the room, muttering something about patching up some siding on the house. Ah. That was right. There had been some animal getting at the side of the house, causing some of the siding to get pulled up out of place. You hummed out a ‘see you later’ as they left to the outside, leaving you and Sam alone again.

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His lips were on you again. It had started out innocent enough, just a small peck once you were sure it was just you and Sam. It was when he kissed you back with that same need from earlier when it escalated. Now, he had you sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs while your lips moved against each other's. You rested your hands on Sam's sides under his shirt, brushing your thumbs across his ribs. It was dangerous, being so close out in the open. Even more dangerous when Sam pulled you body closer to him so there was no space between.

You hummed into him when you felt his fingertips on your spine. All you felt was Sam. His skin, his warmth, his love. All of it. The rest of the world was nothing when you had him with you. Maybe someone else would think you were moving too fast, doing too much for just having reconnected with a lost love. You just figured you were making up for lost time. Plus, it’s not like anyone would be losing their clothes. Not in the kitchen anyways. You pulled away from Sam and could have sworn a small whine vibrated in his throat.

“Upstairs.” You whispered, not because you were afraid of anyone overhearing, you just didn’t want to break the heat of the moment. Sam took hold of your lips again, needing to kiss you before any relocating occurred. Just as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, you heard the voice of the last person in the world you wanted to see in that moment.

“What in the Sam Hill!” Bobby’s voice cut right through the tension in the room. You ripped away from Sam, your wide eyes settling on your father. Bobby’s face was a mixture of shock and anger. Shock that you were wrapped up in the same boy that, as far as he knew, you hadn’t said more than three words to since his arrival, and anger at the sight of his daughter, his one and only baby girl, being in such a position. He wasn’t mad at you. No, he could never feel anger towards you. He was mad at the man that still had his hands under your shirt. Dean came into view behind Bobby, his pleasant expression dropping when he was able to see what Bobby was seeing.

“What the hell are you doing to my little girl, Samuel?!” Bobby exclaimed out, shaking you from your paralyzed state. You scrambled off the counter after Sam took a few steps backwards and away from you. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you dashed to your room. It wasn’t until you slammed your door shut that you remembered you had practically left Sam to the wolves downstairs. You were tempted to go back down there when you heard your father yelling out questions to Sam, but the sound of Dean defending his brother told you he was fine. You turned to sit on your bed and pulled your knees to your chest.

Why? Why had he decided to walk in at that time? It’s not like you were going to hide the relationship forever. You weren’t an immature teen anymore. You just needed to have that talk with Bobby first before anything. You had never brought home a boy, not that there were any boys other than Sam to bring home. He had been your first everything. First crush, first kiss, first boyfriend, first sexual partner. You had been flirted with since he left by a handful of people. First it had been your senior year lab partner, then the waiter at a diner in town, then some guy at the library, and there had been that one new hire in the police department that had dared to come up to you in front of Bobby. You had deemed none of them good enough to fill the hole Sam had left in you.

This had to have been the biggest shock of Bobby’s life. You chewed on the inside of your cheek while listening to the volume downstairs slowly decrease with every word. You knew your father would come around to the idea of you and Sam, but the guilt of him having to find out like this had you questioning why you had waited. You knew, though, that you wanted to sit him down in the evening when everything died down and he had finished his day. Maybe you should have just done it when he first came home.

The sound of your door opening broke you from your thoughts. You turned your head to the door to view the visitor. Your eyes fell to the floor when you saw it was Bobby entering with a weary smile. You refused to look up at him, even when you felt the mattress dip down with his weight on it. No one said anything for a minute, which felt like it lasted eons. Finally, your voice broke the silence.

“Are you mad at me?” Your voice cracked towards the end of the question, fearing he was disappointed in you. Bobby placed a hand on yours, where it was holding your shoulder. You looked at him then. The expression on his face, one of fatherly love and adoration, calmed your nerves instantly.

“I ain’t mad.” Bobby answered, shaking his head. You breathed out in relief, but knew that wasn’t the end of the conversation.

“Sam? Really? That punk idjit?” Bobby questioned. You laughed weakly, knowing Bobby loved Sam as much as you did.

“I’ve always loved him.” You let your body relax and stretched your legs out on the bed. Bobby didn’t look shocked to hear this and you wondered if Sam had said the same. You wished you knew what Sam had said to him, if only to make it easier to steer the conversation in a productive direction.

“I figured as much.” Bobby sighed out. It was then you decided to just come clean about it all. You would leave out that morning, both in your bed and in the shower, obviously. You moved closer to him, making it so that you were sitting directly next to him.

“This all started on my birthday, my sixteenth.” You began, making Bobby furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Wait, you lot kept this from me for five years?” He questioned you with raised eyebrows.

“No, no.” You took in a breath before continuing, praying you weren’t going to make anything worse. “When Sam left for college, he, um…” You didn’t want to say the words out loud to your father. Bobby wasn’t dumb. He put it together in his mind and his jaw set in irritation.

“He ignored ya.” Bobby’s voice was firm. He remembered that time, that chunk of months when you moped around the house like a kicked puppy. He didn’t know what had happened and you didn’t tell him. He hadn’t known why back then, but now it all made sense. He should have seen that you just so happened to dull down after the call from Dean that Sam was gone. It all made sense now. He was going to kill that kid.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know how to continue. After a few moments of silence, you cleared your throat.

“Please don’t be mad at him. Please. It was my mess to handle, and everything worked out. Everything’s fine now.” Your voice held a begging tone.

“I hope you gave him hell, darlin'.” Bobby was gruff with his words. You let out another weak laugh, remembering how you had made Sam pay for his actions.

“I almost shot him.” It was Bobby’s turn to laugh.

“Good, good.” Bobby nodded his head in approval. That was his girl. With the information he was given, Bobby still had one more question. He turned to you, face screwed up in pure curious disgust.

“On the counter?” Bobby’s question made you wince. You were quick to shake your head in defense.

“We were only kissing, Dad. It won’t happen again.” You promised him, which earned you a grateful nod. Silence fell over you two again. Bobby hesitated before saying his next words.

“You’re grown, I know that. I also know grown ups involve themselves in…” he chose his next word carefully, “situations.” You knew exactly where he was going with this. The Talk. He had never given it to you. He didn’t think he had a reason to, but he assumed now would be when you really needed it. Your eyes widened in horror.

“Stop!” You blurted out, not wanting to hear another word he had to say on the topic. Bobby appreciated the escape from the conversation, but was still worried for you. He opened his mouth to ask if you knew everything - even though you were twenty one, which was far old enough to know at least the basics - but you stopped him.

“Mrs. Turner gave me the talk when she caught me and Sam the first time.” The sentence spilled out before you had a chance to think about them all. You cringed when Bobby’s mouth fell open in shock.

“The first time?!” Bobby then thought about the first part of your sentence. Mrs. Turner had been your neighbor growing up. Unfortunately for you, she wasn’t anymore. “Mrs. Turner died when you were sixteen.” Bobby recalled.

“It was a few months before that.” You admitted. “I guess we sent her to her grave?” You added with a sheepish smile in an attempt to lessen the blow the information would give your father. Bobby’s hand found a home over his heart as if he was calming himself.

“Oh Lord.” He muttered out.

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It was the end of dinner time now. The scent of cooked chicken still wafted through the air as you and Sam cleaned up the table. After your talk with Bobby, you had rejoined Sam and Dean downstairs, where they waited in the living room. You didn’t have to hide your love for Sam anymore, much to the dismay of Dean and Bobby everytime you chose to place an innocent kiss on Sam. They were happy for you both, but kind of missed when the PDA was nonexistent.

You handed Sam a rag to wipe the table down with and carried a stack of bowls to the sink. You felt arms wrap around you while the sink filled with the soapy water. Sam would be helping you with dishes tonight. Unlike the help Dean had given you, this night would be filled with Sam standing as close to you as possible. Sam stretched his neck down and around to kiss your lips. You tasted of the strawberry pie you had made for dessert.

“I love you.” Sam told you, his hold unwavering when you reached to turn the faucet off. You smiled and licked your lips.

“I love you too.” You responded and gave him one last kiss before grabbing a sponge.

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catharticconsolation · 1 day ago

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depollute me, pretty baby

carmen berzatto x reader (teen au!)

smut mdni

virgin!reader x virgin!carmy

notes/ warnings: first time sex, awkwardness, family gatherings, cluelessness

a prequel to an ask about aftercare after a first hook up, should be coming soon, hopefully with a bot! this is my first time writing smut, so be prepared!

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carmen doesn't know what to do when mikey stops him mid bonfire.

it's been a nice night, just you and carmy cuddled up in a chair while you watch the feeble attempt of a fire burn in the middle of the garden, sharing a warm bottle of beer between you that's been resting between the warmth of your thighs. it's dark, and natalie has passed out asleep in a deck chair, mikey and richie both sat far too close to the fire for the two of you to hear them.

it's normal. calm. everything that carmen thought his family wasn't.

so when he slips inside to retrieve a new drink from the kitchen fridge, he's wrapped up in this cozy little bubble of serenity, socked feet shuffling against the kitchen tile. he didn't even know that michael was in the kitchen until he felt a heavy hand clap his back and a little silver and blue, square packet being slid into his hand.

a condom.

a fucking condom.

"michael, what the fuck?..," he can't stop the curse from slipping out of his mouth, brows furrowing in embarrassed disgust, backing off and away from his older brother as he looks at the condom in his hand as if it's burning through his skin.

"c'mon carm, get your dick wet for once..," it sounds crude and wrong coming out of michael's mouth, and carmen just knows that the older man is thriving off of his discomfort. "we've seen you oggling at 'em all day, carm, don't be so frigid.."

....

carmen shows it to you when he gets outside, and he's so glad that your cheeks flush the exact same way that his did. so he's not a freak.

"wait.., wait, wait... your older brother wants us to fuck?..."

"well..., yeah, i guess..," it comes out as a hum as he settles in the rocking chair beside you, holding the bottle of beer up to your lips and letting you sip.

there's always been a casual sense of intimacy between you, something sweet and touchy and lovely. but it's never been sexual. just hand holding and kissing and arm linking and hair stroking. sex seems big. hell, even making out seems big.

and it still seems big as the two of you sit on carmy's bed, trying to ignore the countless dc posters on the walls, the spying eyes of batman and starfire as they watch the two of you awkwardly manoeuvre into this odd, tangled position.

...

it took ten minutes for carmen to get your bra off, but he still insisted that he do it himself. and now, you're curled up together on top of his bed, in nothing but granny panties and boxers, just nuzzling against each other like cats.

neither of you know what to do, and yet hands start wandering. but it's slow and careful and steady. nice. and loving.

carmen's face is in your neck when your hand finds it's way into his boxers, fingers tickling down, down, down, trying to map out the shape of his half hard cock from just touch alone.

"holy fuck, i'm touching a penis..."

"peach, shut up..."

"m'sorry, it just feels different than what i imagined..., squishier.."

"my dick's not squishy.."

"yeah, it is.."

...

getting the condom on is a hassle, and you're pretty sure it's ripped by the time that carmen gets his tip to line up with your hole, the right one this time, and it snags deliciously at the little puddle of slick that sits in the groove of your entrance.

carmy moves slow, and his face is pressed right up against your cheek, hands cradling the sides of your head as he pushes in, deep.

"you okay? is it hurting? am i hurting you? i can stop.."

"carmen, i'm fine, i'm okay.. it's nice.."

silent. so awkwardly silent. just heavy breathing and shuddered breaths. until carmen lets out this guttural whine, a moan, and both of you burst into laughter, your abdomen spasming nicely, making his cock twitch and hit your walls in just the right spot.

"oh, fuck, carm, i think i'm cumming..."

that's all it takes for carmen to burst, cumming the quickest he's ever cum, a lot quicker than when it's just him, his fist, and your instagram highlights. and when he pulls out, the condom is nearly full.

"fuckin' love you.., love you, love you, love you, love you, love you..."

before you know it, there's slobbery kisses being splattered all over your face, saliva and swollen lips covering every inch of skin as he flops down on top of you, spent and tired and so utterly proud of himself.

"carmen, you're sticky!.."

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thoughtsaboutshows · 2 days ago

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Post Onyx Storm fic Drabble

ONYX STORM ENDING SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

I’ve been trying to cope and process Onyx Storm and sometimes writing helps. I don’t know if this will go anywhere as I haven’t been able to write much at all these last few days but I’m excited to see where I could go with it

DO NOT GO BWLOW THE CUT IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR ONYX STORM

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“Imogen, what the fuck happened?” When I look at her the faraway glaze to her eyes slips away as the hardness I usually see returns.

“I can’t tell you.” She snaps, crossing her arms and avoiding my eyes again.

“That’s not an option. Tell me.” I demand and my power crackles. A lightning bolt strikes outside but to her credit, she doesn't falter.

“Don’t ask that of me.” Her eyes narrow. “You have no idea what it’s been like these last few-”

“So fucking tell me. Better yet give me my memories back.”

“Even if I could do that, Sorrengail, I wouldn’t. I can’t.” She remains firm but her face has softened a bit.

“Because of him?” She doesn’t answer me and I scoff, running my hand down my face. When my fucking wedding ring catches on my nose I flinch, suddenly hit with another wave of dread. “Gods for once can your loyalty fall to me? all of you are always doing what he wants, what he says. Why can’t you do something for me?”

“I am doing this for you!” She doesn’t yell, but her rasped and desperate whisper is enough to give me pause. “They will kill you or worse if they think you have information on where they went or what they’re doing. You’re the brilliant one, Sorrengail. Don’t you think that you asked me to take your memories for a reason? Remember that. You asked me to. Riorson was in agreement but it was your idea.”

“Do you know where they are?” I ask both hopeful for answers and terrified of what they might do to her if she does. I glance down at my ring, heart lurching again. “Were you there?” I don’t have to finish for her to know what I’m talking about

“No.” She says, slightly defeated. “If i knew too much I’d have gone with them. But I’m needed here with you, as an ally, one that is loyal to them as you are.”

Right. Because who knows what Brennan or my squad will think now.

“Do you know if he was…” I pause and sniffle back tears. “If he was any bit of him when we did this?” I hold up my hand, the emerald glistening in the magelight.

Xaden had been alluding to marriage for months. I thought he’d been joking most of the time, despite both of us knowing that if we survived all this that’s where we’d end up. I had no idea he’d actually been planning it.

“Do you really think he’d ever let go of his love for you?” Imogen asks me, her voice sweet in a way I’ve never heard. “If there’s any part of him left it’s that. Plus Garrick said.” She pauses and swallows hard, shaking off grief and despair. “Before they left he said that it was as sickeningly sweet as much as it was devastating. I’m sure the two of you spewed the same romantic crap you’ve been saying for over a year.”

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tomb-of-flora · 2 days ago

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One of my favorite character types is a character who is so obviously faced with death from the beginning of the story, but just cannot seem to die. Whether the position they've been thrust into seems destined to collapse, or their death just makes the most sense from a meta perspective, I ADORE when someone pulls off keeping a character past their expiration date. Sometimes that does just mean that the storyteller made a bad choice and kept a character too long and it can be a real drag on the narrative, but when it's done right? It's the best thing ever. I love watching those characters cope with this position and with feeling to their core like they shouldn't have made it this long. The icing on the cake, of course, is how often someone (or multiple someones) died in their place to keep them around this long and left them with guilt/regret that they’ll carry through every second of their unexpectedly long lives. When someone pulls this off I want nothing more than for that character to survive to the very end of the story and to see what they make of the life they seemed fated to lose.

This is mostly about Pyrrha Dve. I think about her all the time. I think about how many characters she has outlived, despite being the cav of a ten thousand year old lyctor. Her death was subverted when the world ended and John brought her back, and it was subverted again when she wasn't fully consumed by G1deon. As a result she watched basically everyone she's ever known die from the passenger seat of the Saint of Duty. G1deon, almost all the other lyctors, and Wake all died and she's still here inhabiting the body of her oldest friend.

I spent the entirety of Nona the Ninth thinking Pyrrha was going to die. Genuinely every time she ran off to work or otherwise vanished from the view of the rest of the cast it seemed like such a sure thing that this death would be what heightened the emotional stakes for Nona and taught her firsthand the tragedy of death. Instead, she was the only survivor of her adorable little household and is once again alone as the last remaining piece of something she will never get back.

It's also about Amethar of the House of Rocks. I love the way that A Crown of Candy has so many combat encounters and betrayals that seem built with the sole purpose of sacrificing Amethar. There are so many moments that would make for a heroic, tragic death that Amethar will simply never have. He outlived every single one of his sisters and now he has to rule. And when it seems like his time stuck being a miserable king is over because his daughters who have been trained their whole lives to take his place are here? Well, he's going to have to outlive one of them too. He outlives his family, he outlives the mentor of his daughters, and he outlives every enemy that was created to kill him. And all that time you can tell he kind of wishes that he had died in battle—that he'd taken the hit for one of his sisters who had then been able to rule and raise a family in his place. But he was never going to get what made sense to him and it is his duty to carry on.

It's just such a unique tragedy that the reader/viewer gets to share with the character because there's always a very strong meta element to this character type. The reader's expectation and the character's are so often the same as both are waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's a fun reflection on expectation and what it seems like is supposed to happen. And it's such a great recipe for lingering tragedy when done correctly.

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sunlightwoo · 13 hours ago

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lily of the valley - sim jaeyun

✁ pairing: non-idol!jake x g.n reader

✁ genre: fluff, slight angst, established relationship warnings: nothing but cuteness aggression, and mentions of reader feeling as though they aren't able to love/to be loved

✁ wc: 974

✁ a/n: hi everyone!! this is my first fic in a while as im getting back into the rhythm of writing for bigger pieces to be released this year, so i hope you guys liked this as much as i liked it!! but happy 6 years to sunlightwoo, and thank you to everyone who's ever supported this blog after so long <3 i hope that from here on out i can finally put out the stories that i've been holding off on writing and posting on here for you guys to read! lastly thank you @quaissants for beta reading <3 and also again if you guys wanna join my permanent taglist, or this series' taglist, just shoot me a message/ask or click here!!

now playing: [lily of the valley by daniel] | part of the because i love you series

The silence of the night brought you reassurance after a long day of just thinking to exhaustion. You weren’t sure why today had felt different than any others, when you had done nothing different from your daily routine, but there was a heavy feeling settling in your chest as you looked out your window to the moon. Something didn’t feel complete after a long day that you had, and maybe the moon had the answers to it.

The sound of the front door opening breaks you away from your trance, but you didn’t have the energy to get up from your spot on your balcony. You already knew who entered your home, and it was the quick footsteps that were pacing to your bedroom that slowly made the smile that was starting to appear on your face. Those steps started to slow the same time that you took a deep breath and turned around to face your lover with a small smile, arms wrapped around yourself as you were bracing yourself in the cold with one of your spare blankets.

But it didn’t surprise him at all. What did was the small smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes at all.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen when you met with your parents today?” He asked quietly, slowly taking steps closer to where you had stood on the balcony and you shook your head in response.

“Can you just hold me for a bit, please?”

Your question threw him off guard for a moment, knowing that in all your years of dating, you were never often the first to initiate physical affection like now. It was something that you had struggled to express at first in the beginning stages of your relationship, but you came to a comfortable peace with it as time went on with Jake being the one to show you what it was like to love slowly.

Feeling his arms wrap around you, the heaviness that was once in your chest finally feels as though it were lifting from its shackle on your heart and that you could breathe once again. The both of you rock back and forth underneath the moonlight as he softly hums a small tune that you recognized from the radio that played the other day when you were both driving back from meeting with his family.

It reminded you of the reason you might’ve been so distant with your own mind today, when everybody had asked when you and Jake were going to get married. The both of you had answered them all with shy giggles and brushed off comments of when the time feels right, then it’ll happen since you were both still young. But these last few days had made you think about it more, when you slowly came to realize that you did want to marry him at some point of your life.

Which was why you had the rock sitting quite prettily on your finger with a small smile on your face. He had proposed to you just last night in the early morning hues with the sun shining in on the both of you. It was quiet, but you were both lounging around lazily considering it was a day off for the two of you. Jake felt it was the perfect time to propose when you were both talking about how you were so happy with living in the house that you both moved into just a year ago from yesterday.

Thinking about that moment, you remembered that you used to dislike the idea of marriage, seeing as though it was a specific point in your life where you might never meet the right person, and it scared you, leaving your walls up around your heart and wary of those around you. However, Jake had always proven you wrong and it was times like right now where you couldn’t wait to be with him for the rest of your life.

“You know that I love you, right? My first and last love…” Jake mumbles into your hair as he squeezes you just a little bit tighter at the waist, and you nodded in response into his chest, pulling away slightly to look up at him with a smile.

His eyes met with yours and this time, he could see a little twinkle in your eyes as your smile finally met with them. You notice how there were dark bags forming underneath his eyes from working longer these days, but you could tell that this time there was something hidden behind them as he stared into yours. Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you squeeze them a bit affectionately and start pecking kisses across them from the moment that you felt your heart swell from how much you had loved him.

You wouldn’t know where you would be without him, had you not met that fateful day at the park, but you also knew that it was fate that led you right into his arms.

Right where it was meant to be.

“I love you too, Jake. I’ll keep loving until the lilies in my heart die out.” You reply softly, and he presses a small kiss against your forehead with a smile on his face.

The lilies in your heart were mentioned a long time ago when you were on your first few dates, as you remembered telling him about a poem you once wrote about the flower growing in an empty valley. It reminded you of how you wished for your heart, in reference to the lily, to grow with time with feelings that were as pure as love can be.

And it seems like you had already found it, with the man whose arms are tightly embracing you until the end of time.

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writing-until-i-drop · 23 hours ago

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 22

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

Jake misses Christmas, Rooster realizes a few things

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Previous Chapter

The first couple of weeks had been hard on everyone. Natasha and I had spent the first few days curled up in one bed, then she had slept over with Javy more often than not. Proving to the world that Tasha and I were right when we said that Bob was the best person in the world, he had let me sleep over on his couch whenever I felt like it, which had been quite often. We would watch old movies and order take out, ending the night the same way every time by looking at dog pictures.

I was doing…okay, all things considered. Until Harvey sent a text asking if I was still coming to Iowa for Christmas. Sure, I knew Christmas was coming, it was hard to miss the decorations everywhere, but it hadn’t really sunk in that Jake wouldn’t be there until that moment. Somehow I had managed to get through the call without crying, confirming that I would take a flight up in a few days to spend Christmas with them. Seeing my nieces would help distract from the pain of Jake being away and I would be able to spoil them rotten with presents.

But today seemed to be the day of overwhelming phone calls because as soon as I was done with Harvey, my agent, Jason, called.

“Heya, D. How’s the draft coming along?” I rolled my eyes, laying back in my bed. Jake’s pillow still smelled like him, mostly because Javy had stolen Jake’s cologne for me to spray on it, and I found myself sleeping on it more often than my own.

“You’ll get the pages when I’m ready to share them, nosy,” He laughed. I could imagine him sitting with his feet up on his desk, tie hanging loose around his neck. “How’s the scheduling for the book tour coming? Any way we could do it in the next six months?” Keep busy. That’s what Penny had said to do and being away from the apartment for a month or two, every second of my day being directed by Jason and Grace, would be the perfect way to keep my mind occupied.

“You’re never this eager to do a book tour,” Jason laughed again. “I can schedule something out for March, four months should be enough time to book everything. Grace will be ecstatic, I’ll call her once we hang up. Ooh, I could conference her, one sec.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Whaddya want, Jason?” Grace’s thick Jersey accent came over the line and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

“Our little angel is on the call, she wants to do a book tour.” Grace gasped,

“Hell must have frozen over, good lord. Daisy, is this true?”

“It’s true, dang, you two don’t have to act like I physically run away from you guys to avoid public engagements.” As soon as I said it, I knew what Jason was going to bring up.

“Do you remember Tucson?”

“Nevermind, proceed with the roasting,” I groaned, “I deserve that.” Grace and Jason began to regale me with all of the times I had claimed to have a cold or a headache to get out of events.

There was still no news on whether or not they would be able to talk with Jake and Rooster during the deployment, so Penny had told me to write letters but not send them. Letters from loved ones were notorious for getting lost, so it was more of just an exercise in letting out my emotions. So that’s what I spent my flight to Minnesota doing, writing out letters in the cursive scrawl Jake had once called pretty, detailing how much I missed him, what was going on at home, and other random thoughts that popped into my mind.

My suitcase was filled with presents and enough warm clothes to survive the drastic weather shift. Christmas wasn’t the same without snow and I was happy to see that Minnesota had gotten the memo, the ground being covered in inches of the powdery whiteness.

“Auntie Daisy!” Sarah screeched, waving excitedly beside her sister, Haley, who was also waving. Harvey looked good, his ginger mustache waxed into a handlebar, wearing matching Christmas sweaters with his wife Emma, whose blond hair was held up

“Hey there, babies!” I sweep both of them into a tight hug, letting their giggles wash over me, the love making me feel warm from head to toe.

“It’s so good to see you, DeeDee,” Harvey pulled me into a hug, kissing my temple, his mustache tickling me. “It’s been way too long.”

“God, did you get even taller?” Harvey had long surpassed my height but it was still fun to tease him, “Emma, you must be feeding him well.” I hugged my sister-in-law with a grin,

“You know me, Harvey’s been doing all the cooking. I’m glad you’re here though, his cooking’s got nothing on yours.”

“I see what this is,” I laughed, feeling lighter than I had since Jake left. “Invite me here just so I’ll make lasagna for you.” God did it feel good to be around family.

The days until Christmas were filled with festive activities with the girls, going sledding, building snowmen, making homemade hot chocolate and marshmallows, and decorating too many gingerbread cookies for my wrists to handle. On Christmas, after everyone had gone to bed, Harvey and I had sat down on the couch one night with hot toddies and gingerbread cookies, curled up under blankets.

“So, how’s everything been going with that pilot of yours?” Harvey sipped his mug of tea and bourbon. I smiled, feeling a tinge of sadness thinking about Jake. When did I go from being completely opposed to a relationship to being so stupidly in love that I couldn’t go a few days without missing one person?

“He wants to get married,” Harvey’s expression took on that of a teenage girl who just got told Taylor Swift was coming to town.

“Oh my God! That’s so exciting, I mean, do you want to get married?” His excitement was understandable, I had loudly proclaimed my resistance to get married many times in the past, much to my brother’s disappointment. My face must have given the answer away because he gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. “Oh my God, you do.”

“Kind of want to have kids too, one or two of them, watch them run around with the girls and have fun.” Harvey looked like he was about to pass out from happiness. Honestly, I had never thought that I would end up being this happy in my life, not since the day our parents died, and it was kind of surreal to even be voicing this aloud, especially to Harvey. “Kind of want to be Mrs. Daisy Seresin when he gets home from wherever the hell he is.”

“Stop grinding your teeth, you’ll get a headache,” I reminded Hangman for the third time that day. Poor guy had been on edge since the moment we got on the ship and I was under strict instructions from Daisy to keep an eye on him. “One day at a time, man, we’ll get through this.”

What we had assumed would be a standard deployment, hanging out on the ship, flying recon or just for practice, and getting to call home every night, had turned out to be a top-secret mission that needed them on standby just in case. This meant that there would be no phone calls home, no letters unless sent through command staff, and not knowing what was going on unless they got the go. The uncertainty of it all was killing me but nowhere near as bad as it was Jake.

I understood. I mean, he wanted to get back to his girl. Back to Daisy, who, if I was being honest, was way out of his league. They were clearly in love, the kind of love that no one could deny or question, and again, if I was being honest, I couldn’t help but be a little jealous of. Though, both of us going insane being separated from our partners probably would’ve resulted in a stolen jet and joint court-marshalling for being AWOL and theft of government property. So maybe it was a good thing that I wasn’t in love.

“This is going to be the longest six months of my life,” Jake groaned, unclenching his jaw. I crossed my fingers that Daisy would somehow get letters to Jake through command, for my own sanity if nothing else.

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akookminsupporter · 1 day ago

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There’s a photo—or, well, I guess it's a screenshot from this clip—that happens to be one of my absolute favourite pictures of Jimin and Jungkook. This clip itself is one of my favourites of the two of them for two reasons.

The first reason, and probably the most obvious one if you’re someone who pays attention to details, is how perfectly their outfits are coordinated. It’s like they’re matching but not in a way that’s too deliberate or forced. They’re both wearing the same colours, but the way those colours are used or styled is slightly different in each of their outfits. Jimin and Jungkook do this quite often—whether it’s a coincidence or intentional, who knows?

If you think about it, they’ve always had this knack for wearing the same colour palette. Over the last few years, they’ve even started leaning towards a similar overall style of clothing. The main difference is that Jungkook’s outfits tend to be noticeably more oversized, while Jimin’s clothes are oversized as well, just not to the same extreme. But in general, their styles are so alike that it’s hard not to notice. They both gravitate towards neutral tones—white, black, greys, and the occasional earthy tones. Jimin, however, is a bit more adventurous when it comes to colours. He’ll sometimes add a pop of something unexpected, but even then, he stays within a very sophisticated, monochromatic or neutral vibe.

This makes it pretty common to see them with outfits that feel unintentionally coordinated. Sure, other members also dress similarly from time to time—for example, Yoongi often wears neutral tones, too but you wouldn't immediately say he coordinated his outfit with Jimin or Jungkook or both.

Now, the second reason I love this clip has more to do with the phrase written on the back of Jungkook’s bomber jacket. If you take it from the perspective of what we believe their relationship might be, that phrase feels incredibly meaningful. It almost seems to capture how they have to navigate the world they’re in. For people like them—living under constant scrutiny, with so much pressure on their shoulders—it must be incredibly isolating at times. And yet, the phrase on his jacket seems to reflect the idea that, no matter how hard or lonely it gets, they’ve got each other.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’ve always thought that phrase encapsulates so much about who they are and how they seem to handle things together. From the way I see them, there’s this unspoken connection between them—a sense that they just get each other on a level that’s hard to explain.

This connection goes beyond clothes or coordinated outfits. Jimin and Jungkook seem to share so many things in terms of their personalities, tastes, and even their thought processes. Out of all the members, I feel like this is something almost unique to them. It’s not just fans who notice it, either. The other members have commented on it, sometimes confusing one for the other or saying that either one of them could’ve done or said something because they’re so similar. Even their laughter sounds alike, especially when they’re together. It’s one of those little things that feels so endearing and makes you wonder just how much time they’ve spent together to develop such similarities.

Can you imagine what they’ll be like once they’ve finished their military service? I can’t wait for all the behind-the-scenes content that’s bound to come out when the group starts promoting together again.

At the end of the day, their dynamic feels so special. Whether it’s through their coordinated outfits, shared laughter, or the way they just seem to click, there’s something about them that’s completely unique. It’s one of the reasons why moments like this clip—and even something as simple as a photo from it—stick with me. It’s not just about how they look together but about everything they represent.

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rekino2114 · 9 hours ago

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How about Accidentally switching jerseys with the Manshine City girls?

Accidentally switching jerseys with the manshine city girls

A/n:Technically, I should have done the same prompt but with the bastard münchen girls first, but since there are a lot more characters there, I'll just do that next Sunday and do this first. Also I did male reader for this since that's how I did it in the pxg post but sorry if that's not what you wanted (also if the anon who requested the same thing with the bastard münchen girls reads this I'd like it if you let me know if you want male or gn reader)

Fem!seishiro nagi

"Hey nagi"

"............."

"Nagi!"

"............."

"NAGI!!!"

"..........."

Fed up with her friend ignoring her rei sighed and took the phone out of Nagi's hands

"Wha- hey I was playing, give it back"

"You can't use the phone we're literally about to go on the field"

Nagi sighed heavily and reassumed her permanent bored expression

"Do I really have to play? I don't feel like it"

"Why?"

"I wanna play games. I almost have enough points to go up a rank....if you give me my phone"

"I already said no, take it up with Prince if you don't wanna play"

"No.....talking with him would be such a hassle.....can you do it?"

"No"

The white haired girl sighed once against as she put her hands behind her head and started laying down on the floor of the changing room

"The team we're fighting is so weak though, I don't care about them. Going up against weak people is such a hassle"

She closed her eyes as rei looked at her annoyed before coming up with an idea

"But if you play you can impress y/n"

At the mention of your name, nagi opened one eye with as much interest as her expression could show

"Imagine how impressed he'd be if he saw you doing your best even against weaker teams, I'm sure he'll love you even more"

Nagi's mind drifted to all the cuddles and gaming sessions you would give her if she impressed you, so she decided to stand up and face rei

"OK I'll do it"

".........wait really?"

"Yeah, for y/n"

"Oh.....ok.......it was that easy?"

"What?"

"Nothing"

"OK.......do you think y/n would be more impressed if I did a bicycle kick or if I trap the ball really cool like usual?"

"I....don't know, just see during the game"

"Hm, I'll probably do both"

"OK, so put on the jersey and let's go"

"Oh........can you help me find it?"

".....isn't it in your bag?"

"Yeah......can you help me find it?"

"You.....you don't know where it is?"

"To be honest, I just took my phone out of it and threw it somewhere, I forgot where"

".............."

After a while of searching for nagi's bag (while the girl in question did absolutely nothing to help) rei found it thrown under one of the benches with most of the content spilled out of it so she just took the jersey that was nearby and gave it to her friend

"Oh thanks"

"It's.....nothing just put it on"

"......can you help me?"

".......what?"

"Can you help me put it on?"

".......if you tell me y/n helps you put your clothes on I swear i'll-"

"Why are you making it sound like such a big deal? He already saw all of my body"

"Yeah ok but.......why?"

"Putting clothes on is-"

"Such a hassle?......nevermind it's my fault for asking"

".....so are you gonna-"

"No"

The lazy genius sighed and finally started to put the jersey on. When she was finished, she looked at rei and gave her a thumbs up

"Finally. Let's go-......."

"Is something wrong?"

"......that's not your jersey is it?"

".....what?"

"Look it's so tight, the number on the shorts is not even yours"

Nagi looked down at her body and noticed what her friend was talking about

"Oh yeah......this is y/n's"

"......what?"

"The number, it's y/n's"

"....and why was y/n's jersey in your bag?"

"Probably cause it's actually his"

"I.......I won't ask anymore questions, just go switch jerseys"

"......can I not? It would be such a ha-"

"Please nagi just go"

"........fine"

Nagi went outside of her locker room and into yours, where she found you talking with some other teammates and approached you

"Oh hey nagi what are you-"

"Give me your jersey"

".......what?"

"We switched, this is yours"

"Oh did we? Sorry"

"It's not your fault, can you help me take this off though......please?"

"Oh ok"

You looked at your other friends for a bit and awkwardly told them to look away which they did, so you helped nagi put her clothes on, which she rewarded you for with a cheek kiss, and put yours on too

"OK we're done now"

"Cool"

"Let's go"

"Yeah......thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's nothing sei, I would do any for you"

"....me too....as long as it's not too much of a hassle"

You laughed a bit and kissed her forehead as she held your hand while walking through the door

Fem!reo mikage

"Can you believe it? She continued hitting on him even after he told her he was taken"

".............."

"I swear every time y/n and I hang out there's some girl wanting to get with him, I get he's hot but he's mine!"

"............"

"Hey nagi, are you listening?"

".......not really"

Rei sighed and looked back at nagi, who was completely focused on her phone as always

"Whatever"

She grabbed a hair tie and looked at herself in the mirror before starting to style her hair in a bun

"By the way, do you know any restaurants nearby? I wanted to bring y/n somewhere nice tonight"

"Oh, can I come too?"

".....it's a date, like for me and y/n.....only"

"Oh.....I can bring my boyfriend too, then we can have a double date"

".......You're doing this just because I'm going to pay and you want free food right?"

"....yeah, you always say yes when I ask you for money to spend on dates anyway, this shouldn't be different"

"I guess.....fine you can come just don't disturb me and y/n too much"

Nagi hummed in approval and cheered a bit because she got another kill in the game.

"Yay! Kill streak! I think I got a new record of kills"

"Hehe, that's nice"

When she finished styling her hair rei looked one last time in the mirror and turned back towards nagi

"OK I'm ready, we can go now"

Her friend nodded, and the two of them started walking towards the field, stopping once they saw chigiri stretching on the sideline

"hi chigiri"

"Oh, hi nagi, rei, what's up?"

"Nothing much.....y/n isn't here yet?"

"No, he said he couldn't find.....his jersey, hey rei do you mind turning around?"

"Eh? Why?"

"I wanna check something"

The chameleons girl did as chigiri said and she was met with a sigh coming from behind her

"So that's where it is"

"What?"

"Y/n's jersey, you're wearing it?"

"...............I AM?"

"Yep, I genuinely have no idea how you didn't figure it out before"

"Nagi! You were behind me this whole time, why didn't you say anything?"

Nagi, who had in the meantime sat on one of the benches and started playing again, looked up from her phone slightly to see her friend's angry expression, only to look back down immediately after

"Ah.....it was an accident? I thought it was something you decided together or something like that"

"....and you still didn't say anything?"

The lazy genius simply shrugged as the mikage heir's anger quickly subsided as she was very familiar with nagi's attitude having known her for this long

"I'll just go give this to him"

"Yeah, good idea"

Rei went to the men's locker room, where she found you still looking around for your jersey

".....heyyyy darling....can I tell you something"

"Oh hi rei, sure"

".......I might have actually taken your jersey"

"........I see"

"It was an accident, I'm sorry I don't even know how it happened"

"It's fine, I don't mind"

You took out her own jersey that you found in your bag, and she did the same as you started changing

"How much do you want for the inconvenience?"

"What do you mean?"

"That was probably pretty frustrating. I can pay you back if you want....literally"

"Oh no it's fine"

"If you're worried about me or something don't be, you know I'd spend all my money on you"

"No no you really don't need to"

You pressed a kiss to rei's cheek, which caused the purple haired girl to blush

"All I need is you"

"......fine but tomorrow I'm taking you shopping and you can't say no"

You giggled as you two held hands and started walking forward

"I guess I can't complain about that"

Fem!hyoma chigiri

Everything was relatively chill in the manshine city's women changing room, nagi was on her phone as usual, and rei was watching her play

"Oh look a rare item"

"Ohhhh so lucky"

The two high fived as they focused more on the game......however their focus was broken by an angry chigiri storming out of the bathroom

"OK which one of you took my hair conditioner?"

"......what?"

"It's not in my bag, so one of you must have taken it"

"No I mean, why are you styling your hair before a match, like right before, you already put your jersey on"

"Cause I need to, I can't go there with trashy hair, especially if y/n's there"

"Does he really care that much?"

"Well I do, and I care about the thousands of spectators who will see us, how can we look like the power couple we are if we don't look absolutely stunning?"

".....ok....anyway it wasn't us, my hair is already naturally beautiful-"

"That's debatable at best"

Rei narrowed her gaze at chigiri but continued talking

"And nagi doesn't really....do body care without her boyfriend"

A sigh escaped chigiri's lips as she turned around and went in the bathroom

"Fine I guess I should look more closely"

"Wait chigiri, did you ask prince to change numbers or something?"

"No why?"

"........can you move your hair out of the way?"

"What?"

"I wanna see the name on the jersey you're wearing"

The red panther moved her hair to the right, allowing rei to see the name on the jersey clearly now

"......why.....are you wearing y/n's jersey?"

".....what?"

"Yeah that's his last name"

The red-haired woman quickly took off the jersey to confirm what rei said, and she was disappointed to see it was indeed your jersey

"What? How did-......wait then that probably means that the reason I didn't find my conditioner-"

"Was because you took his bag"

"......I'm gonna go give this back to him.....you two don't you dare say anything about this"

The two girls nodded, and chigiri quickly made her way to the other dressing room (very, very quickly with her speed)

"Hi hyoma, what's wrong?"

"my jersey"

"What do you mean?"

"We switched bags. I'm actually wearing your jersey"

"......oh..sorry for not noticing......I just thought you left your hair products in my bag"

"It's fine, here's yours"

She started to take off her jersey as you did the same

"And here's yours"

You two put everything back on and double checked just to make sure it was the right ones

"Seems like everything's OK now"

"Yeah, sorry again"

"I told you it's ok......but can you give me my conditioner now I need it"

"Why? Your hair always look perfect"

"It's because I always look perfect to you"

"Yeah because you are"

"Then let me show you how perfect these legs are"

"..........."

"I-I mean how fast they are. I mean speed and you knew it"

"Yeah, yeah don't worry"

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