#phew i didn't expect this one to end up this long when i started writing this morning

[alectoperdita]

Oh hell, I am all about them drugged confessions. If/whenever you’re up for it. 💕

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

Jumped this one ahead in the queue since it's someone's birthday. 💜💜💜 Enjoy, my friend! I hope this has enough of the stuff you dig about them.

13. Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

content warnings: referenced non-consensual drug use and mildly spicy because Seto is thirsty

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The city lights stabbed into Seto's eyes. The city's heartbeat—a frantic cacophony of bumper-to-bumper traffic, music spilling out of late-night shops and restaurants, and an overwhelming pulse of humanity—pulsed against the back of his head like a second migraine.

He lifted his heavy head and tried to get a better look at his surroundings. Not an easy feat when the world wouldn't stop spinning. Seto could feel the planet's rotational force itself.

In the sky, a bloated, sickly yellow moon hung on the black canvas, a dim bulb when compared to the Oriental Pearl Tower's neon blue and magenta on the opposite riverbank. The phalanx of lit skyscrapers behind the landmark formed a blinding wall that threatened to lighten the night sky.

No wonder they were sitting at a standstill in traffic. He was in the Bund. Shanghai. He was in Shanghai. Not for the first or second time, but the city's nightlife never failed to overwhelm.

It came back to him in bits and pieces. The Pan-Asia Duel Monsters Championship was in China this year, which KC was a sponsor of, along with a dozen international and domestic corporations. Seto wasn't here to compete, though. He was here to do business and build guanxi.

Which meant night after night of hard drinking and tedious back slapping as Seto endured their patronizing compliments about his passable Mandarin. Endless rounds of maotai until his blood must be 90% alcohol. That was the preferred poison of the old-school elites, the ones who built their wealth on the backs of a rapidly booming economy that outpaced everyone's wildest imagination. Not even Japan had sustained that kind of boom in the post-war years.

Potential liver failure was the price of doing business in this country.

That was last night, though. Seto was sure of that much, even if the passage of time seemed theoretical at best. Tonight, he'd been swept into a gaggle of their children, mainly the sons of the previous night's party officials and business moguls.

The fuerdai. His "peers."

Ha! Gozaburo had handed him nothing. Everything Seto owned, everything he accomplished, was through his own sweat and blood.

Seto will give them one thing: their tastes were decidedly less provincial. While their fathers drank baijiu like fish drinking water, they preferred cocktails, or at least pitchers of iced green tea mixed with Crown Royal.

Maybe that was his first mistake. Maybe he shouldn't have underestimated how fucked up he could get on such a simple mixture.

That was the last thing he could remember. He drew a yawning gap between the afterparty at the club and this taxi cab.

Seto sank into the seat and squeezed his eyes shut. His stomach lurched. Perhaps it was a good thing that they were stuck in traffic. He might not be able to keep it down in stop-and-go traffic.

An abrasive—a familiar abrasive voice—encroached from the fringes, though. An equally combative voice shot back in a different language.

Seto's head lolled to the side, away from the window and toward the other passenger in the backseat. Reluctantly, he pried his heavy eyelids open. God, why was he so tired? It felt like he'd pulled several all-nighters in a row.

His fellow passenger was Jounouchi, locked in a heated conversation/argument with the cab driver.

Right. Jounouchi was also in Shanghai this week. Except he was here to compete in the tournament. And unlike Seto, he didn't speak a lick of Chinese.

Not that his laughable grasp of English fared any better.

"Fuck, I'm telling ya, it's the other Marriott!" Jounouchi groaned in Japanese, running a frustrated hand through his bird's nest hair. It looked softer than it had any right to be, though. The strands ought to be bleached to hell and back after this many years.

But Jounouchi had been updating his wardrobe and his deck in recent years. Every victory advanced his look and style, and even netted him some media training like someone deserving of media notice, which was why he was playing in the Pan-Asian championship. Seto couldn't ignore him like he once did, like he still tried to in vain sometimes.

(And sometimes, he very much didn't want to ignore Jounouchi, wondering if he could catch the other man's attention in return...)

None of that explained why they were in the same cab, though.

Jounouchi tried again to communicate. It hurt to listen to him butcher English to that extent. The cab driver appeared to grow even more irate, threatening to eject them entirely.

Giggles spilled uncontrollably out of him. Of course! Of course, Jounouchi's incompetence got them stranded on the opposite end of the city from their hotel.

Fortunately, he was a snack to look at, even if his brains were nothing to write home about.

Seto's words croaked out of him, repeating in Mandarin what Jounouchi had been trying to convey. God, why did it hurt so much to speak? But even his drunken slur sufficed, earning a grousing retort from the driver that Seto should've just said so sooner while shooting a death glare at his other passenger through the rearview mirror.

At the sound of Seto's voice, Jounouchi jolted in shock, releasing the driver's headrest he had been clinging to. After several awkward moments of staring, he inched closer to Seto, stopping short of touching him. But the proximity and the tight enclosure made Seto's skin crawl. Not in an unpleasant way, though. His body tingled and felt a touch flushed.

How would Jounouchi's skin feel against his?

"You alright there, Kaiba?" asked Jounouchi, seemingly floating closer. He waved a hesitant hand in Seto's face.

Base urges welled up in him. He wanted to grab Jounouchi's hand and bite it, no better than a dog, as he once mocked the other man for being. Better yet, he could drag his tongue across the rough palm and lap at his knuckles. Suck his thick fingers into his mouth and learn contentment from how they could fill his mouth.

Seto was never drinking green tea mixed with whisky ever again.

He managed a small noise of confirmation before he twisted away, curling as best as he could around the seatbelt. Something like a whimper pushed at the back of his throat, but he refused to release it. He wouldn't humiliate himself any further. Just as he wouldn't crawl across the middle seat and cuddle into Jounouchi's lap.

But god, he wanted that so much it hurt.

A warm hand landed on his back, and he nearly surrendered as Jounouchi rubbed soothing circles between his shoulder blades.

"It's okay." Jounouchi spoke softly, but somehow it rang louder than the many decibels of Shanghai traffic. "We'll be back at the hotel in time. Just hang in there."

Seto spent the rest of the journey folded into himself, wedged firmly against the side of the taxi, trying and failing not to tremble under Jounouchi's caring touch. With a hushed tone, Jounouchi explained what had happened. It was pure coincidence that he ran into Seto and his "party" at that particular club. (Coincidence is giving chance too much credit. There were only so many high-end nightclubs in the city.) Jounouchi had wandered over to say hi before rejoining his own group. But out of the corner of his eyes, he'd noticed that Kaiba was acting unlike himself. In fact, the entire group seemed a bit off.

Seto was coming to his own conclusion before Jounouchi shared his.

Seto had been drugged. And since he knew better than to take random shit handed to him by strangers, it must've been slipped into his drink. Or maybe it was in the communal cocktail pitcher to begin with.

"They were trying to drag you off to someplace else. Don't ask me where. But you didn't look like you wanted to go, so I stepped in," Jounouchi trailed off. He'd yet to remove his hand, but it sat unmoving, a steadying weight on Seto's back helping to ground him to reality.

"I can't imagine they were happy," Seto muttered.

Jounouchi chuckled. "Not one bit. Acted like I was trying to kill the party. One chick threatened me with her stiletto heel."

"My knight in shining armor." Seto found himself laughing, then regretted it when his head throbbed.

"Don't worry, I didn't hit any of 'em. Mighty tempting, though. I just kinda threw you over my shoulder and high-tailed it outta there. That was how I knew you were really outta it. You barely cursed me out."

Heat associated with both shame and arousal rushed through him. It turned out those biceps he secretly admired weren't just for show.

"Finally, we're here!" exclaimed Jounouchi. His hand also regrettably retreated.

Seto watched blearily as Jounouchi overpaid the driver and leaped out the door. He didn't go far, though. He jogged around the vehicle to Seto's side and yanked open the door. As he leaned in and over Seto to undo the seatbelt buckle, the woody scent of Jounouchi's cologne flooded Seto's nostrils. And his strength was plainly evident as he braced his arms around Seto's shoulders and hip.

"Alright, up we go," urged Jounouchi.

Under any sober circumstance, Seto would've never allowed this to happen. To let Jounouchi touch him, especially as a caretaker. But Seto was the farthest thing from sober, fucked up on whatever combination of alcohol and party drugs he had been unwittingly fed. He didn't have the strength to stand on his own two feet.

So he relied on Jounouchi and his strength. Clung to the man's sweat-slicked neck.

The doorman didn't give them a second glance. Why should he? Seto was simply the latest in an endless stream of drunken guests stumbling back into the five-star hotel.

A lobby concierge approached and tried to help, though. Both Jounouchi and Seto waved him off. Jounouchi likely because he didn't want another stressful not-conversation, and Seto didn't want anyone but Jounouchi touching him right now.

"Hey, what floor?" Jounouchi asked after propping him against the wall of the elevator carriage.

Seto patted down his pockets and was relieved to find his wallet. He didn't expect the fuerdai to rob him blind like a common mugger, but you never knew. He tossed the leather wallet to Jounouchi and croaked, "Key card."

The tournament competitors were provided with single-bed guest rooms. Seto, on the other hand, occupied the Vice Presidential Suite for the week. Their elevator shot toward the top floors, bypassing the dozens of floors between the ground and the suites.

As they ascended, Seto snuck covert glances at the other hand. Despite the air conditioning running at full blast, Jounouchi was still huffing and sweating. Who could blame him? Summer in Shanghai could be blistering.

"Can you walk?" asked Jounouchi when the elevator doors finally parted.

Struck muted, Seto shook his head. His heart raced as Jounouchi wrapped a burly arm around his waist, and together, they hobbled down the hall to the suite's door.

The lights flicked on automatically as they entered, drawing an impressed whistle from Jounouchi as he took in the room.

"Yeah, guess I should've known. You wouldn't be caught dead living like us commoners. Where's the bed in this joint?"

The mention of bed caused something hot and heavy to coil in Seto's navel. Without meaning to, his arm tightened around Jounouchi's neck, which only prompted the other man to grip him tighter, mistaking the action as a plea for more support.

"Bedroom," he moaned, knocking his head against the side of Jounouchi's. He might be imagining it, but he swore Jounouchi shivered and pink flooded down to his neck.

Seconds later, they stumbled into the adjoined bedroom. The spacious room apparently didn't warrant any comments, because Jounouchi deposited Seto on the bed and disappeared from sight.

To say Seto was disappointed was an understatement.

It may be a blessing in disguise. Jounouchi had already done the "decent" thing: extracted him from a dicey situation and brought him to safety. Seto didn't need to embarrass himself in front of the other man any further.

He jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder, kicking a leg out blindly.

"Relax, it's me."

Silly though it was, Seto did relax as soon as he registered Jounouchi's voice. His firm but careful touch.

"Here. I got you water from the minibar and a cool towel. It's unopened. I promise."

Seto stared helplessly at the two items being offered to him. Jounouchi made no moves, either. They were at a stalemate. At least until the other man sighed and pressed the moist towel to Seto's sweat-dampened forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, and he unleashed a faint moan at how good and chilly it felt.

"C'mon, you gotta drink the water, too. The whole bottle, then I promise to leave you alone."

Panic spiked through Seto's system. Being alone, something he never minded before, suddenly sounded unbearable. He didn't want Jounouchi to leave.

He reached out. Not to take the proffered bottle, as refreshing as its content may be, but to grab Jounouchi's forearm. Jounouchi froze under his clutch.

"You can't leave. I won't let you," said Seto before he could stop himself.

Jounouchi's breath hitched. As he stared at Seto's face, his eyes darkened with something unspeakable. He licked his lips. "Okay, not leaving. Not tonight. Guess someone's gotta keep an eye on you and make sure things don't take a turn for the worse. But you gotta at least let go of my arm. I'll take the couch outside."

Seto slid closer. "I want you—"

Jounouchi gasped. Seto could kiss him at that instant, but his head spun.

He wanted Jounouchi in every conceivable way. Wanted to feel his naked skin against his skin. Wanted to feel his weight pressing down on him as his cock pushed into Seto's hole. Wanted to shatter apart and then let Jounouchi piece him back together in the afterglow, warm and content.

He thought Jounouchi might grant him those things. If only he'd ask for them. But the words remained stubbornly lodged in his throat as sobriety started to creep in on the edges.

"I want you to stay with me," he whispered, holding Jounouchi's shell-shocked gaze.

Tonight and tomorrow. Maybe even for the rest of their lives. One day, Seto would give voice to the whole truth.

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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 7

A/N: PHEW this is a tough series to write, folks. But I promise if you hang on to the end, you won't be disappointed. This is another chapter in my time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. I hope you all like this chapter. Please don't give up on us. It's gonna get so gooooood.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, angsttttttt

Word count: ~2.5k

Will he ever see you again?

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You sit in your bed staring at your left hand and the diamond ring nestled there on your finger. Jeff is asleep next to you snoring quietly. You knew the proposal was coming, since you've been together for almost a year and a half, but now that the ring is on your finger there's only one thought in your head: you have to tell Elvis.

Even though you ended on difficult terms, you feel like you owe it to him to let him know that you're okay and that you can live the rest of your life without him. You know he can and will live the rest of his without you. You're not sure why, but a single tear escapes and slides down your cheek. You haven't seen him in 2 years and pushing him through the portal was the hardest thing you'd ever done. Would he even want to see you? How on earth would you make a portal to get back if he hates you?

Still, you have to risk it. Something is telling you that you need to let him know. Whatever the thing is that binds you together is screaming at you to try to find him. You pull your phone out and start doing research to figure out where he is in the spring of '62. He's filming Girls Girls Girls.

"You okay, baby?" Jeff rolls over and notices that you're awake.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just... I need to go to Hawaii."

"Hawaii?!"

"Yeah. Just trust me. I'll be back in a couple days."

"Whatever you say, babe." He rolls over and goes back to sleep.

There's a distinct squeezing feeling in your chest and you hate to admit it, but you miss Elvis.

******

Elvis gets back to his hotel room at the Hawaiian Village in Oahu after a long day of filming and lays on his bed fully clothed. Out of nowhere, you enter his mind. He's tried so hard not to think about you over the past two years, but when he's especially tired, he just can't help it. The same old wondering about whether he'll ever see you again hits him and he wants to cry. After the way you literally shoved him away last time, though, he's pretty sure you won't come looking for him again. Still, he says a quick prayer that you're okay, wherever you are, and squeezes his eyes shut so that the tears that have gathered there slide down the side of his face into his hair. For the first time in a while, he lets himself miss you.

******

On the plane, you nervously fidget with the new ring on your finger. You think about the last two years, about graduation, starting to date Jeff, getting your job, and everything else that's happened. The six months after you forced Elvis to leave were a dark time for you. And then there was Jeff. You'd met him that same night, but you didn't expect him to come crashing back into your life like he did. He dragged you out of your depression and made you go to counseling. He helped you cut back on your drinking and really actually saved your life. You don't feel about him the way you felt, or feel, about Elvis, but you love him. He's a good man and he'll be a good husband.

But he's not Elvis. And your stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again.

******

Another day of shooting is over and Elvis falls back onto his bed again. For some reason, he's thinking about you again and he's starting to get annoyed with himself for not being able to focus on what he's actually doing. Why are you back in his mind? He shakes his head and goes to take a shower.

When he steps out, towel around his waist, his jaw damn near hits the floor. The old familiar buzzing sound is there, complete with the wavy air.

******

You step through the portal and it closes behind you with a pop.

"Hi Elvis." He stands there unable to speak. A lump has formed in his throat and he's not sure whether he should kiss you or yell at you.

"What are you doing here?" He finally gets out.

"I-I... it's a long story." The tension in the room is so thick you'd need a hell of a knife to cut through it. He walks past you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it in an effort to keep himself from passing out.

"I never thought I'd see you again."

"I know. Do you hate me?" You ask tentatively, not sure you're ready for the answer. He's dying to run to you and wrap his arms around you, to feel your skin against his and press his lips to you finally after all this time. But he doesn't.

"I wouldn't say hate."

"But you're not happy to see me."

"How many times am I supposed to let you hurt me before I can stop being happy to see you?" His words cut through you like a laser and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. He's not wrong. You have hurt him pretty badly twice now. You look down at your feet to hide the tears that are now sliding down your cheeks. All you can do is whisper.

"I'm sorry."

He can tell you're crying and it breaks his heart. He knows it wasn't easy to push him away like you did, especially with the state you were in without him. After a few more minutes, he can't stand it anymore.

He stands up and takes three steps to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly. You cry into his chest and he strokes your hair soothingly.

But you're not just crying because you've hurt him in the past. You're crying because you know you're about to do it again. For a wild second you consider just staying with him in 1962. To hell with not changing the past and with your own future. You want him. But you can't. He matters too much. You can't take that away from him or from the world.

"Now, honey, why don't you tell me why you're here?" He backs up and takes both of your hands in his. That's when he notices your ring. "What the hell is this?"

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second before you answer him.

"It's the reason I'm here, Elvis."

"Y/n, did you get married?"

"Not yet. But I'm going to." He stumbles backwards away from you and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Who is he?" You sit down next to him and he gets up and walks away. He goes to the closet and pulls out a pair of pants, putting them on a little more aggressively than necessary.

"It doesn't matter."

"Like hell it doesn't. I need to know who's taking my woman."

"Elvis. Seriously? Do you think I don't know about Anita? And Sandy? And Priscilla?" He stops and it's like someone has dumped ice water down his spine.

"Y-y-you know about them?"

"I know about all of them. And I know who you will marry and it's not me. Did you think I was gonna sit around in my time pining over you while you lived your life?" He pulls a shirt over his head and sits down next to you on the bed. He turns and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes.

"No. I don't know what I thought. I guess I just hoped... but no, you're right. You should be happy in your time. Do you love him?" You manage a weak half-smile.

"He's good to me."

"That doesn't answer my question. Because I couldn't let you go to anyone that you don't-"

"I love him." You want to tell him that you don't love Jeff the way you love him, but what purpose would that serve?

"So I guess this is it, then?" You look into his eyes and try to keep yourself from crying again.

"I guess it is. Will you kiss me one more time. Like you mean it?"

"Honey, I do mean it." He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue brushing against yours tenderly.

"Make love to me like you mean it."

His hands roam over your body and he kisses down your neck.

"I mean it more than anything. Honey, if this is really the last time, I'm gonna make it count."

He lays you down on the bed and kisses the skin he can reach on your chest. Then he runs his hand under your shirt and lifts it over your head. He undoes your bra in one try and throws it to the side.

"You're so beautiful. I love your body. I just need to say that." He kisses down your chest and licks and sucks each of your nipples. He kisses back up to your mouth and groans into your mouth. His hand makes it way down to your center underneath your pants. But he stops before his fingers slide inside you.

"Would he... can I?"

"I want you to. Please." He nods and pushes his fingers into you. You moan and throw your head back in pleasure. No one will ever be able to bring you such pleasure with just his hand. He kisses your mouth deeply.

"We need to send you home. We need a portal."

"And I want you one last time."

"One last time."

You choke back tears as he moves his mouth from your neck down to your center. He pulls your pants down and off and kisses the inside of your thighs. His tongue moves up to your core and he licks over and around your clit skillfully.

"God, yes, I need it one more time."

"One more time, baby." He whispers into you as he continues to lick your clit. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten in your lower stomach as he works between your legs.

"Yes, baby, please." You moan, running your fingers through his hair. Nothing Jeff does turns you on like Elvis does.

"Come for me honey. One last time." It doesn't take much more for you to slide over the edge into oblivion with his tongue moving on you as the electricity runs through you from your core to the tips of your fingers.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as he moves up your body, unbuttoning his pants to line himself up with your entrance.

"Hey. Is this what you want?" He kisses your cheek and waits for your answer before moving.

"Yes. Yes, god, I want it more than anything."

"Then look at me." You open your eyes and meet his deep blue ones in anticipation. He puts a hand on your cheek. "I will always love you. But I understand. I know we can only have this moment and nothing more. I don't love you any less because of it."

"Oh, Elvis." He presses his forehead to yours and then pushes into you slowly.

"Tell me you love me."

"God, you know I do."

"Say it anyway, so I have something to remember forever."

"I love you with all of me. Always and forever." He moves inside you, picking up speed with each thrust.

"That's my girl." He moves faster and faster, moving closer and closer to the end. Neither of you wants it to be over, but you both know you have lives waiting for you on the other side.

You wrap your legs around him in the hope that you can keep him closer for even just a moment longer. He grunts with the change in sensation and lays his head on your shoulder as he fucks you.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I don't want to leave you." He captures your lips in a deep kiss and continues pushing toward the end. His cock slides in and out of you rhythmically and you want to cry with the intensity of your passion. Finally, he shudders and you feel his warmth fill you. His shoulders shake with the depth of his affection for you and you hold him close as you both weep. It's not long before you hear the buzzing sound and you have the insane urge to stay again.

You push his head up off of your shoulder and run your fingers through his hair.

"What if I stayed?" He pops his head up and looks at you.

"You know you can't. He's waiting for you." You sob openly. He's right. Your fiancé is waiting for you and his life is waiting for him. He holds you tightly as you cry for another couple of minutes. Then he kisses your forehead.

"You have to go, honey." You nod and slide out of the bed. You slowly gather your clothing and dress enough to get back through the portal. He stands up and pulls you to him one last time. "I will always love you. I hope he makes you as happy as you deserve to be."

"I love you, Elvis."

"I know, honey. I know." You grab his hand and kiss his fingers one last time. Then, you walk through the portal away from him toward your future. He watches you walk through and decides it's time to move Priscilla to Graceland and move on with his life.

******

It's 1966 and Elvis is knee deep in filming another stupid movie that the Colonel signed him to. He's ready to walk off the set and never come back to Hollywood. His whole career is a farce and his life feels like a joke. He finds a bathroom and is just about to seek some quiet time inside when he hears it.

The buzzing sound.

He looks to his left and sees the wavy air. It's been 4 long years and so much has changed. Why would a portal appear now? He was pretty sure that when he saw you in '62 it was the last time he'd ever see you. Still, the portal is undeniable. It tempts him with the possibility of seeing you and getting a break from his tedious and impossibly irritating schedule of filming. Even if it is a mistake, who cares at this point? Anything is better than the mind-numbing movies and soul-crushing reality of his current life.

He walks through the portal cautiously. When he does, he's shocked to find you on the floor. You have your knees folded and your whole body is shaking as you sob.

What the hell has happened to you in the 4 years since he's seen you?

******

Until chapter 8!

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[sundew199]

Mutual Relief

a/n: phew, haven't written gallirei in a while, felt good to write them again

tags: reiner x porco, gallirei, size!kink, top!reiner braun, bottom!porco galliard, anal!sex, anal!fingering, oral sex, size difference

kinktober day 14 for anon: size!kink

!!minors dni!!

Orange hues with shades of purple and pink painted the sky, seeping through the thin curtain on the window the room. Reiner stood in the center, hands shoved in his pockets waiting for someone to enter, rocking forward and back on his heels with impatience.

Heated words led to this encounter that had yet to begin, an exchange of jabs and empty challenges that fueled the ego of him and the other. In any other circumstance this wouldn't be happening, but Reiner was over trying to decipher the meaning behind why things happened.

"I hope you plan on holding up your end of the deal Braun."

Gruff demanding words pulled Reiner to find their source, watching as Porco entered the room, swiftly locking the door and starting to shuck off his green bomber jacket, leaving his fairly toned arms on display. Reiner rolled his eyes, exhaling the breath through his nose as an answer to the question thrown at him.

"As long as if I can expect the same from you Galliard."

A snort was returned, another nonverbal answer to a question that was asked, something very usual for the two of them. Reiner turned fully to face him, eyeing the shorter man up and down and wondering how this would go down. Who would do what, and who would get the most out of this.

All of this started when Porco paid a visit to his office, demanding to know what the strategies and plans were for their next mission departure out to Fort Slava. Reiner rarely indulged the antics of the younger man, but today he felt like it, informing Porco to go bother Zeke rather than him for once. But Porco had already tried that and met no success, going down the chain of command. Truthfully, Reiner was already irritated before he walked in, and all the other titan shifter did was fuel the irritation, prompting the comment of 'needing to get laid.'

Which Reiner shot back with 'I could say the same about you.' and thus the back and forth between them began, eventually Porco blurting out for him to just fuck him and get it over with and Reiner taking it seriously. Porco went back on his statement quickly, turning red and embarrassed and Reiner finding some satisfaction in that, asking what he expected when asking such a thing. Of course the younger beat around the bush and didn't give his superior an answer, trying to grill him with questions as well. But Reiner was unfazed by it all, inwardly admitting his small crush on Porco had grown, but knowing it wouldn't bring him any good if he acted on it, for certain reasons obviously. Though Reiner could see the want in the other's eyes after the initial conversation calmed down a bit, the feelings he'd been adamantly denying for however long at this point. Leading them to agree to relieve each other's stress and never talk about it again. Maybe.

Porco stood in front of Reiner in the center of the room, tilting his head back just enough to meet the golden eyes that looked ethereal as the glow of the setting sun caught them. It was hard to admit that Reiner was an attractive man, putting aside what went down in Paradis, there was just no way that the puny whiny boy in the warrior program was taller and bigger than him now, so much bigger.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Snarking to the other man, almost regretting it when Reiner huffed while throwing off the tan overcoat and walking Porco back into the wall, pressing him there with his chest, keeping his lips a movement away from his. Reiner's cunning smirk momentarily confused Porco, swearing the man was only capable of expressing sorrow and pity, but not complaining in the slightest. Reiner kept him to the wall as he rolled up the sleeves to his white button up, fixing one palm on the wall beside his head and the other working open the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Do I need one?"

Something hot ignited in Poroc's gut at the low rasp in the blonde voice, the eagerness similar to that of a predator corning their prey. He swallowed, shaking his head as a response and listening to the low hum crawling up Braun's throat.

Without another word, Porco gripped the open sides of Reiner's shirt and smashed him into a kiss, all teeth and tongue, resulting his Reiner's body slamming him back into the wall as a warning. The further realization that Reiner really was bigger than him was setting in, he could easily throw his own weight around if he wanted to, and oddly enough that was arousing.

"Have you done anything like this before?"

The question oddly annoyed Porco, because of course he's experienced, he's not a virgin. But Reiner could tell he took the question incorrectly, the annoyance pinched into his brow and pulling a chuckle from the blonde.

"With a guy Pock."

"Don't call me that." Hissing back, letting out a breath and tipping his head back to hit the wall, gathering a proper answer to give to the other. "And no."

A low amused hum echoed outside of Porco's ear, Reiner leaning in close to the side of his face, letting his breath fan over the heated skin. "In that case, do you want me to lead? Are you comfortable with that?"

Surprisingly, Braun sounded sincere with his offer, not as domineering and brash as he had been at times since returning from Paradis. Porco pushed him back a bit to look at his face, breathlessly nodding and watching the soft eyes of the blonde flood with lust instantly at his answer.

Hands much larger than his gripped at his waist, replanting him against the wall with a desperate force, undoing his belt and letting it hang open as he surprised the younger with a kiss. It wasn't sweet or soft, but it wasn't bruising or forceful like the first, long and deep with want and need mingling between the flesh. Porco tried not whine, but failed when a hand from his hip slipped to caress the back of his neck, rather endearingly. Braun's touch was so contrasting, like his own hands couldn't make up their mind on how they wanted to handle him.

Reaching for Reiner's belt to even the playing field, the remaining hand on his hips prevented him at the wrist, squeezing with enough force to get his point across but not too harsh to want to rip it away. Porco met his eyes when he pulled away, watched his broad chest heave with breaths, mirroring the ones he was inhaling as well.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Christ Braun we're not lovers-"

"I asked if you wanted me to lead and you said yes, so let me."

Reminding Porco harsher than expected, irritation present in his tone with the rush from the other. Lovers or not, Reiner wasn't a brute that took what he wanted and Porco didn't exactly understand the preparation it took to bedding a man, obviously. With pinched brows, Porco conceded, letting the urge to hurry things along dissipate as Reiner untucked his shier all the way, undoing the remaining buttons.

Gods it was unfair the physique this man was blessed with, carved and sculpted by Ymir herself it seemed with the toned arms and chest, the hardened muscle that cascaded down his torso, wondering if Braun's body allowed him to hold the experience he did.

Wordlessly, Reiner instructed Porco to strip, not wanting to take another chance of resistance from him by doing it for him, stepping back while pulling his belt from the loops to toss to the floor.

Porco tried to avert his eyes as the white tee he wore came over his head, eyeing the way Reiner casually undressed as if he weren't there. They've been naked around each other before, but not like this and not with such a clear view either, intimidating almost.

Before Porco could even properly step out of his pants, Reiner was taking him by the shoulders and tossing him onto the bed, a renewed confidence in his actions. Porco grunted, trying to sit up on his elbows but was instantly pushed back down by Reiner's lips meeting his and pressing his body closer to his. Porco knew if he continued to push back on Reiner's guidance, he wouldn't find the enjoyment or relief he sought prompting this encounter to begin with, slowly caving the closer his head got to the single pillow below him.

Each kiss alternated between slow and hurried, like the hunger in either them couldn't quite be quelled all the way no matter how much they reached for each other. The breaths released into their mouths was hot and arousing, and with Reiner's crotch teasingly hovering over his, the yearning for friction grew impossible to ignore.

"I get easing into things but I'm about to lose it if you don't do something other than kiss me jackass."

Muttering into the mouth above him, unclenching his fist from his side, nearly letting it roam up with toned arm just off to the side of his face.

Reiner laughed, pulling away finally and reaching his hand down to palm the half erection sheathed by the only reaming article of clothing on Porco, smirking like the smug bastard he was seeing the younger's eyes roll back into his head from a simple touch.

"Like this?"

"Uh huh - shit."

He couldn't help but laugh softly, his own dick twitching with excitement and building with arousal as he palmed and stroked over the clothed erection. Reiner hummed approvingly, dipping his face down beneath Galliard's jaw to mouth at his jugular, sucking the flesh into his mouth and soothing it with a swipe of his tongue, working his way down slowly just above his collarbone. Porco was sighing delightfully to the sinful mouth doing the simplest of actions, skin prickling with anticipation and arousal, needing more that what he was receiving.

Much to his dismay, Braun's hand moved away from his now throbbing erection, moving further down his body, dragging the tip of his hooked nose between his pectorals and stopping to meet his eyes.

Porco felt in uptake in his heart beat, like the gaze of god was on him and looking directly into his soul. He tried not to let it show but knew he failed when Braun laughed against his sternum, brushing a kiss over his skin and moving his attention to the left. Already so overtaken by bliss, Porco hadn't expected the tip of the blondes tongue to flick over his nipple so teasingly, wasting no time in doing it again. A groan or two slipped out and he didn't care at this point, giving in to full enjoyment of the pleasure Reiner was offering.

Eventually, Reiner sucked the dusty red nipple into his mouth, sneaking in nips with his teeth and swirls of his tongue, feeling the man below lose his mind over the simplest touch. It was enjoyable to see the hardheaded cocky Porco Galliard writhe and moan to his mouth, but not in a rivalry sort of way. Deep down Reiner cared about Porco and he was glad to bring him to be this comfortable for a one time thing.

All his senses continued to dull the longer Braun's hot mouth remained on his chest, his thick fingers tweaking and pulling the neglected nipple not doing much to help either, knowing fully well he was leaking underneath his briefs.

Reiner eventually pulled away, leaving the buds swollen and red, sitting back on his feet, pushing his hair back and looking down between Porco's legs. And it was as if Galliard could read his mind with the way he started to pull them down, helping him and tossing them over to the side, revealing himself fully to him now. It was hard not to pleasely sigh at the sight of his angry aching cock, looking so neglected and in need of attention.

Not saying anything, reaching over to the bedside table, Reiner dug around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for, revealing the vial of clear liquid that had the younger's brow arching with confusion.

"What's that?"

"Lubrication."

"For what?"

Try as he might not to laugh, Reiner couldn't help it, popping the lid open. "What do you think Porco?"

Now he felt demeaned and looked down upon, sitting up with a scowl. "That's why I'm asking, I don't know."

"It's to make it easier for penetration, since neither of us are women..." Trailing off in hopes that Porco would be able to figure out the rest without his further explanation. And he did with the instant wipe of his scowl with realization, letting out a silent 'oh' and nodding timidly.

Scooting further down the bed until he lay almost flat, Reiner brought a leg to rest over his shoulder, holding it there when he began to feel Porco pull it away, flitting his eyes up to see the blatant anxiety on his face. Understandable on his end, having never done this before, so Reiner let began to gently caress his knee.

"Do you trust me?"

Porco didn't answer right away, because yes he did trust Braun even if he liked to act otherwise, this was just all so new and he didn't like uncertainties that came with trying something new and out of his comfort zone but he would trust Braun in this.

"Yea,"

A nod was all that came from the blonde, moving the leg back over his shoulder all the way and dragging his lips down his inner thigh, pressing soft teasing kisses along the way. Porco shivered with each one, resisting the urge to arch his back and bend to the touch of the other. Reiner eventually hummed into the junction of his thigh, the scruff of his cheek barely brushing along the shaft of Galliard's cock, earning a hitch in his breath.

"Just try and stay relaxed for me, alright?"

Suddenly hearing the instructions, peaking an eye open to see the blonde, tipping the vial of clear liquid over two of his fingers, sort of having an idea of what was coming next. Porco nodded, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip and forcing himself to relax, waiting for the initial touch.

It shouldn't have shocked him how cold the fingers might be, but it did, whining as one of the circled around his hole tentatively. Braun continued to kiss both of his inner thighs as he circled and massaged between his legs, offering distraction from what his initial goal of being down there was, aiding Porco just a little.

The press of the circling finger had him immediately tensing, even after the instruction to relax, it couldn't be helped as it was an instinct. Braun sighed, breath cascading over the damp skin where his lips had been, moving to hover over Porco again but keeping his hand down between this legs.

"Relax, baby."

Porco's upper lip curled at the pet name that rolled off his tongue so easily and seeing the enjoyment that the blonde got from that, using it as his opening to press the tip of his finger inside him. Porco's mouth instantly fell open, beginnings of some noise coming forth but silenced by Braun smashing a kiss into him. Reluctantly he accepted the kiss, knowing it was to distract him and keep him relaxed, loosening the tension in his body and kissing the blonde back. Reiner hummed and languidly moved his lips with Galliard, carefully easing more of his lubed finger inside him until he was down to the last knuckle. He kept it there so Galliard could adjust, eagerly making out with him for a time until drawing it back out.

"Fuck I-" Words dying on his lips as Braun pushed his finger in and out, slowly, stretching him out at an almost maddening pace.

"Feel good?"

"Sort of, I don't know-"

Tipping his head down for one last kiss, Reiner moved down his body again, but stopping right where Galliard cock lay flat against his stomach, leaking pre. Knowing this would better keep the younger's mind off of his moving finger, instead of peppering his inner thighs in kisses, Reiner engulfed the head of his cock without warning, slapping his free hand to Porco's hip when he rose off the bed.

Writhing and arching would've made him feel pathetic if he didn't feel so good at the moment, Braun's warm mouth sucking down his cock in time with his finger. Shit, every part of this man was fucking huge, he could only imagine how big his dick was going to be. Fuck, would he even be able to take it? Didn't matter, parts of him wanted to be split open by the bigger man.

Whining when the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Braun's throat, Porco threaded his hand into the thick blonde hair on his head, debating if he should hold him there or just hold on for stability. Reiner hummed amusingly when he felt the hand, vibrations pulling another moan from Porco and a prime opportunity to work a second finger inside.

"Jesus fuck!"

Ultimately pulling his hand away from Braun's hair and digging the heel of his palms into his eyes, stifling the whimper of the abundance of stimulation he was experiencing. Now it was starting to feel good, the warmth of his mouth and steady pump of his fingers inflaming the lust simmering in his gut, running hot through his veins and bringing forth a sort of greediness.

Coming off with a pop, Reiner smiled smugly seeing Galliard lost in the throes of pleasure, deciding to scissor and pump his two thick fingers faster. And it was a stroke of luck sort of, not expecting the debauched moan that came from the other at the sudden change of pace, witnessing his enjoyment for the prep of what was to come.

After eventually adding a third finger and doing enough prep, Reiner pulled his fingers out and finally discarded his own briefs, watching Galliards eyes widen at the sight of his cock.

"Fuck you're big, shit."

"Hm I guess, but you should be fine." Responding sort of nonchalantly, massaging the clear liquid from the vial onto his dick, pumping himself absentmindedly as Porco watched.

With one hand holding himself at the base, the other planted beside Galliard's head, face to face where their noses almost touched. Slowly, he pressed the tip to the prepped hole, sucking in a sharp breath at the taste of how tight Galliard was going to be. Shit maybe he should've prepped him more, Porco noticeably smaller than him and yet that turned him on as he thought about it.

Taking in another deep breath, Reiner pushed his hips forward slowly until he was past the tight ring of muscle, holding himself there for a moment. Porco might as well have had the air knocked out of with with the way his nails dug into his shoulder and his breathing all but stopped, eventually taking down rapid sucks of air as he adjusted around Reiner. Even after all that prep, the sting lingered and outweighed the pleasure, making it hard to find the strength to give Reiner the go ahead to start moving.

"It'll feel better once I move, I'll go slow." Sighing into Galliard's cheek, pushing more of himself inside until bottoming out, pulling his hips back not even after a second and pushing them back in, over and over as slow as he could.

The more he moved, the more the tension and burn faded away, releasing his nails that dug into Braun's flesh, letting them fall to his side. Relaxing even further gave the signal for Reiner to pick up the pace, breathing heavy and hard from above and biting down on his bottom lip.

"Fuck you're so tight, feel so good."

Breathlessly confessing, pulling a moan from Porco and not even questioning why his words swirled the heat in his gut, prompting him to pull the blonde down for a kiss. Reiner groaned into, gripping the younger's hip and snapping his hips a bit faster. He couldn't help himself, he was so tight and warm, squeezing the life out of him and he could admit to himself that it was addicting. Porco gasped and whined into each kiss, digging his hand into the back of Braun's hair, tugging with each thrust and urging him to fuck into faster.

Braun was stretching him out so good, that stupid fat cock performing wonders for the lack of action on his end and wondering if maybe he could convince the blonde to do this again, form a little agreement. I mean shit, Porco wouldn't mind, and he didn't think anyone else that got fucked by him did either.

"Faster, stop holding out on me." Demanding unexpectedly, breaking the kiss and raising his hips off the bed to meet Reiner's.

"Fucking eager huh?" Smirking down at him, snapping his hips with the force to move Galliard's entire body. Porco met him with a laugh, like it were now a challenge and he wouldn't pass that up.

Suddenly, Reiner pulled out and easily flipped Porco over onto his stomach, surprising the younger and almost turning around to ask what the hell he was doing.

"Arch."

"Hell no! I'm not-"

"You want me to fuck you faster or not?" Deadpanning back like it were obvious and not caring what the other may think about said position.

Rolling his eyes, Porco moved onto his knees holding himself up by his elbows. Reiner smirked, smacking his palm over his ass and brought him back until he almost pressed into him. Without warning, Reiner thrusted inside, keeping his hips flush with Galliard's and letting out a deep approving groan.

Pressing himself to his back, Reiner sneaked a hand around to his jaw, cupping it and turning it to face him. "If it gets to be too much, pinch my thigh or tell me to stop."

Completely wordless from the sudden unannounced thrust back into him, Porco nodded, slack jawed and fucked out back to Reiner, hearing his deep laugh that sent chills down his spine.

Spreading his ass cheeks apart, Reiner pulled out slowly, groaning at how Porco tried to suck him back in, how greedy he was being. With no build up, Reiner started a quick pace, skin smacking on skin with the speed and force of his thrusts. Porco twisted and clenched onto the sheets of the bed, muffling his whines and moans as he pressed his face into the mattress.

Every thrust felt deeper and deeper, stretched him out even further and made all of this feel like he was walking on clouds of ecstasy. It wasn't until Reiner hit a certain spot deep inside him that had him shooting up with pleasure and confusion, wondering why that particular thrust felt so good.

"M'right there yea?" Came the smug response that sounded like an answer, already knowing he hit Galliard's prostate and knew if he continued he'd be coming on his cock.

"Fuck yea - again, gods that felt good." Mewling back at Braun, digging his own hands into his hair and taking each thrust that was being given.

Reiner didn't stop, aimed for that spot repeatedly until he felt his own orgasm approaching, hoping it were the same for Galliard. His fingers formed divots into his hips, gripping onto his supple flesh and admiring how good the younger looked right now. He was taking him so well and god he could get used to this if it were something Galliard were up for.

"You close?" Asking directly into his ear after leaning over him and pressing his chest to his back, taking a hold of his aching cock into his hands.

"Uh huh." Barely a response he could make out from how slurred Galliard's words were when responding, inflating his ego in being able to reduce him to this state.

Gently, Reiner pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving his hand up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts, furiously working both of them to an orgasm. Reiner grunted at the same time Porco groaned, a sudden warmth coming in contact with his hand, instantly sending him over the edge and spilling himself inside Galliard.

Neither of them moved from their positions, sweaty and dazed from the combined heat and lust filling the room. Reiner eventually found the strength to pull out, releasing Galliard's softening cock and flopping back onto the bed. Porco let his knees buckle, falling into the bed as well, groaning into the sheets.

Eventually Reiner shuffled to the small bathroom attached to his room and returned with a rag, flipping Porco over easily and swiping it down over his lower body, and doing the same to himself.

"Give me a minute and I'll go."

Almost missing the mutter of words from where he stood at his dresser, pulling a fresh pair of briefs on and grabbing some for Galliard.

"Not gonna kick you out, days pretty much over anyway." Responding back with a small smile that was out of view from the other, not minding if Porco decided to stay or not.

"Alright, I'm taking a nap then." Catching the fresh pair of briefs from Reiner and tucking them into his arm as he turned onto the side in the bed, giving the blonde a little smirk that could mean anything or nothing at all.

It was Reiner's turn to roll his eyes, letting the man sleep in his bed for the time being, grabbing his discarded pants by the wall and fishing for the box of cigarette he stole from Zeke, slipping one between his lips. He flopped down onto the side where Porco wasn't, bringing the lighter to the end of the cigarette and quickly inhaling the nicotine as soon as he could.

Thinking he was asleep, Porco startled Reiner when he flipped over, holding out two fingers. Reiner scoffed and passed the cigarette to him and took it back once Porco took a puff. There wasn't much to be said between them, unexpectedly enjoying the stillness of the quiet and the other's presence, sharing a cigarette together in the post-coital bliss.

[masschase]

i’m really interested to see what Casey and Carlos relationship was like when he was alive. he’s such a fascinating character to think about purely because of how tragically his story ends and i wonder how that affected Casey too.

btw i hope you’re doing well :)

Phew sorry this took a while I dozed off at one point and all sorts 😅

Two SR characters ask meme

I occasionally worry about posting about these two because he's such a like... younger brother innocent bby type character for so many people including myself. But that's not how I wrote Casey and he's not particularly younger than her, maybe a year or so, so here goes.

Carlos was really the first person Casey had romantic feelings for (Shaundi was a little later during the sr2/3 gap). But she dealt with it about as well as you'd expect an awkward 16-year old who'd been thrown into the body of a 21-year old on a angst-filled power trip to react.

"Ugh, your aim's shit, let me help." (his aim was fine) "Hey, hey Carlos, betcha can't pick me up." (she was skinny *before* the coma, I think at this point a light breeze could pick her up) And the particularly egregious: *flirts in Spanish then asks what it means* (she's semi-fluent and worse, he knows that🤦🏼)

In terms of writing I wove this into her backstory fairly subtly because by the time we actually see her 5-13 years later I feel like she has got so used to her "love is dangerous" attitude that she doesn't really trace it back to Carlos. If anything she traces it back to Aisha's death, because she sees the way Johnny changes more than she sees any change in herself.

We see in chapter 7 her biggest fear is something she's not comfortable to admit. In chapter 10 we see that this fear is losing someone she cares about again. This could be about any one of the friends she's lost but the fact she says it in reference to protecting Matt suggests she lost someone she had feelings for. In chapter 15 she thinks about the fact she would comfort Johnny about Aisha and he would comfort her about Carlos, rather than just them grieving together, suggesting some sort of mirror between the two losses and that Carlos meant something different to Casey than Johnny.

In chapter 21 Matt asks her in 2021 if she's aromantic. Her thoughts on this are "She hadn't gone as far as falling in love, she’d never let herself get that close. But she’d had the feeling of starting to fall. Being just on the edge. Holding on by her fingertips and clawing herself right back. It was so terrifying that she avoided the precipice completely now.". This could mean Shaundi, and it does, but it also applies to Carlos, and he's the reason she classifies it as "terrifying". And although this is late on, it doesn't really spoil the plot, so; in chapter 32 when Johnny is (very accurately) calling Casey out on not being able to talk about her feelings, he asks her if she ever told Carlos how much she liked him.

She points out that is not cool rather than give an actual answer, but the answer is that no, she didn't. In fact the artwork I did of them together that I've not yet been able to fix enough for my liking... well I can describe it here actually.

Carlos is standing slightly behind long purple haired (main SR2 look) Casey, smiling and tapping/poking her on the shoulder while she turns her head and smiles back. Their faces are kind of close. A gradient starts around their shoulders that fades down to very dark grey where we see the words "I'll tell him tomorrow.". Then below the words, we see the barely visible black silhouette of their hands clasped together as per Red Asphalt.

Those words really sum up Casey's feelings around Carlos. Thing is though, it's not some really poetic or contrived thing where she thought it for the first time and that tomorrow was the day she had to mercy kill him. She thought it for a while. There were a lot of tomorrows. Yet still she didn't speak her mind, much as Johnny recognises 12 years later.

And because she likes to find meaning in all the shitty events she's witnessed in her life, her regret about that gives way to a belief that she may have actually made the right choice That's where her abandonment issues and fear of commitment tip over into a conscious choice to avoid relationships, into stuffing down those feelings deeper and deeper even as they grow stronger.

Obviously her highly "logical" views are complete bullshit when it comes to emotions. But if she didn't have those views, she wouldn't be her, and if they weren't bullshit, I wouldn't have a story. So at least that's something, right? 🙂

[bakidose]

hi baki!! if your requests are open, may i ask for angel devil relationship headcanons?? thank you <33

— CSM ## ANGEL HC

warnings: mentions of sex toys + quick mention of pegging + cunillingus + blowjob + mentions of death /dying + very slight angst + angel being a brat

pairing: chainsaw man's angel devil + fem! bodied reader

a/n: phew first work ive posted on here thank u sm for requesting <33 tbh i was panicking on how tf id even go about this and ended up writing wayyy too much 😭 anyways- i had fun writing and he deserves more content fr also i didn't rlly know if u wanted it to be sfw or nsfw so..i did both lol enjoy

SFw —

baby you are my- ANGELLLL

you guys have ice cream dates often since its his favorite !! he does expect you to pay for his share of the ice cream though LMAO but really he enjoys all dates you two have that involves food. he eats anything and everything

except bugs, he won't even come close to that shit "you're telling me you're cool with eating a zombie...but not a beetle?" "yeah </3"

also holding hands?? yeah happens a lot after he started wearing gloves so no direct contact would ensue. holding hands while walking, hands intertwined while watching a shitty tv show on the sofa together, holding hands while doing literally anything. "why are your hands so cold?" clasps your hands with both of his, says you have him "put in too much effort for you"

"sir..." yeah, he's almost always the one instigating hand holding 😌

you and him also cuddle often, very careful with the way he touches you, making sure his body is against fabric and not skin. he's already content enough with the warmth your body gives him

you love to play with his hair, braiding it, up in a bun, anything really. and he especially loves when you run your hands through the strands of his long hair. it helps take his mind off things. definitely will reciprocate if you let him

another thing, he doesn't even try to come up with an excuse when he doesn't wanna do something labor inducing. will just straight up tell you he doesn't want to 😭 so you end up doing it yourself 😃

despite how lazy he can be and how hed rather drop dead than be doing too much, oddly enough he really enjoys baking. says its "not nearly comparable to working at a job" angel baby...chefs and culinary artists exist 😭

it started when you asked him to come over and bake something with you. he enjoyed the time spent together and how good the cookies you both made were hebarelyhelpedyoubye

loves red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting a LOT also, cherry pies. really loves those mfs

just has a really big sweet tooth omg

likes spending time with you overall. never knows when he'll be gone or vice versa, given the fact that he's a devilangelman

you two don't kiss very often either but you still do it because kisses make heart go brrr even though he scolds you not to. 1 week off of your life for a simple quick liplock? you'll take it baby :3 he lowkey loves the feeling of your plush lips on his though so,, he doesn't fight on it as much as he should

wishes he could decide how much of someone's lifespan he can take but unfortunately can't. if he could, he wouldn't take any at all from you

just wants to be happy and stay with you as long as possible :(( he'd never admit it but, you're what's keeping him going

which is why he doesnt understand why you're not more careful around him

"are you trying to die quicker?"

"im not. but i care a lot more about you. and if that means my days shorten just so we can spend more time together, so be it"

calls you a moron. says you humans need to care more about the time you have left on earth since there's not much. pretty ironic considering he's immortal but wishes to leave this place as soon as possible

he does find it touching that you cared that much about him; enough to sacrifice something as important as your life. wouldnt admit it but his feelings grew for you more that day along with the already very present need to protect you

you and him both know how much hes in desperate need of physical affection and you're more than willing to give it to him

the love you two shared was almost poetic <3

despite the obstacles you two have to overcome to make your relationship work overall, pretty and caring boyfriend. would 9/10 recommend

nsfw below the cut !

NSFw —

let's starts this off by saying, phew you're in for a rollercoaster to heaven and hell babe 😭

you begged to suck his dick bye

he just looked at you with the most deadpan expression in his eyes like "no.. im not gonna risk taking some of your life away just for that" and you were like "no baby it'll be worth it trust me pls"

he really doesn't want you to die basically

cause of death : dick

you are the definition of down bad, you are down bad as fuck

you ended up teasing him so much that day with lewd little whispers in his ear, "accidentally" grazing your hand over his clothed enclosed cock

"you don't know what you're asking for"

and yeah </3 you really didn't cause the moment you two were alone, away from any prying eyes, he shoved you down on your knees, head being forcefully pushed to come face to face with the obvious tent in his slacks

"such a needy little cockwhore" "is this what you wanted so badly huh?"

his head spins seeing you barely able to give back a reply, throat too preoccupied, busy being abused as you garbled out an incoherent 'yes' from those spit smeared, swollen lips. tears welled up in your eyes but fuck, it felt too good. hes taking control while you do it, hands gripping your hair; careful not to touch too much. you're being such a good girl for him. he's already taken a month off of you just by your mouth on him

speaking of which, since that's one of the biggest problems, he loooves using toys on you or watching you use them on yourself

watching you writher and moan, a blissed, fucked out look on your face. please he loves it, it turns him on so much

mutual masturbation is also a staple in the bedroom since you don't have to worry about touching each other and he doesn't have to worry about shortening your lifespan </3

but when he does feel like taking the risk mostly due to your happy-go-lucky ass 🙄

loves to finger fuck you. especially eating you out phew its like an ice cream sundae on a hot summers day to him. tongue lapping up and circling your little bundle of nerves lazily, mewls occasionally slipping from his pretty pink lips

overall, very uninterested-like, doesn't wanna put too much effort cause...no lol

angel : "i respect it, but it ain't me"

you really gotta rile him the fuck up if you want him to put more effort in and just go wild with no inhibitions, discarding the fact that he's removing some of your lifespan. that last part is really the only thing stopping him 95% of the time

now, even though i said he's uninterested in everything he does. even in the bedroom. don't fool yourself into thinking that he won't make you cum 3 times in a row cause he felt ' bored' that day even though you're begging him to spare you mercy, that its "too much" and he's like mmm "i don't feel like it" literally does not give two shits. you cant take it? hm too bad, cause he decides whether he's done or not

he's not really a horny person to begin with honestly. sex drive is really low since he doesn't need it but your sexy self changed him 😫

definitely a switch. no, i don't take constrictive criticism </3

also goodluck tryna get him to be an obedient submissive. he won't let you 😁

but,,, he still somehow takes control either way LMAO

he's both a brat and a brat tamer 💀

you'd realllly have to beg and whine for it, eventually caves in cause you're being annoying as fuck and doesn't wanna spend the energy bickering 'no' and 'yes' back and forth

he is soooo mf sensitive help swirl your tongue on the tip a little bit, follow the vein from the base stopping just right under the head- he's out. gone even. he just visited heavens gate right then and there

also, his moans bro? fucking angels are singing, a whole choir. you swear it sounds angelic as hell. probably because he is one 😟 but i digress. sound's breathy, panting almost. a little shaky too. soft groans mixed with low moans. timid and shy like he doesn't wanna let it out too much. a kept secret just between you and him

his face flushed, squirming and chest heaving, choked out pleas begging for release. he'd cuss you out and you'd coo something along the lines of :

"aww baby, if you stay still and be a good boy for me, maybe ill let you have it"

would eventually crack and give in cause holy shit he's about to cry

and does end up crying once you finish him off, overstimming him

"s'too much" he says. "ill say when its too much" yeah, you'd totally give him the same treatment he gave you 😇

honestly him subbing could go both ways. he gets pissed that you bossed him around to the point where he was begging for it and he ends up dicking you down cause fuck it what's 7 more months less of your lifespan when y'all are having the time of your lives in this very moment

or he ends up being exhausted as hell and goes out like a light immediately afterwards

couldn't deny afterwards how much he enjoyed being a subby bitch for you though </3

pegging? yeah, he was down for it after that. but that's for a different time 😚

overall, you and angels sex life is quite literally teetering on the edge of death

lifespan lost : 4 years

published : 6/4/21

[babypandawrites]

Allies, Pt. 12

The Siege of the North, Part Two

Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: Implications of Death, I think that's all? Word Count: 3,286 Summary: With the Fire Nation waging war on the Northern Water Tribe, you didn't expect things of the past to be brought up, but, when do you expect anything at this point.

Note: And here we have, the final part of Allies :') But don't worry- the story will continue in a sequel 👀 Phew I did not mean for this to take so long, but I was having a really hard time with the end and ended up having to change where the reader was towards the end for me to... actually be able to write the chapter. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed the story thus far! It means the world to me, really. It's crazy to think about how I've been working on this for four months! I hope you guys will stick with me for the months to come while I write the sequel :') I'll be carrying over the taglist to the sequel since it's the... same story just a different name heh. Let me know if you want to be added or taken off! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and that you all have a great day! <3 Also hi sorry bringing this poll back up bc the results are currently tied!!!

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Eyes blinking open, Y/n slowly came too. Her vision was blurry, and her head was pounding. Faintly, she could hear someone talking, but her head was too fuzzy to make out who it was and what they were saying. Her vision clearing, she could see a rocky ceiling, which seemed… odd. Was she in a cave?

When she tried to sit up, she found that she couldn’t move. Her arms were trapped against her sides, and her legs were bound together. Groaning quietly, Y/n twisted onto her side. Aang was on the ground a few feet away from her, hands bound behind his back. He didn’t seem… present.

Observing the situation more, she noted the figure that stood at the entrance to what she was assuming was a cave. They were still talking, and her head was finally clear enough to make out what they were saying.

“I don’t need luck though, I don’t want it. I’ve always had to struggle and fight and that’s made me strong. It’s made me who I am.”

Struggling weakly against her bindings, Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together. “..Zuko..?”

His head turned to the side slightly, an acknowledgement that she was awake, but he didn’t turn to face her. “Don’t bother trying to get free, I’ll just knock you out again.” He paused for a short moment. “Sorry about that, I just.. I knew you wouldn’t give up. You never have.”

Zuko had… taken her too. Why…?

Grunting, she continued to struggle against the rope, stopping only when Zuko rested his hand on her arm. “What did I just say? Did I knock you in the head that hard?” Sighing, Zuko settled on the ground next to her. “I’d prefer if you didn’t make me knock you out again. You probably think otherwise but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Opting to stay silent, she shuffled in place. He watched her carefully, before awkwardly looking about once she stopped moving. He took in a deep breath, when she started shuffling again. “Are you.. uncomfortable?” Being met with silence, Zuko glanced at Y/n to see she was looking at him with a blank expression. “I can sit you up, if you want.”

Not receiving an answer once again, he let out an annoyed breath. “Conversations usually go both ways, Y/n.”

Still, she looked at him blankly. “I don’t think people typically converse with their captors, Zuko.”

“Well, we used to be friends!” Crossing his arms with a huff, Zuko slumped against the cave wall. “I guess the key phrase is ‘used to be’, isn’t it?” He clicked his tongue, before breathing out a sigh. “I didn’t capture you to turn you in, we could… still be friends.”

Y/n took on a pensive expression. “Then why..?”

“Why did I capture you..?” Receiving a nod of confirmation, Zuko shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“You don’t… know..?”

“No! Okay?! I just-” Breathing out another annoyed breath, he dropped his head into his hands. “Why? Why did you leave? I thought… I thought we had each other's backs and… and you just up and leave?! Just like that?! No explanation, no nothing!? So why?!” Continuing to stay silent, Y/n grimaced internally at the rise in Zuko’s volume. The more he spoke, the louder he got. It was almost hard to imagine that this was the boy she grew up with.

Zuko scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “Fine then. It doesn’t matter anyways- You’ve chosen your path.” He let out a laugh, one edging on hysterical. “You know, I thought maybe I could sit here and convince you to come back, but I can see that isn’t going to work… The Avatar and his friends have won your favor.” He was silent for a moment, seemingly calming down from his outburst. “Uncle told me that I shouldn’t be mad at you, that I should respect your decision to find your own path. How can I do that when your so-called path is going against me?”

Before Zuko could continue, Aang came too, returning from the spirit world. Attention turned to the boy, when he started to struggle against his bonds. After a short moment of futile struggle, he sat up to face Zuko.

“Welcome back.”

“Good to be back.” Aang spoke with a threatening tone, blinding reaching around with his hands- which were tied behind his back -to try and find Y/n’s wrist. Once he was able to grab onto her wrist, he took in a deep breath and blew Zuko away from them while simultaneously shooting both him and Y/n out of the cave. The two landed in the snow outside, where Aang started to caterpillar crawl.

It didn’t take long for Zuko to get to them, grabbing Aang by the collar and lifting him in the air once he did. “That won’t be enough to escape.”

Suddenly, Appa appeared above them, before landing on the ground. Y/n breathed out a sigh of relief. Katara got off the bison, as Zuko dropped Aang back into the snow. “Here for a rematch?”

“Trust me, Zuko, it’s not going to be much of a match.”

Katara blocked a fireball Zuko shot at her, sending a wave of ice towards him. Once the ice reached him, she encased him in a pillar of ice that she raised high from the ground. When she dropped him, he fell to the ground unconscious.

Sokka jumped off of Appa, rushing over to Aang to cut his bonds. “Hey! This is some quality rope!” He commented, before moving to Y/n to free her as well.

“We need to get to the oasis! The spirits are in trouble!” Aang got up, and ran to Appa, while Sokka helped Y/n to her feet.

Everyone was on the bison, ready for take off, but Aang hesitated on leaving, looking towards Zuko’s knocked out form. “Wait, we can’t just leave him here.”

“Sure we can. Let’s go.”

Y/n shook her head softly. “No, Aang’s right, we can’t leave him. He could die.”

Aang jumped off Appa, and grabbed Zuko to bring him up onto the bison. Sokka watched him with a somewhat exasperated expression. “Yeah, this makes a lot of sense. Let’s bring the guy who’s constantly trying to kill us!”

As they started to fly back to the Spirit Oasis, the moon changed to a blood red, casting a red light over everything. This seemed to affect Yue, who held her head in pain, letting out a groan.

Sokka looked at her concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I feel faint.”

Aang, with a hand to his head, looked at the moon. “I feel it too. The Moon Spirit is in trouble.”

Yue glanced at the moon as well. “I owe the Moon Spirit my life.”

“What do you mean?” Sokka questioned.

“When I was born I was very sick and very weak. Most babies cry when they’re born… But I was born as if I were asleep. My eyes closed. Our healers did everything they could. They told my mother and father I was going to die. My father pleaded with the spirits to save me… that night, beneath the full moon, he brought me to the oasis and placed me in the pond. My dark hair turned white, I opened my eyes and began to cry- and they knew I would live. That’s why my mother named me Yue, for the moon.”

They neared the oasis as Yue finished her story, to find Zhao there- a bag in hand and Momo on his head trying to stop him from what he was doing. The group got off Appa when he landed, sans Yue and Zuko, ready to fight Zhao and the other Fire Nation soldiers in the oasis.

“Don’t bother!” Zhao held a knife to the bag he had, which must have had the Moon Spirit trapped inside.

Aang dropped his staff, raising his hands in surrender. “Zhao! Don’t!”

“It’s my destiny… to destroy the Moon… and the Water Tribe.”

Y/n glared at the man, resisting her urge to attack him. “You’re insane.”

“Destroying the moon won’t just hurt the Water Tribe. It will hurt everyone- including you. Without the moon, everything would fall out of balance. You have no idea what kind of chaos that would unleash on the world.” Aang tried to reason with him, but Y/n wasn’t sure words alone would stop the man.

“He is right, Zhao!” Heads turned to Iroh, as he approached.

“General Iroh, why am I not surprised to discover your treachery?” Zhao spoke in a bored tone.

Iroh lowered his hood. “I’m no traitor, Zhao, the Fire Nation needs the moon too. We all depend on the balance.”

Unsurprisingly, Zhao continued to hold his threat on the Moon Spirit, the knife he held at the bag it was captive in not dropping.

“Whatever you do to that spirit I’ll unleash on you ten-fold!” Iroh pointed a finger at Zhao, before taking on a firebending stance. “LET IT GO, NOW!”

After a moment of stillness, Zhao faltered, lowering the bag. He kneeled and released the fish of the Moon Spirit back into the pond. The red light casted from the moon returned back to normal.

Seeing something move in the corner of her eye, Y/n’s attention moved to the right, just in time for her to see a figure sneaking away. Careful not to draw attention to herself, she followed after them, noting that Zuko was missing from Appa’s saddle as she snuck by. He was taking the chance to sneak away, while everyone was focused on Zhao. If she had anything to say about it, he wouldn’t be getting far.

In her pursuit, the moon fell dark, probably thanks to Zhao. It’s not a surprise that he would try and kill the moon spirit, even after letting it go. Keeping her distance and staying as hidden as she can, Y/n continued to follow Zuko- Only stopping when he did. Eyebrows furrowing together, she watched as he shot a blast of flames to a lower area from where they stood- Which was shot at Zhao.

The man stopped in his steps, looking up at Zuko incredulously. “You’re alive?”

“You tried to have me killed!”

He shot several more blasts at Zhao, which he was able to dodge. When he tried to run off in the other direction, Y/n moved quickly to grab her bow and an arrow, shooting it at the ground in front of him. Both Zhao and Zuko were shocked by this, not having noticed her before.

“You tried to have him killed?!”

Zhao’s gaze darted between the two, before primarily focusing on Zuko. “Yes, I did. You’re the Blue Spirit- and enemy of the Fire Nation! You freed the Avatar!” Pausing, he pointed to Y/n. “And her!” His words dripped with venom.

“I had no choice!”

Zuko fired several more attacks at Zhao, while Y/n readied an arrow- though she waited to shoot it until the right moment. Zhao avoided the attacks, removing and dropping his smoking cloak as they subsided. “You should have chosen to accept your failure- your disgrace! Then, at least you could have lived.”

Returning the fire, the two end up in a short exchange of attacks, before Zuko blasted Zhao in the chest, knocking him down. Having seemed to realize Y/n was waiting for the right moment for attack, Zuko glanced at her. “Now.”

Though she didn’t need his signal- In quick succession she fired two arrows at Zhao, one pinning his sleeve to the ground, the other pinning his pant leg. The two jumped down to the lower level Zhao was, landing on either side of him as he struggled to free his clothes from the arrows. Zuko took on a firebending stance, while Y/n pulled another arrow through her bow. They both waited to attack, watching the man carefully.

Finally wiggling the arrow free from his shirt sleeve, he scoffed, looking between the two. “Two traitors working together again, hm? I’m not surprised at this point.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes when the Admiral quit trying to wiggle the arrow pinning his pant leg down free, quickly pivoting on her heel at realization. Twisting to the side, she narrowly dodged the arrow when he threw it at her. This initiated the fight once again, Zuko sending a relentless stream of attacks. Realizing her bow wasn’t going to get her anywhere in a close range fight, Y/n hooked it away onto her quiver, running at Zhao while he traded fire blasts with Zuko. She grabbed onto his arm as he tried to send an attack at the prince, yanking it to the side so the blast shot to the right. He twisted his other arm to send a fireball right into her face, which she was able to duck away from as she released his arm. The momentary distraction gave Zuko the opening to shoot a powerful blast at Zhao, knocking him back a bit.

Unable to keep his attention on both of them at once, Y/n was able to swipe her leg at his ankles while he was focused on Zuko, knocking him down. Not relenting, Zhao shot a blast at Y/n, catching her off guard and knocking her down. She rolled out of the way of another blast, before Zuko helped her off the ground- While firing at Zhao. The two looked at each other briefly, sharing a nod.

Running at Zhao once again, Y/n twisted, ducked and dodged the attacks sent at her, while also giving room for Zuko to send his own blasts at the man. Once close enough, she started throwing punches at Zhao, taking his attention in the fight. The close proximity of the fight didn’t stop him from using his fire, leaving parts of her clothes to be singed. She ducked when he tried to punch her with a blazing fist, giving the opening for Zuko to send another powerful blast at Zhao, knocking him down once again.

He didn’t get up this time, rather looking past the two with a horror ridden expression. “It can’t be!”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/n turned to see what he was looking at- The moon. In the heat of the battle, she hadn’t noticed it started to shine bright once again.

Suddenly, water rose up coalescing around the bridge they were on, taking the form of a large fish like creature. It reached out and grabbed Zhao, pulling him off the bridge. He struggled against it, before Zuko reached out to him. “Take my hand!”

For a moment, it seemed like he was going to grasp onto Zuko’s hand, but instead drew back- an expression of hate taking over his features. Zhao was taken under the surface of the water, disappearing. Crossing her arms, Y/n looked at the surface of the water in near disbelief.

Silence lingered in the air, it only being broken when Zuko quietly cleared his throat. Looking up from the surface of the water, she glanced over at him. He took a minute, before speaking up.

“Listen, Y/n… I’m… sorry. For everything. I- Ugh, what am I even trying to say here.”

She raised an eyebrow in amusement. “That you’re sorry?”

“Yes- Wait, I already said that..” He breathed out a sigh, holding a hand to his forehead. Laughing softly, she held out her hand.

“Truce?”

He hesitated for a moment, before grasping onto her hand, a soft smile tugging up his lips. “Truce.”

Tugging him a step closer, Y/n put an arm around his neck, bringing him into a hug. Zuko tensed at the action, but returned it nonetheless.

“We can still be friends..” Mumbling quietly, she broke away from the hug. “But I need to get back to them.”

“I.. understand.” He paused. “Actually, no, I don’t. But… I won’t stop you.”

Offering a small smile, she slipped past him, intending to go back to the oasis. She stopped on the way there, however, seeing that her friends were gathered. Katara waved her over, inviting her into the group hug they were currently sharing. Running over, she joined them, a wide smile on her face.

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Sea water gently splashed up against the sides of the boat, spraying past the railings. The more Y/n sat with her back against them, her head leaned back, the more the back of her shirt and her hair dampened from the water. Eyes closed, she took in a deep breath. With her terrible track record on boats, she didn’t know that being out at sea could be so… relaxing.

“Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head softly in response. “You can’t either?”

Sokka breathed out a quiet, somewhat tense, laugh. “No..” He paused for a short moment. “Do you mind?”

Opening her eyes to see that he was motioning to the space on the deck next to her, Y/n offered a soft smile. “Not at all.”

Muttering a small thanks, he gave a weak smile in return, before settling down next to her. He sat close enough for their shoulders to press together, the close proximity made her heart race.

Silence lingered over them for a long moment, before Y/n spoke up. “I heard what happened… With Yue.”

Breathing out a soft sigh, Sokka tilted his head back, looking up at the moon. “Yeah… I figured you would.”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up but- I just wanted to say if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always right here.”

“Thanks..” He paused for a moment. “You know, I went to that shop you were working at once when you weren’t there. I was trying to catch you there, that… didn’t work out- Obviously.” He breathed out a quiet chuckle, digging into his coat pocket. “But I did meet that lady you worked for, and she asked me to make sure this got to you.” He held out a bracelet, the one she’d been looking at in the shop before she started working there.

Her eyes widened slightly. “I forgot about that.”

“That’s why she asked me to give it to you. Let me see your wrist.” He tied the bracelet around her wrist, once she held it out to him.

“Thanks.” She spoke with a smile, twisting her wrist slightly causing the stone to glint in the moonlight.

“It’s no problem.” Smirking, he took on a slightly teasing tone. “I didn’t expect you to be a jewelry person.”

Pressing a hand to her chest, she feigned an over exaggerated offence. “Just because I lived in a forest and can fight better than you doesn’t mean I can’t like girly things.”

He looked at her offended. “You cannot fight better than me!” She leaned a bit closer to him, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna test that theory?”

Falling silent, he gulped. “No, I think I’m good.”

They were both quiet, before breaking into a short fit of laughter. Leaning back against the boat's railing, Y/n hugged one of her knees to her chest.

Once again, silence fell over them. After a few moments, a sudden weight was on her shoulder. Tensing slightly, she looked to the side, to see that Sokka had fallen asleep- His head now leaning on her shoulder. She opened her mouth to wake him up, but stopped herself.

Something in her didn’t want to wake him up… The closeness was… Nice.

Letting her eyes fall closed, she leaned her head back, absentmindedly fiddling with the bracelet tied around her wrist. She felt so calm, but still her heart raced, and she wasn’t sure why.

With certain thoughts and memories coming to mind, however, the pieces started to fit together.

And it was in that moment, Y/n realized.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ IWAIZUMI HAJIME BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . Herrroooo! 👋🏽 May I request a Baby daddy head canon (The “as dads” head canons lol) please? For Iwaizumi and Nishinoya please and thank you 💞 Love your writing too!!!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . jae idk whether anyone has requested this but is it okay if i request for some iwaizumi and ushi dad HCs 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ur HCs make me SO soft and tbh i just wanna live in ur imaginations 😢💞

❝ ― submitted by @b0kuto <3 ❞

✎ . . . since you did oikawa as a dad, what about my boyfie iwachann?? and maybe how their kids will interact with each other, thank you if you ever consider💛

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ iwaizumi hajime <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSUROU & KOZUME KENMA HEADCANONS. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . happy 900 followers and happy birthday lizzie !! @kaidasen , i have two other iwaizumi hcs in my inbox and one being another dad req but not just general hcs and phew i'm tired

IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

➜ i'm not a s*mp but,,,

➜ i would glady offer him my hand in marraige

➜ you two weren't quick to settle down, since the both of you have been busy with your own jobs especially then, trying to survive a comitted long-distance relationship

➜ but now that it has been almost a year since you two got married, hajime knew he wanted to start a family with you

➜ and when i tell you that if MANS EVER EVEN THOUGHT of having children WITH YOU, you're in it for a long long run my love

➜ listen ─ iwa is a rational and decisive man, stubborn too, but overall thinks first before bringing these types lf serious stuff with you

➜ knowing that once you agree, mans will not be able to hold back anymore

➜ it was quite funny actually, since it has been a running joke between you two with your baby fever phase in high school that you soon grew out of when you attended collage.

➜ iwa used to relentlessly tease tf out of you but even then, he couldn't help but be the one that you want to have a child with

➜ now all the left over pride he has vanished away while he looks like a CLOWN as he nervously asked you about starting a family with him

➜ emodiment of👉👈😳🥺

➜ because now it was YOUR turn to tease tf out of him, payback bitch

➜ iwa : what if we . . start a family?? 😳👉👈 haha i'm joking . . . unless??

➜ you : it's funny how bitches turned into my fans💅💸

“ wow how the turn tables ”

“ baby girl, i don't think that's how it ─ ”

“ ─ aha simp ”

➜ but regardless, you immediately agreed to his offer and you BET that iwa would give you payback for all the teasing you have done in the bedroom

➜ ok bet fill me up to the brim sir

➜ okay um chile ,, i have to keep reminding of myself that this is a family friendly show

➜ he may be a little busy with work sometimes, but he'll always try to have time to go with you on your baby check ups and appointments which, he, actually booked the second you told him you were pregnant

➜ but whenever he doesn't, he would always be a lot more affectionate whenever he goes home to see you and would hear how you talk about updates from the doctor as he just RUBS YOUR TUMMY as he apologizes for not coming with you😭

➜ when you gave birth to a beautiful hanako, iwa couldn't help but cry because wow??YOU ARE SO WONDERFUL AND HE IS SO PROUD TO HAVE YOU AS HIS WIFE, AND YOU GAVE HIM THIS LOVELY MASTERPIECE OKAY AIGHT

➜ hajime didn't really care about gender now, but before he actually wanted a son, but as i said now, all his mind was just about you and your daughter ─ his precious girls

➜ besides, he has all the time in the world to make a son with you or two

➜ hanako, no matter how sweet she could be ─ she is lowkey a little shit too

➜ prefers hajime over you but would LOVE to rile him up and make it seem that she prefers you over him

➜ he would be a strict father, but such a softie for his daughter that he forgets why he even was mad when your daughter pulls up with THE TRUMP CARD with the same puppy eyes you always used on him

➜ like mans was already a goner but aight

➜ gets FLUSTERED AND EMBARESSED whenever hanako wants him to play with her with her dolls and he also has to act out with her lmao, but we all know she was doing it on purpose

➜ your daughter is a   s a d i s t

➜ makes her dad watch all the OLD barbie movies because she doesn't👏like👏the👏new👏ones👏

➜ periodt 😡💅

➜ has grown to LOVE the thought of being a princess AND HAJIME CALLS HER PRINCESS ALL THE TIME AHH

“ but daddy i'm a princess !! of course i need a prince ” hanako pouted as iwaizumi's tick mark just grew with the thought of his daughter having another boy in her life other than him ( and oikawa & perhaps future brothers😳 )

“ why would you need a prince when you already have your knight in shinning armor here, ” he gestured vigorously to himself with his hands moving up and down from his head to toe

“ oh yeah! i guess i'm okay with that ” your daughter giggled before calling out to you as she saw you coming into her line of sight, reaching her hands out for you to carry her

➜ and by the time you have her in your arms, she would always nuzzle her little head onto your neck, but this time, before he could, she looked back at her father ─ but this time with a mischievous glint

“ ─ for now ” she smiled cheekily before tugging you to head over to kitchen because one, she wants to get away from her father's intense aura emitting from him, and two, she was hungry

➜ as you can see, bb girl loves to rile up her father, but as i said, iwa could never stay mad for too long

➜ would, yes, kinda yell at his kids, but would NEVER EVER hit them

➜ would kinda BONK🔨💥 them but not the childhood traumatizing methods

➜ he has strong beliefs that hitting children are a no-go, because it would probably affect them in the future, and there are other, better and appropriate ways to handle them without leaving them in child trauma

➜ since argentina is close to california where you and iwa have settled down, you bet that oikawa BEGGED them to have a small little reunion atleast every other three months LMAO

➜ and when you gave birth to your son, hayato, oikawa's offer did not STOP, and when oikawa finally had the time to visit you guys with his family ─ it was chaotic.

➜ first of, hanako is so mean to oikawa for some reason but she also kinda likes him too?? 😭

➜ oikawa : that's so upsettin😔

➜ then moves to hayato because unLIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE, hayato being the precious bb boy he is, accepted all the love oikawa would give him

“ hana-chan, yahoo !! ” before uncle tooru could engulf hanako as he ran up to her with arms open wide, she avoided his figure as he went pass her and hit himself on a lampost

➜ with a blank stare, she crouched to his cowering figure as he rubbed the spot on his head that hit the post while whining, poking his side in curiousity.

“ uncle, are you alright ─ ”

“ ─ oi, shittykawa what are you doing ─ ”

➜ as you and your husband along with oikawa's wife and kids, run up to where the two duo were crouching, your toddler son tilted his head innocently

“ shittykawa . . . ? ”

➜ usually these reunion day would always end in traditional family dinner with the iwaizumis and the oikawas ─ and after that, their offsprings just couldn't get away from each other when it's time to go 🥺

“ i don't want them to leave :( ” hayato pouted as he wouldn't let go of his little tug on akiro's sweater

“ hana-chan !! ” hikaru clung onto hanako as hanako quietly glared at him, trying to shake him off while she shyly held onto akio as aiko starts scolding her little brother

➜ also side note : you bet that they would come back to japan just to attend aobajohsai

➜ anywh0res😍

➜ iwaizumi is the type of dad that would give EQUAL amounts of love to his children, would never have favouritism with his children because that shit actually hurts ngl😔

➜ would arm wRESTLE with hayato but he doesn't wanna hurt him so he would always let him win though it may cost his pride

➜ someone thirst with me about his arms please😭😭

➜ when he's soft'ish

➜ it was near father's day and you have been planning for it along with your children but you guys were anything BUT LOWKEY

➜ iwaizumi could literally hear giggling in one of the rooms and he goes to check it out and sees nodding vigorously at hayato.

➜ wanting to join in the fun, he opened the door and leaned onto the door frame expecting for you to call for him to join you guys

➜ but to his suprised, you guys stayed unusually quiet while your two kids avoided eye contact with him

➜ iwaizumi was upset being left out, but didn't really comment on it. but as father's day rolls in with your two kids waking him up as he goes down to the kitchen to see his favourite breakfast along with some cards from hanako and hayato, and with you smiling warmly at him as you took off your apron before kissing him a goodmorning in his cheeks ─ he knew it was worth it, whatever you guys were planning

“ ew, mommy kissed dada!! ” shrieked by your children as hajime stuck a tongue at them as he grinned at you, lovesick, before he could get to steal kiss on your lips, you pushed his head to look at the opposite side

“ brush your teeth first, and THEN, i will think about kissing you ”

[ikemensweetheart]

Fireflies Chapter One

A Luka x Reader Story

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You grew up next door to the Clemance brothers.

You would consider Jonah your best friend and there was something more between you and Luka.

Some time after Luka leaves Red Territory,  you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage.

Desperate to escape, you follow his example.

There, fate brings you back together.

But how will this love story play out?

*Author's notes: This took long than I expected to write.

The air was warm and full of music. Lanterns lit up the night as couples danced and laughed together in an open field as crickets joined in the chorus.

A young man sighed, his dark hair gleaming in the light as he watched the dancers from a safe distance away. "Why am I even here?" He asked the violet eyed man sitting next to him at the picnic table.

"Because it's our duty to protect these people, Luka." his companion replied. "We can't do that if we don't form bonds with them and what better way to do that than a party."

Luka blew his bangs out of his face.

Sirius gave him an amused smile. Luka really wasn't one for parties and it showed.

"Hey," he said after a moment. "Let's go get something to drink."

Luka looked up at him skeptically before speaking. "I guess."

Together, the two Black Army officers stood up and walked over to the refreshment table at the edge of the field. 

"Hey, Luka! Sirius!" Fenrir waved to them from a cluster of people near the table. "Finally decided to join the party, I see."

"You look like you're having fun." Sirius commented.

"You betcha." Fenrir replied grinning. 

Just then, Seth came out from among the dancers. "Phew, I'm parched." He declared, walking over to the refreshment table. "Oh, Luka. Are you here to dance?"

"No." Luka said. "I'm just here for a drink." He added, reaching for a cup and then pouring himself some lemonade.

"What?!" Seth exclaimed. "And miss out on spending time with all these lovely ladies?"

"He's right, you gotta live a little, Luka." Fenrir added.

Luka shook his head. "No thanks." He the took a drink from his cup

Seth and Fenrir give each other a conspiracitory look.

They nod and both move to stand behind Luka. "Look, see that group of girls right there? Why don't you go over and ask one of them to dance?" Seth whispered into Luka's ear.

"What? No!" Luka yells as the two of them start pushing him towards the aforementioned group of girls several. feet away from the refreshment table, chatting with one another as they waited for someone to ask them to dance.

Right into a you as you were stepping away from the table.

You yelp as the two of you collide and you go tumbling to the ground.

"Oh no. Are-are you alright?" Luka asks, kneeling down to offer you a hand up.

"Yeah, I'm okay…" Luka freezes as your familiar eyes look up to meet his own golden amber ones.

Your face looks exactly as he remembers, long hair tumbling softly around your shoulders.

You stare at him with the same disbelief he's feeling.

"Luka?" You murmur.

"MC?" He whispers back.

It was you. MC Saint-James. Your family was one of the wealthiest families that didn't hold a rank in the Red Army. Your family's estate had been right next to his. The two of you were the same age, so you had often played together as children.

He hadn't seen you in years, not since he had left for boarding school. You were much more filled out than when he had told you goodbye. You weren't a lanky teenager anymore and you were even prettier than he remembered...

He stared at you, his brain going a thousand miles a minute.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? He never dreamed in a million years he would see you again.

The mere sight of you brought old feelings back up to the surface.

"Friend of yours, Luka?" Fenrir asks, stepping up beside him. Interrupting Luka's thoughts.

"Well, um-" Luka's cheeks started to turn red. How was he going to explain this?

"How come you never told us you knew such a pretty lady?!" Seth demands, indignantly. 

Luka's face grew even redder. Meanwhile, you giggled "Well, thank you. I'm MC."

"Seth Hyde, at your service and this is Fenrir."

"Hey." Fenrir says, giving you a dashing smile.

"Alright, that's enough." Sirius cut in before the two of them could get any further. He then turned to you. "Sorry about them. They tend to get a little over zealous. You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." You reply, taking the hand he was now offering. "Good." Sirius gives you a small smile as he helps you up. Luka quickly gets to his feet as well. 

Sirius then turns to face Seth and Fenrir, his face becoming serious. "You two with me." 

"What? But Sirius!"

"Things are getting good!" 

"No buts. Come on." Sirius takes the other two by the arms, leaving you and Luka alone at the table.

The two of you stand there awkwardly. Luka nervously shuffles his feet before asking. "What are you doing here? In Black Territory, I mean."

"I live here now."

Luka blinked owlishly. "Oh." His gaze returned to his feet.

There is another pause. The music fades away as another song ends.

"Congratulations." You say suddenly. Luka looks up at you confused. "Hm?"

"I heard you were promoted to Jack of Spades. That's not an easy feat, or so I've been told."

"Ah... Thanks."

You lapse once more into awkward silence.

Luka was about to try to excuse himself when the band started up a lively new song.

Your eyes light up and you look at him. "Do you want to dance?" You ask. Luka's eyes go wide.  "Uuh..."

You break out grinning as you take his hand and lead the way out onto the dance floor. "Come on, Luka!"

'Come on, Luka.' You used to always say that before leading him into some kind of adventure.

You fall into the rhythm of the reel with ease, though it takes Luka a moment to follow the tune was a lot faster tban he was used to, but soon the two of you are spinning, twirling and weaving around the other dancers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It felt good. It felt good to see your smile again.

When the song ends the two of you collapse on the edge of the field laughing and giggling.

"That was fun." You declare.

"I thought…" Luka said as he struggled to catch his breath. "You hated dancing."

"I hated those stuffy, dull, never-ending parties and the waltzes that went with them." You reply, laying down in the grass. "But not these. These parties are so full of life. It's wonderful"

Luka gave a small chuckle. She hasn't changed. He thought to himself.

Once the two of you caught your breath, you sat back up to see the dancer floor was starting to empty. "I guess it's time to start heading home." You murmured, sounding disappointed.

"Do… Do you want me to walk with you?" Luka asked quietly.

You look over at him, your eyes widening a fraction before you smile at him. "Sure."

"Alright, then." Luka gets to his feet and offers you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to your feet.

"Which way are we going?" He asks.

"This way." You take the lead, walking away from the lantern light and into the night.

The moon guided your way as the two of you walked down a dirt road. It was quiet other than the sound of the crickets singing among the grass.

Luka had so many questions that he wanted to ask you, but where to start?

"How long have you been in Black Territory?" He finally asks. "About six months now."

That long? "How's your mother?"

Your smile immediately vanished. "She's passed away." Your words barely more than a whisper.

Luka stops dead in his tracks. "Oh…" he breaths. "I'm so sorry." He wished he had something better to say. Your mother had been so kind to him over the years, it hurt to think that she was gone.

You stop too, turning to look at him. "It's okay, I'm just glad she didn't have to witness the fallout between Father and me."

"What do you mean?" He asked as the two of you resumed walking. "Do you remember Andre Montgomery?" You ask in return.

"The scumbag?" The mention of the name had Luka's stomach twisting in disgust.

"Father was pushing for me to marry him." 

Luka found himself skidding to a halt once more. He stared at you in disbelief, mouth agape.

Once again, You stop and turn. There was a sadness to your face, your head drooping slightly. "Pretty much my reaction too. Father wasn't taking no for an answer though. There was no talking any reason into him." You lift your head up and give him a reluctant smile. "At least some good came out of it. I can see you again."

Luka doesn't say anything when you start walking again. 

The two of you go a little ways before he asks: "Have you been settling in alright?" His move into Black Territory had been buffered by boarding school. You coming from the lifestyle you used to live straight away couldn't have been easy for you.

"It's been a challenge, but my new neighbors have been a godsend." He couldn't help but smile. He was glad that you managed to find yourself some good people to help you.

"Have you found a job?" He knew several businesses that would hire you if you didn't.

"Yeah. It's at an adorable little booklender in Central, right across from the park. It's called Callahan's Books."

Luka knew exactly where she was talking about. It was on Seth's patrol route. No wonder he hadn't crossed paths with you until now.

Suddenly, you gasp, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Luka, look."

"What?" He asks when you grab his hand and drag him to the side of the road. "Fireflies."

Sure enough, the meadow along the side of the road was filled with hundreds for fireflies dancing in the night air.

"Remember when we used to sneak out to go watch them?" You ask. "I remember you used to be adamant that they were baby stars." He says.

You stick your lip out in a pout, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "I was six, okay? Give me a break." 

You both look at each other then burst out giggling. "There was always a scolding waiting for us when we got home, but it was worth it."

"Yeah." Luka smiles and nods. "It's getting late." He then says. "Yeah." You reply. "My home isn't much farther ahead."

You sigh, leaving the fireflies to their dance as you made the last stretch of the walk home.

All too soon, you reach a group of cottages clustered together with their neat little fenced in gardens.

You walk up to a cottage that looks slightly shabbier than the rest. "Well," you say. "This is it, home sweet home."

Luka studies it quietly. The siding needed a fresh coat of paint. The fence was in desperate need of mending and weeds were rampant in the garden. Other than that, it looks sturdy. "I mean, it still needs a lot of work, but it's not as bad as when I first moved in." You explain at the fence gate. "I'd invite you in for tea, but it's already so late." You add. Luka smiles at you. "Yeah." He murmurs. "Rain check then?"

He nods and you smile back at him. "Alright. I'll hold you to it. Goodnight, Luka."

"Goodnight, MC." Luka responds as you step into the garden. 

He waits until you've entered the cottage before turning away and making his way back to his own home.

To be continued....

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Chapter 2

I hope you all enjoyed! If you like it, please reblog!

Stay safe everyone💕

[ask-svt-hearteu]

A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

Anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1566

okay to start this off

I think it's safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend

you've known each other since high school

you've supported him before and after his debut

you were right beside him during his trainee years

the both of you have spent a lot of time together

made wonderful memories together

and have earned each other's trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times

you two were practically inseparable

and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for

"Jihoonie can we go get food?" You plead

"Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets

"okay.." You respond softly as you sit back

without even 5 minutes passing

"Fine fine let's go get food. Just stop acting cute." He says as he exits the studio

you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face

you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at

"Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek

"Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away

"They're not wrong. You are cute." You smile sweetly at his direction

Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that

and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon

"Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us."

everything was fine with the both of you

beyond fine in fact

one problem tho

you fell for him

tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn't

falling for him wasn't the only problem 

what would happen if you told him was another

yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other

but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 

and your whole relationship with him might end

because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them

so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 

not knowing whether you'll get hurt or not

and it's really scary considering that you're risking your whole relationship here

one wrong move and you could lose him

but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point

so you slowly start showing signs

like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does

and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday

"Ahh my Jihoonie~ You're working hard for this comeback. Here's a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n"

"Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It's alright haha don't worry~ Don't overwork yourself. xoxo y/n"

"Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don't overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n"

or by casually flirting every now and then

"I didn't know angels walk among us." you wink at him

"Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us." he smirks at you

"...Jihoon I swear." you playfully hit him on his shoulder

yeT HE DOESN'T NOTICE ONE THING

his members did though

they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,

how soft and gentle you talk to him,

how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can't

they noticed it all

and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together

even though you didn't need help, they insisted

"No really guys, it's fine. You don't have to."

"Nope. We're gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not."

and boy did they help

they've tried a lot of things too 

one was when all of you went to an amusement park

and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream

they all suddenly disappeared

leaving you with just Jihoon

"Where did everyone go?" he asks, holding his cup of ice cream

"I don't know." you say in confusion

bECAUSE THEY DIDN'T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS

after like minutes of waiting for them

the both of you have already finished your ice creams

"Let's just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go." He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride

and wasn't that one of the best days you have ever had

still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan

but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon

so it's a win-win

another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm

and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven

where you write your name on a piece of paper

put it in a box

and whoever's name is in the paper you pick

you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes

hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven

after a few rounds of the game 

by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes

it was finally your turn

and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment

"Jihoon." 

everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that

"I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said

"How could it be small for you when you're already small?" You teasingly asked

"Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 

surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn't that awkward

maybe because it was just the two of you

yes you two were in a small closet

yes you're almost leaning against him

but it wasn't awkward

the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two

and that was it

as much to your and the members' disappointment

nothing happened

after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together

you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all

the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 

the two of you decided to have a movie marathon

it is now between 11-12 am

the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie

"Why did she do that?" He asks in frustration

"I don't know, that's why we're watching it"

"She shouldn't have done that." He replies

a few minutes later

the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one

"Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?" You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him

"Sure"

and as if the universe wanted to play with you again

a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 

allowing him to see your lock screen

the notification covered some of it but it's really obvious that it was him in your lock screen

"Ahh! No don't look at it!" You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him

he didn't say anything

he just smirked

"You have me as your lockscreen?" He looks at you

"Erm..no..what are y-" 

"Mhmm, I know you're lying right now." He said 

"Fine fine. Yes it's you. Let me explain"

he just nods in response

"okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for...for you." you say looking down, blushing 

he just stayed quiet

"Please if you don't feel the same way, that's fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend." You plead

"Ahh...I uhm.." he says

"...what is it?" You ask him

he says nothing and just hands you his phone

and you see that

his homepage is a picture of you

"I like you too y/n.." 

you were honestly about to scream

but you just pulled him in for a hug

"Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!" You say

"I just told you I liked you too and you're still calling me your best friend?" He said jokingly

"What do you want me to call you then?" You ask as you pull away from the hug

"Mine" he smirks

you hit him lightly on his chest

"Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that." You say to him

"Anyway...now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?" He asks

"Yes! Ofcourse!" You respond basically screaming

"Calm down. Let's continue watching the movie. Or maybe let's find another one. This one's getting boring." He chuckles

he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle

without hesitation

you went in 

the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.

"How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?" You ask

"Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you."

MASTERLIST

[youreyeson1y]

why i deleted the story on ao3 and started over?

so basically, i made a major change to my story. i started off with the chapter word count ranging from 4 to 6k. even though i wanted it to be like a traditional novel story with long chapters and all, most of my readers on wattpad were not comfortable with the lengthy chapters. and i have most whatdoyacallit- reader engagement (?) on wattpad, so of course i wanted to make the readability easier for them. so instead of the usual 5k+, every chapter was basically broken into two parts and now have a word count of 1.9 to 3k words.

so then, i'd initially thought that i'd keep the ao3 chapters as it is because i feel like long ass chapters don't really matter when youre on ao3. but then i thought that it would be kind of chaotic if i have like different chapters on different platforms- like everything from writing and posting and editing would be weird so i thought might as well adapt to this new format.

i could easyly add and edit new/old chapters on wattpad so that wasn't a problem, but the whole ao3 behind the scenes html editor thingys really overwhelm me so i thought i should just start over 😭💀

now that that is out of the way, i also wanna acknowledge how having shorter chapters has helped my improve my mental health so much!

before i was like oh no i have to write a new chapter and i just sit in front of my laptop hoping 5 thousand words would just pop up. and in the end, i couldn't write anything. i started procrastinating, i was stressed, i was AFRAID when i sat down to continue this fic because i didn't know if i could write it.

But then i thought about shortening the chapters because someone had said that they don't usually feel comfortable reading such long chapters.

coming from 5 or even 4 thousand words to 2 thousand is a drastic change. 2k is like only half of the chapter i used to write. i thought i'd try doing it. first i broke the older chapters into two parts and see how it would look. i was satisfied.

and then i sat down to write chapter no. 5. or as it was now, 8. and suddenly, i could write.

knowing that i didn't have to write long chapters, that just 2000 words were enough for one chapter, my hands finally moved. i wasn't stressed. i wasn't procrastinating. I was actually writing for once.

i knew the word count was short and that i only had to write so much than what i used to write and suddenly the story, which had suddenly hit pause last year mid-oct. during my exams, started to flow out of me again.

i can't tell you how fucking happy i became. and that i continued the story that i rediscovered meant so much so me after such a long time.

so yeah, basically, the updates are going to be short, but i hope, more frequent.

phew that came out too askdskj than i had expected 💀 also if you're still here i love you and you're doing an amazing job! don't forget to get your usual load of h2o you lovely human being <3

Chapter 8 of "Titans High: High School Musical" is finally published! find it on wattpad and ao3

Read from the beginning on wattpad | ao3

I have written this after quite a long break from the fic, so I hope it's good enough. For those of you who noticed, I had actually deleted this fic on ao3 earlier this week and am posting it again with the same name under my profile.

I will explain the reason soon but i want to keep this post short so I welcome you to read my story whenever you please!

thank you <3