#stop trying to make nerd circle happen. it's not going to happen.

[sugugasm]

“NERDS DO IT BETTER.” | satoru gojo

⟡ tags : nerd! satoru + popular! yn, gojo loses his virginity at the hot cheerleader’s house party - content includes : reader uses she/her pronouns, fem! reader, riding, fingering, inexperienced! gojo, pet names, etc. also shout out 2 my fav @ramonathinks m’ so proud of this piece bae i hope you luv it jus as much as i do !!! MDNI 19+ 3.7K WC

satoru adjusted his glasses nervously as he and geto approached the sprawling mansion, music and laughter spilling out into the warm night air. “i don’t know about this, man,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “parties aren’t really my scene.”

geto rolled his eyes. “come on, live a little! when was the last time you got out and socialized? besides, you-know-who will be here . .” he elbowed gojo with a knowing grin.

gojo flushed, ducking his head. “like [★] would even look twice at me. she’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny.”

“well yeah, not with that attitude!” geto chided. “you’re a catch, gojo. smart, funny, stupid handsome. any girl would be lucky to have you. just talk to her, be your charming self. what’s the worst that could happen?”

“she could laugh in my face?” gojo suggested glumly. “or have her quarterback boyfriend beat me up?”

geto sighed in exasperation, slinging an arm around his best friend's shoulders. “you’ll never know if you don’t try. [★] is single and i’ve seen her checking you out in class when she thinks no one’s looking. trust me, you’ve got a shot. don’t waste it being a pussy.”

gojo took a fortifying breath as they crossed the threshold into the packed house. “okay. i’ll talk to her. but if i crash and burn, you owe me a whole tub of ice cream and a weekend of binge gaming, no complaints.”

“deal,” geto agreed easily, scanning the crowd. “now let’s get you a drink and go find your dream girl.”

and within only an hour and several red solo cups later, gojo could be found sandwiched between two jocks on a couch, only half-listening to their drunken debate about the upcoming game. his eyes kept flicking to where you held court across the room, radiant in a barely-there crop top and mini-skirt as you laughed with your girls. you were a vision, beautiful hair and glowing skin and dangly earrings catching the light. ethereal, untouchable.

what would a goddess like you possibly want with a loser like him?

and as if on cue, your gaze met his and your glossy lips curved in a small secret smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. his breathing hitched and he looked away quickly, face heating. okay, maybe geto had a point about you noticing him . . .

“who wants to play seven minutes in heaven?” your bubbly friend tiffany trilled over the music, brandishing an empty vodka bottle. “let’s make things interesting!”

wolf-whistles and drunken cheers met her suggestion as people began arranging themselves in a loose circle. gojo watched you toss your hair over your shoulder as you joined, a strange fluttering in his stomach. he jumped when geto clapped him on the shoulder.

“dude, this is perfect!” geto crowed. “the ideal low-pressure way to get some one-on-one time with [★]. let's get you in that circle.” he started pulling a sputtering gojo up off the couch.

“wha-geto, no way!” gojo protested, but it was too late. geto had already shoved him into the circle, right across from you. you quirked an eyebrow at him and his stomach somersaulted. was that a pleased gleam in your eyes?

the bottle made a few uneventful rounds - geto got seven giggly minutes with the head of the drama club, a blushing band student got dragged off by her fellow tuba player, and then . . tiffany passed the bottle to you with a significant look. gojo’s heart started smacking against his chest as you placed it in the center and gave it a deft spin, slender wrist twisting gracefully.

he watched with bated breath as the bottle rotated, transfixed. it seemed to spin for an eternity before finally slowing . . and stopping. neck pointed directly at gojo. blood roared in his ears as hoots and hollers erupted around the circle. you were looking right at him, a small smile playing about your glossy lips. “guess s’ jus’ you n’ me, cutie,” you said with a wink, getting elegantly to your feet.

in a daze, gojo stumbled upright, barely registering the good-natured ribbing and back slaps from the other players. you held out a hand to him and he took it automatically, skin tingling where it met yours. your fingers laced intimately through his as you tugged him away from the group . . . and toward the stairs?

“um, [★]?” gojo asked, voice cracking humiliatingly. “isn’t the closet that way?”

you threw a smile over your shoulder and his knees nearly buckled. “i got a better spot in mind. somethin’ more . . private.”

by the time his sluggish brain processed the implications of that, you were leading him into a bedroom. your bedroom, if the riot of pink and stuffed animals everywhere was any indication. you flicked on a lamp, bathing the space in soft flattering light.

gojo stood awkwardly by the door, heart doing double-time as he drank in the adorable organized chaos. various raye, boygenius, and sanrio posters on the walls, rainbow lego sets on the shelves. it was delightfully telling and somewhat . . surprising, so at odds with your smokeshow attitude and queen bee reputation. he was utterly charmed.

“sorry about the mess,” you said, sounding uncharacteristically shy as you perched on the edge of the lacy bedspread. “i know it’s a lot.”

“no, i love it!” gojo blurted, then winced. real smooth. “i mean, it’s really cute. suits you.”

“yeah?” you asked, sounding pleased. you patted the space beside you in clear invitation. “i don’t bite . . unless i’m asked nicely. c’mon, come sit with me, gojo.”

on slightly unsteady legs, he crossed the plush rug to sink down next to you, hyperaware of the warmth of your bare thigh against his denim-clad one. “so, um, i don’t really know how this is supposed to go,” he admitted, rubbing his neck. “i’m not exactly a seven minutes in heaven expert.”

“well, we’ve got some time to figure it out together,” you said, angling your body toward his. “maybe we could start with just talking? get to know each other a little?”

so that’s what you did. you started off with the typical small talk - classes, hobbies, favorite bands. but the conversation quickly deepened and expanded. you found yourself opening up to him, confessing your secret dreams and fears, things you rarely shared with anyone. in turn, he revealed his geeky passions, his insecurities, his hopes for the future.

the more you learned about the sweet, clever, quietly funny boy beneath the nerdy exterior, the more your heart softened and warmed. he was so genuine, so different from the jocks and rich boys you usually ran with. being with him felt comfortable, natural, intoxicating.

at some point, you’d shifted closer to him on the bed, your folded legs overlapping his, shoulders brushing. as you giggled your way through an anecdote, you rested a hand on his strong thigh without thinking. he tensed slightly and you felt a little thrill, a flicker of heat. you squeezed gently, fingertips pressing into firm muscle.

“m’ probably boring you,” you said with a wry smile, glancing at him through your lashes. “jus’ rambling on about myself. we could do something else, if you want. maybe, y’know, uphold the seven minutes tradition . .”

he inhaled sharply and you thrilled at the effect you were clearly having on him. “you mean . . you want to kiss me?”

“i mean, i definitely wouldn’t object,” you murmured coyly. “i like you a lot, satoru. in case it isn’t already obvious.”

his blue eyes darkened behind his glasses. “i really like you too, [★],” he said, voice low and rough. “an embarrassing amount.”

“yeah?” you breathed. “so are you going to kiss me, or . . do i have to beg?”

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “well, um. i-i’ve never really done anything like that before,” he admitted with an awkward chuckle. “i don’t even know how i’ve gotten this far.”

“that’s okay,” you assured him, placing a hand on his knee and feeling him tense slightly under your touch. “we can take it slow, figure it out together. m’ not exactly an expert either.”

he nodded, looking relieved and grateful for your understanding. emboldened, you leaned in, giving him time to pull away. spoiler alert, he didn’t. his eyes just fluttered closed as you brushed your lips softly over his. they were warm and smooth, molding sweetly to your own. after a moment of stillness, he started to move his mouth tentatively against yours.

you let him set the pace, parting your lips in silent invitation. his tongue shyly traced the seam of your mouth and you opened for him on a sigh. he licked inside carefully, exploring you with gentle curiosity that made warmth bloom through your veins. you stroked your tongue along his, encouraging, and felt him shudder against you.

slowly, you sank back into your mountain of pillows, pulling him down with you. he settled over you carefully, a pleasant weight, strong and solid in all the right places. your fingers tangled in his dark hair as the kisses deepened, wetter, hotter. his own hands skimmed down your sides to settle on your hips, squeezing gently as he rocked subtly against you.

when you finally broke apart, you were both flushed and breathing unsteadily. “is this okay?” you checked, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “we can stop anytime if you’re uncomfortable.”

he shook his head immediately, eyes dark and intense behind his slightly fogged glasses. “no, i don’t wanna’ stop. i want you so bad, [★]. i’m just nervous i’ll do something wrong.”

your heart melted. “you won’t, satoru,” you promised. “we’ll go slow, i’ll show you. s’ all a process, ‘kay? jus’ do what feels good.”

he nodded, some of the tension easing from his frame. you pulled him back down for another kiss, lush and lingering. as your mouths moved together, you fumbled for the hem of his shirt, rucking it up his back. he broke away just long enough for you to pull it over his head and toss it aside before his lips found yours again.

your hands roamed his bared torso greedily, marveling at the lean muscle, the heat of his skin. gojo might look like a lanky nerd at first glance, but his body told a completely different story. you wanted to map every ridge and plane with your hands and mouth, discover all the secret places that would make him shake and gasp and moan. he shivered as your fingers skimmed over his ribs, his stomach, thumbs just brushing his nipples.

he made a hungry sound into your mouth when you lingered there, circling the tender buds questioningly. taking the hint, you tweaked them gently, rolling the sensitive flesh between your fingers. he jolted against you as if electrified, a moan vibrating in his chest.

“y’like that,” you guessed, doing it again and feeling his hips stutter forward helplessly into the cradle of your thighs.

“y-yeah,” he breathed, sounding almost surprised himself. “it feels really good.”

spurred on by his responsiveness, you devoted yourself to taking him apart, finding all the places that made him twitch and pant and whimper so sweetly. you kissed across his collarbones, scraped your teeth over his pulse point, soothed the sting with your tongue. you felt dizzy with him, drunk on the salt of his skin, his scent of clean and arousal, the incoherent sounds he made under your touch.

before long he was squirming restlessly against you, hard and insistent against your hip. “please,” he mumbled into your hair. “i need . .”

“what do you need?” you coaxed, nipping at his jaw. “tell me.”

he shuddered, hands flexing on your hips as he ground subtly against you. “i need — fuck, i need to touch you. need you to touch me. god, [★], i don’t know, i just . . please?”

“shhh, don’t stress, honey,” you soothed even as heat surged through you at his breathless plea. “let me take care of you.”

hooking a leg around his waist, you flipped your positions in one smooth motion, straddling his hips. he gazed up at you with something like awe, eyes wide and dark, lips kiss-swollen. your heart tripped over itself at the picture he made, wrecked and wanting in your rumpled sheets. quickly, before you could lose your nerve, you stripped off your own top and unhooked your bra, baring yourself to his heated stare. his hands came up immediately to cup your breasts, palming the soft weight greedily before catching your nipples between his fingers.

“aah!” you gasped, arching into the touch as sparks shot down your spine to throb between your legs. your hips rolled down against his, your clothed sexes grinding together deliciously. “y-yes, gojo, jus’ like that!”

emboldened by your encouragement, he explored your body just as thoroughly as you had his, broad hands and curious fingers finding all your most sensitive places. you were panting and mewling by the time he reached the button of your skirt with a questioning glance.

“please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to help him shimmy the fabric down your legs. your panties quickly followed, leaving you bare to his burning gaze. and slowly, almost reverently, he reached out to touch �� he couldn’t help it, fingertips skimming up your inner thighs. you shivered and parted them further in silent invitation. his eyes locked on yours as he carefully traced your slick folds, circling your aching entrance before moving up to swirl over your clit.

“show me how you like it?” he rasped, voice low and rough with arousal.

biting back a whimper, you covered his hand with your own, directing his movements. “like this,” you instructed breathlessly, guiding his fingers in tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “a little firmer, mmm . .”

he followed your lead perfectly, rubbing and stroking until your thighs were quaking and you were moaning brokenly. it felt good, so good, but you needed more. “inside,” you pleaded when coherent thought became difficult. “gojo, please, put one inside . .” he swore under his breath at your words but quickly obeyed, carefully sinking one long finger into your fluttering heat. you cried out sharply at the intimate penetration, hips canting down to take him deeper. he watched your face avidly as he started to pump in and out, curling and twisting gently as he went.

“m-more,” you gasped, head thrown back as he found a particularly sensitive spot. “another, toru, i can take it.”

he groaned like he was the one being pleasured as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first, stretching you so exquisitely. he scissored gently, working you open, before crooking them just right to rub firmly against your g-spot.

you collapsed forward onto his chest with a fractured moan, fingers scrabbling at his heaving shoulders as he massaged that magic button with devastating accuracy. you knew you could easily come just like this, spitted on his clever fingers, but it wasn't what you wanted. not for your first time together.

“gojo,” you panted, catching his wrist to still his movements. “i wan’ you inside . .”

his eyes widened with understanding and he swallowed audibly. “a-are you sure?” he asked hoarsely even as his hips twitched up against yours eagerly.

“i’ve never been more sure of anything,” you said fiercely, holding his gaze so he could read the sincerity there. “i wan’ you, all of you. please.”

he nodded jerkily. “i want you too,” he said, voice low and intent. "so much, you have no idea.”

then he was kissing you again, hot and urgent, his tongue delving deep as large hands palmed your ass, rocking you against his straining erection. you moaned into his mouth, already imagining how he would feel inside you, stretching and filling you so perfectly.

together, you managed to wrestle him out of his jeans and underwear, your focus narrowing to the breathtaking sight of him laid bare beneath you. all long limbs and lean muscle, skin flushed with arousal, cock thick and hard against his taut stomach. he was beautiful, exquisite, unreal.

“let me . . .” you murmured almost to yourself as you shifted down his body, wanting to taste, to tease. but he caught your shoulders, stopping you.

“next time,” he said with a slightly shy smile at odds with the high color in his cheeks, the stark arousal in his gaze. “i don’t think i’d last right now and i really, really want to be inside you when i cum. if-if that’s okay.”

oh, that was more than okay. it was basically the hottest thing you'd ever heard. “definitely okay,”you confirmed a little breathlessly, reaching for the condom you’d stashed optimistically in your nightstand.

with trembling hands, you opened the packet and rolled the latex down his rigid length. he twitched in your grip when you gave him a few strokes, thumb swirling through the bead of moisture at his tip. “fuck,” he choked out, head tipping back. “you gotta stop or i'll . .”

“i know, baby. i know,” you soothed, moving to straddle his hips once more. your eyes locked as you notched him at your entrance, his hands coming up to grip your hips almost hard enough to bruise. “ready?” at his jerky nod, you sank down slowly, taking him inch by careful inch. he stretched you exquisitely, walls fluttering to accommodate his girth. when your hips met his, you were both panting, pulses racing, skin flushed with pleasure-pain.

“god,” he choked out after a long moment, sounding absolutely wrecked. “you feel incredible. so fucking tight.”

you clenched around him experimentally, walls hugging him ever so sweetly, and he bucked up into you with a low groan. “gojo,” you gasped, nails digging into his chest. “you’re so deep, so big . .”

“am i hurting you?” he asked, brow creased with concern even as he visibly struggled to keep still.

“n-no,” you assured him. “no s’ perfect, you feel fucking perfect. jus’ . . go slow. lemme’ adjust.”

he did, rocking into you with shallow little thrusts that gradually deepened as you relaxed around him. soon you were moving together, finding a rhythm, the drag of him in and out sparking pleasure along every nerve ending. you leaned down to kiss him messily, all tongue and panted breaths as your hips rolled and ground in tandem.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted between kisses, hands roaming restlessly over your back, your breasts, your ass. “wanted you. still can’t believe this is real.”

“s’ real,” you promised breathlessly, rising and falling faster on his cock as the tension coiled tighter in your core. “i’m real and i’m yours, gojo, all yours . .”

he made a rough sound, fingers digging into your hips as he started thrusting up harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you on every stroke. “mine,” he agreed, voice gravelly and low, sending shivers down your spine. “my [★], fuck, you’re absolutely perfect . .”

you could only moan in response, lost to the sensation of him moving inside you, hitting you so deep, stoking the fire in your belly to an inferno. your thighs burned, sweat blooming on your skin as you chased your peak, so close, almost . .

gojo was close too, you could tell by the telltale twitch and throb of him inside you, his thrusts going erratic. “m’ gonna’ cum,” he warned hoarsely, fingers scrabbling at your hips. “m’ gonna’ cum, m’ gonna’ cum . . i-i can’t h-hold —”

“yes - yes, yes, yes,” you gasped, grinding down hard, fingers flying over your clit. “cum in me satoru, wanna feel you, baby . .”

his hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart before giving you two more sharp thrusts, leaving him cumming with a guttural moan of your name, pulsing hot inside you as you clenched and rippled around him. the feeling of him throbbing and spilling in you was enough to tip you over the edge, a cry tearing from your throat as you shattered around him, cumming so hard you saw white.

you collapsed onto his chest as aftershocks rolled through you, his hips still rocking shallowly into yours, drawing out your mutual pleasure. for a minute, you just panted together, sweat cooling on your skin, pulses calming. you felt him soften up and slip out of you and winced a little at the loss, a tender ache between your thighs. you’d have beard burn too, you just knew it. but it had been more than worth it.

satoru’s hands continued to stroke your back, your hair, as if he was reluctant to let go. you felt the same, luxuriating in his warmth, his scent, the sound of his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath your ear. you never wanted to move.

eventually though, he shifted beneath you and you lifted your head to find him gazing at you with soft, wondering eyes. “hey,” he said quietly, brushing your now-wild hair back from your face. “so, are we like, y’know . .”

“dating?” you finished, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “yes, but only if you want that.”

his answering smile was like the sun coming out. “y-yeah, yeah. i want that. i’ve always wanted that.” he leaned up to kiss you slow and deep, tongue delving languorously into your mouth. “thank you. for showing me. for everything.”

“right back at you,” you murmured against his lips, heart so full it felt like it might burst. “m’ glad i got the chance.”

“me too.” he nuzzled his nose against yours sweetly. “so . . whaddo’ you wanna’ do now?”

you pulled back slightly to search his face, seeing both hope and trepidation there. “well, i was thinking . . maybe we could cuddle for a lil’ while longer. then, i dunno’, raid the flooded kitchen for snacks. come back up here n’ skip the party . . we could watch a movie? kinda jus’ . . see where it goes.”

relief and happiness shone from his eyes. “i’d really like that. a lot.”

“good.” you pecked his lips once more before settling back onto his chest, ear pressed over his heart. “s’ a date then.” you knew you’d have to leave this little bubble eventually, face the real world and whatever challenges it might bring. but right now, you didn’t care about any of that. right now, you had gojo, warm and solid beneath you, his fingers laced gently through your hair as exhaustion started to pull you under. you had this perfect moment, and the promise of more to come.

as you drifted off, lulled by his heartbeat and even breathing, a small smirk played about your lips.

damn, guess the rumors were true.

nerds really did just do it better.

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[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, bsfs/friends2???? ~1.2k :D

a/n: requested by anon! song rec - nouvelle vague by wave to earth.. also big thank u to val pookie @fairybinie for helping me out sm with these scenarios!!! happy birthday poo i hope u had an amazing day and i wish u the best!! love you lots :D

back to masterlist!

☆ YEONJUN

constantly keeping his hand on your waist. such an action may seem futile and unnoticeable considering yeonjun’s the one doing it, but it still makes you confused. yeonjun’s known to be flirty, a literal heartthrob wherever he goes. he’s also very touchy, easily hugging someone or putting his arm around their shoulder. but it’s only truly with you that he lets his hand rest on your hip, finger hooked into one of your jeans’ belt loops.

at first he started doing it at parties, after finding you in the crowd, arms circling your waist to keep you from getting lost in the wave of people. it continued at normal hangouts, laughing alongside his friends as his fingers fiddled with the hem of your top. then it happened when you two were alone, lounging on your couch while watching a movie. there wasn’t anything or anybody he had to protect you from, but he still slid his hand between the backrest and your body until you were practically glued to his side, his arm comfortably holding onto your waist.

you’re not sure why he does it; maybe to show others you’re not available– you are though, or to purposely tease you and make your heart skip a beat– something that already happens a lot in his presence. but one thing you know for sure is, it certainly doesn’t help your already weak heart.

☆ SOOBIN

being oddly protective of you. soobin is the least confrontational person you know, so it didn’t surprise you when he kept his mouth shut as one of your classmates teased him in class. that’s initially how you two became friends, him nursing your wounded fist after you punched the bully right in the nose for calling him a lanky nerd. 5th grade sure was wild. the following years, soobin tried his best to defend you like you defended him back in the day but again, he’s the least confrontational person you know. however, his best friend-instincts took over him when a guy tried to hike up your dress at the graduation party. you nursed his wounded fist after and the two of you became even closer. after the “fight of the century” soobin swore to himself he would protect you. at first, you found it funny, trying to stop yourself from blushing when he would raise his voice at whoever decided to bother you that day. you don’t really know when it started but with each new time, his best-friend protection act would slowly turn into something that held a lot more feelings than just platonic ones. the way he would look at you to see if you were alright, or the way his hand would slid into yours, or even the one time he called you his partner instead of his best friend. everything was slowly changing, and you didn’t even know if soobin was even aware of it himself.

☆ BEOMGYU

calls you his girlfriend. the first time he did it, you thought he was just joking around, trying to tease you. so you laughed it off, attempting to hide the way your heart fluttered at the thought of you being his actual girlfriend. but the second time, a week or so later, you were even more confused. did beomgyu think you two had something going on? did he find out about your old crush on him? you really didn’t know why he started calling you his girlfriend, since none of his other actions showed he felt anything except platonic feelings for you. he stopped after the fourth time, after he noticed your disoriented and clearly disheartened expression. weeks passed and not once did beomgyu explain his old but short habit to you. but then, months later, when you had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, beomgyu did it again. to be honest, him calling you his girlfriend that time was in fact beneficial for you– you refused to talk any longer to the creep begging for your number. but the way the word rolled off his tongue, a hint of arrogance and a ton of proudness, made you reach for his hand, acting like the role he had assigned you. tension followed after, for weeks, and your heart continued to long for him. if only you knew you were the only thing on his mind whenever someone said the word “girlfriend”.

☆ TAEHYUN

constantly buys you things. it may seem shallow at first, but whenever taehyun brings you a small trinket or whatever food you were craving at that moment, your heart fills with joy. it’s not the way he spends money for you, but the way he looks at you when he gives it to you, eyeing you to see your neutral expression change into a happy one. taehyun’s a great listener, so he knows all your orders and favorite things by heart, which only makes it easier for him to empty his bank account for you. he swears you’re not special, or at least not more important than the rest of his friends– for whom he rarely ever buys anything– but he can’t really stop his brain from thinking of you when he sees something pretty or tasty at the mall. the dainty necklace around your neck is the literal proof of his favoritism towards you. he had given it to you on your graduation and you hadn’t taken it off since. it was a symbol for your friendship, he said, something to remember the many years you spent together, but the shiny “T” letter pendant made your heart swell every time you felt it against your skin. in all truth, taehyun was just waiting for you to notice the letter pendant of your name he wore on his necklace and hid, carefully, under his shirt collar.

☆ HUENING KAI

he constantly mentions you two in his future. you and kai have been friends since the two of you were in diapers and basically experienced all your first together. spending all those years together, in the same neighborhood, school and friend groups lead to many talks about your futures, sometimes wiping anxious tears away or doubling over from laughter at the mention of so many possibilities. it was a normal thing for you two, getting together and just talking about whatever would be on your mind at that moment. every conversation was different but one thing never changed, the way huening kai wouldn’t forget to mention you in his future plans. he would have pictured everything out, you two living next to each other in your own homes, working across the street from each other, adopting pets at the same time so they could be friends, meeting every friday for a ramen and movie night… whenever you were worried about what the future prepared for you, kai would comfort you, reminding you that no matter what happened later, he would always be there. it always reassured you but unfortunately, you never had the guts to tell him that you’d prefer to live together later, spend your work lunch breaks together, adopt a pet together, and turn every night into a movie marathon.

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[mieluscious]

say it. geto suguru

ෆ pairings : geto suguru × female reader

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 4k2

ෆ miel's note : part 1

ෆ warnings : mdni. bully!geto, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, hate sex, degradation, cheating (on gojo but he doesn't give a fuck tbh), face slapping (geto gets slapped), rough sex, hair pulling, risk of getting caught, dumbification, makeout, spit play, geto is a piece of shit, lowkey toxic, clit pinching, pussy fingering, face grabbing, they fuck against a window and on the teacher's desk . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

“teacher, should i study this chapter for tomorrow's midterm?” you tried to study as hard as you could to get the best grade in your school, seeing your name at the top of the list was such an intense feeling of pride that you became obsessed with it. the teacher approached your desk and circled with his red pen what would be important for you to learn.

“this chapter is not very important but it's good to have everything in mind, you’re a good student y/n.” he smiled and you lowered your head, blushing as you thanked him. “i have to go away for a while. is it okay if i leave you here all alone?” you nodded at him with a smile.

“it’s fine don’t worry, im gonna stay a little bit longer and when i’m done i’ll give the classroom keys back to the secretary.” he smiled back and grabbed his bag, he wished you good luck and disappeared behind the classroom door, leaving you alone with your books. 

you were so busy solving your math problem that you didn't hear the door open behind you. you gasped as two hands came down hard on your desk. he pressed his chest against your back, and you could now feel his breath against your ear. "you really are the teacher's pet mh?” you didn't move, thinking that your anger would please him too much, you continued to study as if nothing had happened, putting your glasses back on your nose. “aw are you ignoring me y/n?” you still didn't move, and he took the opportunity to press his lips to your ear. 

fearing what he might say, you spoke before he did. “where is satoru ?” he straightened up and sighed, he stepped in front of you and rested his lower back against the desk behind him. you blushed slightly as you remembered the last time he positioned himself like that in front of you. your face was still down on your notebook, but you could feel his piercing gaze on you. he rested his head on his shoulder while his eyes analyzed your face, it was the first time he'd seen you with glasses on. you were very pretty today and he couldn't stop looking at you. 

“why don’t you try to look at me if you want to ask me a question.” his voice was deeper and you prayed inwardly that he didn't see your ears twitching. you raised your head towards him, his dark gaze met yours and a smirk played across his lips.

“i don’t like you, i don’t want you to be around me.” he licked his lips as he saw your face harden in annoyance. “and if satoru isn't around i don’t understand why the hell you are here but let me tell you something, i don’t give a fuck, you know why ? because i don’t have time for you geto.” his smile widened at the mention of his last name and seeing him so arrogant irritated you even more, you just wanted to study peacefully  and he had to come here to piss you off. he jerked your desk with his foot making you get up from your chair. “what the fuck are you doing ?” his eyes fell on your outfit. cute. you saw him move and you immediately froze. “stop. don’t come near me.” he approached you and you took several steps backwards before ending up pressed against one of the classroom windows. you turned your head to the side to see that some students were playing soccer in the schoolyard. 

geto placed his leg between your thighs. you pressed the back of your head against the window as you felt him bring his face closer to yours, you didn't lower your gaze from his eyes, you didn't want to show him that he could intimidate you. he placed his hands on either side of your hips on the windowsill. since he was much taller than you he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down at you. “you're back to being the mean little girl you like to be with me.” his nose was touching yours. you held back a squeal when you felt his knee rise between your thighs. “behave y/n.” 

you brought your face closer, brushing your lips against his, your eyes juggling between his two eyes. “aw are you mad at me? you're not scaring me, geto.” he smiled once again. “i'll never listen to you, you mean nothing to me. you're the only one who's obsessed with me.” one of his hands slipped behind your lower back, bringing your hips close to his thigh. you opened your mouth slightly as you felt the pants on his leg press against the fabric of the lace panties under your skirt. his eyes dropped on your luscious mouth. you smiled. “i didn’t know i had that much of an effect on you.”

“then why are you looking at me like that?” his hand behind your back grabbed the fabric of your skirt, pushing you harder against his leg making you reach for his uniform jacket as your clit came into contact with his thigh. “why do you always look at me like you want me to throw you against a wall and fuck you until you can't walk anymore?” he pressed you harder against the window, his hand still behind you, making you arch your back. “you should stop lying lil nerd.” you tugged at the bottom of his jacket, biting your lip under his dark gaze. he rubbed his thigh against your clit again, making you open your mouth a little wider. “does hating me turn you on that much?” 

“you wish.” his other hand grabbed your throat, causing you to let out a soft moan from between your lips.

“should i check then?” you mewled quietly as you felt the hand behind your back gently brush its fingers over your hip to reach under the front of your skirt. his thumb brushed your clit against your panties and your teeth sank even deeper into your lip under geto's watchful gaze. his finger gently tugged at your panties letting it seep between your pussy lips making you close your thighs on his leg. you turned your head to the side when you felt his face down your neck, he pressed his lips to your ear and chuckled at how wet you were, making you flinch. “such a lil liar, hm?” he licked the inside of your ear and a moan betrayed you. you didn't realize how hard you were pulling on his jacket until the buttons fell off and scattered on the floor, revealing his muscular body in his molded black t-shirt. he smiled. “just ask me if you want to see me naked.” 

his necklace gently caressed the skin of your collarbones as he breathed. his thumb pressed on your jaw, making you throw your head back a little more against the window. “i’d rather die” you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, gritting your teeth as he lifted his face to yours, smiling arrogantly. you were fighting yourself so hard, you hated geto deeply and you'd never lied about this feeling but you couldn't deny the sexual attraction you had for him. the way he looked at you was so different from gojo. he liked to push your buttons and he knew how to do it, and even if his arrogant and proud behavior pissed you off to no end you knew that deep down you couldn't help imagining yourself making him shut his mouth in a more explicit way. you smirked as you caught him looking at you, his eyes slowly roving over every feature of your face. “what's wrong pretty boy you wanna take a picture? so you can jerk off on it at night.” 

his whole hand was now in your panties he pinched your clit hard between his thumb and his forefinger making you squeal loudly. you grabbed his wrist by reflex. he leaned his head on his shoulder and looked straight into your eyes, his gaze growing colder despite his beautiful smile. “i don't need a picture for that.” you blushed against your will at his words. you sighed at him to go fuck himself when his thumb began to slowly massage your clit. he licked his lips as he watched you try as best you could to keep your moans to yourself, the bastard knew exactly how to make you feel good and it pissed you off as much as it aroused you. he grasped your jaw firmly and found himself between your thighs, his lips brushing yours. “my lil doll is trying so hard, so cute.” his thumb rubbed your clit harder making you open your mouth wider under his burning gaze. “yeah? does it feels good?” you grabbed his shirt with both hands, tugging at it angrily, hating him for making you want him so much. he chuckled, seeing you so frustrated reminded him of an angry little kitten. the pleasure you felt under his caresses was driving you crazy. you knew you could cum very quickly and you didn't want to let yourself be defeated so easily. but the look in his eyes was so intense that you couldn't stop yourself from moaning against his lips.

“s-stop looking at me-” you squealed as you felt him pinch your clit again. “-like that.” you slammed your fist against his chest. “fuuck- i fucking hate you-” you tried to escape his gaze by turning your head to the side, but he caught it immediately, pressing the back of your head harder against the window. he pushed two fingers into your pussy and you moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

he fingerfucked you hard, making you bang against the window with each thrust. you could no longer hold back your moans, you were so loud you were sure you could be heard from the corridor. geto's cocky grin never faded from his face and it frustrated you even more. geto loved to see you lower your weapons under him. you were so cute trying to pretend that the attraction you had for him didn't exist, geto was a great observer and during the few years he was able to spend with you, he had the time to analyze every one of your expressions and know them perfectly. and his favorite one was the face you had when you were about to cum, just like right now. he thrust his fingers inside you so hard that you felt geto's urge to punish you. he smiled even more wickedly as he saw the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. “aw are you getting dumb so easily?” he licked your lips and the walls of your pussy tightened around his fingers. “i can see it on your pretty face.” 

you slid your hands against his torso and finally grabbed his small waist, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, making him grunt against your mouth. “y-you..can make me cum all day long. fuck…it won't make me-ah!- r-respect you-” his hand left your jaw to grasp the bottom of your top, lifting it to reveal your breasts in your black lace bra. he stuck the end of your shirt in your mouth, letting you reveal yourself to him. you let him do it, looking at him with a dark look in your eyes. 

your orgasm rose higher and higher as you felt his large hand grasp your breast under your bra, massaging your bud firmly. “what a nasty little mouth you have.” his thrusts between your legs accelerated making you arch your back against his chest, his cold necklace swayed against the burning skin of your neck. "shall i teach you another lesson?" your moans grew louder when geto spat on your breast bud and blew on it. you nodded at him and pulled on his shirt, wanting to bring him closer to you. he smiled. you were so much more docile when you were close to cuming. geto caught your lip between his teeth before sucking on it. his hand slid down your back to grasp your ass firmly. you moved your hips against his fingers, moaning loudly against his lips while meeting each of his thrusts, you were feeling it, your orgasm was building, and you couldn't take your eyes off his but it’s when you were about to cum when geto decided to take his fingers out of your pussy. 

he took a step backwards, leaving you panting against the window. you only realized a few seconds later that he'd just stopped you from cuming on purpose, he stood proudly in front of you with his hands in his pockets, smiling even wider as he saw your eyes darken and your cheeks turn red with anger. “that’s why i fucking hate you.” you stood up and slammed your fist into his chest, making him chuckle. “you’re just a fucking asshole.” you hit him again. “a fucking piece of shit.” he whistled, impressed to hear your little mouth let out so many nasty words at once. you felt so humiliated and the fact that he was openly laughing at you made you even madder. “get the fuck out of here or im calling satoru.” and this time he laughed, a real laugh, your teeth clenched together so hard you were on the verge of breaking your jaw. you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned your back to him to get your things and leave.

he grabbed a chair and sat down. “and what are you going to tell him? mh? that you had my fingers in your cute little cunt 2min before i bothered you?” you froze. he tilted his head to the side, watching your body tremble slightly. “we could also show him how much you loved it, i still have my fingers wet.” you immediately turned to him and slapped his face with all your might. you breathed heavily while geto were silent, his head tilted to one side because of your slap. 

then reality hit you. you'd just slapped geto.

he sighed softly, moving the few strands of hair that had escaped from his bun over his face. he removed his jacket revealing his muscular arms and you tried to hide your gasp as you met his gaze. his eyes were sharp and darker than ever, the way he looked at you let you know he was going to make you cry in no time. it wasn't the first time you'd angered geto like that, but you'd never been alone in a room with him when he was like that. you could feel the fear rising, but the anger you felt was much more intense to let yourself be fooled by emotions of weakness. "i already told you geto. you don't scare me." his dark gaze slid slowly over your lovely bare thighs.

“mhm.” he tilted his head to the side, licking his lips as he saw your juices running down your leg. “so why are you shaking like that y/n.” you gasped as he stood up from his chair to grab your hair and pull you closer to his face. you grabbed his shirt between your trembling hands. “why do you have to be such a mean lil girl mh?” your lips brushed against each other and his eyes never left yours. “satoru is too nice to you, he doesn't put you in your place enough.” you mewled as he ripped off your panties with his other hand. “i have to fix that.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your ass to lift you up. his mouth caught yours greedily and your tongues began to fight. you pulled yourself away from his lips to tell him how much you hated him. one of his hands grabbed your throat and he walked over to the teacher's desk before positioning you on it, your legs firmly around his waist. he withdrew from your mouth and allowed himself to spit into it. “look at you.” he spat again. “you wanna fuck mh?” he laid you on the desk and lifted your skirt, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. “you dare to slap me and then you want to fuck me mh?” he spat on your clit making you arch your back against the desk, your eyes filled with a mixture of rage and excitement. “such a nasty lil girl.”

his hand went into his pants to pull out his cock and your legs tightened around his waist wanting him inside you as fast as possible. “fuck you.” you tilted your head to the side and arched your back to remove your top and bra, leaving only your skirt on. “you're the most annoying guy i've ever met in my life.” he pressed his hand against your lower belly and you mewled as you felt his cock slap and slide against your pussy lips, slamming it against your clit. he approached you and put his forearms on either side of your head. you grabbed his lip between your teeth and pulled it before letting him suck on your tongue. “you're a fucking asshole.” he thrust his cock against your pussy without getting inside making you both groan. “i have to fuck you to get you out of my head.” he smiled devilishly against your lips and finally thrust his cock inside your cunt causing you to throw your head back and let out a loud scream.

his stomach rubbed yours with each of his powerful thrusts, stimulating your clit against his pubis at the same time. you put your arms behind his back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it to let him know you wanted him to take it off. you mewled as you felt him accelerate his thrusts. “you can't keep still huh? needy lil girl always wants something.” you squealed in frustration and pulled even harder on his shirt, finally making him stand up, take it off and throw it behind him before falling back on top of you, leaving you free to scratch the skin on his back. he moaned against your mouth as he felt your sharp nails dig into his skin. “look at you. fuck.” his hand slipped between your legs to grab one of your thighs and press it against the desk, making you spread your legs wider. you groaned, arching your back as he put his knee on the desk to fuck you even deeper. 

your hands went up to his hair, you loosened his bun, letting his long locks fall over his shoulders and against your neck. you tugged at themz firmly, causing him to throw his head back with a grunt. your pussy tightened around his cock as your eyes fell on his adam's apple. “i-it’s not because-” your fingernails dug even deeper into his skin as his balls slammed harder against your ass. “-your dick is good…ah-that i give a fuck about..- you-” he chuckled and looked down at you as he kept pounding your pussy.

“my dick is good huh?” he grabbed your throat and squeezed hard, making you squeal from lack of air. “you’re so honest. what's satoru gonna think of you mh?” you pulled even harder on his hair, which made him growl again. “what will he think of his little princess who likes to be fucked by his best friend's cock?” this time you tried to slap him, but he grabbed your hand and slammed it over your head against the desk. he smiled at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. “you like slapping me a little bit too much.” he caught your hand in his hair and pressed it against the desk as well. you were now a moaning mess underneath him, the way geto hit his cock directly against your g-spot so easily drove you crazy. you arched your back so hard that your breasts were pressed against his chest, geto didn't miss a moment of the show you were offering him, your delicious mouth that let out little mewls and the glasses that slipped off your nose with each of his thrusts only made his cock even harder. “im so sad for satoru” he stopped himself to pull out his cock and thrust back inside brutally, making you scream so fucking loud. “he can't even see how pretty you look right now.” you squealed when geto suddenly straightened up and pulled you against him, your hands slid over his ass loving the feel of his deep thrusts and you stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the way geto was fucking you. you finally looked up at him and your heart skipped a beat when you caught him already looking at you. his mouth was half-open, letting out silent moans as his piercing gaze studied your tear-filled eyes. he brought his face close until his nose touched yours. “say it.” you let out a sob against his mouth as you felt him grab your wrists with one hand and pin them behind your back with an iron grip. the skin of his muscular stomach was so warm against yours. the tip of your tongue caressed his lip as you looked into his eyes. “say my name.” he lowered his face into your neck and you threw your head back as you felt his soft tongue caress your skin from your collarbones to your left ear, which he licked and sucked gently, making your whole body tremble with pleasure. “c’mon. say my name the way you so beautifully said it last time.”

his voice was so charming, it vibrated in your ears like a melody and turned you on even more, you could feel your wetness flowing around his cock and on the desk below you. you hated geto, but the way he begged you while placing small little kisses on your ear, made your heart race. and you hated him even more for making you feel that way. you tried to free your wrists from his grip but he held you in place as if his life depended on it. you mewled louder and your tears of pleasure redoubled as he continued to thrust harder and harder inside you. the sound of his balls slamming into your ass echoed throughout the classroom. you could feel your juices starting to spurt around his cock, a sign that you were about to cum. he grabbed your jaw with his other hand, making you look at him in the eye again, his forehead against yours. your mouth opened wide, letting out louds "ah-aha-haah-ah" as your legs trembled around his waist. geto looked at you intensely, his eyebrows frowned and he moaned louder, feeling that he was close to cumming too. your walls tightened deliciously around him when you lowered your gaze to where you were both connected, you couldn't help but find satisfaction in the way his fat cock kept pounding inside you. you looked up at him again and felt like you were going to cum when you saw his face, geto looked so helpless at that moment his cheeks were all pink and a few strands of his now damp hair fell over the pretty features of his face. “s-suguru..” a sparkle flashed in his eyes. his grip on your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. you gently kissed his lips and gazed into his eyes. “m-make me cum.. s-suguru-” 

and that's when geto snapped, his eyes immediately darkened when he saw you so sweet and pretty for him. he slammed you back against the desk and brought your legs over his shoulders, this new position made you scream and he pushed inside you much deeper, hitting your g-spot every time. he inserted his thumb in your mouth and watched you being a moaning mess under him. “say you love me y/n.” you could feel the orgasm rising at his words. 

your back arched violently as you felt yourself cumming hard against geto. you thrust your hips against his, your glasses slipped off your nose and an arrogant smile spread across geto's lips as he watched you go stupid over his cock. “ah-ah..ah-i-i love… you suguru-” your half-open lips and feverish gaze planted in his were enough to make him cum inside you while moaning against your lips. 

his thrusts slowed and he put his forearms on either side of your head, smiling as he watched you try to catch your breath, your makeup was running down your pretty face and your glasses had slid against your lips. he gently grabbed the back of your head and blew on your ear, making you flinch. cute.

“i told you i was gonna teach you how to love me.” 

© 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ! mdni — do not steal, modify or repost my work pls don't make me mad im a human just like you. ☆⌒(>。<)

[sehodreams]

Nerd!Anton getting made fun of for being a virgin so you feel bad and think that the least you can do is give him a handjob. You can tell he had the time of his life while whimpering and his eyes rolling to the back of his head while curling his toes.

Yes, I love Nerd!Anton

WC: 1K

TW and Tags: a touch of bullying, sexual content, hand job, no verbal consent so maybe a bit dubcon for some of you (but he said he wanted a girl to touch him so...)

You're as pathetic as him, you affirmed inside your head, it was hard to look at that face and not feel bad for him, his eyes wet after you made him remember why the others laughed at him the other day, making fun of him for being a virgin when a girl openly told everyone his little secret, and you knew he didn't want to talk about it, trying to circle back to the subject of your project numerous times, but there was something about his embarrassed expression when you asked him more about it that made you too curious to stop, wanting to know what had that girl done for him to let himself be fooled by her at that party, and why did he go there in first place when he used to say they were a waste of time.

With every question his face became more and more red, and when he admitted that he just wanted to be touched by a girl for once, lip quivering, head down and voice stuttering of humiliation, sending a pinch to your heart and your core, your soft spot felt bad for him, and before you noticed, you had already offered yourself.

"I'll do it" you said, almost ordered, surprising both of you.

He didn't answer, and you didn't offer yourself again, you just got closer, crawling to him in silence, and still unsure, you sat on your knees between his legs, which he opened so you could be closer to him.

You didn't understand what was going inside you that made you want to touch him, but you were already there, grasping his crotch with your index finger, looking at his eyes to see if he would stop you in any second. However, he would never do it, he just couldn't believe anyone would offer to touch him, and the only reason why he couldn't answer was because no words would properly form in his head.

His breath stopped when he saw you pull down his fly, fingertips playing with his member over the fabric of his boxers, making him gulp with the soft caressing. He wasn't feeling your touch directly against his skin and his heart was already beating so hard he was afraid you would hear it and laugh at him for being so innocent.

Still, inhaling the sweet smell of your perfume around him, he couldn't help but feel something tingle inside him, especially after his eyes looked at your lips, plump and shiny thanks to the lip gloss he saw you reapplying minutes before, because in his imagination they looked like that covered with his cum.

With his dick already hard, a pitched sound came out of his throat when you pulled down his underwear, the cold air of the room touching his member that jumped in front of you, showing a reddish color in the tip and a couple of transparent drops of precum.

You saw him looking at your lips and you smiled, satisfied with his reaction and his size, it was a lot bigger than what you expected, not that you had thought about it before, until that day you saw him like your classmate and nothing more, but there, alone, in his room, and after having teased him because of what happened days prior, something awakened inside you.

Two of your fingers making a v caressed his cock up and down, smearing the drops to his whole length and making a couple more of them appear, pushing you to tease him even more.

Clearly agitated and having a hard time breathing with you so close, touching him like no one had done before, his chest, covered with his black turtleneck, moved in front of your eyes.

It was a bit difficult at first, with his size and your hand not wet enough, you couldn't move it like you wanted, and he was feeling good, but you knew he could feel better, so you bended in front of him, and with your mouth close to his length, while looking at him in the eyes, you spat over it.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it was the first time a girl was so close to his dick, and it perfectly fitted the picture of you sucking his cock he had imagined moments ago, making his mind dizzy.

You bit your lips, wrapping his member with your hand and putting pressure in your grip, you jerked him off for a good amount of time, enjoying the image of him shattering with just your hand touching him.

Not much after you started, his hips bucked into your hand, searching for more contact, and you, feeling your panties get wet, let him use your hand to pleasure himself.

When he started to whimper you used your thumb to stimulate the tip of his cock, like you had seen other enjoy before, making his head fall and his hands become fists behind him, finding the strength to maintain his position and not cum too fast.

Sadly, soon his voice got slightly louder, whimpers leaving his mouth and eyes closed with force, with his hips sloppily thrusting your hand and arms shaking, you knew he was close, "look at me", you said when you felt his cock throb, and he did it without question, looking at you with glossy eyes, the eye contact made both of you feel hotter.

A singular long moan escaped his lips, making you grin in response, "gonna cum?", you asked, moving your hand slowly but with more pressure.

He nodded, and then, when the wet sounds of his cock fucking your hand were filling the room and his tip had started to leak more precum, you pressed the palm of your free hand against his lower abdomen, making him cum in that instant, eyes rolling to the back of his head and dick twitching thick white drops all over your fist, a couple of them reaching your clothed thighs.

He ruined your new pair of blue jeans, yet you couldn't care less about them, too focused on the pretty cock you just made cum for the first time in your life.

Yeah, it was your first time touching a dick too, but he didn't need to know that he wasn't the only virgin around.

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time

H.C x actor reader

In which you try to avoid him during training but it’s useless when Ewan puts you up against each other in a friendly match.

Word Count: 2099 words (que spiderman theme song. IM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE ACTUALLY COUNT)

You were new to the industry, you had only been in two movies thus far. The first one wasn’t big, it was just an indie film that horror movie nerds happened to like. From there you got picked for an audition for a bigger movie that would be put in a few theaters. However here, now, you’d never really expected such a huge change, you weren’t going to be playing a huge part. It was a flashback for the upcoming series Ahsoka, you were going to be a Jedi for a short time. They were doing another scene for order 66 in which Anakin goes against someone whom he’d become acquainted with during training. A battle was to be choreographed which meant you were going to be up against the actor who had single handedly started your acting career.

You were a huge Star Wars fan and without a doubt one of the kids who had lightsabers and a few Clone Wars coloring books. As you got older you looked into Anakin’s actor Hayden Christensen and grew to love the movies he’d done. Of course you thought he was hot, who wouldn’t love the nerd in Shattered Glass, or the punk in Life as a House? Sure he’s older now but that didn’t stop you from absolutely freezing up the second you walked into the training area. He’s significantly taller than you, that much you already knew but now it made you feel even more anxious. Interviews of him (which you of course obsessed over in your younger years) depicted him to be very nice, but you can’t always judge someone based on their interviews.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you placed your hand to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” The trainer had questioned, a slight concern showing on her face. Hayden had also looked to you, the thin lightsaber prop swinging effortlessly to his side as he awaited your answer.

“Uh- Sorry I just got a… um- a headache is all.” You lied while your hands gripped onto the prop like it was the only thing grounding you.

“I have tylenol in my bag, or some water if you want?” Hayden’s hands gesture over to the black backpack that was leaned against the wall next to yours. Your throat ran dry as you opened your mouth to speak, before choking on your words and coughing… quite literally choking on your words.

“Yeah, the water should be fine.” Hayden walked over to his bag before pulling out two bottles and handing one to you. He stood there however as you took a small sip and placed it back down.

“Nervous?” He snickered lowly while he waited for you to collect yourself.

“Pfft… can you tell?” You questioned softly, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes. My god you’d dreamed about meeting him for practically half your life, but all you did was fumble. The casting crew never really gave you a lot of information, just that it was for upcoming Star Wars content and that they’d needed to fill a small jedi role. Nothing could’ve mentally prepared you to meet your living, breathing, wet dream.

“It’s just training right now, so there’s really no need to stress, we can all help you learn everything you’ll need to know.” His voice was so calm and endearing, maybe it was the daddy issues talking or the fact he is a dad, but it was so comforting.

Even three months into your training you’d distanced from Hayden as to not make a complete fool of yourself. He’s almost 40 at this point with a child you’d assume he was tired of the wild fans. Even so during training you’d often slip up while your eyes were trained on his swift movements. Sometimes you guys would get together and have little matches to see who could win. It was a random pick or whoever decided to challenge someone, and it was no different today. Everyone had finished training but the energy had been so vibrant that here you were on the cushioned floor in a circle. At this point it was no secret your character and Anakin were to have a final battle, but you had never gone against each other in these matches.

“Okay before we start, would anyone like to call someone out?” Rosario Dawson, Hayden’s childhood friend who’d been training for a separate project, questioned the small group.

“This isn’t a call out but I’d actually like to see Hayden vs Y/N without their choreography.” Ewan suggested while sitting on the blue mat cross legged, a childlike smile on his face. On one hand you were a shell of a human around Hayden, but with Ewan it was like he was your favorite uncle. Had you at some point in time found him incomprehensibly attractive? Yeah, but he’s the kind of nice that makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

“Oh come on, is that even fair?” You whined, alluding to the obvious experience points he had on you.

“Are you calling me old?” Hayden jokes lightly as he steps forward into the circle, the group collectively letting out a low ‘oooooooh’.

“I mean your character is the chosen one, I don’t know if my three months of training can compare.” In all honesty you had tried your hand occasionally at a lightsaber when you were younger, so you had a little bit more experience than you let on. The amount of times you’d watched the behind the scenes,their practicing and training helped you recognize his moves.

“I’ll go easy on you, how about that?” His arms were outstretched to his sides in a shrug. A smirk was playing on his lips as he stared at you expectantly.

“Easy? Okay Christensen I’ll fight you.” Competitive couldn’t even begin to describe the drive that suddenly pumped through your veins. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, and the familiar smirk you had only dreamed of seeing in person made your adrenaline kick in. All the information you’d ever retained while watching those extras, would finally be useful for more than proving a point in a dumb argument online.

“Let’s not forget who’s had more training.” Hayden said with a scoff as you both got into your beginning stances. Yours mimicking the form Obi-Wan took while fighting Grievous, Ewan didn’t miss it, how could he? He simply stood with his left foot pointing towards you, his right braced for a sprint, and his saber behind him ready for a strike. You were reading him like a billboard, he never strayed from the forms he was taught, but you were a fan with too much time so you had a few of your own moves.

“May the force be with you Master Skywalker.” You said before he charged, you dodged the first strike but he had already begun to recover from the miss. A huff came from his chest as he swung the flimsy pole back down, meeting yours with a loud clash. The group let out sounds of shock and excitement as he pushed you down to one knee, he was stronger than you. It was no secret as height wise he’s an entire foot taller than you, so you quickly rolled from your position in front of him. He stumbled forward slightly, then twisted around to meet your blows. One to the head, down to the legs, up to the arm, then back down to his torso since it would be an awkward position for him to hold. You were both fast, you’d spent so much time learning basic defense in case one of you made a mistake it was too easy. Stamina was probably the only way you’d win this, or so you thought.

“You’ve learned well, young one,” he tripped you up, while you were focused on his words he’d hit you with the same move Anakin used on count Dooku. “although you’re too focused on me,” your ‘saber’ swung upward to slash his torso, but with a small step back, he dropped the pole to his open palm.

“And not my hands.”

“Fuck.”

The cool, thin, dented metal was up against the side of your neck as your arms were still tilted up in your last strike. Heavy breaths left the both of you as your small ‘audience’ went silent. The sound of your pole hitting the mat, signaled your defeat and in true style you dropped to the floor. The room erupted with groans and yells of victory from those who bet on Hayden. A few seconds of lying on the floor Hayden walked over, standing above you holding out his hand.

“Come on loser.” His smile was so genuine it made your face blush softly as you rolled onto your back.

“I can’t, I’m dead, rigor mortis.” You mumble, letting your tongue hang out the side of your mouth. You felt two arms scoot under your back and knees, quickly feeling your body lifted into the air. A scream came out of your throat as your hand quickly gripped onto Hayden’s loose shirt. The group laughed as he basically tossed you up and down, pretending like he was going to drop you.

“I don’t know why you’re screaming! Dead people don’t scream!”

“Oh- OH MY- PLEASE! GOD PLEASE! OBI WAN PLEASE!” He’d even managed to flip you on your stomach, your fingertips almost meeting the ground before he flung you back up again. Sure it wasn’t a crazt high distance from his arms, but add that with his height it was terrifying enough.

“So uncivilized!” Ewan mocked in a bad Obi-Wan voice, Hayden finally held you against his chest as he laughed with the rest of the group. Ewan came over with Rosario, both of them cooing softly at your semi panicked state.

“Put the poor girl down already!”

“She’s as red as a tomato Hayden!”

He let you down to your feet, still holding onto you as you stumbled lightly. Your chest heaved as you rested your hands on your knees, completely oblivious to how you practically pushed against Hayden’s crotch. His hand came down to rest on your lower back, rubbing softly while you regained your breath.

“I’m-… I’ll kill you for that one day Christensen.” You said through heavy breaths before standing straight again. Hayden’s hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, sporting a smug smile as the group began to discuss the next match. Hayden pulled you off the far walls where your bags lay, you both sitting in front of each other while he pulled out water bottles. For a while you sat in silence, just leaning against the wall watching Rosario and Ewan go at it.

“Were you ever going to tell me about your tattoo?” Hayden questioned, his voice staying low in contrast with the yelling from the group. At first you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but then your cheeks turned to a dark red. On your wrist was the japor snippet Anakin gave Padme when they first met, and under it read ‘Skywalker’ in Huttese. Usually it was covered by a scrunchie or bracelet, but it must’ve slipped your mind today.

“I wasn’t planning on it, it feels too embarrassing to show you.” You held your arm out to him, since he’d already seen it there was no use in hiding it now. His hand pulled your wrist closer as he traced it with his fingers.

“I always wanted to get a replica of the japor snippet but I never did. I think this is really cool Y/N, you don’t need to be so nervous around me all the time.” He said quietly as he set your arm down on your thigh. Hayden was nice, but you were feral, you still couldn’t grasp the fact you avoided him like a schoolgirl avoided her crush.

“I-… I am not! The job is just so… overwhelming you know?” Lies, you shook as bad as a chihuahua when you were alone with him, practicing lines, fighting, and in general.

“It’s been three months and you still get distracted by just staring at me mid-fight.” A chuckle resonated in his chest as you looked at your blushing face.

“Okay… I just didn’t want to look like some nerdy, obsessed fangirl, I didn’t know how well that would go over.” Holding the cool bottle against your face you let your hair shield your face from the older man.

“I think it’s cute.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe the star would align, maybe you would have a chance with the man you’d worshipped during your teen years.

I need to be his controversially young girlfriend HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE idk i think its a sign or whatever🤞🏼 hope you liked this! feel free to make any requests! i might make a part two but idk yet

Masterlist

[5bi5]

I love that Willow and Anya end up becoming good friends after starting out disliking each other for reasons that do make sense but aren't really about each other (or at least, not each other's fault).

Anya is struggling as a new human to try and not only figure out a culture she doesn't really understand but also to specifically integrate into an existing friend group in which her boyfriend is very close and devoted to two different women he's had romantic feelings for in the past. She feels out of place, jealous, and excluded, which is understandable but not really Willow or Buffy's fault (except when they're rude to her for not knowing things that she really has no way of knowing and aren't willing to be sensitive or helpful, which does happen).

Meanwhile, Willow feels like she's losing her best friend to his new girlfriend (who shares some personality traits with his last girlfriend, who was cruel to both Xander and Willow for years) at a time when Willow and Xander are growing apart as she goes to college and lives with Buffy and he lives at home and doesn't go to school (something which Xander clearly feels insecure about). Willow is also feeling isolated as she realizes and comes to terms with her sexuality; Xander has displayed internalized homophobia in the past and while we never see Anya being homophobic to my recollection, Willow probably feels uncomfortable coming out to a girl she doesn't know very well who has no social filter. On top of that, we see Willow in season four building a new, more confident identity for herself, but she never stops feeling like a nerd deep down (not that being a nerd is a bad thing, or something she even really stops being – but in this case the important thing is she's internalized the feeling of being ostracized and made fun of for it), even seeing her new identity as a costume in Restless. After spending most of her life being ridiculed for not dressing the right way or saying the right thing and now making a conscious effort to reinvent herself, she bristles at seeing Anya confidently do and say things that are socially inappropriate with no shame, and at Xander finding this attractive. Again, her feelings are understandable and human, but not Anya's fault. (Also when she first met Anya, Anya enlisted her help in casting a spell which brought forth Willow's evil doppelganger, which is mostly her fault).

But then they become friends! They not only stop bickering all the time, but they start to actively look out for each other, with Anya saying at the end of season six that she's only working with Xander and Buffy to help Willow, and Willow trying to help Anya after she kills the frat boys in season seven. They even do another spell together, which is a nice full circle moment from how they met. They still have moments of conflict (which feels realistic for their personalities), but they are friends.

[fanonimus]

My brother is obsessed with TTG, and I am baffled. We binged it, and I looked around in the... Fandom? I know the show is lighthearted, but I'm a psychology nerd.

Tw: Abuse, neglect, shitty people in general, mind conzrol and trauma. Progress with caution.

Not many people talk about the abuse Robin faces. I don't understand why is there basicaly no angsty content.

I also want to scoop that boy up and hug him and take him away from those people that surround him.

This boy has no positive influence in his life. Get him a therapyst.

He's neglected. I was sick watching this.

WHAT THE HELL DUDE this was genuinely hard to watch, and even the colour coded idiots aknowledge how badly he was treated.

Oh but they don't get away scott free. The little idiots.

They constantly hurt him (which I noticed is a reocurring joke, but it happens to him so constantly that it's not even humour. It's just... painful.)

What the fuck was that prank?

Considering I know his backstory pretty well (look, I watch enough dc), this prank just makes me want to cry. He smiles. His smile broke my heart. I genuinely started crying, alonside Robin. It was not a nice experience.

So they clearly don't have a problem with triggering traumatic responses.

Robin is also almost always the butt of the joke, even tough he is the leader nobody respects him.

Which would be understandable if he didn't try his damn hardest. He's resourceful and can make the best of a situation.

Like the time he got dance powers (which is just amazing, holy shit I want dance powers).

He found great use of an othervise "useless" pover.

Speaking of useless, his "friends" look down on him because he has no powers. Even though he is capable of beating all of them without it.

Yknow, like in the movie.

Oh yeah, nice recall to the movie the one where they competed with the Super Hero Girls team (love that show).

Y'know, where it started like this

And ended like this in like, five seconds.

Abandonment issues go brrr:

He's my angsty boy.

Also, the fact that he answered mind control on the last question, and it wasn't even on the board, broke something in me.

Him being a "control freak" is also played up for jokes, which I personally hate, but you can also go with the route of the Titans just not listening, ever, and Robin, still raised by the batman even if differently than in canon, in a city where if you are not on top you are dead, it's obvious that he developed an instictive need for control. He had gotten used to being on top of every situation, so when he felt that control slip, he grasped it and held on. This behaviour is not good, but he can't help it, and without proper consuling, he won't be able to stop this behaviour. He could, if he just let go of the illusion of control he clings to, a safety net, and we all know one can not simply just do that.

(I was someone people called a "control freak". I worked on myself, and I changed, but it took years after I noticed. Letting go is the hardest thing people like me and him can do because letting go means losing control, and that can be the scariest thing in the world. So I have experience, yes.)

(Yes, I also have experience. No, I am not going to talk about it, but it wasn't physical, don't worry)

For the hitting... Wild hot take and shit: Since Batsy was not a stellar dad, he kept robin in line by means not so family-friendly. (He hit his kids in canon, it's really OOC for him, but we have proof that happened) And it was really effective. Children of abusive parents go a lot of ways, but repeating the parents' mistakes is one of them. So maybe Robin decided that violence might be the thing to keep his teammates in line. (We are circleing back yeah.) But it clearly didn't work.

Edit: Holy shit I just realized that this Robin is all of the worst qualities of the other Robins. Obsessive, Controlling, full of himself, violent, and then throw their insecurities into there too (Abandonment issues, parental issues, anxiety, paranoia). Holy lady.

Edit2: Thank you, Yurki-posts, for pointing out some things my little rant was missing. I shall update it now.

[lolitaa-17]

Best part | !soccer player eren

pairings: Eren x fem reader

Synopsis: Eren always had eyes on you, and same goes for you…

Warning: literally just kissing pero solo poquito :b

“Eren focus!” one of his teammates yells while he was too busy staring off at someone in the distance.

“Yeah sorry” He looks one more time to see if she was still there before getting body slammed by someone from the opposing team.

The whistle blew as the coach made a call for timeout. They all jogged up to the coach and huddled in a little circle.

“Yeager, what the fuck is over there that’s so important? You had had the ball! You can’t be distracted when you have the fucking ball!” The coach yelled rubbing his temples.

“Sorry it won’t happen again coach” he breathed heavily due to the running during the game.

“Yeah it won’t because you’re sitting out till you get your head back in the game”

“What? No I-“ the referee blew the whistle again signaling that the timeout clock was ending soon.

“Sit down” his coach demanded.

“Armin you’re in” he added.

“I know soccer is important to you, but when your head is up your ass Yeager…it’s not good for you or the team” his coach patted his back.

3-2

“Practice tomorrow at 5:00pm” that’s all the coach announced before leaving. He wasn’t impressed by the performance of his team today. Eren was one of his star players but the way he was so out of it had weighed the team down a lot.

Eren looked over at the bleachers seeing many people getting ready to leave the game. He spotted you as some boy from the other school had been all up on you. He packed his bag and made his way over to the bleachers.

“Hey eren what was up today?” Connie rubbed his hair messing it up more than it already was.

“Who’s that?” He pointed with his head toward the dude had been chatting it up with you.

“Don’t know, he just walked up over here after the game and started talking to her. Why you jelly?” Connie frowned making fun of Eren’s reaction.

“Text me” the boy yelled out as he was running back to his team.

You turned around giving Connie and Eren a creeped out look. Causing both of them to laugh.

“He was weird” you laughed along with them.

“I’m back did the game Finis-“ Sasha stopped seeing Eren as cotton candy was stuffed in her mouth.

Shortly Armin arrived, he seemed to be out of it since he had to pick up the team after the coach had sat Eren down.

“Hey good job you two, both of you guys at least made a point!” You smiled giving them both a high-five.

Eren had a fat crush on you since he first laid his eyes on you. He would obviously never do anything about since he was too scared to ruin the friendship between you two. You two had first seen each other in the lunch room as you were sitting there by yourself reading a book like the nerd you were. So Eren asked Sasha if she could invite you over to the table so he could have a chance to talk to you, which obviously worked out perfectly.

Sometimes you two would just hang out at Eren’s house while he worked out in his gym and you sat their doing school work accompanying him, sometimes you would try to work out with him for laughs and giggles.

“Let’s go to the diner! I’m starving.” Sasha suggested.

“I’m gonna pass…Annie is waiting for me to help her study for some test she has coming up” Armin looks up from his phone.

“Alright, good job today.” Eren daps up Armin as he was leaving.

Now it was just You, Sasha, Connie and Eren.

“I’m taking Sasha with me!” Connie grab’s Sasha’s wrist before they head over to Connie’s car.

“So what was up today?” You asked Eren while you two made your way to his car.

He had to think of a quick excuse. He couldn’t just say ‘I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.’

“These test have been kicking my butt, just out of it. You know?” He says while you arrived to his car as he opened the car door for you.

Seconds later he enters the car putting his bag in the back seat.

“You know I can always help you study” you offered.

He was lying though, he was actually getting really good grades on his test. But the thought of you coming over his house in his room to help him study got him excited. Anything minimal that had to do with you stirred him up.

After a couple conversations here and there you both finally arrived to the diner.

“They did not waste no time to get here.” You pointed at Sasha and Connie who had already been sitting down at booth.

Eren chuckled. He caught on what Connie and Saha were doing. Usually Sasha would always ride with you guys but this time Connie tried to get you and Eren to be alone just for the sake of Eren. And no he was sitting next to Sasha in the booth leaving you and Eren to share a seat next to each other.

You slid in the booth as Eren followed right behind. You four were just chatting when suddenly the waiter came over.

“Can I get anything for you guys?”

“Strawberry shake!” Sasha licked her lips just thinking about the shake.

“I’ll get the same” you followed shortly after.

“I’ll get a coke” Connie replied.

“I’ll also get a strawberry shake” Eren said lastly

“Oh you play soccer? For the school?” The waiter asked sneaking her hand on Eren’s shoulder.

“Uh yeah” he answered a bit confused on why she had been putting her hands on him.

“That’s cute, what your name?” The waiter asked another question. You and Sasha looked at each other. Connie noticed, the way your face changed when the waiter was all up on Eren.

“Yo can you just go get our drinks? I’m parched” he interrupted her.

Eren sighed out of relief as the waiter scoffed and walked away.

“That was weird” Sasha broke the silence laughing it off.

It would be a fat lie if you said you didn’t like Eren. You were head over heels for him. But you were also scared to even say anything fearing that it may ruin the friendship between you two.

“What are you gonna get?” Eren interrupted your thoughts by getting bit closer to you as you two were sharing a menu. You could feel his arm snake around behind you on the top of the booth seat.

“I’m not really that hungry, but I could go for some fries” You smiled at him.

Connie and Sasha had been staring at the cute duo in front of them. They high five each other as a ‘mission successful’.

Soon a different waiter arrived with your drinks.

“So we could only make the two shakes I apologize our blender stopped working after the second one. Is there anything else I could get for you?” The waiter asked Eren as you and Sasha took the shake.

Sasha kicked you under the table making you wince in pain a little. ‘Share’ she mouthed.

“Do you just wanna share?” You asked eren.

“You sure?”

You nod sliding the shake toward the middle of the two of you.

“I’m good.” He answered the waiter.

After a good hour and a half you all decided to head over Eren’s place to go watch a movie and chill.

“I still don’t understand how you can live here all alone.” You say looking at basically a mansion.

Eren watched you as you admired his house. He just imagined the day you lived here with him. The fantasies in his just kept flowing in his head watching every little movement of yours.

“Where is Sasha and Connie they should be here by now.” You ask looking at the time on your phone.

Eren looked at his phone seeing text Connie sent 5 mins ago ‘have fun but not too much ;)’ he smiled at the message.

“Connie and Sasha cancelled last minute, he just texted me.” he turned off his phone putting it on the counter.

“Oh, do you still want to hang out or nah?” You asked a bit nervous to hear his answer.

“Of course I do” he laughed.

“I’m gonna go hop in the shower really quick though. You can wait in my room if you want.”

You nod following him to his room.

The water was running in his bathroom as music was playing on his alexa. You could hear him humming along with music. ‘Sure thing’ by Miguel was playing.

You look down at your phone as you saw a message from Sasha.

‘Do it tonight or we’re never getting kbbq ever again.’

You chuckled knowing damn well she could not last a month without kbbq. You thought to yourself ‘maybe tonight is the night I’ll do it’.

Couple minutes passed Eren walked out the bathroom with just grey sweatpants on.

“Want to watch the movie in here or downstairs?” He asked during his hair but you had been too busy staring at his abs.

“Up here is fine” You fix your gaze back to his face.

You two got comfortable on his bed while the only light in the room was the huge tv in his room. There was an awkward gap between the two.

He put on the minions. You laughed at the choice of movie but didn’t complain.

A couple minutes in the movie you decided to ask the big question. This could go either really good or really bad, you thought to yourself.

“Eren-“

Y/n-“

You both looked at each other.

“Sorry you go first” He apologizes.

“No it’s okay you go” you wanted to hear what he was gonna say.

He sighed.

“I’ve been needing to really get this off my chest because it’s been bugging me since the first day I’ve laid my eyes on you.” He chuckled. “That day Sasha invited you to sit with us during lunch, was because I basically begged her to ask you because I was entirely way too nervous to go up myself and ask you. And ever since that day you never left my mind, you’re just like constantly on my mind nonstop and it making me crazy. Seeing all these other boys going up to you and hitting on you just makes me even crazier.”

You were a bit shocked at the sudden confession.

“And I don’t want to lose my chance to be with you because I’m over here being a little pussy.”

He finally looks over at you to see you smiling. He sighed in relieve seeing the expression on your face.

You jump on top of him embracing him tightly.

“You literally stole all the words out of my mouth.”

He felt the butterflies in his stomach as you say those words. He never thought you would’ve felt the same way.

“Okay…” he sighed breaking the big question “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You smiled at him as you were on his lap and arms wrapped around him.

“Obviously”

Finally after so long you kissed him. Those lips that you were dying to feel, you finally felt them. And they were even better than you imagined.

Soon you and Eren were cuddling in his bed, while you wore one of his tshirts and a pair of his old soccer shorts that fit way too short and tight on him.

“Can you stay the night?” He asked half asleep, and that deep voice the way it tingled your ear while your attention was still on the movie.

“Mhm” you hummed back.

He squeezed you tighter making sure you wouldn’t leave his side.

The morning shortly arrived. Eren woke up due to the sun shining brightly in his room. He took a glance over at you. He smiled at the sight of how peacefully you were sleeping. The fantasy that he always had in mind had finally come true. You sleeping in his bed, with his clothes on. He closed his eyes before hugging you from behind causing you to move a little.

[wheatnoodle]

part 2 to⬆️

— wednesday —

there have been more than enough shit people in eddie’s life for him to care when his so-called “friends” don’t turn out to be who he thinks they are.

and honestly, this time, it’s on him. he’s a firm believer in second chances but even he should’ve known that steve harrington would always be steve harrington. he needs to start believing people when they show him who they really are, not try and see, try and find, try and create the good in them.

he’s hurt, he’s embarrassed, but he’s not surprised. so he turns up his music and he strums harder and headbangs faster and drowns out the sound of his brain until his friday show. he channels his feelings, his anger and betrayal, into making it the best damn show indiana has ever seen.

he wasn’t going to let some jock like steve harrington stop him from doing what he loves. steve and his stupid hair, and his stupid moles, and his stupid big brown eyes, and his stupid pouty lips, and his stupid muscles, and his-

great, now he’s blushing. because he was also dumb and he let himself get a stupid fucking crush on a stupid fucking jock who used to be bitch and seemingly still is.

besides, it’s not like he hasn’t seen steve go out of his way to support his friends. he’s at every single one of lucas’s basketball games and will’s art shows and drives robin to her marching band practice. sure, he doesn’t stick around for that last one, but he still drives her. and yet every time eddie asks him to come to his practices, or come to his concerts, or anything related to his band, steve conveniently has to work or has some excuse ready on the tip of his tongue. eddie doesn’t even care if steve likes his music, he just wants him to show up. to pretend he cares even a little bit about eddie’s music.

and the look he gave him! like he couldn’t believe what eddie was saying to him. that was just the icing on the cake. he was done. so he brushed off dustin’s pestering to ask steve to come to the movies with them, he avoided his uncle wayne’s concerned looks, and he was ready to move on with his life.

— friday —

over the years, the party had accepted that being a passenger in steve’s car wasn’t like how it used to be. when they were just in middle school, they’d laugh and bicker and they’d rope steve into their conversations or he’d look at them through the rear view mirror whenever they said something that they probably shouldn’t have.

now, post-freshmen-year, they still laugh and fight in the backseat, but steve doesn’t talk. doesn’t even look at them. robin says he’s just focusing on his driving or blames herself for turning the music up so loud. not at all because he can’t hear them anymore, no no.

so he’s in his driver’s seat, wearing his lovely family video vest, and hauling dustin and robin to the hideout for corroded coffin’s show before he heads to work. robin has her billy idol tape playing and she’s turned around in the front seat, raving with dustin about the latest nerd movie. sometimes steve is glad he can’t hear.

he pulls up outside of the bar, parks near the van where eddie, the band, and his kids are all stood around dragging equipment out of the back. mike and lucas are shoving each other around with smiles on their faces and they all seem to be wearing some kind of handmade corroded coffin tshirts.

they turn at the sound of the gravel crunching under tires. eddie’s jaw sets at the sight of the familiar beemer and he’s rolling his eyes before he can stop himself. steve gets out the car, doesn’t look up as he circles around, opens robin’s door, and grabs dustin’s bag from the backseat.

eddie is making his way over, long, drawn out steps. he’s clapping too, slowly and loud, and the van gang are staring at him, confused and quiet. steve happens to look up just as eddie gets a few feet away and begins to shout for all to hear.

“here ye, here ye! make way, make way!” eddie throws his arms out to the side, a grand gesture as he sweeps a hand across the rest of the group. “he has arrived to grace us with his presence! all hail king steve! would you like us to bow for you, my liege?”

he doesn’t get the reaction he had hoped.

there’s no anger in steve’s eyes. no fire. no promise of a fight. no clenched fists ready to make contact with eddie’s cheekbone the way high school steve would.

instead, he’s met with silence.

and steve’s quickened breathing.

and the glossing of tears building in his tear ducts that he’s trying to blink back.

steve’s eyes flick to the party behind him. they’re all looking at him. nobody is saying anything. he hands dustin’s bag back to its rightful owner. doesn’t say anything as he stumbles to his car door. his hands are shaking trying to get the key in the door. it fits in the hole, it’s made for this door, why don’t not it go in, why cant this just work for him, why him, why now-

he drops the key, spitting a hushed “sh-shit” that his voice breaks in the middle of. robin walks over, picks up the key ring and unlocks his door. her eyes are huge as she looks at him. filled with shock, with worry, with anger. he can only manage a quick glance before he’s in the car and speeding away.

eddie is still standing where he was, rooted to the spot. he stares straight ahead, arms dropping to his sides.

“eddie…what the fuck is your problem.”

[neonbrutalism]

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Ship Comics!MattFoggy (Part 1)

Hello My MattFoggy Friends.

Are you sad about Daredevil: Born Again more than likely not including Foggy? Do you agree that he is so crucial to Daredevil and also he and Matt are married?

Then let me introduce you to ... the Daredevil comic! Because if you thought Matt and Foggy were married in the show, wait until you read the comic.

One thing I hear a lot is that there's almost 60 years of Daredevil comics, way too much complicated history and detail and you can't be expected to read all that. And to that I say... correct. And you're not expected to. I myself have not read all of volume 1 nor parts of volume 2, 5 or almost any of 6/7.

You just gotta pick what seems interesting. I like the Waid Run! I started there and have picked and chosen other runs. Nobody actually expects you know the complete history of the characters. It doesn't matter! Did Matt dad die before or after he met Foggy? Did they go to Columbia or Harvard? How old are they? How long did Matt and Elektra date?

The answer: who cares? Not even the comic writers can keep that straight. Just go with what you want to happen! Nobody is going to call you out. If you want dead characters alive, go for it! If you want to import characters from the MCU into your fic, please feel free! It's a 60 year soap opera. Do want you want. If you really want to know, just read a wiki summary.

If anyone gets weird or salty in your comments … that person is making some very weird choices. Do not engage. Good God, it's a fanfic. Do whatever you want. Just reply "lol, yikes" and move on. I am 35 years old and I am giving you grown-up with a job in an office adult permission to do that!

The major differences between the comic and the show are:

Matt is a redhead. Matt having red hair is pretty much the only difference that remains constant. Everything else is different and changeable writer-to-writer. Except early in Volume 5, when he was drawn to look like Charlie Cox and the miniseries between 5 and 6 where in some issues, everyone was copied from the Netflix show and it was weird.

Anyway:

Foggy's hair is usually short but he has 1990s anime girl bangs like Sailor Moon. If you like long-hair Foggy, sure, he can grow it out! He's sometimes blonde.

In earlier runs, Matt is sometimes shown to have been blinded as a teenager, 14 to 16. In more recent runs, he was a child like he was in the show.

Jack Murdock died when Matt was either in college or in law school, either before or after he met Foggy. It changes depending on the writer. He's also been written as dying only a few years after Matt was blinded.

Matt doesn't just have enhanced senses... He has an entirely new, unique sense, radar sense, that functions separately from his other senses. I don't know how. So, if he loses his hearing, he can still understand the world around him.

Stick trained Matt and once, pushed him off a building but didn't abandon Matt until he was in college. Comics Matt doesn't quite have the abandonment issues Netflix Matt has. He has a whole lot of other ones.

Matt wasn't crushed by Midland Circle. But he DID basically die in the storyline Born Again and have to be nursed back to health by Maggie.

Matt's not actually very religious in the comic. He was raised Catholic and he gets more religious when he's especially distressed (and due to inspiration from the show) but for the most part, he is not a very devout Catholic. However, in volume 6 and volume 7, he is (but it's kind of a weird ninja cult way idk i'm trying not to editorialize in this)

Foggy's class. In the show, he is from a lower-middle class family that loves him and Matt. In the comics, Foggy's family is very wealthy and they are pretty disappointed in Foggy. His birth mother, Rosalind Sharpe, is a huge asshole and hates her son and Matt both, but has tried to use them in the past for her own gain.

They're both huge nerds. Foggy's supposedly "cool" in the show but he is not, I assure you, in the comics. Comics!Foggy almost certainly cannot recognize a Taylor Swift song. Comics!Matt likes experimental jazz. I want to give them both swirlies.

What if you want to write comics-verse with Butcher Shop Foggy and Religious Matt? Then do it! It's fine! It's a big multiverse!

I just want my MattFoggy friends to have content.

Now on the downside, as this comic's been going on for a while, Matt (and other characters) are kind of assholes to Foggy about his weight. I ignore that bit. As with all comics, you have to ignore some shitty stuff sometimes because it all varies writer-to-writer.

Anyway, you came here for some MattFoggy Married Evidence, right?

Okay, here we go, presented with the help of my friend @froggynelson and all my chums on Discord and the Avacados in Love server...

In no particular order, a small selection of Matt and Foggy being in love.

One time, Matt got possessed by a demon and Foggy free-climbed a castle to rescue him. He is the only person able to get through to Matt to help save him. Shadowlands is otherwise, unfortunately, bad.

Something else from Volume 1 is that Matt was supposed to be the better lawyer of the two of them. Of course, since then, everyone's agreed Foggy is the better lawyer. But really, they're better together than either of them are apart. (This is the bit that made me think "oh they're GAY gay")

In volume 3 and 4, Foggy had cancer. Matt gave up his (already compromised) secret identity and moved to California in order to help him.

It was extremely sad!!

They had to fake Foggy's death!

He got better :)

Now Tumblr's post editor is chugging at this point, so please join me in part 2 - The Quest for More MattFoggy.

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This wasn’t a request but I wanted you guys to get a taste of my writing. (I did write this a while ago, so if it’s a little rough that’s why lol)

Fandom: Invader Zim

Warnings: None!

Gender neutral new kid Reader x Dib Membrane

It had been painfully quiet on the ride to your new school, mostly due to the fact not only was this a new school, but it was a new school that was already half way through the year. Your stomach turned as your car rolled up to the school.

With slight anxiety, and a not so slight headache, you exited the car. Up ahead sat the school. You walked fast, mostly because you were nervous. "Skool" it said on the building. That was definitely a... unique name. You thought to yourself as you pushed open the large double doors.

(Tiny time skip 👍)

Walking around the building felt like going in circles. The outside looked small, and yet your feet already hurt as you took about your third lap around the school. Luckily, you still had about ten minutes before school actually began. Unluckily, there was no way you were going to be able to find "Miss Bitter's" classroom in under ten minutes.

With a shake of your head, you stopped in the empty hall you had been walking through and jammed your schedule back into your backpack. Clearly it would be no help to you.

You were about to give up and just go hide in the bathroom or something when a boy walked past in the hall. He was tall-ish with black hair and big round glasses. Frankly, the guy looked like a nerd, and was muttering to himself like one too. He wore a shirt with a ghost on it. Eh, at least he seemed to be a cool nerd? You thought. His head was down and he was too preoccupied with something to notice you, or anything really, because he tripped on his own feet. You would've laughed, if you weren't still irritated from your failed search.

An idea fled into your head as the guy fell on himself and looked around to see if anyone saw that. Walking over, the guy had managed himself back onto his feet, though his cheeks were reddened with embarrassment as he saw you stroll over. Seeing the guy up close, he definitely didn't look half bad, though some acne cream would definitely do the guy wonders. His eyes, well what glimpses of them you could see through his glasses, were distrustful and he kept glancing around.

"Hey, uh, that was a pretty cool somersault, man." You stared calmly, he tensed slightly at your teasing. You weren't sure why you said that, but you guess this was a start. "So... like, anyways, you happen to now where Miss..." Ah... oops, the name slipped your mind. Pulling the schedule back out of your backpack, you pointed at the name. "Miss Bitters. You know where her class is?" You asked hopefully. The boy's eyes scanned your paper, glanced around the empty hallway, and then snapped back up to yours.

"Are you... new?" The boy asked, as if you talking to him suddenly made sense. You shrugged and nodded. The boy stared hard at you, as if trying to figure out what kind of person you were just by watching. The boy fidgeted and nodded slightly, looking off to the side. "You can follow me." He said before turning on his heels and marching toward where you hoped your class was. Following behind, it was hard to not lose him. People were crowding the halls now and he seemed to keep his head low. You pushed your way passed people and made your way to his side. It would've been less awkward if passers by didn't occasionally shove one of you into the other.

"I'm y/n." You finally said, breaking the silence. You'd forgotten to introduce yourself earlier, you'd wish you had, because it was hard to hear in these halls. The guy looked at you out of the corner of his vision, and nodded slightly, seeming to have heard you.

Suddenly, the guys hand was on your arm and he pulled you inside a classroom, dragging you through the crowd of people. You could make out the name "Miss Bitters" on the door. As you two entered the class, it was much quieter, nicer. You looked around. "Dib Membrane."

"Huh?" You turned to the boy, Dib, was it? "That's... my name. Dib Membrane." Dib repeated again, holding out his unsteady hand. You looked down at it. You didn't know people even still shook hands, but hey, gotta make friends somehow, right?

You shook his hand.

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Ignominy

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ch. xliv - lunch

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

warning : mdni, smut; explicit sex (not piv), oral (f receiving), semi foot job (??), jerking off, filthy shit

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

You checked your phone and it was 12.13 pm, 13 minutes passed the time San said he would get back. "Butt face," you muttered putting your phone screen down on San's desk. Bored, you stood from your seat to lean over so you could browse through the things on San's desk. He kept everything messily organized, like there are piles and things everywhere, but things are obviously where they should be. And you noticed that the piles were how you organized them and he kept it all the way you did it. During your first week of working you would've thought that he'd undo any and all work you did in his private space. It was good knowing that he had a good change of thought of you since you started working.

"Are you snooping?"

To say you were surprised was an absolute understatement as you hit your knee on his desk rather harshly to the point that you stumbled slightly. San chuckled and pressed his body close to you, pulling you straight up in his arms and guiding you towards his chair. "We got ourselves a clumsy snoop it seems," you pouted at the way he was poking fun at you but didn't say anything as he was placing you on his desk, in front of him, "Do I need to call the Black Widow to help train you?" He smirked, placing both of his hands on either side of your body. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead, making him let out a soft 'ow' and a frown, "The Black Widow's dead, San, you're gonna need to borrow Stark's time machine thingy to get her here," you pointed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest with an eyebrow raised cockily. The skin of your stockings-clad knees suddenly felt warm and when your eyes flitted to the spot momentarily, you noticed he had placed his hand there with his thumb rubbing circles on the inner side gently. "Nerd," he teased and you simply rolled your eyes at him.

You were about to get off of his desk when he took a seat on his chair but before you could even attempt to, San pushed his chair forward, effectively trapping you. "Aren't you gonna ask me how my meeting went?" with a raised eyebrow he asked you teasingly as his hands pulled you closer to the edge so that your feet were dangling on the space under his armrest. You shrugged and decided to go with whatever it was that San was trying to do, "Nah... I don't really care much about what you and a bunch of stuffy suits and pencil skirts talked about in a boring old meeting room," San's left eyebrow twitched upwards when he noticed you were being coy with him and his fingers tightened at the sight of your plump, glossy bottom lip trapped between your teeth. "What I care about though," slowly, his hands trail up your legs and slipped under your skirt, resting right where your legs meet your hips with his thumb softly caressing your underwear over your stockings, "is what's under your skirt," he smirked smugly.

Just as San was about to pull your stockings and underwear off by tugging on the waistband, your legs snapped shut as your eyes grew large. Your reaction was not accepted well by San as he hissed at you, bottom lip jutted out into a pout as his eyes stared at you disapprovingly. "Are you fucking crazy?" you tried to snap your legs shut but San's hands were firm with keeping them for him, having full control of your position. "Look who got some tongue now," He scoffed whilst smirking slightly, "Are you being disrespectful to your boss now?" "If it stops my BOSS from doing something stupid like getting caught having sex with his assistant in his office during his break!" You were rather ticked by him, or more towards his sheer nonchalance over being absolutely careless considering the two of you had just gotten caught in a VERY compromising situation not even a week ago in someone else's bathroom. But San simply shrugged as he ripped the crotch of your stockings, exposing your underwear-clad core to the cold air in the room and making you gasp out of surprise. "Well, then we'll say I was having my lunch," it was obvious that San wasn't taking the situation seriously, maybe even thinking that he was so smart for making a such joke. In a different circumstance, you would have absolutely laughed because even you had to admit that it was rather hilarious. But not then, not when he had pulled your panties to the side and eyed your cunt hungrily.

Brazenly, you held San back with your foot to his chest, this time taking him by surprise as evident with his enlarged orbs staring at you. Despite the fact that you were frowning at him in disapproval, San couldn't help but shift his eyes under your skirt and bit the blooming grin on his lips at the sight of your underwear. "Don't try to be funny, I could lose my job," a thought came to your head that maybe he was clouded by his heir privilege, not quite realizing that you were dispensable at the company. You had been so worried over the past couple of days because you didn't know whether his friends were going to say something or not. While it seemed like they won't and nothing bad had happened anyways, you didn't know if anything was happening behind your back with the HR and it caused your anxiety to spike. But San didn't share this worry as he grabbed your foot that was on his chest and placed it over his shoulder, with a roll of his eyes, he returned to his previous task of pulling your underwear to the side so he could directly stare at your wet cunt. "Believe me when I say your job is secured and no one, not even my friends, will come to my office when you're not manning your desk," his tone was reassuring and confident, you immediately recognized it as his business voice, the tone he had to adopt as a high ranking corporate worker who makes deals on a daily basis. Sure, it felt convincing and you felt your worries lessening slightly at his words, but you also felt like he knew something else.

You were about to ask him what he meant by you won't lose your job when he stuck three fingers inside you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your head lulled to the side at the sudden impact. San smirked when he saw how you reacted to his surprise attack, pleased that he managed to shut you up even if momentarily. In his head, he made a mental task for himself; keeping you from asking questions you weren't supposed to and keeping himself from answering questions he wasn't supposed to. "Look at you loving my fingers in your cunt," he chuckled darkly, teasing you on purpose, "Now tell me why you didn't want me to fuck you in the office, huh? Tell me how am I supposed to hold myself back when you're just so... Fucking irresistible with your skirts and pantsuits, looking so prim and proper around the office and having no one realize just how much of a slut you can be." You couldn't help but moan from the words San used but also from the way his fingers were massaging your walls. Not that you would admit out loud, but San was an expert at what he does, it was almost as if he was a natural at it which was why you refused to believe that he hasn't been fooling around since the two of you broke up. It made no sense for him to be so great with your body without going over some trials and errors with other women.

As San's fingers began to pump into your cunt at a slow pace to start, he instructed you to lean back slightly simply by pushing your lower stomach, adding pressure to the budding pleasure. When you looked down, you made eye contact with San as he lowered his face slowly, tongue darting out between his lips as if he couldn't wait to taste you. Your chest was rising heavily, excitement running through your body and accumulating anticipation that caused your body to shudder when San's tongue made the slightest contact with your wet core. HIs fingers stopped their movements and instead stayed inside you so you still felt like you were being filled as his tongue began its teasing licks. "Fuck," you choked out when you felt San's tongue grazing your slit from where his finger was and up to your clit where he pressed his tongue flat on it. Your body vibrated when San hummed against your cunt and you swore your hole leaked more arousal when you heard his voice. "How was I supposed to not want to taste you any time and anywhere I can?" the first taste seemed to not quench San's thirst for you as instead of feeling satisfied, San felt that he craved more of you, he wanted every single drop of you. "Mine," he growled, taking your sensitive nub between his teeth and tugging on it carelessly. The action forced your legs to instinctively close but San's broad shoulders were in the way, keeping your thighs apart but accidentally letting your foot that was on his lap to slip and made contact with his crotch.

The feeling was new to San, he even had to stop the ministration of his mouth when he felt the sole of your high heel shoe pressed onto his hard cock. His eyes widened and he gulped, finding pleasure in it that caused his hips to ground upwards against your foot instinctively and you took notice of this. "Oh lookie who's acting like a horny bitch now," San detached his mouth from your cunt to groan out when your foot pressed onto his dick harder, "Can't deny that you look cute like this, though," you chuckled. It would seem like you had an upper hand in this situation what with San's release being in your hands (or foot in this case). But ever the confident prick, San lifted himself off of you slightly and pulled his fingers out of you in favour of grabbing your foot, he then proceed to press it harder on his hard dick whilst simultaneously grinding against it. "Just because I let you do some shit doesn't mean you have the upper hand, got it?" he smirked.

San pulled you closer to the edge by your thighs harshly and spared you one last glance before diving back down, "If your feet stop moving, I won't let you cum." And you almost forget what to do because once San returned to eating you out, he wasn't giving you mercy. His tongue moved expertly into your hole as he alternated between it and gave you harsh suck everywhere. A loud slap was heard and your body jolted at the impact San gave to the side of your thigh, spanking you hard enough to get your attention. The glare he gave you was one of warning and reminder, wanting you to hold your end of the work so he would be gaining something as well. It was hard trying to use your foot to work San up especially since he was doing wonders to your cunt that made your legs weak, but you were still determined to try. Mostly because he threatened to not let you cum but also because you want him to be affected by you once in a while.

Soon, the both of you fell into a rhythm of pleasuring each other. You became more comfortable using your feet on San, knowing just what made him tick and how to tease him. You found out through his moans that he particularly liked you using the sharp tip of your heels on his sensitive tip. The combination of his pants and the pressure was just perfect for San as it provides textured friction but also pressure with an edge of pain that wasn't too overbearing. Not that he minded, but it would be best to use pain at a later time, preferably somewhere you can be as loud as you can comfortably.

"S-shit," you gasped when you felt San spreading your pussy apart to tongue-fuck your hole, greedily slurping the essence you produced as obnoxious sucking sounds filled the room. San's teeth nibbled on one side of your pussy lips, chuckling when he felt the leg that was on his shoulder pull him even closer than before (if it was possible). "Are you trying to suffocate me on your cunt?" another gasp left your lips when San reached between and slapped your pussy twice, making your body jolt in surprise and your hole clench around nothing, something San saw clearly. "Y-you said you wanted to have me, didn't you?" you whimpered as you let your foot run up the length of San's cock with a slight pressure that made the man hum in approval. San smirked against your pussy after hearing that, loving how submissive you sounded. "You're right, baby, I should thank you, huh?"

Out of the blue, San plunged three of his fingers into your cunt as his lips latched on your clit. The combination of the actions and abruptness made your leg muscles spasm slightly and you accidentally pressed onto San's cock a little harder than you intended. San grunted from the pain but he made no move to stop his work, allowing you to think that he might be into that. But you couldn't make fun of him, not when you felt your climax approaching. "Yes, oh fuck! Mo- more, Sannie, more!" you whined, tucking your face into your arm slightly to muffle out the very needy and whiny voice you were making. It wasn't just your voice that drove him into bringing you to your climax, but it was also how your feet were rubbing on him harshly, bordering on just directly stepping onto his dick. But he loved it, he loved it so much that it drove him to eat you out with even more fervour.

It happened all at once, you came hard on his tongue as your thighs shook and you accidentally used your heel to press on his cock and it made him choke on your cunt slightly. San pushed himself off of you and immediately stood up on his own slightly shaky legs. He then pulled you up into a sitting position, not even caring that you were still trying to ride your high. Your head was fuzzy with pleasure and you didn't even realize that San had whipped his dick out and was jerking himself off. San was hissing at the feeling of his dick finally getting attention after being tortured by your foot and it felt so good getting pleasure after being teased as he pleasured you. It wasn't until you felt something warm on your cunt that you looked down to see what San was doing. He had pulled your underwear just enough to have his cock slip in and come on your bare cunt. You couldn't help but shudder and let out a moan at the feeling of his warm cunt filling your panties and as you were in such a state, San was peppering kisses from your cheek down to your neck, giving you praises for being so good and obedient for him as he continued finishing himself off.

Once done, San slumped back into his chair with a satisfied grin as you shift on your seat, the feeling of his cum in your panties rather unusual but at the same time, it felt dirty enough that it was hot and slightly turning you on. "My cum better still be in your panties by the end of the day and yes, I will check," San said smugly, smirking at you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and scoff but the blush on your face showed how embarrassed you were at the thought of him looking into your panties later in the day.

The thought of people finding out that you have been sleeping with your boss pushed to the back burner. Now, you could only think about how you were supposed to survive the day with San's cum in your panties. Thoughts of what if it drips out and people notice flooded your head and you thought to yourself.

'Why do I put myself in this position?'

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[incogcheetah]

Alright ya nerds, it's time for more angst. This is just one of the ways I see this scene going, the brainrot is still so deep.

From @wolfythewitch 's zombie au

It was him, a part of her knew it was. The blonde hair falling messily around his head, the green jacket that he wore everywhere, the brown pants she had gotten him for one of their anniversaries. It made sense even if she couldn't wrap her mind around it. She felt frozen, as if her muscles had turned to ice. Even though it was warm outside.

But it felt like she was freezing.

A wild screech sounded and a small streak pelted out from the abandoned emergency vehicle to her right, stopping right in front of Phil. It was a teenager, about 15, so scared his hands were shaking, but determinedly leveling a handgun straight at her. Kristin didn't even see it, as the boy behind it made her breath catch in her throat.

Wilbur. Her son. He was alive. And he was here. Her chest felt light, but she also felt like she couldn't breathe, both at the same time. Wild emotions warred inside her. Even if he didn't recognize her, even if he looked like he had been through a tornado and was aiming a gun at her head, shouting to stay back. She would recognize those brown curls anywhere, the soft tilt of his eyes accented by his "seeing circles," as he called them, or as everyone else called them, his glasses.

She tried to say his name, only to have her voice crack back to a whisper in the middle, her throat closing up because of a burn that traveled down from her eyes, one so fierce that it kept her mouth from opening again. Her eyes ached from holding back tears as she looked at her son, then to her husband.

She couldn't seem to move. It was like she was a million miles away, looking down at herself facing the two people she couldn't see herself without, having spent so long trying to get to this point. But now that she had finally gotten here, she couldn't believe what she saw. She couldn't make herself take it in, to believe what was before her.

Her eyelids beat like a hummingbird's wings. She couldn't let any of the tears fall. No that would lead to something she never wanted any of the kids to see.

Instead Kristin looked back at Wil, and realized that he wasn't pointing the gun at her now. She turned her head. Techno, he had somehow come up beside her, and taken her gun, without her realizing. He was pointing it at Wilbur. "Kristin, step back."

She looked back and forth between them, realizing that Techno had spoken to her, and the reality of the situation smacked her in the face. They were going to shoot each other if she didn't do something. Finally able to make her limbs work, she reached towards Techno, and managed to find her voice. "Techno, Techno lower the gun."

The 16 year old looked at her like she was insane, but before she could open her mouth again, a groaning interrupted her, followed quickly by soft protests. Kristin looked back toward her family.

Phil was trying to move toward her, and Wil was trying his best not to let him stumble forward, his soft tone just loud enough to reach her, and a stark contrast from earlier. "No, no Dad don't, I'm not letting you go, they won't take you away again..."

Kristin's heart squeezed as she struggled not to imagine what happened to them on their way here. Her jaw tightened as she called out to her son once again, her voice emotional but strong.

"Wilbur."

He froze then, blinking twice, and she could see the moment the recognition appeared on his face as he looked back at them, at her. The emotions she saw cross his face, shock, joy, fear, exhaustion, were nothing compared to the tears that came into his eyes as he whispered the one word she was afraid she would never get to hear again.

"Mom?"

[twistedappletree]

TYPE: One-shot

JURISDICTION: It’s fluffy humor with a dash of combat, your honor

PAIRING: 💛 Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui 🩵

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, Fairy

ELEMENTS: Lanling setting, autumn season, brief combat, canon universe, plant-nerd Lan Sizhui, Jin Ling getting saved from ✨situations✨, Lan Jingyi being an unhinged gremlin (naturally)~

🍂

Impish snickering sounded from behind them. Jin Ling snapped his head to the side and shouted, “Shut up, Jingyi! Don’t make me use a flare!”

Lan Jingyi crossed his arms and snorted. “What? So I can tell your uncle you had to be rescued from a tree like a cat? What happened to that snobby pride, Mistress Jin?”

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In which Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi get competitive during a pheasant hunt while trying to impress Lan Sizhui, who ends up repeatedly saving them from the ridiculous consequences of their antics.

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“Pheasants?” Jin Ling stopped in front of the tree line and crossed his arms, refusing to go any further. “You dragged us all the way out here this late in the evening for pheasants?”

Lan Sizhui and Fairy stopped beside him as Lan Jingyi spun around and grinned. “Of course! It’s the best time to catch them since they’re out looking for food. Haven’t you ever hunted pheasants before?”

“Have you ever hunted pheasants before?” Jin Ling deflected.

“I learned from Senior Wei himself. He’s the best at pheasant hunting!”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Doubtful.”

Lan Jingyi slanted his brows and barked, “Like you could do any better! You didn’t even answer my question!”

“I’ve been hunting in Lanling’s woods since I could walk,” Jin Ling brazenly claimed, placing his hands on his hips. “Pheasants are beginners’ game compared to the prey I’ve caught.”

“Oh yeah?” Lan Jingyi grinned mischievously. “Then you’ll have no problem catching one. How about we make it a competition? First one to catch a pheasant wins.”

“Wins what?” Jin Ling spat his responses, already annoyed by the proposition.

Lan Jingyi thought for a moment then brightened with an idea and skipped over to Lan Sizhui, grabbing him by the shoulders and shoving him forward like a trophy. “How about a private cultivation lesson with Sizhui?”

Both Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling went red in the face. Jin Ling feigned disappointment to hide the fact that he actually wouldn’t mind learning from Lan Sizhui. “T-That’s ridiculous! I don’t need any lessons. Besides, how would that even work if he’s competing with us? What is he gonna do if he wins, give himself a lesson?”

Lan Sizhui slipped from Lan Jingyi’s grasp and passively waved his hands in the air. “Actually, I’d rather not hunt. I don’t like killing if it’s unnecessary.”

Lan Jingyi frowned and whined, “Huh? But it’s not unnecessary, we’re hunting for food! It’s not wasteful, you have to come—“

To Lan Sizhui’s surprise, Jin Ling moved in front of him and crossed his arms. “He said he doesn’t want to. Sounds like you’re just trying to get out of competing with me because you know you’ll lose.”

Lan Sizhui used Jin Ling’s unexpected protection to distance himself along with Fairy and quietly monitor the rest of their spat.

“Cocky much?” Lan Jingyi snickered. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Then let’s go already!” Jin Ling smiled dangerously. “I’ll even give you a head start. Bare hands and weapons only—Sizhui can moderate us so nobody cheats.”

Lan Sizhui exchanged a baffled glance with Fairy, his role in the hunt apparently decided for him. Before he could speak, Lan Jingyi nodded and dashed into the woods. Jin Ling ran after him and Fairy zoomed from Lan Sizhui’s side to join but was stopped by Jin Ling. He crouched down and said something to her before ruffling her fur and disappearing into the trees.

Fairy galloped back to Lan Sizhui and tilted her head at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. Lan Sizhui raised his brows at her curiously. “Don’t you want to go with them?”

She whimpered and trotted a circle around him before nipping at the hem of his robes and pulling him towards the woods. He laughed and shook his head. “Alright, alright! It seems we’re the official chaperones.”

Fairy barked enthusiastically and hopped around like a rabbit while Lan Sizhui gestured for her to follow. “Let’s catch up to them.”

They ran through the woods together, eventually finding the other two disciples in front of a small clearing half bordered by an old, overgrown fence.

Lan Jingyi held his hand up to stop everyone and whispered, “Shhh… look.” He pointed at a brilliant pheasant bathed in the golden, autumn light and observed as it pecked the ground, unaware of their presence.

The three disciples crept towards the fence, Fairy softly stepping behind them to avoid spooking the pheasant. When they crouched behind the fence, Lan Sizhui noticed it was covered in thick thorns. “Careful,” he warned, keeping his voice low, “These thorns are sharp.”

Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi kept their distance from the fence as they watched the pheasant’s motions.

“Now what?” Jin Ling asked. “One of us needs to start.”

“Ladies first,” Lan Jingyi hummed.

“Grow up!”

“Shut up!” Lan Jingyi slapped a hand over Jin Ling’s mouth to hush him and watched despondently as the pheasant stretched its neck and scampered away.

Jin Ling grabbed Lan Jingyi’s wrist and forced his hand away, inhaling sharply with venom souring his tongue. “What are you doing?! Get off of me!”

“What are you doing?!” Lan Jingyi snarled, “Shouting like that, and now look! You scared it away!”

Lan Sizhui dropped his shoulders and sighed heavily as the other two disciples angrily bickered and flailed around each other like a pair of feral cats.

Fairy bounded over and playfully matched their steps, assuming they were playing a game. Suddenly, Lan Jingyi yelped in pain and protectively clutched his hand to his chest.

Jin Ling crossed his arms and huffed. “Serves you right.”

Lan Sizhui sprang to his feet and rushed over to Lan Jingyi. “What happened?!”

“The damn moody mistress clawed me or something!”

“I did not!” Jin Ling turned to Lan Sizhui and pointed at the fence. “He got cut on the thorns, I saw it myself.”

Lan Sizhui knew Jin Ling would never intentionally hurt Lan Jingyi and noticed a smear of bright red on one of the large thorn’s sharp tips.

Lan Jingyi exaggerated a few sniffs and whimpers, earning a sympathetic look from Lan Sizhui. Jin Ling rolled his eyes. “It’s just a thorn, they’re not poisonous. I got snagged on them all the time as a kid and never complained. You’re such a baby!”

He stood off to the side and pretended to ignore them but glared from the corner of his eye at the way Lan Sizhui was tending to Lan Jingyi’s cut. He gingerly held his hand and dabbed an ointment over the wound, repeatedly asking him if he was okay.

Meanwhile, Lan Jingyi waggled his brows and smirked triumphantly at Jin Ling, confirming that it was now more than a competition for pheasants. Lan Jingyi was also competing for Lan Sizhui’s attention, if only to get under Jin Ling’s skin.

A burning jealousy bubbled in Jin Ling’s chest as he rushed past them. “This is ridiculous. Stay here and whine, I’m going after that pheasant.”

Fairy ran behind him but he knelt down again and whispered something that sent her trotting back to Lan Sizhui with her ears down and her tail between her legs.

Lan Jingyi abruptly broke away from Lan Sizhui and chased after Jin Ling. “Like hell you are!”

“Jingyi, wait, I didn’t wrap it—!” Lan Sizhui watched them fly into the woods and disappear without a second thought. He sighed again and shrugged at Fairy. “I guess we should make sure they stay out of trouble, huh?”

Fairy agreed with a wag of her tail and gladly joined him as they followed the other two further into the woods. Not long into their trek, the forest grew silent as the grave—no birds chirping, no leaves rustling, not even the ambient sound of insects flying, crawling or burrowing into the earth. Lan Sizhui stopped and knit his brow, keeping his hand near the hilt of his sword.

A low rattling sounded from his left and something shot out of the trees with an airy hiss. Lan Sizhui unsheathed his sword and flipped backwards to dodge while Fairy mirrored his movements, growling menacingly at their attacker.

After Lan Sizhui landed, he was greeted by the sight of a large snake peering down at him with bright yellow slits for eyes. The rattling of its forked tongue flicking between its jaws grew distant as it straightened itself like a tree.

“Measuring snake,” Lan Sizhui identified, protectively holding his sword in front of Fairy to keep her from doing anything impulsive. Though the measuring snake was average in size and Lan Sizhui was the tallest out of his fellow disciples, it still towered over him with ease.

Lan Sizhui lifted his sword and prepared to defend himself. Just as the snake reared for a strike, a swift arrow pierced its left eye and sent it thrashing in pain. The assault only agitated it more and it slithered around, whipping its tail at Lan Sizhui. “Fairy, run!”

Fairy darted out of its path and Lan Sizhui vaulted himself into the air just in time to see Jin Ling descending upon the snake’s head with his sword. He impaled the blade through the roof of its mouth and firmly gripped the hilt, planting his feet on the base of its neck. The snake lowered its head and hovered above the ground, pacified from the injury.

Lan Sizhui landed right in front of it and exchanged a wide-eyed stare with Jin Ling, knowing that the snake’s brief rest was the calm before a storm. Terror shadowed Jin Ling’s face and he frowned at Lan Sizhui, choking out a quiet ‘um’ before the snake aggressively vaulted its head into the air, bringing him with it.

“Young Master Jin!” Lan Sizhui raced strategic circles around the snake, tracking its erratic movements and keeping a close eye on Jin Ling whose embedded sword was the only thing preventing him from flying into the trees. An idea sparked in Lan Sizhui’s mind and he readied a talisman as he ran. “Young Master Jin, let go!”

Jin Ling gripped his sword even tighter and shouted back, “Are you insane?!”

“I know what to do! Just trust me!”

Despite Lan Sizhui sounding sure of himself, Jin Ling hesitated. Other than his uncle, he was most likely to trust Lan Sizhui but the thought of letting go and possibly getting snapped up into the snake’s powerful jaws terrified him.

“A-Ling, I won’t let anything happen to you!” Lan Sizhui shouted with determination and reassurance, hoping to ease Jin Ling’s nerves. “Please trust me!”

Jin Ling bit his bottom lip and frowned, hoping he was making the right call. He waited until the snake’s head moved lower to the ground and released his sword’s hilt. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion when Lan Sizhui leaped in the air and sent his talisman flying towards the soft underbelly of the snake’s neck with a surge of spiritual energy.

He had just enough time to land and bolt under Jin Ling, catching him before he hit the ground. The impact of their bodies crashing together knocked the wind out of Lan Sizhui as they clung to each other and rolled to the side.

The talisman created a ring of fire around the snake’s neck that pulsated along its entire body in both directions, burning it into nothing but hot ash that fluttered calmly in the air like hazy snow. Everything fell silent aside from Jin Ling’s sword clattering to the ground, still scorching from the fire.

Lan Sizhui coughed for air beneath Jin Ling who noticed he was laying on top of him and quickly scrambled off to the side. “Sizhui?! Sizhui!” Jin Ling’s worried face came into clear view when Lan Sizhui sat up and inhaled, taking a moment to catch his breath and register everything that happened.

Relief washed over Jin Ling after seeing he was okay. He looked up in awe at the ashes falling around them. “It’s gone? How—where did you learn something like that?”

Lan Sizhui smiled, feeling somewhat accomplished. “It’s a technique I picked up from Senior Wei. I’m not nearly as good at it but for a standard measuring snake, it’s useful even with the worst execution.”

“That was amazing,” Jin Ling turned to look back at Lan Sizhui with genuine admiration in his eyes. “You’re amazing, Sizhui.”

His sudden praise made Lan Sizhui blush. He felt a funny sense of pride at receiving a compliment from someone so unlikely to give them. “Well, it would’ve played out much differently if you hadn’t defended me… so, thank you.”

Their moment was interrupted by Fairy proudly trotting up to them as though she’d been there the entire time. Jin Ling narrowed his eyes at her and scowled. “Fairy! I thought I told you to— ugh, never mind.” He crossed his arms and looked away from her.

Fairy’s ears drooped and she cuddled up to Lan Sizhui who gave her a comforting scratch on the head. “It’s my fault that she didn’t get involved. I told her to run.”

Jin Ling raised a curious brow at him. “She listened to you? She never listens to anyone but me… how—“

“Hey!”

Both of them whipped their heads around to see Lan Jingyi storming out of the trees. He noticed them on the ground together and arched a brow but didn’t comment. “What the hell are you two doing out here? I’ve never heard so much noise in my life!”

Jin Ling glared at him and hissed, “Fighting a measuring snake while you were frolicking around looking for dumb birds!”

Lan Jingyi scanned the peaceful woods, seeing nothing but bushes and trees. “Were you hallucinating? Because all I heard was you screaming and scaring off my pheasant again!”

“Jingyi, there really was a—“ Lan Sizhui’s sentence was cut short when Jin Ling wordlessly pushed himself to his feet and stomped over to Lan Jingyi, grabbing his sword off the ground along the way.

Lan Sizhui stood up after him and frowned, sensing another fight coming on. Before he could speak again, Jin Ling charged at Lan Jingyi with fire in his eyes. Lan Jingyi unsheathed his sword and blocked his strike, then jumped up into the trees with Jin Ling seconds behind him.

The two disciples violently clashed and hopped from branch to branch, dancing vicious circles above Lan Sizhui and Fairy. Lan Sizhui dizzied himself, spinning around to watch them. “Jingyi—Young Master Jin—please!”

They both ignored him, too absorbed in the petty fight. Eventually, Jin Ling pounced from a branch at Lan Jingyi who whirled around and kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying into the leaves of a nearby tree. Jin Ling crashed through the branches until the only visible parts of him were his head and arms dangling from the canopy.

Lan Jingyi landed on the ground and howled with laughter while Jin Ling struggled and failed to free himself.

“Jingyi!” Lan Sizhui shouted so furiously that his voice echoed around them and scared a few birds from the treetops. “That’s too far!”

The harsh disappointment in his tone shocked Lan Jingyi enough that he stopped laughing and shrank back with a dispirited frown.

Jin Ling’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk but it quickly faded when Lan Sizhui stood between both of them and held his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you two but I’m not a babysitter,” he scolded. “If you’re going to hunt, then hunt but please, just stop fighting!”

All three of them fell deadly quiet with nothing but the ambient sounds of the woods filling the tense silence. Lan Jingyi hung his head and frowned. “Sorry, Sizhui…”

“Don’t apologize to me,” said Lan Sizhui, “Apologize to each other. Friendly competition from now on.”

Lan Jingyi looked up at Jin Ling hanging from the tree with Fairy running circles beneath, occasionally nipping at his sleeve to try and pull him down. He felt laughter bubbling up again but managed to suppress it as he spoke. “I can’t apologize to him seriously until he comes down from that stupid tree.”

Jin Ling glared at Lan Jingyi, knowing he wouldn’t be up there in the first place if he hadn’t kicked him.

Having almost forgotten about Jin Ling’s predicament, Lan Sizhui’s expression softened and he rushed over to help him. Thankfully, the branches he’d gotten tangled in were low-hanging and Lan Sizhui was tall enough to reach him just fine. He tugged on his arms but frowned when he felt solid resistance from whatever was trapping him.

Jin Ling’s cheeks burned with embarrassment from being in such a vulnerable situation. He mumbled nervously as he tried to explain. “I think my bow is stuck.”

Lan Sizhui pushed some of the leaves away to see Jin Ling’s bow hooked on a sturdy branch, leaving him suspended in the air like a festival lantern. He examined it carefully, then wrapped one arm under Jin Ling’s chest and around his back.

Jin Ling flailed around and sputtered, “What are you doing?!”

Lan Sizhui dodged his combative, swinging limbs and sighed. “Young Master Jin, please calm down—! You’ll fall if I don’t support you.”

Impish snickering sounded from behind them. Jin Ling snapped his head to the side and shouted, “Shut up, Jingyi! Don’t make me use a flare!”

Lan Jingyi crossed his arms and snorted. “What? So I can tell your uncle you had to be rescued from a tree like a cat? What happened to that snobby pride, Mistress Jin?”

“What did I tell you two about fighting?” Lan Sizhui cut in.

The two disciples grumbled but stayed quiet. Jin Ling’s eyes went wide and he inhaled when Lan Sizhui unexpectedly placed a hand on his waist and lifted him with ease, sliding his bow off the branch and plucking him from the tree like a fruit.

He clasped his arms around Lan Sizhui’s neck, worried about being dropped but Lan Sizhui gently lowered him until the tips of his toes touched the ground. Jin Ling’s arms slipped from around his neck and fell to his sides, his head pleasantly dizzied by Lan Sizhui’s perfume of orange blossom and cedar wood.

Fairy nuzzled against Jin Ling’s leg then bounded over to Lan Sizhui and licked his hand, showing him appreciation for saving her master. Jin Ling tugged at one of his bracers and awkwardly stared at his feet before murmuring, “Thank you.”

Lan Sizhui bent down to scratch behind Fairy’s ears and straightened with a charming, gentle smile. “Of course, Young Master Jin—ah…! Forgive me.” He reached over to remove a twig from Jin Ling’s hair and flicked it to the ground.

Jin Ling bit the inside of his cheek, his heart racing from the simple gesture. If he could tell it to shut up , he wouldn’t hesitate because he swore it was pounding loud enough for all of Lanling to hear.

Lan Jingyi rolled his eyes and groaned behind them. “Are you two done with the sappy reunion? We’ve got pheasants to hunt!”

Jin Ling whipped around and glowered at him while Fairy matched his energy with a low growl. “Who’s being sappy?! If you shut your mouth now, you might have a chance at catching one after me!”

Lan Jingyi snickered and held his head high. “Oh, I’m miles ahead of you, Mistress. Watch and learn!” He turned and ran, disappearing further into the woods with Jin Ling hot on his heels.

Once again, Fairy stayed with Lan Sizhui. He wondered if Jin Ling had asked her to since it was odd of her not to hunt with her master but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy her company.

They padded behind the other two disciples, fast enough to keep up but far enough away that they didn’t disturb their hunt. Occasionally, Lan Sizhui’s attention wandered to different plants, fungi and moss along the way as he made mental notes to come back and study them.

Lanling’s woodlands in autumn were truly a sight to behold. It felt like walking through a hazy sunlit dream of warm amber and gold. Lan Sizhui was quite content to linger behind and admire it all. He stopped walking to inhale the earthy scent of dried leaves, damp soil and brisk, refreshing brooks.

Fairy’s ears suddenly perked up and she quietly backed away before trotting in the direction they came. Lan Sizhui frowned and turned to follow her but froze when he heard a familiar voice.

“Sizhui,” Jin Ling whispered.

Lan Sizhui glanced around and spotted a familiar pair of amber eyes peering through the grass to his right.

“Shhhh,” Jin Ling hushed, placing a finger to his lips, “Don’t move.”

Lan Sizhui gave him a confused look, then turned to his left to see a pheasant curiously walking towards him. He gasped softly and admired how its colorful, iridescent feathers caught the sunlight.

Jin Ling groused at how comfortable it was with Lan Sizhui. If he’d been competing with them, he could’ve easily grabbed the pheasant, snapped its neck and won—but Lan Sizhui of all people would never do that under any circumstances, so Jin Ling readied an arrow in his bow and aimed, pressing the tip of his tongue to his canine as he focused.

A symphony of small chirps erupted behind Lan Sizhui and he turned to see a flock of pheasant chicks waddling around him to get to their mother. “Oh,” he acknowledged, stepping aside so they could pass, “Excuse me.”

He glanced over to see Jin Ling stealthily crouched in the grass with the sharp tip of an arrow dexterously tracing the mother pheasant’s movements. “Young Master Jin—“

“Shhhh,” Jin Ling hushed, “I said don’t move, I’ve almost got it.”

Lan Sizhui frowned at the baby pheasants calling for their mother and felt his heart sink. “A-Ling, please. ”

The desperation in his voice snapped Jin Ling out of his trance. He looked at the worry shadowing Lan Sizhui’s gentle face, then at the pheasant chicks now dancing happily around their mother and nuzzling into her feathers.

Jin Ling dropped his shoulders and lowered his bow. An overwhelming sense of shame washed over him when he realized he’d been so focused on his competition with Lan Jingyi to win Lan Sizhui’s attention that he almost ended up traumatizing him instead.

Lan Sizhui sighed with relief and smiled at the little pheasant family, then turned around and walked away without a word.

Jin Ling sprang up from the grass. “Huh—Sizhui?” He slid his bow over his chest and ran after him. “Sizhui, wait, I’m sorry—where are you going?”

“I should go back to town. I really don’t think this kind of thing is for me, but…” He turned to Jin Ling with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You and Jingyi should stay and hunt. I can meet you both later.”

Jin Ling jogged to keep up when Lan Sizhui started walking again. “You don’t have to go, I—“

“It’s okay, A-Ling, really.”

“I don’t want you to go!”

Lan Sizhui stopped and blinked when Jin Ling rushed in front of him and stood like a gilded, fiery guardian blocking the path back to Lanling. “We don’t have to hunt anymore, I’m done, Jingyi wins! We…” He took a moment to calm himself and articulate his words coherently instead of screaming. “We can do something you want to do instead.”

The seriousness in his pose and determination in his eyes captivated Lan Sizhui and rendered him speechless. He broke into a grin and chuckled. “That’s very considerate, A-Ling but you don’t need to stop what you’re doing for me.”

Jin Ling balled his fists at his side and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what he could say to make Lan Sizhui understand. He was so frustratingly humble that Jin Ling wanted to grab him by the collar and scream his point across. “You’re right,” he agreed, “I don’t need to. I want to.”

Lan Sizhui smiled appreciatively and tapped his index finger to his bottom lip in thought. “Well… there were some plants I was hoping to look at and collect before we go back. You know Lanling much better than I do, so maybe you can help me find certain ones?”

Jin Ling brightened and puffed his chest like a bird. “I know Lanling’s woods like the back of my hand.” He rushed past Lan Sizhui and stopped to look around. They were surrounded by nothing but plants and it was obvious that he didn’t actually have any idea what he was doing. He turned and frowned, embarrassment plastered on his face. “Erm… so what are we looking for, exactly?”

Lan Sizhui’s soft laugh rang out like sweet chimes. He pulled a book out of his qiankun pouch and flipped through its pages. “I have some descriptions here so we can look for them together.”

Warmth spread through Jin Ling’s chest upon hearing him say ‘together.’ He peered at the book, reading Lan Sizhui’s neatly hand-written descriptions, complete with intricate drawings. Jin Ling spent a few seconds admiring his talent and memorized as many of the descriptions as he could.

They walked through the woods for some time, each occasionally stopping to examine a plant. Whenever Lan Sizhui found one from the book, Jin Ling listened to him explain all of its properties as he collected samples and whenever Jin Ling found one, he asked an armada of questions he never suspected he’d ever have about plants. Lan Sizhui gladly answered each and every one of them.

A sudden rustling came from behind them and a familiar fluffy head burst through the bushes.

“Fairy!” Jin Ling grinned and crouched down to greet her but frowned quickly after. “We’ve been over this a million times. I told you to—“ He caught himself before admitting he’d instructed her to stay with Lan Sizhui and opted to lightly tap her on the nose instead.

Lan Sizhui smiled fondly at them. “I think she didn’t want to scare off the pheasants earlier. She’s very thoughtful, just like her master.”

Jin Ling shook his bangs into his burning face and scratched Fairy’s head to distract himself. “I—um, let’s… let’s keep looking for plants,” he stammered, rising to his feet.

Though his blushing was adorable, Lan Sizhui graciously didn’t fluster Jin Ling further and let him search around with Fairy while he poked around bushes, trees and tall grass for any hidden flora from the book’s descriptions.

Jin Ling did the same until he came across a small patch of blue and yellow flowers. Aside from their colors, they both looked identical but he picked one of each anyway.

He approached Lan Sizhui and held the flowers out to him with slightly trembling hands, not knowing why the simple action made his nerves buzz and his stomach flip. “Do these have any special properties?”

Lan Sizhui turned and was greeted by Jin Ling’s hopeful face shining up at him expectantly, along with two beautiful flowers. He examined them and smiled. “I’m not sure… but they certainly are special.” He reached for the yellow flower and held its stem between his fingers, twirling it from left to right.

Jin Ling’s spirits fell upon hearing that they might not be useful but Lan Sizhui caught him off guard when he boldly reached over and tucked the yellow flower into his hair. “How about you hold onto it for me, just in case?”

Every thought and function in Jin Ling’s mind and body froze at the same time. He didn’t know how to respond other than staring at Lan Sizhui’s kind amethyst eyes catching the sunlight, making words impossible to speak.

But when Lan Sizhui moved to walk past him, Jin Ling panicked and instinctively grabbed his hand. Surprise colored Lan Sizhui’s cheeks with a dusting of pink as he faced him again and stared at their joined fingers.

“Wait,” Jin Ling stammered, mustering every ounce of confidence possible. His feet felt glued in place, so he forced himself to step forward and lean in, placing the blue flower in Lan Sizhui’s hair.

They stared at each other with hearts hammering in their chests and unspoken thoughts caught in their throats until they were interrupted by Fairy whimpering and spinning between them.

Jin Ling coaxed her over to him and tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”

Fairy clamped her mouth onto his sleeve and started dragging him over to the patch of flowers. Lan Sizhui giggled at the sight and followed them. “I think she feels left out.” He knelt down in the flowers and picked several, showing them to her. “Do you want some too?”

Fairy wagged her tail and trotted over to him, sitting and waiting patiently for her fur to be decorated. Jin Ling smiled and sat with his legs crossed, then joined Lan Sizhui in peppering flowers all over Fairy’s fluffy coat.

The two disciples’ fingers brushed against each other several times but neither of them commented on it. At some point, it seemed like Jin Ling was bumping their hands together on purpose but Lan Sizhui simply smiled, gladly welcoming the fleeting touches.

Fairy, now sprouting a personal garden of flowers from her fur, panted happily between them. Both of their hands sat on top of her head and slowly inched closer together. Their eyes met and Jin Ling daringly hooked his pinky over Lan Sizhui’s, mesmerized by the bright smile that curved at the corners of his lips. Something like warm embers sparked between them with every touch.

They leaned in, gravitating towards each other like moths to a flame, nearer and nearer… until a god-awful screech echoed from somewhere further in the woods, followed by a string of maniacal cackling.

Jin Ling’s face fell flat with annoyance and Lan Sizhui broke into a fit of laughter. Fairy perked her ears up and glanced around, a few flowers falling out of her fur as her head swiveled.

“I guess that means he won,” Lan Sizhui said, chuckling at Lan Jingyi’s antics.

Jin Ling rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, holding his head high. “I’ll let him have his victory since I got my own.”

Lan Sizhui lifted his brows and studied him with interest, still unaware of what Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi were secretly competing for. Jin Ling realized what he’d said and blushed wildly, his posture stiffening.

“A-Ling?” Lan Sizhui’s smile beamed like sunlight in the shaded woods. “This was really nice. Thank you.”

Jin Ling shoved his hands into his lap and fiddled with the hem of his robes. “It’s… it’s only fair that you got to do something you like, too.”

Lan Sizhui rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. “Ah, well, hopefully I didn’t bore you too much—“

“Never,” Jin Ling blurted. “I mean…! I liked being with y—“ He sealed his lips shut and furrowed his brow, wanting nothing more than to face-plant into the dirt to keep from saying embarrassing things. Finally, he relaxed and managed a normal sentence. “We should do this again.”

“We should,” Lan Sizhui eagerly agreed, “I’d like that.”

Jin Ling exhaled, unsure if the relief he felt was from knowing Lan Sizhui wanted to spend more time with him or if it was from managing to say something that wasn’t painfully awkward.

Suddenly, Lan Sizhui rose to his feet and grinned brightly, holding both of his hands out to Jin Ling. “Shall we go congratulate the victor?”

The unexpected gesture caused Jin Ling to lean back and stare at his waiting hands in heart-pounding bewilderment. He was perfectly capable of standing up on his own but the electric buzz he’d felt when their hands touched earlier invaded his mind and flooded the sense out of his head.

He took Lan Sizhui’s hands and was helped to his feet, the same warm, exciting feeling washing over him and preventing him from letting go. Lan Sizhui didn’t seem to mind and held his hands as he would a prince—delicately and respectfully, giving him full reign over the moment.

Jin Ling reluctantly let his hands fall to his side, a shiver running up his spine as his fingers slipped from Lan Sizhui’s. They turned and walked back the way they came, Jin Ling staying as close as possible to prevent the weird pang of heartburn he felt every time they were too far apart.

“Such a hectic day,” Lan Sizhui mused. “Maybe Jingyi will share his pheasant with us.”

He’d meant it as a joke but Jin Ling took it seriously. “Pheasant doesn’t even taste that good,” he huffed, “Koi Tower’s food is much better. I’ll make sure you get a proper meal when we get back.”

Lan Sizhui grinned, his face feeling pleasantly warm. “That’s kind of you but I’ll need to take care of the plants we collected first. I’m pretty tired, so I might just sleep after that.”

Jin Ling frowned up at him. “Huh? You can’t just not eat. I’ll have food sent to your room, then. And maybe… maybe we can eat together and you can show me how to take care of the plants so you can rest while I—“

His rambling stopped when he felt Lan Sizhui’s hand slip into his. Jin Ling stared up at his handsome face that was perfectly framed by his raven hair, still decorated with the vibrant blue flower.

Lan Sizhui gently squeezed his hand and smiled. “Okay.”

It took a moment for Jin Ling to remember what he’d been talking about after short-circuiting from the combination of Lan Sizhui’s tender expression and the dreamlike feeling of holding his hand. “Um… okay as in yes, or…?”

Lan Sizhui laughed and nodded. “Okay as in yes.”

Jin Ling smiled to himself as they walked through the golden woods, now simmering in hues of burnt orange and low twilight under the setting sun.

“A-Ling,” Lan Sizhui chimed, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “How about one more competition?”

Jin Ling eyed him curiously, already skeptical that he would suggest something like that. “What kind of competition?”

“A race. First one to the forest’s edge wins. If you lose, you really do have to take a cultivation lesson with me. And don’t think I’ll go easy on you—I learned my teaching skills from Hanguang-Jun.”

The mention made Jin Ling swallow but he refused to show any apprehension. “And if I win?”

“If you win…” Lan Sizhui thought for a moment, “The choice of a prize is yours. Anything you want.”

Jin Ling stared at him with surprise. “Anything ? Including kicking Jingyi in the face?”

Lan Sizhui chuckled nervously. “Er… anything within reason, I mean.”

“How is that not reasonable after everything that happened today?” Jin Ling blew his bangs out of his face and sulked.

“Why don’t we negotiate it afterwards?” Lan Sizhui suddenly let go of Jin Ling’s hand and grinned. “Ready?”

Jin Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled, determination jetting through his veins as he waited for Lan Sizhui’s signal.

“Go!”

The two of them flew like arrows through the woods, kicking up fallen leaves as they went. At first, Jin Ling wasn’t trying very hard since odds were in his favor whether he won or not but competitiveness quickly consumed him after seeing how fast Lan Sizhui could run.

He smiled from the challenge of keeping up with him and the way Lan Sizhui frequently looked behind himself to make sure he hadn’t lost him, even though that was the point of the race.

Fairy buoyantly sprinted after them, flowers flying out of her fur in a colorful stream while laughter echoed through the woods and the flowers chased each other to the ground, landing in a caress of blue and yellow petals like love notes on Lanling’s soil.

{ 🖤 }

[piromantic]

gender rambling

this isn't about how i feel on the inside or trying to sort out any of that stuff. the older i get the less i care about applying the gender dichotomy to my own feelings or trying to describe myself within this framework that doesn't really mean anything, like i'm myself and i'm good with that

however. we live in a society.

ngl for this being the 'burnt out gifted kid transgender' website i've never actually seen any discussions about gender within competitive academic settings. i've seen some mentions of how toxic masculinity presents differently in nerd spaces, but still permeates it just as much as any other space. but it took like, so fucking long to even recognize it in my own life, let alone unravel how it affected me.

i sometimes play video games with a group of guys from my major and for the last year and a half i was The Team Carry because i had a few hundred extra hours of practice on them. they're all nearly caught up to my level now, and even though they're all the pretty typical 'woo feminism' cis men and have never said anything towards me that was weird or discriminatory, i've started to feel afraid that i'm going to be mentally demoted in their minds as soon as i lose the status of 'carry'. which is irrational, but as i started dissecting where this fear came from it started unraveling like years of my life

it sounds absolutely ridiculous when typed out, but when i'm in my own head i keep going in circles of 'am i, personally, going to lead to the downfall of feminism by not being a woman'.

because i am studying in a field where there aren't many women in general, let alone visibly queer people. things have gotten better for sure but i have literally been in a class where i was the only person who wasn't a cis man in the whole room. so i'm viewed as someone setting an example and paving the way just by existing, which feels like i'm just pulling off a giant deception on people who see me as a sign of community, which feels awful.

but also, i think i became aware of this on a subconscious level YEARS before i realized it outright. like i think about this reaction i have to video games and it takes me all the way back to fourth grade, when i realized that girls were never going to accept me, but if i was mean and smart and loud about it, boys might. so i got really into the Act Of Appearing Smart, which manifested as just being... ridiculously competitive. oh i know more digits of pi than you. oh i can recite more of the periodic table faster than you. oh i can do integrals in my head faster than you. etc etc ad infinitum

when i think back, so much of my life was spent trying to like, win scraps of gender euphoria through 'proving' myself in the academic system. and like. ???? playing the misogyny game is still misogyny. i look back and wonder whether i had a missed opportunity to make these spaces better if i had just pushed back on them a bit more, and whether i was just perpetuating them by being like 'hey guys, no need to stop the toxic masculinity! i'm a girl, and i can succeed in here, so girls who don't succeed just aren't trying hard enough!'

or, put slightly differently: was i just perpetuating the idea that the only way to succeed in these systems was to be masculine.

over time i found that the way boys (and men, now) signify that i've succeeded is to allow me to be in their spaces. guys will tell me about the girls they find hot, forgetting that it's not socially acceptable for me to agree. guys will drop the use of female pronouns when i'm in the group, slotting me under 'boys' or 'king' like the rest of their friends instead of making exceptions. and it's like. if i was a woman i wouldn't let this happen, and i know they would respect that.

BUT I'M NOT A WOMAN. and these things are affirming, but i feel terrible for finding affirmation in them, because they weren't meant that way.

(and i can hear my mother's voice in my head like 'you're not trans, you just want male privilege', and no, i really don't think that's it. i had a friend that used to say misogynistic shit to be edgy when we were in like, elementary-middle school, and i always shut that down immediately. but it never felt like i was defending myself as part of that group. i've just always felt a bit of distance there)

i guess the issue i've been trying to articulate is that things are fine on the surface, but the context for them isn't. if people were treating me the exact same way because i came out to them, i wouldn't feel bad. but i'm a coward and i hate coming out because it usually goes badly for me, and i'd also feel bad about coming out in my area of study specifically because i'm already in the minority right now. (and i don't think it would go over very well, despite diversity trainings and whatever getting more popular.) like i don't want to be the SINGLE they/them in my entire department. that's too much stress for me.

and i have this fear that it would just come across as becoming a stereotype, or being misogynistic. like ohhhh you think you're a man because women can't do math or something. <- insane thing to worry about

idk i need to stop stalling and finish my conference presentation already. if you read this far idk why you would but thanks for making it through all that

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Good Omens s2: criticisms

Look, folks, I thoroughly enjoyed S2 and am not implying that the whole thing is bad or that it doesn't deserve a third season, I'm just an old-school nerd who believes it's possible to criticize and find fault with something you love. So, spoilers ahead.

My biggest problem remains the Gabriel/Beelzebub story. It doesn't make sense within the context of what we know of the characters. I just can't wrap my head around sanctimonious, rules-obsessed Gabriel falling so hard and so fast for Beelzebub. And that Beelzebub would feel the same way. It took millennia for Aziraphale and Crowley to reach a point where "love" was even a question, never mind deciding on an answer. I'm sorry, but you can't speed run a slow burn.

Sure, you can wave your hand and talk about how "sometimes it just happens like that" but that doesn't feel like it should apply to these two.

If we'd seen more evidence of it being something that has gone on for millennia as the two of them are forced into communication over and over again due to "bureaucratic reasons" it might work a little better. As it is, though, it just feels false. About the only way I can think of to resolve it is to have the two of them pop in again during a pivotal catastrophic moment in S3 and reveal that, surprise! They were never in love (ew) and it was all part of Someone's plan to get them out of the picture so they could work on creating something to stop Armageddon 2 without anyone being the wiser. But I don't think that's what's going to happen. I think we're meant to believe they really did fall in love.

It felt very cliché, and without any of the clever twists or lampshading I'd have expected. It does, however, do a good job of showing what could be possible if angels and demons set aside their differences to work together (and maybe even grow closer). And yes, as a sped-up reflection of Aziraphale and Crowley's own relationship, the parallels are pretty clear. Except for the bit where we actually saw how A&C worked together and influenced each other into becoming better entities, and with G&B we just have to take it, ha, on faith.

Where G&B's relationship was bizarre, the stuff between Maggie & Nina was... uncomfortable. They are, again, a watered-down reflection of Aziraphale & Crowley (more on that in a sec), but this time with the added interference of A&C trying to interfere to make them happen as a couple.

Nina herself called them out on that manipulative bullshit, and she was very right. You can't force people to be together, even if they would be a good match and like each other.

I'm also going to put a big red X next to Neil's name if he was, in fact, responsible for implementing one of my most-loathed clichés: giving a character an absolute dick of a partner in order to A) keep the preferred pair from getting together and B) showing how much better the potential partner is in comparison to the absolute dick. It's bad storytelling. More than that, it does a disservice to Maggie. If she is, as we're meant to believe, a genuinely good person and someone who would be a kind and caring match for Nina, then that should be enough. If you have to compare her to someone else to prove how much better she is then you're lacking confidence in the character.

To circle back to our human duo being a reflection of our ineffable ones, I find it a little weird to see Aziraphale & Crowley's relationship become a focus that's reflected in so many unsubtle ways. That isn't, to me, what Good Omens is supposed to be about. Their complicated (and yet simple) relationship is supposed to be background noise, in much the same way as they themselves are meant to be background characters who are simply bumbling around the main plot. I'm not sure I can properly express why it bothers me beyond that. It just does.

I'm also going to say the most wildly unpopular thing I could possibly say about the second season: I didn't like the kiss. I'm SORRY. I know how important and validating it was for 99% of the audience. I know how many people pumped their fists and cheered. And I 100% understand Crowley's utter desperation in doing it and Aziraphale's "I forgive you" auto-response. I'm not in any way trying to piss on anyone's enjoyment of it. I remember what a huge and hate-fueled debacle it was when the last season ended without any formal physical declarations of love. I just... was a tiny bit disappointed.

One of the things I loved most about Aziraphale & Crowley's relationship was that there was no physical intimacy. In a world where we're constantly inundated in every form of media (and advertising, and politics, and so on) that sex/physical romance is the ONLY way to prove you love someone, it was such a profound relief to see one example where that wasn't true. I know I'm in the extreme minority in my preferences, and I wouldn't expect the show to cater to my individual needs at the expense of a broader, more socially-acceptable message, I'm just sorry to have lost that.

Anyway, it was a bit of a thematically weird season, but there was still a lot to love and I hope we get to see how things turn out in season 3.