#why are we going through this door? uhh cuz it’s here

[helimir]

This sequence of episodes (Vergesson heist and its aftermath) are also a testament to the sheer determination of the mighty nein, both in the narrative and on a meta level.

When Trent shows up in Vergesson, Matt makes it clear that Ikithon wants to talk. He makes no actual attack on the PCs, and Matt openly expresses surprise when Caleb starts immediately casting offensive spells. They very easily could have been caught there, they only make it out because of Caleb’s nat 20 counterspell.

Then again in Nicodranas, Trent just wants to talk! He’s just curious! And he backs them into a corner that there really should be no way out of… but then they come up with a way. A crazy genius way that Matt could not have predicted.

In a situation where it would have been so easy to let the DM’s expectations combined with the mechanics of the situation guide them into a particular course of action… the mighty nein said ‘fuck that, it’s bad, we’re running’.

Ikithon’s manipulation and Matt’s signaling that a conversation is a viable story path is no match for Caleb’s abject fear and the Mighty Nein’s ride or die attitude. Caleb really said ‘this is the scariest man in the world and I’ll burn down anything including myself before I let him touch your families’ and the Mighty Nein said ‘we’re with you.’ This is the same party that walked across the continent to save part of their family, and it shows.

[doitforbangchan]

Deity - H.H

Masterlist

Hyunjin x reader (afab)

Summary: You wanted to worship your boyfriend for his birthday, but it seems like he had other plans...

Requested by my dear friend @jehhskz who asked for birthday Jinnie :)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, grinding, kissing, blindfolds, drinking (mentioned), lingerie, cursing, pet names, Hyunjin being a literal poet. Not proof read :)

WC:2.8k

“Is this really necessary? At this point it’s kind of a dead giveaway, my love.” 

“Yes, it’s necessary!” You huffed, as you tugged the blindfold over Hyunjins eyes, fixing his hair as you did so. “ Don’t act all smart with me! Just cuz it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you know everything.” You both were just coming back from a dinner with his family, they elected to take him out to celebrate his 24th birthday.

He laughed at your teasing words, “So when we walk in, it’s not going to be a surprise party?” 

”...... I cannot confirm nor deny any such accusations.” 

 You paused as you stuck the key in the door to your home, knowing the surprise was ruined. Well, one of them anyway.

“Just a heads up before we go in, don’t lose that blindfold.” 

“Huh?” 

You ignored his inquiry and opened the door, leading him inside and shutting the door. You held up three fingers, then two, and one. “Take it off, baby.” 

Hyunjin ripped the blindfold off and was bombarded with a loud “SURPRISE HYUNJIN!”. He looked like a child with the way he was grinning from ear to ear, clapping in excitement at seeing all of his friends in one place. 

The apartment was decorated floor to ceiling in streamers and banners of all colors. There was  even a cardboard cut out of him and placed near a makeshift photo booth in the corner. Clearly a lot of work had gone into this party. 

You took Hyunjins coat from his shoulders as he was pulled further into the home by Felix who immediately took him to get a drink. You watched as he mingled and laughed with his friends and loved ones. He had been working so hard lately and deserved to have some good genuine fun. 

It was hours later, and most of the people at the party had left already. The only ones left in your living room other than you and Hyunjin were Han and Felix. Both the boys were drunk out of their minds. Felix was giggling to himself as rolled on the ground, and Jisung was laid on the couch cuddling with the cardboard Hyunjin, already asleep with drool seeping out of his mouth. 

Hyunjin only had one drink during the party so he wasn’t drunk, having let the first drink fade away over the course of the night. You entered the room carrying blankets for the two drunk boys. There was no way they could make it home in this state and neither of you had a problem with them staying over. 

“Here you are, guys. Blankets and pillows.” You handed some to Felix and went to give some to Jisung but instead just draped a blanket over his form. “Uhh I guess I’ll set this here for him if he wakes up.” 

Felix yawned as he curled his small body into the blankets right there on the floor. “Nighty night.” 

Hyunjin ruffled his hair in passing, chuckling “ night Lix.” 

Hyunjin followed you down the hall into your shared bedroom, you were sitting on the bed as he closed the door. You had sultry eyes, eyeing him up and down as he stepped into the room. “Come er’ baby.” You curled your finger, drawing him closer. He humored you with a smirk as he came closer to you until he was right in front of you. You stood up as you gave him a gentle kiss. “Did you enjoy your party, Jinnie?” 

“It was great, my love. The perfect way to end my birthday.” He smiled as he gave you another kiss, using his hand to tilt your face back. 

“Mmm your birthday isn’t quite over yet though. I still haven't given you my present.” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He bit his lip, eyes glimmering “Oh yeah sweet thing?” 

“Mmhmm” you leaned on your toes and got close to his ear. “Now why don’t you be a good birthday boy and sit down on the bed for me.” 

He raised his brows at your dominance and smirked in amusement, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Whatever you say boss lady.” He gestured for you to continue. 

You gathered your nerves, trying not to let him see just how shy you were. With a deep breath you locked eyes with him, having a mini staring contest before you slipped your dress down your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

“Fuck, my love.” He let out a groan at the sight of you in the sheer black lingerie you wore under your dress. It was a bra and panty combo, coming with garters that hugged your thighs and hips perfectly. There were darker black flowers in the lace, almost as if to give off a more innocent look. Though to him, it was absolutely sinful. 

You tutted when he reached out for you, backing away a few feet. “Nuh uh. No touching, yet.” 

He whined and jutted out his signature pouty lip, “But it’s my birthday you can’t be mean to me!” 

“I think I’m being anything but mean to you, Jinnie” you were giggling as you said it. “If you listen, it’ll make your present even better.” He let out a ‘hmph’ with his pout, but nodded his head anyway. “Still got that blindfold?” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the fabric blindfold. You took it from his hands, “Perfect, thank you very much. Now I want you to take your clothes off.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, “someones bossy today” even with his snark he complied, unbuttoning his shirt slowly while his dark eyes maintained contact with you. When it was fully unbuttoned he let it slide off his shoulders, giving you a view of his toned torso. Even though your boyfriend was on the skinnier side, he still had a good amount of muscle. Enough to toss you around at his leisure, at least. 

Hyunjin watched as you bit your lip when his pants were the next thing to go, noticing how you were unable to stop your eyes from flickering to the bulge in his underwear. He loved how much you admired his body. It made him proud of the work he had been putting into it. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He had a smug grin as he tugged his underwear off next, showing off his hardening cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen it- felt it inside you- it was still the most mouth watering sight to you.

“Pictures are your thing, Jinnie. My thing is telling you to lay down on the bed.” You pointed to the top of the bed with your pillows, and gave him a ‘get to it’ hand wave. 

He shook with laughter as he scooted back on the bed. You had never even attempted to dom him before in the bedroom so it was unsurprising that he didn’t take you very seriously. Though, you were grateful he was at least following your directions. 

Watching you tell him what to do, while you looked like a goddess, was the ultimate birthday gift. You were already the most radiant and beautiful woman he had ever seen but wearing this set, you could ask him to do literally anything and he would do it with a smile.  Or maybe, almost anything.

You licked your bottom lip lightly and seductively made your way to the side of the best towards Hyunjin. The sway of your hips and the fire behind your fluttering stare made his mouth water. He was a man who eats with his eyes, afterall. “You’re the most alluring being on this planet, you know that? God, looking at you is having my cake and eating it too.I’ll never tire of looking at you, lover.” 

When you gracefully approached him you leaned your face down real close to his ear, letting your breath hit the skin, and with a quiet amusement to your voice you whispered, “Put this on, lover.”

“What?” 

He glanced down to your hand that was holding out the blindfold for him to take. Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief, his world suddenly crashing down. 

“Are you being for real right now?” He gave you an incredulous eyebrow raise. 

You hummed, “the realest. Put it on for me, Jinnie.” you batted your lashes at him and jutted out your lip. “Or do I have to do it for you?” 

A low rumble came from his throat, the sex appeal of you compelling him to listen despite his inner turmoil screaming at him to not take his eyes off you. Hyunjin gently snatched the blindfold from you and he slipped it over his head, after giving you one more glance over as if to memorize your visage. 

You hummed your appreciation as you leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss to his pout. He chased your lips as you pulled away, reaching for you but you backed up too far for him to reach. “Darling, come on.” 

You stayed silent as you walked around to the other side of the bed, keeping your footsteps undetectable. This was exhilarating for you. You guys had a discussion a few months ago about maybe trying blindfolds, but it was assumed he would use them on you. What a twist to use it on him first. 

“Love? Where did you g-oh!” You surprised him when you appeared on the opposite side of him and suddenly sat on his lap, straddling his hips just above his member. 

“M’ right here Jinnie.” You raked your nails over his chest and collar bones. His skin turned red as you drew the lines, causing him to hiss quietly. You ran your tongue over the leftover marks, soothing the flesh. He sighed and put his hand on your hip but you smacked it away quickly. “I said no touching, Jinnie.” 

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” 

You scooted back on him just a little, until you were grinding your hips on his length. Your panties were crotchless so he could tell just how wet you were for him, feeling the glide of your folds over his hardness. You whimpered when the head nudged into your clit. 

He grunted at your sound, able to keenly hear every little sound that escaped you; the blindfold may have blocked his sight but it definitely heightened his other senses. His whole body felt like it was alight, skin pin prickly and tingly as you peppered wet kisses and tongue drags across his collarbones and you grind against him. 

“My love, please, have mercy. Please put it in, you know I can make you feel so good.” He was panting, hands still at his side as he gripped the sheets. 

You hummed, pretending to think about it, “I don’t know, Jinnie. You’re already making me feel so good.” 

“But you know having my cock in you could make you feel even better. You love it when I'm inside, hitting your sweet spot that turns you into putty in my hands.” He was trying to seduce you through his whimpers, attempting to make you see reason. 

“I’m the one who’s trying to make you putty in my hands, baby. It’s your birthday after all.” 

“You’re right it is my birthday.” He panted, licking his lips. “And do you know what I want as my final birthday wish?”

“Do tell.” You moaned when he hit your clit again. 

“I just want to worship you, like the masterpiece you are. Please my goddess, let me leave a sacred prayer at the altar between your thighs.”

Well, who were you to deny him when he spoke poetry like that? 

“Ok, Jinnie. You can do whatever you want to me.” The words barely escaped your lips before his hands were on you. It was like a switch flipped in him as he went from this whimpering boy under you to a growling man, using his strength to flip you over so you were the one on your back. 

You gasped at the sudden display of dominance, watching him rip the blindfold of his eyes. His pupils had grown twice as big in lust and he looked ravenous as he got reacquainted with your special outfit. 

“My love, tomorrow I am absolutely painting you while you wear this for me. Gonna hang it in the entry way for all to see. I need to be in you. You’ve teased me long enough.” He ran the tip of his member into your core, collecting even more nectar from you, before her gently pushed in. “Fuck, so tight for me.”

“Ngghh Jinnie!” You squealed as he entered you. He always filled you perfectly, hitting your g spot on the first thrust everytime. It’s moments like this you forget why you would ever deny him (and yourself) this pleasure. 

“My goddess, my own personal aphrodite. Always so pliant and warm and ripe for the taking.” Hyunjin always got mushy when he was buried inside of you, as if possessed by a long dead shakespearean poet whose only job in the afterlife is to make you drunk on his words. “ You truly are the greatest creation in all of the universe. My lover, my deity.” 

“Fuck Jinnie, m’ all for you.” You cried out as he began to drill into you, going from letting you adjust straight into hard rutting. You were so warm, your walls enveloping him and begging to hold him hostage. 

He was moaning into your mouth, biting on your lips and trying to get as close to you as possible. One of his hands was on your thigh and the other was slithering its way up to your chest. His long fingers found your nipple through the fabric of your bra and gave it a sensual pinch, not too hard, only enough to stimulate you further. 

“My goddess is so good to me, making my special day so perfect. What a blessing you have given me.” He grunted the words as his thrusting increased, feeling his high coming quickly after all the tension and buildup. “Need you to bless me one more time. Need you to give me your nectar, please baby.” 

“Oh my fucking god, Jinnie.” You moaned loudly when the hand that was on your thigh suddenly found the puffy bundle between your legs. You were already so stimulated from his words and thrusts, that the harsh circles he drew on your clit was all you needed. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as you came. “M’ cumming, fuck” 

“Mmmm give it to me. Give me my last present, sweet girl.” He felt you clench on him as you shook from pleasure. “Nggggggggh ohmygod you’re squeezing me so tight, love.” His rutting got even more intense, and his drooling lips captured your own. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting your mouth and growling into you. When you bit his tongue he suddenly lost control, and came with a loud groan against you. 

His hips were bucking wildly as he chased his high, tears gathering on his lash line and hands gripping your body harshly. You could feel him spilling into you, the intense heat he always created being comforting and making you shiver. He ran his lips all over your face as he came down, just laying on you until his dick became too overstimulated and he had to remove himself from within you. 

When Hyunjin pulled back from you, he had a tear rolling down his face. You reached up with a worried coo and wiped it away. “Are you ok, my love? Was it too much?” 

He shook his head, “I’m ok. I just love you, so much. This has been a perfect birthday.” He sniffled as he fell into the spot next to you, pulling you into him. 

“I love you too, Jinnie. You deserve the world. If I can give it to you for at least one day, then I’ll have done my job as your girlfriend. Happy birthday.” You snuggled into him, kissing his chest. 

“You’re more than my girlfriend.” You hummed in puzzlement. “You're my goddess.”

The next morning when you both walked out of your room you found Felix and Jisung sat at your kitchen table, drinking coffee. With how drunk they were last night it was a surprise they weren’t still asleep.

“Morning, boys.” You yawned and waved. 

They both looked at you with an evil glint in their eyes. 

“UHHH OH MY GOD JINNIE.” Jisung faked moaning dramatically in a high pitched voice. 

“NNNGG SO TIGHT, MY GODDESS FUCK” Felix imitated Hyunjn, lowering his tone and groaning. 

They both burst into laughter at the horrified look on both of your faces. 

“I thought you fuckers were dead asleep!” Hyunjin squeaked, his face red with embarrassment. You just buried your face in your hands and turned around going back to your room, the deafening laughter and teasing making you shake your head. Coffee could wait until they’ve calmed down or left. This is what you get for being a benevolent deity and letting them stay over. 

A/N: I hope Hyunjin has the happiest of birthdays ever :) And that he never ever reads this -.-

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Lemme know what yall think I thrive off of feedback

Tagged- @ayejaii

©doitforbangchan

[marksbear]

Hear me out...Bubba Sawyer :0

Can I request Bubba Sawyer with a Male S/O who is very flirtatious and likes to tease him (Only in private cuz I'm sure his brother won't be happy).

if you accept NSFW Can I request bellybulge with Bubba Sawyer with a DomMale S/O who has a huge package

If you saw my last post I did do what I was thinking. I had so much more than this but sadly the app refreshed and I lost everything. 😭

I’ll probably write a few head canon for the other request in a minute.

BUBBA SAWYER X FLIRTY DOM MALE READER

*Knock* *Knock*

"I got it!" A voice shouts from inside the sawyer home.

The oldest Sawyer opens the front door already expecting the worst, but relaxes once he realizes it's his only neighbor around here Y/n.

"Y/n. Why did you come over here this late?" Drayton asks looking up at the taller man. "Uhh, ain't really no reason. My old told me to come help y'all out with dinner." Y/n says lying clearing knowing full and well he just wanted to see his boyfriend.

Before Drayton could respond Y/n beats him to it. "And yes i'll pitch in with the food." Once those words fall out of Y/n's mouth Drayton smirks.

"Well then, why you ain't say that in the first place?" Drayton says stepping to the side inviting Y/n in.

Y/n looks around the house noticing theres a few bloody hand prints on the walls, but nothing has changed since last time he's been here. "Since your here might as well make yourself useful, go help Bubba skin the meat." Drayton mumbles out before going to look for the other missing Sawyer.

Y/n hurries off into the house going into where Bubba is usually. Luckily enough Bubba already saw Y/n through the window and already was giddy and excited. He even got prettied up for him doing his makeup and fixing his hair a bit.

As soon Y/n steps into Bubba was jumping up and down in the ear moaning out sounds that sound close to "Y/n." Bubba quickly forgets about the current victim that's screaming their heads off on the meat hook. Bubba moves over to Y/n cupping his face in his heads jumping up and down.

"I missed you to baby." Y/n says with a giggle before wrapping his arms around Bubba's hips. "You even did your makeup, awww~ how cute! Are you planning to kiss me with those pretty lips." Y/n says pointing out his boyfriend's makeup and his lips that were covered in lipstick. Bubba squeals in happiness before giving Y/n a wet kiss. Y/n instantly melts into the kiss not caring the slightest as Bubba licks his lips as they kiss.

Y/n moves Bubba against the bloody table that currently has a half chopped up body laying on it.

Bubba insistently spreads his legs opening as he leans against the table letting Y/n stand in the middle of them. Y/n pulls away from the heated makeout with a smirk on his face.

lipstick smeared all over Y/n’s lips

"Not right now Bub~ We don't want your brothers walking in on us like almost last time." Y/n says moving away from Bubba and walking to the victim.

Bubba whines after recalling the embarrassing memory. It was Nubbins who almost saw them making out, but Y/n was quick to play it off and Nubbins easily fell for the lie.

Bubba pushes himself off the table walking behind Y/n whining moans falling from his lips. "No baby~ We'll continue later I promise." Y/n says moving his hand on Bubba's cheek caressing it with his thumb with a smile. "Can you wait until after dinner alright? Can you do that for me?" Y/n asks. Bubba reluctantly nods his hand yes in Y/n's hand.

"Good boy~" Y/n says giving Bubba a quick kiss on the forehead before turning back to the victim. "Wow... Such a pretty girl you found Bub! How about you take her face and wear it to our date next week huh?" Y/n suggested as the girl screams at them both.

"Lets get to work now shall we?" Y/n says getting a nearby butcher knife off the counter.

TIMESKIP

"I didn't know Y/n was here!" Nubbins says with a shout smiling ear to ear as he watches Y/n carefully cut the previous victim who was on the meat hook earlier.

“Shhhhh! Your gonna make me mess up.” Y/n says knowing that he won’t what he said seriously. Nubbins just rolls his eyes and begin to rant about how hard it was to find the victims in the middle of nowhere and etc.

Bubba actively listened as Y/n tune him out once in a while to focus on what he was doing but none of the less listened.

“But anyways are you staying for dinner!? Really that’s great!” Nubbins asks but doesn’t give Y/n a second to even answer.

Nubbins leaves the room in a hurry to do whatever that he does leaving the two lovers in the room by themselves.

“You think he saw the lipstick?” Y/n questions referring to the lipstick that was smeared all over his lips and chin.

Bubba only squeals in happiness kissing Y/n on the cheek with the lipstick smearing onto it.

Y/n only laughs and smiles at his boyfriends reaction before kissing him. The small innocent kiss quickly becomes heated as the two boyfriends get closer and closer with each other.

Y/n drops the knife down moving his hands on either side of Bubba’s waist pulling him in.

Y/n pulls away from the kiss to only kiss and suck on the exposed skin Bubba showed on his neck. Bubba moaned out noises of pleasure as he pressed his hard clothed cock into Y/n’s crotch.

And once Bubba finally thinks that he can finally have sex with Y/n he pulls away moving away from Bubba, but decides to keep his hand on his crotch.

Y/n begins to palm Bubba through his pants teasing him and his cock.

“Tsk, tsk tsk… How many times do I gotta tell you that we have to wait baby? We gotta wait after dinner Bubba.” Y/n says rubbing him.

Bubba whines and pouts feeling his hard cock ache.

“I know baby, but we gotta wait.” Y/n says in a whisper tone.

“I know that I’m teasing you~ I just want you to wait and have self control. Like I’m teaching you.” Y/n teases palming him faster.

Bubba breathes out moans of pleasure, but suddenly it turns into needy whines and moans. Y/n pulls his hand away and turns back around looking at the victim.

Bubba kisses and licks the side of Y/n’s face as he grind his body into his.

Suddenly there’s a shout calling Y/n’s name. Y/n shouts “Coming!” Before turning around giving Bubba a passionate kiss before leaving the room.

Bubba only pouts and whimpers looking down at his hard bulge.

THE END

[punsmaster69]

31/OCT/20XX

"Uhh.. Papyrus?"

"YES?"

"Why are you in full costume already? Trick-or-treating doesn't start for another two hours."

"BECAUSE!!"

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS PREPARED!.. AND,"

"..IT DIDN'T TAKE AS LONG TO PUT ON AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD."

"Well, you look absolutely GORGEOUS, if I do say so myself."

mettaton looked over papyrus' outfit.

"Maybe you should do an all-pink rebrand! It really works on you."

"I don't need TWO of you running around!! One is enough!"

"... You're right, Undyne."

"There is only one one person that can be as fabulous as I, and that's ME!"

"More like as ANNOYING as you!"

papyrus' costume of mettaton was a faithful recreation of his (non-rectangular) form.

and mettaton's... a very pink papyrus.

pink scarf, pink boots (now with heels), pink gloves..

but, other than the palette change, was actually pretty accurate.

——

alphys helped undyne finish tying up her hair into two ponytails.

mettaton completed the cat makeup on frisk's face.

tori put on her witch hat, and looked really pr

cool.

she adjusted the leaves of my pumpkin ensemble.

"There we go! A perfect little pumpkin."

wheels squeaked beside me.

"A WAGON TO CARRY IT IN!"

"..the whole time?"

"PREFERABLY."

"...ok."

"Has everyone got their baskets?"

they all raised their baskets.

"Then, I think we are ready!"

so out the door and to the streets we went.

undyne lead the charge, alphys and mettaton not far behind.

papyrus, who would normally be in the front with undyne, lagged farther back this time, next to toriel.

tori drug the wagon i was in.

frisk hung out alongside me, flowey in arms.

——

a look at me, a look at flowey.

at me, at flowey.

at me..

"Here. Take this."

"ok."

"WH-"

"NO! I don't agree to this!!"

"Sorry man, but I either carry your candy bucket or I carry you."

"Both is getting kinda heavy."

"...Fine, hand me to that idiot instead! Just don't let him have my candy!!"

"not gonna eat it, y'know."

"Like I'm gonna believe that for a second!"

i swapped them his bucket for the flower himself.

"ok. whatever you say."

——

"Why couldn't Papyrus carry me instead, like last year?"

"want him to have 𝗳𝘂𝗻."

"....."

"I'm fun."

"fun if you like shouting matches."

"You just annoy me all the time! I talk quiet, too."

"really?"

"maybe you should show me how quiet you can be."

"for the rest of the night."

"NO!!!!!"

"worth a shot."

"Besides, I'll have you know that Papyrus DOES like shouting matches!"

"Papyrus yells all the time!"

"........"

"He's been quieter though, lately."

"....."

"..Ha. What? You think you're the cause of it or something? Don't get ahead of yourself!"

papyrus snuck a look back at me like he has been all night. clearly surprised to see me and flowey looking at him as well, he gave a small wave.

"........"

"i wish i wasn't, same as you."

"Everyone just needs to stop caring so much. It'd make everything a billion times easier!"

"agreed."

frisk gave us a funny look.

"What's even the point, if you don't care?"

"I 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 care."

"easier to get through stuff."

"That's dumb."

"How?"

"The point of life is caring about things."

"Well MY life is just fine without caring, thank you very much."

"Really?"

they took a candy from flowey's bucket and handed it to me.

"WHAT are you DOING?!"

"Give me that!"

"You sure do seem to care now."

"W-"

"Whatever! Just give that back!!"

he shouted, snatching his candy from my hand.

——

"Flower cat."

"Cat flower."

"Tiny cat.."

"...Pet the kitty."

flowey hissed at frisk's approaching hand.

"wow. you really 𝗮𝗿𝗲 like a cat."

"Shut up, gordo!"

"...What are you two laughing at?!"

"nice one."

"What?"

"gourd-o."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵??"

" 'Cuz pumpkin."

"….........."

"You know what'd be REAL funny?"

"If I carved you, and turned you into-"

toriel glanced over her shoulder at flowey and i, and he wiped the evil grin off his face immediately.

"Golly! I'm having SO much fun trick-or-treating with everyone."

("He's having SO much fun!")

frisk whispered, repeating flowey in a mocking tone.

he gave me and frisk the stink eye as soon as tori looked away.

....

we're getting along.

——

"..somethin' wrong, undyne? what's all the brow furrowing for?"

"Why are so many humans going as skeletons??"

"BECAUSE WE SKELETONS ARE COOL!"

"But why NAKED ones?!"

"THAT... I DON'T KNOW."

"FRISK, WHY DO HUMANS DRESS UP AS NAKED SKELETONS?"

"Dunno. Maybe the thought is if you remove the flesh, the clothes come with it..?"

"BUT WE WEAR CLOTHES, TOO!!"

"i'm sure there's some skeleton nudists."

"I GUESS.."

——

"Isn't it kinda weird for a human to dress up as a skeleton, anyway? I mean, they ALREADY have skeletons INSIDE their bodies!!"

"THEY'RE SIMPLY HONORING THEIR ANCESTORS!"

"Ancestors?"

"HUMANS DESCENDED FROM SKELETONS, RIGHT?"

"....."

"Frisk, did humans descend from skeletons?"

"Uhhhh.."

"Probably."

"SEE?"

"Huh."

"Doesn't that make you guys, like, super old..?"

"NO!! IT DOES NOT!!!"

"nearing a millennium in age, myself."

"ANCESTORS DOESN'T MEAN 𝗪𝗘'𝗥𝗘 THE OLD ONES."

"IT'S GENERATIONAL, OR SOMETHING. LIKE.. IF YOU WERE TO GO BACK TO THE PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS A COUPLE TIMES, YOU'D PROBABLY FIND THE ORIGINAL SKELETON."

"You guys don't even have parents, though??"

"And where did the original skeleton evolve from-"

frisk interrupted.

"Stop. My brain hurts."

"AGREED."

——

grillby was handing out candy too, so of course we stopped by.

after everyone got their candy, i wanted to hang back and chat with him for a bit.

"THEN I'LL HANG BACK AS WELL."

"Grillby will keep an eye on him, Papyrus."

"i'm in good hands with grillbs."

grillby did a thumbs-up.

"..ALRIGHT. JUST DON'T BE TOO LONG."

"i'll catch right up."

——

"you really did up the joint. looks good."

"......."

"...?"

"yeah, i know i don't normally dress up."

"but.. couldn't really say no to tori."

"......"

"he's doing well."

"....?"

"oh, that."

"i.. had some health stuff going on. it's kinda put him on edge."

"i'm ok though."

"......"

"tori..?"

"......?"

"n-no. not dating."

"...?"

"no 'yet'. not at all."

"....."

"not you, too.."

"......"

"a new face?"

"..i always look the same, grillbs."

"...."

"........."

"you're the first to not pry."

"....."

"you can't 'see it from my face anyway', i'm totally poker-faced."

"......"

"pffft."

"ok mr. dealer man, go ahead."

"........"

"wow. you need to get a new job, 'cuz you're reading these cards wrong."

"...."

"..enough about me, anyway. how's everything been with you?"

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

"sounds good."

"i'll come try it sometime."

"......"

"they've been missing me that bad, huh?"

"...."

"maybe. been busy, you know?"

"....."

"..only slightly related to her."

"...?"

"i'd rather not talk about it tonight."

"........"

"sure. when i come by again, i'll tell you about everything."

"..."

"......"

"..you're probably right."

"seeya grillbs. happy halloween."

"......."

".....happy halloween."

——

"I take it you had a lot of catching up to do with Grillby, then?"

flowey looked incredulous.

"How?!"

"how what?"

"He doesn't SAY anything!"

frisk interjected proudly.

"Grillby said something to me once!"

"What did he say??"

"He said, 'thanks'."

"Basically NOTHING still!"

"you just have to learn his way of communicating."

"HE'S QUITE AN INTERESTING GUY WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HIM!"

"You too?!"

looking between me and papyrus, frisk seemed confused.

"Is there some kind of secret fire-to-skeleton communication system?"

"NO...? I DON'T THINK SO."

"Then why are you two the only ones able to understand him all the time??"

papyrus shrugged, so frisk looked to me.

i also shrugged.

"Sans, will you get back in the wagon already?!"

"Let's GO, punks!!! We've still got some trick-or-treating to do!!"

——

as much as tori wanted to just walk past asgore's place, he was giving out full-sized candy bars.

she refused to set foot on even just the pathway leading to his (semi-decorated) house.

"what did ol' fluffybuns do, anyway?"

"...Let's just say that there is a reason I left that cretin long ago."

.........

the whole

'sharing a last name but not being related' thing..

makes a lot more sense now.

definitely.. should have pieced that together sooner.

never really thought about who the ex-queen actually was, i guess.

........

sorry, asgore.

——

"Last ones of the night! Let's make 'em count!!"

"ok. start with one, then go to two.."

"NOT LIKE THAT!"

"..FRISK? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"Tired of walking.."

"WE'RE ALMOST DONE!"

"you can get in the wagon instead if you want."

"NO! YOU NEED TO BE THERE, WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, SINCE YOU WON'T LET ME CARRY YOU."

"I COULD CARRY 𝗬𝗢𝗨 THE REST OF THE WAY INSTEAD, FRISK?"

"I-I'm good..."

"Why is it always Papyrus offering to carry people?! I could lift all of you nerds at ONCE! Let me carry someone!!"

"Sans, come here!"

"NO?!"

"Why not?? I'm super safe!"

"SAFE, IN TERMS OF OUTSIDE FORCES, BUT YOUR METHODS ARE A BIT..."

"U-UNSAFE."

"Frisk, can I-"

"Let us all just.. walk. We are nearly done, are we not?"

——

"...Why do you keep wincing?"

"wincing how?"

"Like you're in pain or something."

"dunno what you're talking about."

"You keep doing it! I SAW it!!"

"you're just hallucinating things, i think."

"....."

"Fine, whatever. Suffer. See if I care."

——

as soon as we got to our house, frisk threw off their costume onesie and laid face-down on the floor.

"exhausted, kiddo?"

i laid down on the floor beside them.

"yeah, me too."

flowey paused mid candy-bar opening.

"You didn't even WALK."

"How are YOU tired??"

"hey, being a pumpkin's real hard work."

"HOW-"

"Whatever. I have candy, and you don't, therefore I don't care."

"ok."

"And it's SOOO tasty."

"cool."

"And you don't get ANY!!"

"ok."

he looked irritated by my lack of interesting responses. instead of continuing to fight, flowey resumed digging into his candy.

picking out the chocolates first, he definitely has a favorite.

i'll keep that in mind.

for the next time i wanna shut him up, you know.

——

"AND SO, THE FABULOUS METTA-RUS DISSAPEARS.. AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS RETURNS!"

"welcome back."

"HELLO. WHY ARE YOU TWO ON THE FLOOR?"

"AND WHY HAVEN'T YOU CHANGED OUT OF YOUR COSTUME YET?!"

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR, AT LEAST GO PUT ON NORMAL CLOTHES."

tori peeked out from the open bathroom, where everyone who wore makeup was removing it now.

"Aww. I will miss my little pumpkin.."

"Will I see him again next year?"

"wouldn't count on it."

"Then will it be someone else I see?"

"maybe. probably just some lazy skeleton, though."

"Ah, a favorite of mine!"

"Sorry to interrupt your little thing here, Toriel-darling.."

"Unless you're going for a bold two-faced look, you might want to come wipe the rest of that eyeshadow off."

"..Right."

"....."

flowey glared at me for the i've-lost-counth time.

"A 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 favorite of 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

frisk lazily swung their hand at flowey's face without looking.

something reminiscent of a "shut up, dude" came muffled from the area of floor their face was planted onto.

he slapped their hand away with a vine and rolled his eyes.

——

undyne sat, back on the floor, with these.. carbonated sugar-rock things (surface candy is weird) popping in her mouth.

"I feel like one of those fancy fountains."

"HERE, TRY THE BLUE ONES!"

papyrus already gave his to undyne, since these things are saliva activated, therefore they don't really work for skeletons.

"WOWIE!! IT REALLY MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE ONE!!!"

frisk stared, with a weird look on their face.

"...Lemme try that."

"It IS like a fountain!!"

"Right?!"

"In all my years of dumb-assery.."

"I can't believe I never thought of doing THIS."

"whoa. do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Do YOU kiss my mother with that mouth?"

flowey snapped at frisk,

"NO."

then at me.

"Don't even THINK about it."

"ok."

——

"Sans."

frisk turned to me on the floor.

"Does your mouth open?"

"nope."

"Damn."

"...really abusing that tori isn't in here right now, huh?"

"I never get to Freaking swear."

"pfffft."

"that one's too much for you?"

"......"

"aren't you a bit young for all this big language?"

"Flowey does it."

"Don't throw ME under the bus!!"

"Besides, he knew that."

"Why does he get to?"

"he-"

"This trashbag has no jurisdiction over me!!"

"I can say whatever the f-"

"Whatever the-"

"......."

"Whatever the HELL I want!"

"i'm gonna tell tori you've got a big ol' potty mouth."

"D-don't!"

"or maybe i'll just ground you myself."

"You can't even do that!"

"Sans."

"yeah, kiddo?"

"You know what you sound like, saying that?"

"....."

"do i wanna hear this?"

"Like a dad."

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

"..Wow! That really shut him up!"

"YOU shut up, Flowey."

"Hey?!"

"What did I do??"

they sat up.

"What did SANS do???"

"He's an insufferable trashbag!"

"thanks."

"But WHY do you hate him?!"

"When did YOU become number one trashbag defender?!"

"When I realized I liked the idea of having-"

"AGH-"

flowey shot a pellet at their face.

"FLOWEY, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"What is going on in here?"

tori, stern look in her face, stood in the doorway.

——

"If you cannot get along, then I will take you both home early."

"Sans will let me know if anything else happens."

"i will?"

"Please."

"..ok."

"Be good, will you not?"

"Sorry, mom."

".....Sorry."

toriel returned to the kitchen.

she's in there making some green drink with everyone else. a recipe she found, i think.

frisk and flowey sat in an awkward silence.

"...what'd you say you realized?"

"Nothing."

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥."

"......."

"Heyy, Flowey..."

"..What?"

"My favorite sibling-plant-thing.."

"You'll trade me this, right?"

they grabbed one of flowey's candies and traded it for an objectively worse, chalky one.

"NO-"

"Hey, we're supposed to not fight."

"......"

"you're totally rippin' him off, kid."

"That's what I'm-"

"Wait."

"Why are you on my side for this??"

"i know a bad deal when i see one."

"But you shouldn't give a shit!"

"why not?"

"You should HATE ME!"

"..why?"

"B..because I treat you TERRIBLY."

"You- you should-"

"Hate me."

"Wish the worst upon me."

"Hope I choke."

"Want me to-"

"but, you're just a kid."

"......"

"and i know there's good in there somewhere."

"even if you hate it."

"....Facts."

"Frisk."

"That was cheesy as hell."

"I'm gonna- cheese your hell if you don't shut your trap."

"What does that MEAN-"

"Wait, you still haven't traded me back! Give it!"

".....Say please."

"It's MINE."

"Say please."

flowey looked at me, like i was gonna do something about this.

i didn't.

"..Fine! Can I 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 have my candy back."

they threw the candy back to him, almost hitting his face.

"Sans!!"

"yeah?"

"They CLEARLY just tried to hit me."

"i mean. you did 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hit them, earlier."

"They're sticking their tongue out at me!!"

"you have eyelids, don't you?"

"close 'em."

"....You're not useful at all!!!!"

——

....

to be honest,

it hurts.

has been, all day.

this skull-splitting, aching, vomit-inducing... thing.

..just won't leave me alone, will it?

not risking ruining today for anyone, so i'm outside in the cold again to make absolute sure i stay awake.

no passing out. i can't.

i can't.

——

"What're you doing all alone out here?"

"....."

"wanted to enjoy the weather longer today."

"Yeah, I get that."

undyne handed me a cup with a green liquid inside. a scoop of ice cream and some sprinkles sat on top.

"what's this?"

"It's witches brew."

"There's like, lemon and soda and whatnot in it. It's good!"

i looked at the drink. it didn't look particularly displeasing, or sound bad. but for some reason, i still felt sick.

"...i'll drink it later. i've had enough sugar for today."

"Fair."

"I think you'll like it, though."

"The ice cream is sherbet!"

"probably gonna melt before i get to it."

"It's kinda melted already, anyway."

"....."

"Today was cool, right?"

"yeah."

"There were a ton of cool costumes, but ours totally KICKED ASS!!"

"Had a lotta fun making them, too."

"that's why paps always makes his own."

"Let's make it a tradition! Yeah!! Making our own costumes every year is gonna be SUPER RAD!"

"..rad?"

"Didn't wanna say 'cool' again."

"still thinking about that?"

"I didn't realize how just how often I said it until the other day."

"it's a cool word."

"Yeah."

"...Whoa."

she looked up at the stars in awe.

"always been a fan of stars, too."

"even the ones in the underground."

"..This is better."

"leagues better."

"........"

"Do you ever miss it, sometimes...?"

"The quiet."

"The... knowing everyone around."

"The familiarity.."

"...."

"nah."

"Yeah, me either."

"The surface RULES!!"

"The underground can eat my DUST!!!"

"..Uh, not literally, though. If I die, I wanna die up here."

"same."

"Wonder if anyone stayed?"

"they're missing out."

"Probably a few, at least. They'd wanna stay in their houses, right?"

"just bring the house up too."

"...How'd you guys do that, anyway?"

"do what?"

"Bring your house up."

"it's just a recreation."

"The snow is still on your roof."

"a very faithful recreation."

"The other one is GONE!!"

"sometimes a good recreation takes a sacrifice."

"You took it up piece by piece?"

"what? no, that'd take ages."

"Then HOW??"

"yep."

"HOW???"

"mhm."

"Dude. You..."

"BOTH of you."

"Constantly seem to defy logic and reality..."

"And you're always keeping secrets."

"......"

"Be honest with me."

"...."

"Skeletons totally have warp powers, right?!"

"...sure."

"I KNEW IT!!"

she quickly got up and raced inside, shouting for papyrus to show her warp magic.

close enough.

....

i really should take something for this pain.

[hrodvitnon]

(inspired by the calendar asks)

The gang's following through with a hilarious yet genius money-making idea from the minds of businesswoman Maia Simmon and the photographer Mason Weaver: slutty themed calendars. The titans were getting all dolled up for the shoot (by which I mean getting dressed in various degrees of slutty costumes). The theme? Historical. Honoring the congruent histories of Titans and humans. The titans were the main focus, obviously- but the Monarch staff would be accompanying them as either supporting or background actors. As of right now; only Ichi, San, and Ni were ready to go- dressed as what Maia dubbed the Gold Triumvirate. Each was wearing a Roman-themed outfit of flowing red capes, golden wreath crowns, shoulder togas that make zero attempt to hide their fantastic abs, the equivalent of a see-through red rag as a skirt (ones that would 1000% reveal everything underneath with just the right lighting), and sandals.

Ichi: This is fucking ridiculous.

Maia: Hm. Figured you'd like the crown.

Ichi: Crowns' not the fucking problem. It's everything else. Not even historically accurate! Who would wear these??

Ni: Oh, I dunno, maybe someone trying to get 5 champion gladiators to notice them at a function?

Ichi growls deeply at Ni. Ni's testing the movement afforded to him by the outfit while San's admiring his cape.

Ni: I gotta say, though, insane that people actually get paid for this. I mean, what? Pose in front of that device a few times and we make bank? Why didn't we do this sooner?

San: Cuz we never thought like that! Imagine all the cash we coulda been getting by tapping into human sexuality! Fuck it, screw money; imagine how much fun we'd have taking mates back then like we are now!

He accentuates by planting a kiss on Maia's cheek. Ichi visibly cringes and snorts in annoyance. Ni just chuckles.

Ni: Y'know, any other day I'd trash you for being a soft bitch for nuzzling up to a little fleshy toy like her- but the longer I spend down amongst humans, the more I actually find myself starting to agree a tad...

Maia: Uhh- is that a compliment?

Vivienne: Maybe, maybe not- but what it is is definitive proof that our coexistence campaign is working! Getting other humans on the coexistence/titanfucking train again is important- but it's gotta go both ways. Getting 2/3rds of Ghidorah on our side is huge for us!

Maia: You're correct. Now all that's left is the sour puss that's the last third.

Ichi: Y'know what, asswipes? F-

He stops himself when he feels his scales start to heat up a bit. He sits back down on a nearby chair and plants his chin in his palm.

Ichi: Ugh- nevermind.

The group doesn't really have the time to focus on the outburst as Rodan, Mothra, and the Skullcrawlers walk through the doors. Rodan's in feathery tribal wear that only seems to accentuate his musculature, the crawlers are all only wearing loincloths and elaborate necklaces, and Mothra's in a low-hanging kimono cut at the thigh and neck that makes basically everything very visible.

Vivienne: Holy mother of-

Rodan: Yeah hah hah~ do I look good or do I look good?

Vivienne instantly bum-rushes right past Rodan and to Mothra.

Mothra: Hey... Gosh this thing is so loose- do I look good?

Vivienne: You partially blinded me on your way in.

Mothra: That a good thing?

Vivienne: The gods made you to ruin me.

Mothra: Ok... probably a good thing given the drool.

Rodan: Awww- I look good too, right??

Ni's throws an arm around Rodan's head and holds him in a playful headlock.

Ni: Aww- of course you do, little bird! Ya look like you're just itching to have someone ravage you.

While Rodan fights back against Ni's play-fighting, the door swings open again and out comes Shimo and Kong. Kong's dressed in Iwi wear cut to accentuate his chest and leg muscles, and Shimo's wearing some very breezy armor and fur meant to make her look like a viking lost half her clothes.

Vivienne: I'm gonna have a heart attack before we're done here.

Maia, Andrews, Ilene, Ling, & Mason: Saaaaaaaaame.

Mothra: Hey, where's Goji? Wasn't he with-

Kong: He was- having some trouble with his outfit. There were a lot of strings to tie...

Maia: Ah- right. Probably shoulda thought that through-

Then, the door opens one last time as the large form of Godzilla steps out. Like Kong said, the entire outfit is very stringy. Like Ghidorah, he's got a crown- only his is decorated with myriad sea-stones (sadly fake, but still convincing). He's dressed in what historians assume the Kings of Atlantis would dress in, only lacking a top and barely any bottoms to speak of. An aqua cape drapes over his shoulders and his hair is in a ponytail behind his head. As soon as he walks in and sees everyone in their costumes- his eyes go wide. They dart from Viv to Mothra to Kong to Shimo to Ghidorah to Rodan to the Crawlers, on and on until he's blushing fiercely. Everyone looks at him and does the exact same.

Godzilla: Holy-

Vivienne: Fucking-

Godzilla: Shit.

Looks like Mason's gonna need to get the shooting completed soon before another Infant Island orgy ensues with so much concentrated Bi Panic in one location...

[letmewanderinyourgarden2022]

[This got a little unwieldy - so Chapter 10 is split into 2 parts. . .and not quite there yet - but soon. 😁]

Jimmy had just finished his very important errand of the morning and strolled down Thames Street on his way to The Bull.  A grin spread across his face as he started the call and brought the phone to his ear.  After several beeps, a giggling voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Morris, I presume?”

“Why, yes, good morning, Cousin Rob.”

They chuckled together for a second enjoying their mutual masquerade.

“I was wondering if you’re ready to explore.  I thought we could meet soon in the bar at the Bull.”

“Well, Cuz, it just so happens I am sitting in the bar right now finishing breakfast.  Would you like me to order you something?”

“No. . .well. . .maybe some coffee.”

“Done.  See you in a few, my dear Mr. MacGregor.  Bye.”

The grin remained as he rounded the High Street to the Inn. He found her in the corner of the bar room, red-framed glasses on the tip of her nose, engrossed in the screen of her phone. She didn’t notice his approach or even when he was standing before her, hands slung in his pockets.

“Ehh hum,” he intoned sharply to get her attention.

Her gaze popped up meeting his in surprise.  “Oh!  Hi, you,” she chirped, pulling the glasses from her face.  “So sorry – a work thing,” she said waving the phone at him. “And it appears I have to attend to it while I’m here.”

“Good morning, love.” He slid into the chair next to her, taking her hand and turning it to place a warm kiss on her palm. “Nothing serious, I hope.  Do you have to go back to London?”

Her eyes locked with his while ‘the most sensual man’ flitted like a chyron through her thoughts. “Uhmm. . .no, no, nothing like that,” she said with a light squeeze before releasing his hand.  “Just something unexpected I can take care of later in the stay.  It’s all good, I think.”

He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a needed sip. “Good. . .that is excellent news. So, are you ready for St. Andrews and a few other surprises I have for you?” He sipped with inquiring eyes and brows raised in expectation.

“Ha! Surprises? How could I possibly say no to that?  Yeah.  I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jimmy smiled at her intently, trying to decode the intonation of her last statement.

Ummm. . .I think there was a bit of a double entendre there. 

“Well, right then.  Let’s be on our way,” he said taking a final gulp of his coffee as he stood.

They made their way through the car lot to the wooden gate at the path.  Jimmy swung her hand in his as they traveled the same walk as the prior evening until they reached the fork with the pathway to the church grounds.

“This way takes us right up to the church,” he said guiding her along.

They crossed through an opening in the stone wall of the churchyard surrounded by ancient gravestones to another walkway leading to a side entrance of the building.  There, a tall man in a long, black cassock awaited them.

“Good morning again, Vicar.  This is my friend I mentioned earlier, Jane Mott.”

“Uhh. . .good morning, Vicar.  It’s a pleasure to meet you,” She nodded with a smile and then looked askance at Jimmy.

“Yeah, uh. . .Jane.  I visited the Vicar earlier this morning to get special dispensation for us to go up in the tower,” Jimmy chuckled.  “Apparently, it’s been marked off limits for a while.  But thank you, Vicar.  I promise we will be very careful.”

“Very good, Jim.  Jane, nice to meet you.  Well, you two should get to it then, but carefully,” he admonished as he walked away.

Jimmy pushed open the tall, narrow door set in the church’s stone wall that was barely wide enough for them to squeeze through one at a time.  They indeed climbed the steep wooden stairs cautiously as the renovation caused the railings to be missing in many places.  Safely at the top, he watched her as she took in the panoramic view from the tower’s pinnacle.

“Wow, wow, wow, Jimmy!  This is breath-taking, the view is. . .” She slowly faced each direction from the center of the floor, then settled at the chest-high ledge of the wall facing the Deanery. “Glorious. . . it really is.”

He joined her.  “Yeah, it is. That’s the Deanery, there.”  He sidled against her and pointed to the walled property just beyond The Bull below.

“Wow again.  That’s all yours, huh?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“When was it built?  It’s gorgeous.”

“Well, the architect was Edwin Lutyens and it was completed in 1901.  Actually, some years ago, I lived in another house he designed. They are all quite unique. Deanery is in the Arts and Crafts vein, like all of his early buildings, but it’s difficult to see the detail from here. Most of the wall around the property is from the 16th century.  Rather amazing, that.”

“You are very fortunate, Jimmy.”

“Yes, love.  That I am.”

They fell into the comfortable silence that was becoming characteristic of their time together. After a while, she turned to him, slowly scanning his face, and said a bit shyly, “I’m sorry if this is presumptuous of me and personal. . .again. . .but, you know if you weren’t the famous you, or maybe before you were the famous you, if we had met I. . .uh. . .think we could have been good friends. I mean, talking with you is really nice. . .very interesting and. . .easy, Jimmy.”

He looked at her for a few moments, then replied softly, “Not presumptuous at all.  I think I might agree. And the famous part has no bearing, really.”

“That is excellent news, Jimmy. . .I think,” she said with a slight smirk.

“Ha! I’m sure we could have been, particularly because of your drollness, my dear. But now, I’d like to get on with the surprises. . .unless you’d rather not, of course,” he returned her smirk.

“Okay, Mr. MacGregor, let’s go.”

They left the church grounds and found themselves on Thames Street, the main thoroughfare in Sonning.  They passed neatly kept white-washed row houses with gabled roofs before the Deanery’s massive wall with its brick abutments appeared.

“Geez, Jimmy, this is impressive,” she said as her fingertips dragged along the roughness of the centuries-old surface.

“Isn’t it,” he smiled.  He stopped abruptly and turned to her. The smile spread further across his face and his eyes twinkled jade green in the sunlight. “So, for the first surprise -I’ve arranged for lunch at a very nice spot along the river if you’re up for the walk.”

“Absolutely.  That would be very nice.”

“And for seconds, perhaps a tour of the Deanery? I thought you might like a close look at the architecture.”

“Do you even need to ask me that?” She laughed. “Yes, yes, I would very much like that.”

They halted at a large wooden double door set into one of the brick archways of the wall.  Jimmy entered the code in the keypad, turned the iron handle, and revealed the entranceway to the manse.  She stepped across the threshold after him as he closed the doors behind them and continued down the entranceway.

“That’s pretty cool, Jimmy.  Modern technology joined with the 16th cen. . .tur. . .y. . .”

As her eyes scanned the cloistered walk, she stopped short as Jimmy walked on unawares. Wide-eyed, she said softer than a whisper, “Fuck. . .this looks like. . .”

Jimmy turned to her, proudly beaming with arms spread wide at his sides.  “Welcome to Deanery Gardens, Lady Jane.” His countenance collapsed when he saw the look on her face.  “Hey, are you all right?” He was quickly by her side. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.  I. . .uh. . .just felt weird for a second.  I guess I’m still not done with jet lag.  Sorry. . .I’m fine really.”

“You’re sure?  We can go into the hall and sit down.  Do you need some water?”

“Jimmy, thank you but stop,” she chuckled, trying to cover the confusion that was spiking inside.  “I’m okay.  Honestly.  Can we go on with the tour – please?”

“All right.  You’re sure.” He looked at her questioningly. She nodded. “Right then.  Uh. . .this walkway goes to gardens off to the side of the house. We’ll get there in a bit.” He stood in front of a curved covered opening leading to an arcade of brick columns adorned with flowers and other plants beyond.  “And this,” he said stepping to an identical outlet directly across the entranceway, “is the courtyard that leads to the kitchen and pantry and the other rooms in the back of the house.”

The main feature of the courtyard was the fountain in the form of a finely carved stone statue of a young man with a stream spilling from the waterskin held in his arms.

“This is. . .,” she paused as she circled the courtyard looking up at the walls and windows surrounding it. “Those windows are wonderful. There’s something similar but on a much smaller scale in my house.  And the detail! – the zig-zag of the water channel to the fountain!”

“Yes, I knew you’d like a closer look.  I thought we’d go to the second floor now before the rest of the first floor.  Okay?”

“Sure.  Lead on.”

They returned to the entranceway and opened another wooden door just a few feet past the courtyard arch.

“This is the main house.  The stairs off to the left here go to the second floor.” He started up the sharp-angled and spindled wooden staircase.  He waited for her at the top of the last flight as she slowly made her way up, fingers running over the contours of the wood.

“Beautiful, Jimmy.  I’m running out of adjectives,” she laughed and he joined in as she stepped to the top stair. 

When she reached him, he backed down the gallery to describe the details of the design to her. “And this leads to the bedrooms at each end. . .and there are windows here that look over the great hall facing the gardens. . .  Jane?”

She was frozen in place with the same look on her face but much more intense. She hadn’t heard anything he said since she first stepped into the long hall before her.

“I don’t fucking understand this,” she said in disbelief, almost to herself.

Jimmy was next to her in a flash and took hold of her arm since she looked quite pale.  “Jane, really, what is it? Are you ill?” He guided her to one of the chairs grouped in the hallway.

“I’m really okay just really. . .uh. . .weirded out. . .”

“Yes, you said that before, but it’s not really helpful, Jane.  Please, just tell me what’s going on,” he said pulling up a chair close to her.

“Okay. . .uhm. . .maybe I’ll take you up on that glass of water.  Could we go downstairs – uh. . .to the hall, you said?” She inhaled deeply as she looked at her surroundings.

“Here, let me help you up,” he said taking her hand and gingerly pulling her up from the seat.

“Really, Jimmy. I’m good. You’re quite the mother hen, but thanks,” she patted his shoulder and headed to the stairway.

“All right, then.  To the hall, we go.”  She took the lead and he followed, intent on grabbing her if she started to falter.

At the bottom, he caught her at the waist and guided her to the hall.  “This way, love.”

The great hall was a massive room with windows running from the floor to the high ceilings with dark vaulted timbers set into the sandstone-like walls.  The arches were the feature and they repeated not only in the walls but in the ceiling as well.  A fireplace with complex brickwork rose on the side of the room opposite the windows. High above the fireplace, windows of the gallery overlook were set in the upper right of the wall - the gallery that so rattled her a few moments earlier.  Various couches, chairs, tables, rugs, and lamps filled the ample floor space of the hall. Beyond the windows, terraced green lawns, trees, and flowers extended as far as the eye could see.  Jimmy deposited her in one of the couches facing the garden.

“I’ll be right back.  Water?  Or do you want something stronger?  I think I can find something,” he asked as he headed for the kitchen.

“Water’s fine, thanks.” She couldn’t help gawking at the room. The pattern was repeated all around her. There was no escape from the spectacle of her dream made real.

“Here you are, Jane.” He placed the water glass in her hand and sat very close facing her on the couch.  “Now tell me.  What is it that has you so ‘weirded out’?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure I can.  I don’t know what it is.  But, uh, it has to do with another dream.  Sorry, that’s all I seem to talk about. . .” she laughed, abashed.  “I told you I had trouble remembering them for a long while.  But on the flight over from Atlanta, I had the most unbelievably vivid one that I remember every detail of.”

“So, your dream had something to do with the Deanery?” he asked, puzzled.

“No.  Well, maybe, I guess.  I said I have no fucking idea what’s going on, right? Sorry. . .don’t mean to be shitty.”

She went on to explain the details – the wood beams set in the pale walls, the room with the round table, the stained-glass windows, the men, the green lights that turned into an aurora borealis in the sky and the felt but not seen companion.  Her description ignited a ripple of excited recognition in him.

“And today, when I walked in, it sort of smacked me in the face, the feel of it, you know.  I thought maybe I was just imagining it.  But on the second floor, that was what I saw in the dream.  I can’t wrap my mind around it.  I’ve never been here or even seen a freakin’ picture of this place.  How can I already know what it looks like?”

“I don’t know, Jane.  Maybe it’s not something to be freaked out about, though.  Maybe time is needed to understand, love.  It’s very fruitful to remember dreams.  You’re here because of one, aren’t you?”

“Hmmm.  Yeah, I guess I am.” She fell back into the sofa pillows.  “And on top of that,” she insisted in exasperation, “I read my cards last night and got a really perplexing reading.”

“Did you, now!” Another tingle zipped through him.  “Why perplexing?”

“I’m still working through it – all of this, really.  Not quite ready to share.  Is that okay?  I’m really not avoiding your question.  I just don’t know the answer.”

“Well, I’m ready whenever you are ready to tell me, love.”

“Thanks, Jimmy.”

“Do you think you’re up for a walk through the garden?  I’m sure you’re jonesing for a cigarette,” he chuckled.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am, smart-ass,” she snarked.  “I’m recovered. . .not going to faint on you or anything.  The gardens look lovely, so yeah.”

He led her through the kitchen pantry back into the courtyard, through the arched openings, and down the columned walkway.

“This is part herb garden and part wild garden.” He stepped down the stairs set in the low stone garden wall.  Waving stalks of purple lavender predominated but interspersed among them were shrubs of rosemary, thyme, basil, fennel, and dill.  The irregular plots were edged with various kinds of parsley and mint.  The combination of scents was ambrosial.  Nestled in the far corner of the lavender patches was a small, round, stone gazebo with open windows and a slated roof.

“Jimmy, this is amazing.  I wish I were an artist.  This would be a perfect painting.  The aromas. . .umm. . .I could plop myself down here and never get up.  I love lavender.   I grow it at home and dry it for pillows.”

“I find it very soothing and of course, there’s its protective properties.”

The wild garden was one of two on the grounds.  The vantage from this one terraced down to the edge of the garden to the ancient wall.  Tall grasses swayed in clumped formations across the far reaches of the garden.  Jimmy explained the placement of a menagerie of fruit trees and flowering shrubs.  He led her to other unique features of the garden:  a paved square with greenery and beds of tiny, ground-cover roses forming a geometric design in its interior; the hip-high wall at one side of the square intersected by uniformly placed round and square columns, all constructed entirely of brick, supporting an open wood beam roof; and the identical but smaller structure several yards off to the side.

“These are the pergolas.  Several varieties of Victorian strains of flowers still grow here.  They were planted by Gertrude Jekyll who did the original garden design for this and other Lutyens projects.”

“Wow. . .again!  The roses are lovely.”

Their final destination was a path to the terrace steps in the middle of the garden.  Standing at the head of the stairs, she viewed the crazy order in front of her. Behind her, perpendicular to the steps, was the stone-paved path leading back to the manor’s terrace where the same curved steps were duplicated at its edge.  Everything was, at the same time, symmetrical and haphazard.  She finally lit the cigarette, having forgotten all about it until then.

“I love this, Jimmy.  It’s so very ordered but, here and there, it’s a bit of wildness.  Thank you, truly, for showing me your home.”

“It’s my pleasure, love.  And particularly for someone who has an appreciation of it.” He reached for the cigarette to take a drag.  “May I?”  She nodded with a chiding look but remained silent. He inhaled the cool smoke, slid the cigarette back between her fingers, and turned her to him. “And you, my dear, are quite orderly yourself but I think there’s more than a bit of wildness hidden in here.” His tone was soft and tinged with suggestion as he gently tapped her temple with a finger following slowly along her jawline. 

She looked directly into his sparkling eyes with her own sultry smile.  “You could be correct, Mr. Page.”

“Mmmm.  I’m fairly certain I am.” He was about to say more but resisted.  “Shall we make our way to luncheon, Lady Jane?”

As they reentered the hall, Jane gathered her bag.  “Umm.  A restroom before we go?”

“Certainly.  It’s just beyond the stairs to the second floor.  Here, I’ll show you.”

“No, that’s okay.  I think I know the way,” she said as she made her way through the hallway door to the stairs.

Jimmy stood at the towering windows, hands slung into his pockets, considering all that had transpired since she walked into the garden yesterday. There was a simmer of possibility bubbling within him. The cards and the images she described from the dream further increased the simmer – verging on a boil.

Christ!  I thought there were too many signs to ignore when we first reached out to her last year.  But now. . .more conundrums.  And last night, the vision of her that woke me - I can’t quite grasp what it was.  Can’t shake that feeling of familiarity.

“Okay, ready.”

He turned to find her leaning in the doorway, much more like herself. Something about the way she stood, the look on her face just inflamed his already heightened sense of an attachment to her. . .somehow.

“Shall we off, love?” He turned her in the doorway, one arm around her waist to speed her through the entranceway and to the street, hoping to avoid any additional adverse reactions.

"Yes, Jimmy, let's."

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The Deanery (pre-Jimmy)

From the St Andrews tower~

The Cloistered entranceway~

The stairs to the second floor

The Upstairs Gallery

The Great Hall walls/ceiling

The Pergolas

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Rehibilitation | Tim Drake x Son of Circe reader

Summary: Tim Drake and Y/n L/n have been penpals for almost 2 years now, and when Y/n is let out of Arkhum Asylum, Batman and Wonder Woman ask Tim to watch over his rehabilitation.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: childhood trauma

Rain poured outside the Wayne Manor as an armored van pulled into the driveway. The two women driving the van got out, one going to the back to unlock it, the other going to the door. When the van doors opened, a boy around 16 got out, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. He looked at the woman who opened the door and smiled at her.

"Thanks Zatanna, you know, the benches back her are sooooo uncomfortable." He dropped down, and walked in front of her, the muddy ground clumping on his white shoes. "Diana, I got to say, moms stories do not do you justice." His smile never faltered, even as the Amazonian glared at him. When the doors opened, Y/n tilted his head at the old man in front of him. "Huh, I assumed the Big Bad Bat would have been way hotter." The elderly man was unimpressed and stepped to the side, letting the trio in. Zatanna pushed Y/n into a room on the side, where two men stood in the center. Batman, in his suit, and... "Tim!" Y/n ran forward, dodging the hands of Zatanna and Wonder Woman. Tim ran forward too, wrapping his arms around Y/n in a hug. "Almighty Aphrodite, it is so good to actually see you, to hold you." Y/n cupped Tim's face with his cuffed hands and rested his forehead on his. A cough ruined their moment, the two looking up at Batman. He had his arms crossed and and eyebrow raised. "How can I see your raised eyebrow if you're wearing a cowl?" Y/ asked, ignoring the very obvious question Batman asked without asking. "You two know each other?" Diana put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, pulling him back. "Uh, yeah. We're pen pals, you know, we write letters to each other and stuff." Tim laughed nervously, scratching his neck and looking at the floor. "We'll discuss this later." Batman put a hand on Tim's shoulder and looked at Y/n. "You're here so you can prove that you're not like your mother. To prove you're not evil." Y/n smiled at the man. "I haven't seen my mother since I was 9. If anything turned me evil, it was being locked in an asylum when I was 10." Everyone in the room tensed when he said that, Wonder Woman removing her hand from his shoulder in shock. "Oh, did you not know that? I suppose you wouldn't. Thats something they don't like to promote." Y/n still had a smile on his face, but a small tear formed on his eye and slid down his face. "So, are you gonna take these off me or not? Cuz I got and itch and I just can't get to it chained up." He held his hands to Batman, who glowered at him and unlocked his cuffs. "Thanks Batsy. Now, who's my chaperone? I was told thqt I'd have someone watch over me to make sure I'm a good little boy." He said batting his eyelashes and putting a hand on his hip. "It was originally going to be me, but I think that I have a better idea." Zatanna said, crossing her arms and looking at Tim.

Week 1: Part 1: Dick

Y/n sat in the Batcave, his feet on the keyboard of the Batcomputer. He was flicking through the pages of Tim's History textbook, his brow furrowed as he did. "Hey Jay... What are you doing down here?!" Y/n looked up to see Dick staring at him with wide eyes. "Uh, reading. Obviously." Y/n looked back at the book and his eyes squinted. "Why is Ancient Africa as a whole only one chapter, but every single European country gets their own?" Y/n stared at Dick, waiting for his answer. "Uhh, well, you see... I think I hear Bruce calling me, got to go!" Dick spun around and left the Cave. Y/n smirked and looked back at the book. "I knew that would get rid of him." He whispered to himself and flipped a page. "But that is a good question." Tim said from his spot under the computer. "One we both know the answer to." Y/n flipped the page. "The answer to numer 5 is Constantinople." Tim wrote the answer down and they moved on.

Week 1: Part 2: Damian

Y/n poked his head into the kitchen, looking around for Alfred before slipping in. He snuck to the pantry and opened it as silently as he could. "You would think living with assassins would make you sneakier." Y/n turned around and stared at Damian, who held a sword in one hand and was petting Ace with the other. "What are you doing? Planting a bug, or maybe a bomb?" Damian said, stepping closer. "You caught me Damian, I'm a secret agent for my mother, who I haven't seen in 7 and a half years, and she told me to put a bomb, which is made out of wires and science and not the magic that me and her have, inside the house of a superhero she has met once." Y/n said, sitting crossed legged and eating a cookie he took from the cupboard. Damian stared at y/n and nodded before walking away. Before he left the room, he pointed at his eyes, and then at y/n and then left the room. "That kid has so many issues." Y/n said and pulled the entire package of Chips Ahoy out of the cupboard and left the kitchen, sneaking back upstairs. He tossed the cookies at Tim, who caught them and pressed play on the movie. "Thanks." Tim said as y/n sat next to him, snuggling into his side. "Your little brother accused me of trying to put a bomb in the kitchen." Y/n said, eating a cookie. "Yeah, Damian has issues. Yet again, so does everyone here." Tim said, resting his head on y/ns.

Week 1: Part 3: Stephanie

Y/n punched the red hologram in front of him, before turning and kicking the one behind him. The last one showed up behind him, pointing a gun at his head. Y/n dropped down as soon as he pulled the trigger, causing him to miss, then pushed himself up, grabbing the gun, turning the safety one and snapping the holograms arm. "Wow, 1 minute and 14 seconds, that's better than the Bat himself." Tim wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked with him upstairs. Stephanie walked past them, her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes glaring at the floor. Y/n stopped and sent Tim up without him, before following her to the training simulation. "Hey, Steph, are you okay?" He asked, as she went to turn on the machine. "I'm fine." Y/n walked to her, covering the on button with his hand. "I know I've only been here 3 days, but I do know you're lying to both of us when you say that." Stephanie looked at him, anger and sadness on her face. "Y/n, this isn't your problem, so leave it alone." She tried to push his hand away so she could turn the machine on, but he stepped in front of her, blocking the way. "Steph, I cant let you do this while your in this state. You could get hurt. Badly." Steph clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut. "I won't force you to talk about it, that's not why I'm here. But I want to make sure that you're okay, and that you won't hurt yourself." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and surged forward. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his chest. He hugged her, rubbing her back. "It'll be okay, you have Barbara, Cass, Dick, Tim, Damian, me, everyone here is here for your if you need to talk, rememebr that. And promise me you won't do anything that might get you hurt until you feel better." Y/n looked into her eyes, watching as she nodded. They stood there, hugging each other for a few more minutes before y/n went to meet Tim upstairs. "You know you're not supposed to be down there without Tim." Jason said, his arms crossed. "Stephanie is down there crying, so get one of the non-emotionally constipated Batkids to go down there and make sure she knows we're here for her. I got to get back to Tim." Y/n said, glaring at Jason and walking away.

Week 5: Part 1: Barbara

Y/n sat upside down on the couch, struggling to levitate the origami swan in front of him. Zatanna released small amounts of his magic a few days ago, enough for him to turn a book page or thread a needle, but he was trying to get it to do bigger tasks. "Hey, what's got you so stressed?" Babs asked, rolling over to him. Y/n sat up right and looked at her before putting his face in his hands. "I used to be able to open portals to Hades and summon typhoons, but now, now I can barely lift paper." Y/n flicked the swan away, and crossed his arms. "Hmm, I don't know much about magic, but maybe its like the rest of your body parts. The less you use them the less you can do with them. And you went how many years without using magic?" He looked back up at her, his eyebrows ceased. "6 years." He looked at his hands, opening and closing his fists, wiggling his fingers and moving his wrist. "So, all you have to do is work the magic out like you would your arms and legs. By starting small." Y/n scratched his chin before smiling at her and standing up. "You are so smart Babs." He hugged her and went to Tim's room, which is basically his room with how much time he spends in there. Y/n grabbed a piece of paper off Tim's desk and laid it flat on the floor. "What are you doing?" Tim asked, looking up from his laptop. "Starting small." Y/n said folding the corner of the page.

Week 5: Part 2: Jason

Y/n and Jason stared at each other from across the table, both of them glaring and neither of them blinking. "What are they doing?" Tim asked Cass. "I dont know, but they've been staring at each other for 10 minutes, and neither of the have blinked." They stood there for a few more minutes before they realized that Y/n was snoring. "Wait, is he sleeping with his eyes open?" Steph asked, poking his cheek. "Does that mean I win?" Jason asked, blinking and looking at Tim. "No, cuz you just blinked." They all looked at a smirking y/n, who crossed his arms and smiled at a flustered Jason. Jason got up and left the room without saying anything. "Hey, he likes you." Steph says punching his arm. "Yeah, if he didn't, he probably would have shot you for that." Tim wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders and laid his chin on the top of his head. "Well R.I.P. I guess." Y/n stood up and walked with Tim to their room.

Week 5: Part 3: Duke

Y/n walked into the living room, where Duke was sitting on the couch texting someone. Y/n hopped on the back of the couch, falling onto it and landing upside down. "Hey Duke, who ya texting?" The man jumped when y/n plopped on the couch, staring at him with wide eyes. "Uh, no one important." Y/n shrugged and looked at the tv. "Okay." The two sat there for a few minutes, Duke texting someone and Y/n watching tv. "Hey, Y/n, do you... Do you think you could help me with something?" Y/n sat up, twirling around so he was sitting right next to Duke. "Thank the gods, I've been waiting for you to say something." Y/n looked at the phone, going over the messages. "She can't hang out because her parents took the car, but if you go down and drive her she will be able to. She wants to, but she can't." Y/n looked up at Duke, who scrunched his forehead. "Why didn't she just say that?" Y/n rolled his eyes, "she did. Right there." He pointed at a message and Duke slapped his forehead. "Its okay to not be able to read, I dont think Jason can either." Y/n stood up and walked away. "Hey, whats up?" Tim entwined his fingers with y/n's as they walked down the hallway. "Im pretty sure the only one here who has any type of mental abilities is Damian." Tim nodded and they kept walking. "Wait, does that include me?" Tim looked at y/n who laughed. "It took you 4 minutes to ask me that. You answered your own question before you asked it." Y/n laughed, laying his head on Tim's shoulder.

Week 10: Part 1: Alfred

Y/n pushed open the door of the kitchen, walking in and right past Alfred. "May I help you Master Y/n?" Y/n looked up at him, shaking his head and blinking. "Sorry Alfred, I didn't see you. Me and Tim are having a movie dat.... We're watching a movie and need snacks." Alfred looked down at him, then he chuckled, his mouth moving into a small smile. "Here. You can have some of my secret stash." Alfred opened a cabinet, pulling out a bag of cookies and handed it to him. "I will put the Jiffy Pop on, you kids seem to like it. Now, head back up to you date." Y/n blushed, looking at the cookies then Alfred before hugging him. "Thanks Alfred." Y/n ran back upstairs the cookies floating behind him as he pulled his phone out and texted Tim.

I think Alfred finally likes me.

That's good

Did you get the snacks?

Yes, Alfred gave me some of his secret stash cookies.

Wow, he really does like you.

Week 10: Part 2: Cassandra

Y/n sat on a rooftop, his hair blowing in the wind. "Hey, everything okay?" Y/n turned around and saw Cass staring at him from a window. "Yeah, just remnants from my mysterious past." Y/n made a funny face before letting out a pained laugh. Cass nodded before crawling out and sat next to him. "I get it. My dad raised me to be one of the best assassins in the world. He trained me to notice everything, so I could kill better." Y/n nodded, wiggling his toes and staring at the ground. "Mom taught me to hate the gods, specifically Athena because she took the sister I never met, and to despise Wonder Woman. She trained me in magic so that she could use me as a weapon against the two. Then Diana found out about me, and along with the gods, she took me from my mom and gave me to a government she had too much faith in. They stripped my magic and locked me in Arkhum Asylum when I was only 10. Do you know what that does to a child? Having to be in the same place as the Joker, the Riddled, and Scarecrow and not have the one thing that could protect you?" He looked at Cass, who was biting her lip and looking at the ground. He laid his head on her shoulder and they just sat there for the rest of the day.

Week 10: Part 3: Bruce

Y/n was sitting in the cave on Tim's lap while they watched Barbara type on the computer. "Take a right." She said into the comms, her fingers flying on the computer. Y/n moved closer into Tim's chest, laying his head on his shoulder. "Shoot, Tim they need you!" Barbara yelled and Y/n rolled off of Tim's lap so he could move. "On it!" Tim ran to get changed. Y/n stood up and walked to the computer, looking at the situation. "Wait, is that... Gods no!" Y/n ran out of the Cave, ignoring Babs yells for him to come back. He swirled his hand around him, his clothes changing from his sweatpants and hoodie to a black body suit with an eye mask and cape. He flew to where the Bat Family was, landing on a rooftop, watching as everyone fought a Hydra. It had 8 heads, and there were 3 currently on the ground. Y/n saw Cass, Steph and Dick laying on the ground behind the batmoblie. Bruce, Damian, Jason, Duke, and Tim stood infront of the car, all of them ready to fight. Tim was the only one without cuts and scratches. Y/n floated into the air, watching closely as the Hydra charged them, 2 of the heads going straight towards Tim. "No!" He screamed, dropping right in front if Tim, purple magic flowing from his hands causing the Hydra to stop in its tracks and float into the air. Y/n floated up with him. "You attack my city, you attack my family, but worse, you attack my boyfriend. You have gone past death, your punishment is eternal imprisonment." The purple magic swirled around the the Hydra causing it to shrink until the magic was a a ball the size of a baseball. Y/n floated forward and reached his hand into the ball and pulled out a small metal amulet with an 8 headed hydra on it. Y/n ties the leather cord around his neck and floated down to Tim. The pair hugged, y/n crying into his shoulder. "Y/n." He looked at Batman, who stood in front of him. "Bruce." Tim and y/n seperated and y/n crossed his arms and stared into the Bats eyes. "You saved the kife of me, and my children. You have more than proven you're not your mother." Bruce pulled him into a hug which shocked everyone there.

Week 15: Final part

Y/n laod on the couch with his head on Tim's lap, a book floating above him and origami swans and butterflies flying around the room, with more being folded by Damian on the floor. "Hey, whats with the air show?" Jason asked, walking into the room and leaning against the couch. The book above Y/n moved to the side and he watched as the birds and insects swirled through the air. "Damian was wondering if I would bring his origami to life." Y/n explained, going back to his book. "Huh, well, y/n can you come with me for a few minutes?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion. "Come on, trust me." Y/n stood up, the birds and butterflies flying around him as he followed Jason, Tim and Damian walking behind him. "Jason, whats going... On." y/ns eyes widened in shock as he walked into the dining room. The entire Justice League, the Teen Titans, and the Bat Family was standing in front of him under a homemade banner that said "❤Happy Rehibilitation!❤". Y/n put a hand over his mouth, a laugh escaping from it. "Wow, I dont know what to say." Y/n turned around to see Tim holding a cake. "Don't say anything babe." He kissed y/ns forehead and walked him over to the table where everyone stood. "Thank you, everyone. Thus is amazing." Y/n pulled the two closest people, Tim and Wonder Woman, into a hug. Diana patted his head while Tim kissed his cheek. Y/n looked at the cake with a smile before he looked up, rolled his eyes and said "Bart, don't touch my swan." Everyone looked behind Y/n and saw Impulse holding his finger an inch away from one of the flying swans. Everyone laughed and went back to mingling. "So, you do like it?" Tim said, wrapping his arms around y/ns waist. "I love it." Y/n said, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Can I request something?

What about Tom holland where he is on the dancing with the stars or whatever the show is called

And y/n is a professional dancer and they fall in love?

Also like when they train and stuff🥺🥺

Dancing Into Your Arms

Tom Holland x Reader

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"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Tom settled in the car and looked over at Harry as he got in next to him.

Harry looks at his tablet, reading over the plans for the day. "Uhh, right now, we're headed to pick up your suit for Zendaya's party celebration thing, and then after, you're going to meet your Dancing With The Stars partner, and you guys can start practicing."

"Who am I getting partnered with?" Tom asks, answering a few texts as he listens to Harry.

"Her name is Y/n. She's been dancing for years and is known for her unique dancing style."

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About two hours later, the car Tom and Harry are in pull up to a dancing studio. They get out and go inside, walking to where Harry got instructed in the messages for Tom. When they walk in, they see what looks like a dancing class in session.

"It says here we're to go around the back," Harry says, looking at his phone and then up for another door. He sees the door a few feet back and points, him and Tom walking toward it. It's unlocked, and they go inside, walking around the corner and seeing the dancing class again, a hallway separating the two, plus a door. They walk and see it's labeled "private dancing."

When they open the door, they find music playing and you. The boys watch as you dance in front of the mirror that stretches for the entire wall. You're wearing sweatpants and a loose crop top that ends a few inches above your waistline. The song is Don't Run Away, and they can tell you're into it, your body moving along with the hip-hop song, plus a smile on your face as you lipsynch the lyrics.

It's a few seconds before you notice the two boys. At a certain point, as you freestyle dance to the song, you turn your head and jump back a few inches when you see them. "O-oh, sorry," you stop dancing and walk to your phone, crouching down to pick it up and turn the song off. "I didn't expect you guys here yet," you laugh.

"Oh? Did we get the time wrong?" Tom frowns and leans over to look at Harry's phone.

"No, no. It's just usually," you pause, trying to find the right words, "the celebs don't tend to pay attention to the instructions I leave and will come through the front entrance. My sister owns the place, and that's her out there with her dancing class, who when they see a famous celebrity walking through the door go crazy, and they end up getting stuck out there doing autographs and pictures and stuff," you explain.

Both boys give an understanding nod. "You're a really great dancer. That was really good," Tom complemented, motioning behind you to the empty floor.

"Well, I'd hope so," you tease, making them both laugh. "Thanks."

"Alright, mate. I'll leave you two to it. I'll drop off the suit at the hotel, and I'll meet you back here later?" Harry says to Tom.

"Alright," he nods.

"Ok, well, I guess we can get started? Is there any questions you had or anything?" you ask Tom as you turn and walk into the middle of the room, turning back to him as he follows you.

"Nope. I'm all yours," he smiles.

You nod and pull out your phone, looking for a song to play. "I usually like to start with something general and get a feel for how you dance and then go from there," you explain. Tom nods and waits for you to choose a song. The song you end up putting on is Love Me Like You Do. Sure, it's a love song, but you're a professional, and you like it, so who cares.

Your phone syncs to the speakers, and you set it down, putting your arms out for Tom and steps closer. His touch is gentle as he puts one hand on your waist and the other in your hand. You're not quite sure what to expect from Tom, but he does surprise you. He immediately takes the lead, moving you around the room, twirling you a few times, and moving to the beat.

After the song ends, you part, both catching your breath for a moment. "You're great," you smile at him.

"Thanks, I did a little dancing when I was little," he says.

"Yeah, you're good, especially for that being our first run," you pick up your water bottle and drink some, also picking up your phone. "You just need to loosen up a bit, have fun," you laugh and pull up another song, this time only for fun to help him get comfortable. You turn on Yeah! by Usher and step back from Tom, starting to dance and feel the music.

"Loosen up, Holland," you laugh and grab his hand, pulling him to dance around with you. Tom rolls his eyes and laughs, following along with you. "Ok, ok, try this," you laugh and step back, showing him a move. Tom watches you with a smile and tries it himself, not fully getting it but not doing too bad. "Follow what I do," you laugh. You dance along to the song, laughing as Tom gets tired and can't keep up with you.

As the song comes to an end, you continue to dance flawlessly, and when it ends, you laugh and look at Tom, who's tired from trying to keep up with you. "They won't give us a song like that at the actual competition, right?" Tom pants, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

"No," you laugh, "they won't. But see, that was fun, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, very," he laughs and looks at you.

It's quiet for a moment as you both look at each other. Tom looks over your face, noticing for the first time how cute you look. He loves your hair and your clothes, even though nothing special, looks so cute on you.

"Break?" you ask, snapping out of your thoughts and turning to sit against the wall opposite of the mirror. Tom snaps out too and sits down a few inches from you, both of you checking your phones for a moment.

Before you or Tom can say anything, Harry appears at the door. "Sorry to cut this short, but Tom, I got a call, and you got a few interviews set up for today," Harry says.

"Oh. Alright." Tom pushes himself up and looks down at you, putting out his hand to help you up. You take it and stand, giving him a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

~~

"Try using your hips to swing and keep your hand in mine for leverage, so you don't lose footing," you say. Tom nods, and you try to move again. You and Tom are holding hands, your arms stretched out parallel to each other and your bodies inches apart. Tom puts his foot out, turning his body to twirl you. When he does, your back hits his chest, and he continues right into the next move, dipping you and then pulling you up straight and outstretching your arms to pull you back in front of him.

"Good," you smile.

It's been a few days, and both of you are getting good with learning each other's moves. You're working on really knowing each other and predicting what you each will do, wanting to put together the best dance you can.

You admire how good Tom is and how quick he catches on. If anyone asked, you wouldn't say you had feelings for him. You're a professional, so you'd never let that get in the middle of your work. No matter how attractive you think he is or how much your heart speeds him whenever he touches you.

"Wanna try another song one more time and then call it a day?" you ask.

"Yeah, sure," Tom says, watching as you put on a random song and get back into position.

~~

"I am so tired, mate," Tom sighs, resting his head on his hand that's on the car door.

"Y/n tiring you out, eh? You sure you still want to go tonight? You can send a text to Zendaya. I'm sure she'll understand," Harry says.

"No. This' the celebration for the ending of season two of her show, plus that it's getting a third season. This' big for her and I should be there we've been friends," he yawns, "for years."

"Whatever you say, mate. How's Y/n?" he asks.

Tom smiles at the thought for you. "She's awesome, such a great dancer, and honestly really fun," Tom mumbles. Harry smiles and glances at his brother. Tom knew his feelings for you had grown, but he'd never try to act on it. You're a professional, and this's your job.

When Tom and Harry arrive, they get out and head right inside the restaurant. It's set up fancy, with tables arranged and a dance floor in the front of the room. The room is already full of people, the boys being about 20 minutes late.

"Hey, Zendaya!" Harry smiles and gets her attention. She turns to them and smiles.

"Hey, guys." She gives them both a hug.

"You looks great," Tom says, looking over her dress.

"As always," Harry adds on.

"Yeah, well, you know," she playfully swings her hair back, "I know how to work it." Tom and Harry laugh, and they begin to talk, catching up with a few things and sharing a few laughs. Zendaya's attention gets pulled when she sees the door open again. "Oh! Y/n!" she calls over to you and walks past the guys, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug and then pulling back and gushing about your outfit.

Tom and Harry watch from a few feet away, Tom's eyes not leaving you for a moment. You had on a purple dress. It's loose and ends below your knees, the sleeves are tight and end in the middle of your arm above your elbow, the neckline in a U shape from shoulder to shoulder, and your hair is beautiful. It's all different from what Tom's seen you in during practice, but it's still you, and he loves it.

You have a big smile on your face as you talk to Zendaya, but it gets brighter when you turn your head and see Tom. "Tom, hi, I didn't know you would be here," you say, walking over to him and Harry.

"Yeah, you guys know each other?" Tom asks.

"Me and Y/n have known each other since we were kids. We used to spend a lot of time together dancing and stuff. Even now that I went on with acting and she's still dancing, we keep up all the time," Zendaya smiles and nudges you.

For the whole night, Tom can't keep his eyes off you. It's like you're a magnet for him, and his eyes can't stay away. Any time you talk, he stares, giving you his full attention.

"You did that on purpose!" you say and pinch Zendaya's arm after the boys walk away to go back to the buffet.

"Ow! What?" she laughs.

"You knew Tom would be here! I told you what I thought of him, and now you did this!" you laugh.

"I'm just trying to help you. You literally said you'd go out with Tom if you could. And you've always loved him in the Marvel movies when we see them," Zendaya says.

"I loved you," you say.

"You drool during every Spider-Man movie and was on the verge of tears during Infinity War and No Way Home," she says.

You scoff and laugh. "Whatever. You're not slick. I should've known something was up with the fact you made this formal attire."

"What?! I don't know what you mean. It's not even my party. The directers threw it," she says, trying to act defensively.

"Not a single one of the directors are here," you laugh.

The boys return, and you all continue to talk as the music starts in the background. "Tom, did Y/n tell you she's a Marvel nerd?" Zendaya asks.

"No, you are? Really?" he asks, intrigued.

"Yeah," you laugh, slightly embarrassed, "I love all the movies. Not going to lie, I had to prepare myself to act professionally when I first found out you'd be my partner."

Tom smiles and looks at how you avoid eye contact with him. "That's really cool," he nods.

"Yup. That's me. I love everything Marvel," you smile.

"Tom, Y/n, why don't you guys go on the dance floor. Show us some of your moves," Zendaya smirks.

You turn to Tom to wait for him to answer. "Sure," he nods. You both turn and walk to an empty space on the dancefloor. Before you step on, you take your heels off and put them on the side. Tom takes your hand, and you begin dancing.

It's a small space, so you don't do anything too crazy, but you guys get the attention of the people around, and they move to make more room. The song playing is Photograph by Ed Sheeran. You guys move along with the beat, slow but sensual. When it starts to slow down more as it gets close to the end, Tom dips you and brings you up, turning you, your back is to him and running his hands down your bare arms. At the last few words, he takes your hand and quickly turns you around, so you're facing him when it ends, your faces inches.

Neither of you moves for a few seconds, staying in each other's embrace and feeling the connection. You snap out of it when you hear clapping, the other from the dancefloor and around the room applauding your dancing. You turn and smile to the crowd, mouthing a thank you and pulling away from Tom, laughing, not noting everyone had been watching.

"Yeah, they love each other," Harry and Zendaya say at the same time from the table, watching you guys and smiling.

~~

The day of the first competition, you weren't nervous, yet your heart was racing as if you were. You aren't, you'd done this more times than you can count, but it was like the fact it's Tom you're doing it with made you nervous. You never felt so much of a connection with a partner.

Tom, on the other hand, is shaking in his boots. With good reason since this' his first time. Not only is he nervous about the competition itself, but he's nervous about dancing with you officially.

"So, ya ready?" You walk up behind Tom as he stands just surveying the area.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," he smiles. This' only the second time he's seen you in something that's not sweatpants and a shirt. You're wearing a blue dress that ends below your thigh and has small ruffles at the end, and the top part has long sleeves that go all the way down your arms.

Tom is wearing a loose dress shirt and loose pants. Something simple. Tom looks down, bringing his attention to your shoes. He sees you're wearing blue sneakers that match your dress. "No heels?” he asks.

"Nah. I don't wear heels when I dance. Part of what makes me different," you shrug and smile. Tom smiles back, thinking about how Harry said you were known for your unique style.

A few minutes go by, and then it gets to you guy's turn. Before you walk on stage, the screen flashes on for the song you'll be dancing to with Tom. Middle Of The Night by Elley Duhe.

You walk on stage, and the music starts. You stand with your back to Tom, and when the first verse starts, he moves his hands to both your arms and moves your body side to side and then grabs your hand and turns you around, pressing you to his body.

You move your leg in the shape of a circle behind you and bring your leg up. Tom puts his hands on your waist and twists your body, grabbing your hands and moving his feet on opposite sides of you and walking forward as you walk backwards.

When the chorus starts is when you pull out the big moves. Tom twirls you and pulls you in but puts his arm over your head and turns you back to him.

You're loving how it's going, loving how Tom's leading, not making you do all the work. He does good moves, making you have a small smile as you dance to the music, moving solidly to the beat.

When the song comes to an end, Tom pulls you into his side, both of you looking into each other's eyes, again getting lost in the moment. You smile at each other and pull away when you hear the cheering of the crowd. You look to the judges, seeing the score is 38.

You and Tom exit the stage, getting to the side and out of view and celebrating. "That was amazing! You did great, Tom!" you cheer and throw your arms around him in a hug. Tom has the biggest smile on his face and puts hugs you tight.

~~

As the days and weeks go by of you and Tom practicing, you both get closer and closer. Your dancing has gotten great, neither of you ignoring the fact you feel connected with each other and use it when you dance, dancing with purpose and heart. Not only dancing with your heart in it but dancing for both of you.

"When you're working on a movie, do you ever act unprofessionally?" you ask Tom. You've already gone through a long day of training, and you're taking a break. You and Tom are sitting against the wall, and your head is on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Is there ever anything you want to do, but don't cause it would be unprofessional?" you ask again, rephrasing.

"Depends on what a why. If it's something I really want to do and know there really aren't any consequences," Tom pulls away and tilts his body to you, "then what's the harm?"

Your eyes fall on his lips, and you both lean in at the same time. Right, when your lips around about to touch, you're interrupted by an "awwww" sounding through the room. You pull away and look at the door, seeing Harrison standing there.

"Hi, Haz," you say with a tight sarcastic smile.

~~

Tonight is the night. You and Tom have made it to the finals. "We got this," you say to Tom, rolling your head on your shoulders, amping yourself up.

Tonight you're wearing a black skit and black tank top with a small sweater. Tom is wearing loose black pants with a shirt and jacket, looking very handsome.

"We got this," Tom repeats and smiles, putting his hand out for you to take as you walk on stage, seeing the screen flash on for the song for you guys. Dangerously In Love 2 by Beyonce.

When the music starts, you and Tom move sharply to the beat, moving with each hit. Tom dips you and pulls you up into him, taking both your hands in his and moving out and in to the beat.

The chorus starts, and you guys speed up. Tom leads you to move fast and sharp to the song, your moves still synched and sensual to each other. Tom lets go, and you both do your own dances for a moment, coming back together at this perfect time and continuing into the rest.

When it slows down, getting to the last verse, Tom holds your back against his chest, swaying you from side to side and letting his hands lay on your waist, his head next to yours with his eyes closed, getting ready for his next move. You have your head tilted with his, feeling the music and waiting for the next move.

It stays like that for the next few seconds of the song while it stays slow. Just before it speeds up again for the long holding note, Tom brings his hand to yours, pulling you out and twirling you back into him, your body coming to his right at the holding note, both of you so close you could kiss. At first, he doesn't think he should, but then you lean in and capture his lips, cheers erupting from the crowd watching you guys.

The note ends, and you both force yourselves to pull away and continue your dancing, but now with a big smile on your face as you continue. When the song comes to an end, Tom ends it by twirling you slowly and bringing you to his body, his hand on your lower back and your foreheads together.

This time when you hear the cheers, louder than ever, and everyone loving you guys, you and Tom don't separate, him keeping his arm around your waist and looking out to the judges. The team before you got a 37, and this is the first time that you almost didn't care if you won or not. You look to the judges, a perfect 40.

~~

Later that night, you, Tom, Zendaya, Harry, Sam, and Harrison are at his hotel celebrating. As the night when on, they all went on with their own ways, and it's only you and Tom.

"Would I be crazy if I asked you out? Saying that these were the best and most fun few weeks I've ever had and don't want to be 'strangers' anymore?" Tom asks boldly, his heart racing hoping you don't turn him down.

"No, Mr. Holland, you would not. And I would say yes," you smile and look at him from the chair you're in, sitting a few feet from him.

He smiles and pulls out his phone, tapping a few things before looking at you again. "Well, in that case," he stands and puts out his hand, "may I have this dance, madam?" You throw your head back, laughing when you hear It's Been A Long, Long Time.

"Why yes, Mr. Rogers," you say in a fake accent, taking his hand, standing with him. "I've always wanted to dance to this," you smile at him.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like it," he says, resting his hand on your waist.

You lay your head on his chest, swaying slowly to the song, also hearing his calming heartbeat. With all the dancing you've done, all the things you know, this's for sure the best dance you've done, and you want to do it forever, stay dancing like this with Tom as long as possible.

»»——⍟——««A/n: can you tell I really wanna dance to these songs? Lolol. I hope you guys liked this, I was confident while writing and then finished and was like “this wasn’t love”😭

Masterlist

Ahem: @novaresque @tomhollandfics

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

warnings: alcohol consumption and intoxication There was a loud slam that seemed to shake the house and Daryl sat up in his bed in the basement where he’d simply been laying wide awake. A few more clattering sounds rang out afterward and Daryl grabbed his knife and hurried up the steps, his heart pounding. But as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs, he distinctly heard your voice let out a quiet “Shit!” as there was one more bang from the direction of the front door. You emerged a second later and stopped short as you caught sight of him standing there in the dimly lit kitchen. “Oh. H—hi,” you said, flashing him a sheepish grin. Your eyes drifted to the knife at his side, still in its sheath. “I startled you,” you said. “Sorry.” You gave him an apologetic and somewhat sheepish smile. “I’m sorry...” He glanced over your shoulder toward the front door. “What was all that racket?” he drawled. Your cheeks colored a little. “Uhh—I tripped over some things... It’s nothing. It’s fine,” you said. “Mmm,” he hummed, pressing his lips together in a thin line and seemingly trying to get a read on you. “Ya lock the front door?” he asked.  “Oh. Is everyone in?” you asked.  He nodded. “Ya. Ya were the last one.” He didn’t wait for you to answer his question and moved past you in the hall to the front entry and turned the deadbolt. You had barely shifted out of his way to let him pass and when he came back toward you he found you blocking most of the hallway with a thoughtful look on your face.

“How’d you know I was the last one out?” you asked him. He ducked your gaze. “...were you waiting up for me?” Your heart started to pound in your chest. Daryl gulped. He’d been checking up on you and he knew you were still out... and he had been waiting up for you... but he certainly wasn’t going to say that. You stepped even closer to him and it was as if he was now in some electrified forcefield around you. His body seemed to be responding involuntarily to your closeness. Hair standing on end, palms suddenly sweaty, a nervous need to fidget running through him, sparks zipping up his spine... He struggled to come up with some change of topic to deflect what was truly happening. “Where were ya?”

“Oh, we got together for a girl’s night to celebrate Tara’s birthday,” you said. “She can really hold her homemade wine,” you said with a self-conscious laugh, dodging Daryl’s eyes now. “Wait—are ya drunk right now?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

You hazarded a glance up at him. “I—I may be slightly tipsy... but it’s not my fault! Rosita just kept pouring!”

He seemed a bit stunned for a moment. “That’s why ya sounded like a herd of cattle comin’ back in here. I ain’t ever seen ya drunk... even at the CDC,” he said.  You shrugged, feeling your cheeks color again. “Well, I didn’t ever feel safe until now. We’ve got walls. We’ve got food. Before I—Never let your guard down, you know? That’s how you get dead.” “Mmm,” Daryl hummed, his expression still serious. “But ya feel safe now?” You seemed to move closer to him subconsciously. Daryl could almost feel the heat of you. “Right now? Like... this very second?” Why had that come out as a whisper? That wasn’t what he’d meant, but he couldn’t find his voice all of a sudden. It was lodged in his throat in a tight lump. It was something to do with the way you were looking at him. Your eyes. Jesus. How could they have so many different hues in them? And there were looking right at him with something staggering in them.

“I feel—safer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life right now,” you said. “Right this second.” You paused and licked your lips and Daryl’s eyes flickered down to them and stayed there longer than they needed to. “I—I don’t think you’d ever let anything happen to me, Daryl. I believe that.” Somehow that sparked his voice almost before he realized it. “Good. Cuz I won’t. I want ya to feel safe. Ya should feel safe...” The forcefulness with which he said it caused you to blush again.  And then suddenly your slightly intoxicated brain was a swirl of imagined moments and sudden impulses, each more intimate than the last until you knew you had to get out of there before you did something really stupid... “I should—I should—Water. I should get to water and then drink some bed.” Fuck. “Shit—I mean—” But this caused a flicker of a smile on Daryl’s face. “I think yer a little more than tipsy. Ya gonna be able to handle that?” You pressed a hand over your face, feeling the heat in your cheeks and chest intensify. “Shut up... Yes. I can handle it...” you murmured. “Goodnight.” Daryl laughed as you hurried toward the stairs. “Night...” Prompt: “I may be tipsy but it’s not my fault!”

[xoxo-teddybear]

Competition - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff(ish), Crack, Jealous Bakugou, tatted Bakugou Cuz we love a lil spice

Summary: You were doing homework online with your friends when a needy Bakugou wanted your attention and was pouty when he didn’t get it. After Mina slipped up and said something stupid, Bakugou assumed horrible things and went over only to find out something so very comical.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were in your second year of college and the work was killing you. Thankfully, this time around, your assignment was the slightest bit easier, as it was a group project. You, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina were currently working on the project through the computer while being on video chat. The night was still young and you still had plenty to do.

“Okay, after I type in this paragraph, what should the next section be abou-“ You were cut off by the sound of a little French bulldog barking and scampering your way. The cute little black dog jumped onto your lap and made itself comfortable, causing you to look down and smile at it before petting it’s ears.

“Awww, look at the little puppy!” Mina said.

“He’s cute, right? I’m watching him for my neighbor while he’s at his football game.” You explained.

“You live next to a football player?!” The pink girl exclaimed.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Figures. I live next to an old man who likes to throw lemons at me!” She ranted. The group all laughed at her before continuing the job.

You all worked and finished about 4 pages of the assignment. While in the midst of the 5th page, your boyfriend requested to join your video chat. “Oop, hold on. Suki’s asking to join.”

You added your junior high school sweetheart to the call and was met with a frustrated pout. “Hi babe!” You squealed.

The group all tried to say their greetings to their friend but he spoke before they could. “Where have you been?”

“What? At home.” You said.

“I’ve been calling you, texting you, and basically blowing up your phone, and you haven’t been answering for hours!” He whined. His friends got a small kick out of seeing their tough friend be a softie for his girlfriend and remained quiet to enjoy the show.

“Sorry. I’ve been doing homework and-“

“What is that? Why do you have that animal on you?” He interrupted and asked as he slanted his eyes towards the small canine.

“It’s my neighbor’s dog,” you said with a pitched voice as you cradled the pup closer, almost like you were defending it’s honor.

“Her neighbor, the football player.” Mina mentioned with a sly voice. You shut your eyes and released a slow sigh as you knew what was coming.

“Football player?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Why? Why would you say that?” You said to Mina with a disappointed tone. She was one of his friends, she knew what the reaction would’ve been.

“Sorry,” she genuinely said.

“Why are you doing favors for some football player and what is he doing for you?” Bakugou seethed.

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just-“

“I’m coming over there.” He blatantly said.

“No- no. You don’t need to-“ without letting you finish, Bakugou signed off and went to get ready for his leave. You sighed at your jealous boyfriend and threw shady eyes towards Mina.

—

Some time had passed and your group had finished the 7th page. Almost done! Thank god for this being a small little assignment. Unfortunately, your boyfriend’s little fuss put you all behind schedule a little and it didn’t help that he finally made his arrival to add a little more drama to the show.

A bang was heard at your door. “Open up Y/N!”

“Uhh, I think you’re getting robbed Y/N.” Kaminari said.

“Nah, it’s just Suki.” You said to the blonde through the screen. You then turned to your front door to speak to your boyfriend who was on the other side. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “I need to talk to you!” He said.

“Sorry, door’s locked!” You replied. Unfortunately, the door busted open and you sighed in frustration. “And now it’s not.”

“He has a key?” Kirishima asked.

“No, he has a foot.” You said and then turned to your boyfriend with a sarcastic but also genuine smile. “Hi baby.”

And now here stood your angry boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was dressed in his combat boots, a pair of black jeans and a white tee. He held a dark green bomber jacket in his hands that he wore due to the slightly cold weather out in the night. With the jacket off, his fully tatted arms were exposed along with the few tattoos that adorned his neck. He had his silver chain on along with a few rings and his cross piercing on his left ear and a few other random ones on his right. To anyone else, your boyfriend looked like a ruffian especially with his motorcycle that was surely parked out front. He definitely was an attractive man. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and you felt so blessed to have him and have him want you and only you.

He looked like the typical bad boy who was mean as fuck and also happened to be good at everything he did. In reality, he was just your Suki who was a softie that can be a little tempered at times. Like right now.

“What is going on?!” He asked in frustration.

“You just kicked my door open!” You said as you pointed to the evidence.

“Put the dog down and tell me about this football asswipe who lives next door!” He demanded.

“No! I will not put the dog down!” You said, cradling the sweet baby even closer.

“Oh you’re not?!” He said in a threatening tone but you knew your boyfriend would never do any real harm.

“No! If you want to meet the football player then you can wait to talk to him when he gets back.” You said.

“Then I’ll wait for him!” He said, taking a seat a little bit behind you from your setup on the couch’s ottoman.

“Fine!” You said, turning back to your friends. After a second, you realized something and turned back to face him. “No kiss?”

He only stuck his tongue out at you to which you pouted in anger and did the same before turning around. However, you smiled once you felt him come up from behind you and place a peck on your cheek before going back to his spot on the couch.

“Awwww,” your group of friends cooed to which you and Bakugou both smiled and rolled your eyes.

—

Some more time passed and eventually, Mina and Kirishima both grew too tired (thanks to that college schedule) and signed off for the night. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one who stayed up with you to continue to do the work and was more than happy to help.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” You said to the electric blonde.

“And me.” Your boyfriend said with sass in the background of your screen.

You and Kaminari continued to work until you got to the 15th and final page. Like what was previously said, very easy, very simple, very short. All you had to do was finish this last page and you’d be done! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans and an expected knock was heard at your door.

“Ouu, is that the football player?” Kaminari cooed and teased knowing Bakugou would hear.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come in!” You kindly called.

“Yeah, COME IN!” Your boyfriend rudely said, setting himself up to sit a little straighter and look a little meaner.

To his surprise, in came a young boy who was dressed in his school representative hoodie and a pair of sweats. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Ryu!” You said to the young boy who took a seat next to you. “Katsuki, this is my next door neighbor, Ryu. Ryu, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Nice to meet you mister!” The boy said with excitement as he looked towards your “scary” boyfriend in the back.

“Hello Ryu.” Your boyfriend said in a defeated tone that he hid with a smile and wave towards the little boy. You smirked at your boyfriend as you recognized his tone. The tone he usually had when you proved him wrong. Ryu being the sweet boy he is also waved towards your friend at the camera to be polite.

“What’s up little man,” Kaminari said as a greeting. Ryu turned to you to pick up his little frenchie.

“Thanks for taking care of Natsu!” He said sweetly.

“Anytime kiddo!” You said, giving him the dog. Ryu pet his pup for a second before looking back at Bakugou and whispering to you. Luckily, it was loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Your boyfriend looks really cool!” He whispered excitedly.

“I know!” You whisper-yelled back with a smile. Kaminari let out a little laugh while Bakugou had a sad face. He felt guilty for wanting to come here to beat the shit out of a football player, only for that football player to be a cool lil kid who thought he was pretty cool too.

“Well thanks again! Bye now!” Ryu said before getting up and leaving with his dog. You waved at them until the door shut, you crossed your legs and smiled as Katsuki got up with a sigh and took Ryu’s seat next to you.

“Wow Bakugou, looks like you got some competition!” Kaminari teased. Bakugou only sighed and rubbed his temples with one hand before feeling you push on his shoulder.

“You gonna say you’re sorry~” you teasingly asked.

“You didn’t tell me he was 9!” He argued.

“You didn’t give me a chance!” You laughed out. Bakugou flopped onto his back as he began bantering with you. You both went back and forth and Kaminari chuckled to himself before signing off to let the cute couple have their time in privacy.

Bakugou remained on his back until you poked his face and he grabbed you before flipping the both of you over so that you were under him. He flopped down onto your body, getting comfortable on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to soothe him.

“Just wanted some attention from my baby.” He muffled out with a small blush. You smiled and looked towards your screen.

“Well Kaminari signed off, Natsu’s gone, and it’s just you and me. You now have my undivided attention, Suki.” You said. Bakugou sighed in content before going up to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good.” He said before tucking his head into the crevasse of your neck. You held him close while he played the small spoon and you both cuddled up nicely. If it was attention he wanted, it was attention he’d get.

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan

[dadsbongos]

suburban dad kaminari

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Denki Kaminari/Reader Warnings: fem pronouns Summary: You can definitely tell Daichi is Denki’s son. Word Count: 1.2 K ~~~

“I can go out there! Really, I can. I’m fine, man. I’m fine.”

“You need to take this time. You’re injured.”

“I’ve been cleared! Doc said I’m good!”

“Kaminari, I love you, man but you need to rest. I know you wanna get back on the field, but you need this break. Just go home. Spend some time with your wife and kid.”

“Well, I do like my wife and son.”

“I know, Kaminari.”

“I should go home.”

“I know, Kaminari.”

You were looking over emails from your boss when your phone buzzes and illuminates with the picture of your husband. Answering the call, you’re quick to greet the man lovingly, “Get fired?”

“Har-har,” Denki mumbles, “I got told to go home and take a break. Apparently Kirishima suddenly thinks it’s ‘unhealthy’ to keep being a hero when you just get out of the infirmary.”

“Kirishima’s always thought that. You just aren’t Deku so he’s never had to say that to you.”

“Well,” he purses his lips and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes, “I get to be home with my wife and son, so, still a win to me.”

“Wow, sounds like you have a crush on me,” you mutter, “I hope you don’t, though, cuz we’re just friends and all.”

“Right,” he chuckles, “We’re just super close friends and that’s why you married me and then we had a kid together? Cuz we’re besties?”

“Exactly,” you take a peek at the clock, “Since you’re already on your way home, can you pick Daichi up from school? I was going to do it, but you’re on your way and I have to respond to emails, so… I’m just like crazy busy. No way I could take a break.”

“Sounds like it,” Denki’s already pulling up to your son’s school when you say it, “And yeah, I’m already here. Got the message at work, definitely wasn’t worrying at all. Anyway. Be home in a bit. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Denks.”

He hangs up before getting out and going into the office. Grinning at his son, Denki kneels down and lets the boy practically tackle him with a hug before moving Daichi to sit over his hip while the office attendant comes to the front desk.

“Just need you to sign him out here, and you’ll be all ready to go.”

Denki nods, taking the pen and signing, “So, buddy, you puked in art class?”

“There were so many carrots…” Daichi huffed, putting his head down in the junction of his father’s shoulder.

“How did you even get carrots into art?” Denki gives the woman a smile and wave before heading back out to his car.

“We had carrots at snack time.”

“And the teacher gave you twenty in one sitting?”

Daichi’s quiet while Denki buckles him in before humming and shaking his head, “None of my friends wanted theirs.”

“So you… ate them all at once?” Denki moves around the car to get into the front seat and start the car. At his son’s confirming nod, Denki grins, patting the boy’s knee, “You’re definitely my boy.”

“Because I vomited carrots?”

He hesitates before coming to the conclusion that that’s exactly what he was saying, “Yeah, pretty much.”

It’s silent in the car for a few moments as Daichi thinks to himself, then his little voice pipes up from the backseat, “Dad?”

“Yeah, bubs?”

“How’re babies made?”

“Uh, good question,” Denki presses his lips into a thin line and nods in the midst of his panic, “Good question. Good, good, good, good question. Good question. Good question, Daichi.”

The little boy simply continues to stare at the back of his father’s head when he fails to genuinely answer the inquiry.

“So, where?”

“Uhh, you’ll probably have to ask your mom that one. She’s way smarter than I am.”

“Hmm, okay.”

“Do you not believe me? Cuz it’s true.”

“No,” Daichi whines, kicking his little legs out in the car seat, “I wanna know now.”

“We’re almost home, buddy.”

“We’re like hours away…”

“I’m pulling into the driveway now.”

“Hours to the door…”

In barely two minutes, Denki’s through the door and removing his shoes while Daichi struggles to undo his. Once he assists Daichi with his shoes, Denki pats the boy’s head to send him off into the house, “Go find Mom, I’m gonna get rid of our carrots.”

“No! I want more carrots,” Daichi retorts but rushes down the hall to your office anyway.

Denki pulls the vegetable drawer open and removes the carrots when you enter the kitchen with Daichi on your hip, “Hey, hey, we paid for those! No shot you’re throwing them out before they go bad.”

“But I don’t even like carrots.”

“Doesn’t sound like I asked,” you fauxly pout, setting Daichi down at the table and going over to your husband to boop his nose, “But if it makes you feel better, we don’t have to get them from the store.”

“Grocery list time?” Daichi turns in his chair, eyes wide and hands reaching out for a paper to write on, “I wanna write it!”

“Here you go, bubs,” Denki takes paper and a pen from a counter drawer and sets it in front of his son.

You list out things from the grocery store you need and Denki monitors your son’s spelling. As you hit a lull in listing and move onto double-checking whether or not you caught everything you need - Denki watches as Daichi begins to spell out his own name.

“Aw, babe,” he whispers, waving you over.

You come up beside Denki, tilting your head to rest it against his shoulder while he brings an arm around you so you both can watch your little boy test himself at writing his own name.

After dotting his final ‘i’, Daichi sits back and stares at the name before crossing it out. It was something he’d seen you and Denki do when you had retrieved the item on the list from the store. But when you did that, you didn’t look for the item anymore. You’d leave the other copies after crossing the word off the list. He just crossed himself off the list…

Daichi’s brows furrow and he turns back to his parents, eyes wide.

“What’s wrong, bubs?” Denki parts from your side to kneel before his son, “You okay?”

“Am I Daichi?” he murmurs.

“Yeah, sweetie,” you run your fingers through his hair hoping it stomps out any incoming meltdown, “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I crossed myself out - do I still exist?”

“Aw,” you teasingly coo into your husband’s ear, “He’s yours.”

“Very funny,” he’s sarcastic as he replies, pushing himself up to kiss his son’s forehead, “Yeah, bud, you exist,” he takes the list and pen before crossing out ‘milk’, “See? I crossed out milk?”

When Daichi nods, you go over to the fridge and pull out the nearly empty gallon to show your son, “But we still have this milk here, right? And there’s milk at the store, isn’t there?” he nods once again and you return the milk, “They don’t disappear, sweetie, so don’t worry - you’re definitely still here.”

“Yeah, bubs, no worries! You’re okay, the milk’s okay - everything’s fine.”

“I’m Daichi,” your son whispers to himself, “I’m okay.”

“Exactly,” you bend over and kiss his head, “Everything’s good, baby.”

“Everything’s okay…”

“And you’re still Daichi,” Denki pats the boy’s knee.

“Your son,” you poke your husband’s back.

Denki narrows his eyes at you jokingly, “You son, too.”

“Our son,” you grin, ruffling Daichi’s hair, “Who takes after you exponentially.”

“Jokes on you - I don’t even know what that word means.”

[penny-quinn]

Oh damn brother

Genre: fluff, kinda suggestive

Request: yea! By the beloved anon!

Enhypen sunghoon× reader.

Synopsis: when you drank all of sunghoon's drink cause you were thirsty and now, sunghoon was devouring you.... Why? Because you should responsibility of your actions.

Tagging: @definitely-not-kyuzu

Authors note: thankyou to beloved anon for the request. With ramen winning the majority, I am releasing this.... I have tried my best to capture the scene, but oh well; hope you all enjoy.

A glance!

" uhh, so spicy..mmm" sunghoon lets out as he started to chew through the spicy ramyeon...... With the spicy ramyeon challenge still on going every one seemed to have drowned in the spice pleading as their eyes were watery from the spice and lips burning.......

Giving up jay aka. your brother called you " Y/n-ahh, do we have iced water here at home?"

To which you shake your head to say " well, we do have ice and water but it'll take a few minutes to turn them as cold water cuz you know I don't want you to have a sore throat just cuz you had some ice"

Then Jake abruptly stands up as he curls his bangs with his index finger and says " hey, how about we go and buy some cold beverages while you cool the water?"

" Sure" you said as you now started to pick up all the bowls and thew the residues in to the garbage in the kitchen.

And with that said you placed some cool ice into the glass mugs and pour in some water.

Hearing the car honks you now started to wash the dishes. Now shaking your hands off while the water drops out of your hands you wiped it with the kitchen towel while heading outside.

" What's taking them so long" you said out loud as you drank your portion of water. With the sodium working its way, you felt thirstier then other days . Hence you ended up drinking sunghoon's portion as well, cause why not? He was your boyfriend after all.

Now refilling his, you immediately ran to the kitchen wiping the tables while the loud sound of the car doors comes....... The heat and sodium had made the boys dry, just the sight of water was enough to lure them to instantly gulp it down in one breathe....

Unlike others sunghoon found his weird. A few unmelted ice was lingering around....

And with that he excused himself to walk to wards the kitchen.

Tiptoeing he made his way to the kitchen, glancing at the sight of you wiping the table. " Y/n-ahh" he said in a sweet voice as he now took his steps towards you and slowly placed his hands on your waist which gave you invisible goosebumps

" Hoon, why are you here? You should be outside!" You said with a troubled smile. While his hands snaked around your waist as he bend down, placing his head on the your shoulders while wispering to your ears

" haven't you forgot something darling?"

" Did I?" You said sounding confused to which he immediately bit your ear lobes "yaa, what are you doing hoon! I'm working right now.... Even my brother is here...go to the porch" you ordered as your cheeks were on fire with embarrassment.

" Is that so? Then who was that? Who had drank my water? Wasn't that you sweetie? Since I feel thirsty let me devour you" he said as his lips start to give soft smooches around your neck which gave an eclectic feel. Working his way around as he now bit the skin on your neck making your heart jump while turning you towards himself. A smark now plastered as he gently wets his lips while tracing his fingers on your jawline.

" Breathe" he seductively said while making you very much aware of his presence as you finally let go of the air you'd held for God knows when and how long.

Sunghoon's lips which now made its way towards your cheeks accelerating your heartbeat. You hands clutched to the table while your toes curled and unrolled.

Sweet, he thought as he gazed at your eyes which withhold the innocence and embarrassment yet also a hint of yearning.

With lite peaks all over your face your lips now trembled; capturing them with his lips Enclosing all the air as both moved insync. Devouring your lips as he now sucked your bottom lips and nibbling . With things escalating quickly,

" He-- WHAT ARE YOU BOTH DOING IN MY HOUSE!" Jay now stormed..... His beloved sister making out in his home;

" Gosh, you love birds... Come out side!" Said jay as he now left muttering " eww, disgusting"

"Oh no, noooo" you thought while blood rushed to your face making you go red in embarrassment. "YAAA, it all because you" you said while pouting and pointing your index finger to his chest as he now embraced you.....it felt like the time had stopped for the both of you. But in your head a thousand thoughts were running around, Finally preparing yourself mentally you held hands with sunghoon as you held outside.

[triplexdoublex]

Alpha Omega

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦

A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)

College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.

“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.

“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.

“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.

“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.

“Hey Cols, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”

“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.

“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.

“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.

“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”

“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”

“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’

“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.

“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.

“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”

“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.

***************************

The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head

“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.

“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.

“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”

“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling  the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”

“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”

“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.

“You threw up on them,” he answers.

“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”

“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”

“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”

“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.

You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”

“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.

He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?” 

You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.

“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”

“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.

“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”

“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.

“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”

“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.

Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.

*******************

“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”

“Awww, you have a daughter?”

“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.  

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”

“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.

“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.

“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.

“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”

“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”

“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.

“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.

**************************************

The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.

“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”

“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is!  My girls always cum,” he smirks. 

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?

“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.

“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”

“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.

“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.

The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.

“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence

“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”

“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”

“Are--are you saying you wanna — “

“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”

“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.

“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.

“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”

You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.

“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.

You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.

“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you. 

With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.

“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.

All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.

Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.

“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.

“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper.

“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.

To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He  grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.

“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!”  you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.

“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.

‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling  out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach. 

“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.” 

“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”

“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.

“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”

[2dmenenthusiast]

Grounded - Levi Ackerman x Reader

I had this whole thing typed out but it all got deleted cuz im an idiot so all I’ll say is that writing for Levi is hella difficicult, I hate the ending, and I hope you all enjoy. also yes there is a line from TWD in here but it fit so perfectly and it was too good to pass up okay? and I gave Hange they/them pronouns btw

(also one of my favorite fanfic writers @phen0l​ followed me and uhh I just wanna say that I’m honored?? They write amazing Levi fics and fics for other fandoms, so make sure to go check them out)

Summary: The Scouts are getting ready for the 57th expedition outside the walls, and you can’t help but let Levi know how worried you feel about the possible outcome of the mission

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings/other info: swearing, angst, death, spoilers for AOT season 1, reader has possible anxiety, reader is kept gender nuetral

No matter how many times you face them, no matter how many times you find yourself suspended in mid-air right over their gaping mouths, ready to swallow you whole, you will always have nightmares about that one fateful day in Shiganshina. The day the Colossal Titan kicked in Wall Maria and let his friends feast on the people in your district. Your friends, family, all destined to be one thing at that moment. Titan fodder. You still wonder how you made it out sometimes. How through all the commotion, a titan didn’t target you and scoop you into its mouth, effectively sealing your fate just like everyone around you. You chalked it up to luck at first before telling yourself that was bullshit. Luck didn’t have anything to do with it. Shit just happens, and there’s nothing you can do about it besides roll with the punches and try your best to survive.

The sight of your sister and father being eaten by those beasts was permanently engraved behind your eyelids, seeing flashes of their thrashing, screaming bodies whenever you close your eyes to go to sleep. In those moments, you always wondered why you survived rather than them. Your sister… she was the sweetest little thing, lighting up a room whenever she smiled and constantly greeting you at the door with a hug whenever you came back from shopping in town. You swore her laugh was all you needed to take you right out of a bad mood, reminding you that things weren’t so bad if you had someone so full of joy in your life. And your father, while he was stubborn, he made sure to take care of his family the best he could, and you were forever grateful for that. He raised you to be strong and rely on yourself because in the end, the only person you truly had on your side was you.

No one really knew about your past. Well, besides your superiors who needed to know, but other than them, your fellow cadets knew the bare minimum about your private life. Although, when they found out you were from Shiganshina, they all just automatically assumed you suffered a great loss of some kind, whether it be your family or your home. In your case, it was both. Of course, you were close with some of the other soldiers. Eld and Petra were people you considered to be good friends with, along with the rest of your captain’s squad. Though, that didn’t stop you from wanting to deck Oluo in the face whenever he got too cocky, throwing his arm around your shoulders during lunch before immediately removing it when you would elbow him in the ribs.

“Jeez, Oluo. You think you’d learn by now. What is this, the fifth, sixth time?” Petra asked, pushing a stray hand of hair behind her ear.

“Seventh,” you chimed as you brought a spoonful of soup up to your mouth.

“Aw, you’ve been keeping count. That must mean you actually like me.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked over at him, placing the spoon back in your bowl before licking the remaining soup off of your lips. “You know this food is still steaming. Don’t make me throw it at your old ass face.”

He let out a noise of protest while the rest of the table laughed, and you snickered to yourself before shifting your gaze to meet Levi’s, his steely eyes almost piercing through you before he looked down into his cup and tuned back into the conversation his commander and squad leader Hange were having, watching as the dark liquid swirled around.

You always knew Levi to be a man of few words, but a strong sense of purpose. He wasn’t one to waste time on trivial things, always wanting to get straight to the point. He didn’t seem to be the type to waste time on feelings either, but you guessed it wasn’t any of your business. You knew he felt things. Experienced emotions and all that. You’d be stupid to think he didn’t. During training, when he’d survey your group to see how things were going, there would always be gossip when he left, your peers saying how he was cold and emotionless, but you disagreed. You had already heard the rumors of the captain being some type of underground gangster at that point, so when you really thought about it, it wasn’t unusual or weird for him to act the way he did. Something, someone, had made him that way, and that was okay. Something had affected all of you too. The world you all lived in didn’t have the time to spare you from grief or trauma.

“Cadet l/n.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden mention of your name, lifting your head to see your captain entering the mess hall with a signature cup of tea in his hand, and you gave him a lazy smile before looking back down at your own cup, the liquid having gone cold over the time you had been sitting there. Levi didn’t reprimand you for not saluting him, just silently walked over and occupied the seat across from you, looking at you with that stern gaze of his.

“You should be asleep. I won’t make training any easier for you tomorrow just because you’re tired.”

“This isn’t unusual for me, captain. Just needed something else to look at that wasn’t my bedroom wall,” you said, your voice quiet.

He slightly tilted his head as he studied you, lifting his hand to gesture around the room. “And you thought an empty mess hall would be better?”

You let out a scoff, meeting his eyes for a moment before sipping at your drink and immediately grimacing at the taste of it. “It’s better than the alternative. For now, at least.”

He didn’t respond at first, simply staring off into the distance as he let your words sink in before setting down his cup with a soft ‘clink.’ You thought that maybe if you weren’t so over everything at the moment, you wouldn’t be acting so casual with your superior, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Hopefully this wouldn’t bite you in the ass later

“You’re not the first one here to experience nightmares, you know.”

“Oh, so you have this talk with all of the cadets in the middle of the night?”

“No,” he answered simply, taking another sip of his drink.

You didn’t know why, but that simple interaction had been the best one you had with another person in months. Sure, you loved the company of your friends, but talking to Levi was just so… different. Almost liberating in a way. There were things you had told him that you never told anyone else during your late-night meetings, and it got to the point where you had found yourself looking forward to talking with him. Because you knew that behind his gaze was a man that felt so much, and you knew what that was like.

“You know… I only really made it out because they were too busy eating my family.”

Levi paused at that, eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at you over his cup that was pressed to his lips. He didn’t speak at first, taking his time as he leisurely drank his tea, and you could practically feel the depth of the silence looming over the both of you like it was its own presence.

“Shit, maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” you thought, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you anxiously waited for Levi’s response.

You didn’t want him to pity you. That was never your intention. You guessed you just.... wanted someone to know what you were thinking and feeling, tired of constantly keeping it to yourself. If you got eaten by a titan one day, you’d at least want someone to know who you were. Who you really were.

“Sorry, I um…” you looked around at everything besides the man sitting in front of you, trying to find a way to fill the silence. “You probably don’t wanna hear some sob story from some cadet, I-”

“‘Some cadet?’”

Your eyes snapped over to his, mouth slightly agape before swallowing thickly. “I… Well I mean-”

“Talking like that about yourself isn’t going to change anything or make anything better. You’re not just some cadet, and I’m even willing to say that you’re not as bad as some of the shit-for-brains we have here. You came here to do the same thing everyone else is here to do. Fight for humanity. Whether your end goal is selfish or to try and relieve yourself of some guilt from the past, it doesn’t matter.” He leaned closer to you, elbows placed on the table as he pinned you with his gaze. “Every life sacrificed out there matters. So does yours, even if you don’t think it does. And it’s our job to make sure those soldiers don’t die in vain. 

You didn’t know what to say. No one had ever really talked to you like this, so how could you know how to respond? Luckily, he started speaking again so that you didn’t have to.

“Your family…  it’s a shame what happened to them. What you had to go through. But, their deaths will be avenged, and I will make damn sure of it.”

That night was the first time you cried in probably months. You thought Levi would think of you as some pathetic little soldier, trying to gain the sympathy of their captain, but he didn’t. He just placed a hand over yours and let you cry, and you remembered how you were sort of surprised by how warm he was. You remember that talk like it was only yesterday when in reality it was years ago. You and Levi didn’t talk as much as you used to, considering the fact that he was constantly busy with helping the titan shifter cadet, Eren Jaeger, and you had been recruited to squad leader, so you had your own people to deal with. But that didn’t mean you two never spoke. Whenever your paths crossed, you’d make sure to give him a little greeting, whether it was a simple wave or a “hello.” And occasionally, when you couldn’t sleep and you’d come down to the mess hall, he was there, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, and you’d talk for a few hours until you both agreed it was time to try and catch some sleep.

Now, the soldiers were getting ready for the 57th expedition, and you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling you got whenever you thought about it. Of course, every expedition was dangerous. More often than not, the scouts would come back from outside the walls with more than a few dead, and on bad days, their numbers would be cut in half. Eren was making progress, and you hoped he would be useful, but a part of you was still doubtful.

“I’m worried,” you stated, arms crossed over your chest as you stood next to Levi, watching the cadets train vigorously.

“You always worry.”

You glanced over at the man and huffed, seeing him completely focused on the soldiers before you lightly kicked your boot into the dirt. “I guess that’s kinda my thing, isn’t it? Can you blame me though? We’ve seen what Eren can do, but… he hardly has it under control. And this isn’t exactly a normal expedition.”

“Things will turn out the way they turn out. There’s nothing we can do except make sure things go the best way they can.”

You sighed. Levi was able to reassure you most of the time, but other times he did nothing to calm your nerves. It wasn’t his job to, though. His responses were straightforward, and if you didn’t like it then that was just something you had to deal with.

“Ever the optimist, Levi,” you said, a sarcastic lilt to your voice, and you smiled when he glanced at you before shaking his head.

“Hey! You’re not here to slack off. Pick up the pace before I make you all train through dinner.”

You were used to Levi giving out orders. Hell, he gave them to you all the time, but his commanding voice sent shivers down your spine at that moment.

“He’s a freaking tiny tyrant, I swear,” you heard one of the cadets mutter, and you couldn’t help but snicker as you turned your head away from your captain, covering your mouth to conceal your smile.

“Find something funny?”

You cleared your throat as you shook your head, turning to Levi with a grin and shrugging your shoulders. “Not at all, captain. Just have a little cough is all.”

“Mhm. Maybe I should make you run it off then.”

“Aw c’mon, Levi. Have a little laugh. We all need one once in a while, especially considering the day you’re all going to have tomorrow.”

He just let out a hum, and your smile slowly dropped as you looked out at the horizon, the sky painted in beautiful strokes of orange and pink. Yes, you were right, you all needed those small moments of joy in this fucked up world you lived in, but you weren’t stupid enough to believe that those moments could last forever. Sometimes you just had to face the reality of the situation you were all in, and you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled you as you thought about tomorrow.

“You’re overthinking. Stop it,” Levi said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head and gave him a smile that felt bittersweet. “I can’t help it sometimes. I wish I could go with you.”

“We have enough force and skill in the recruits we have for the expedition. It would be a waste to put you and your squad into it and leave you hanging with no real job to do.”

“No real job? We’d be doing what everyone else would be; killing titans and keeping Eren safe! How would we not be useful? You know for a fact that my squad and I are plenty skilled and-”

“We can’t risk more sacrifices by putting you out there. We have enough people to hopefully accomplish what we need to.”

“Then why wasn’t my squad a first choice to go beyond the walls this time? We’re more capable than most of the people here and you know it. Maybe if I talk to Erwin he’ll-”

“This wasn’t just Erwin’s decision, it was mine. And your insubordination is starting to get irritating, so I suggest you take a walk.”

You looked at Levi with widened eyes, disbelief clear on your face, and you swallowed down what you actually wanted to say before letting out a deep breath.

“Levi, I-”

“Take a walk, l/n. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

You simply blinked at him a few times, clearly upset by the way he addressed you, before letting out a scoff and walking away, your jaw and fists clenched tightly. Yes, maybe you were being a bit childish, but you refused to acknowledge that when you felt so pissed at the moment.

“I mean, how can he just treat me like that?! Just completely dismiss me and not even give me a reasonable answer! He’s so… He’s just so… Ugh!”

You groaned and rested your head in your hands as you sat across from Hange, your friend looking at you with raised brows as they idly tapped their fingers against the table.

“I mean, he is your superior, y/n.”

“But that’s not the point! Like, yeah okay, I know he’s my captain and all that, but… We’ve always just been casual with each other. We’ve never seen each other as our ranks. I still respect him and follow his orders when he gives them but…” You let out a noise of frustration and slammed your fists down on the table. “That doesn’t give him the right to just pull out the superiority card whenever it benefits him!”

Hange blinked a few times before letting out a sigh, brushing a piece of stray hair out of their face as they leaned back in their chair, shrugging their shoulders. “I mean, he said it was also his decision, right? So maybe… he’s trying to keep you safe?”

Your eyes widened almost comically, feeling heat travel up the back of your neck at the mention of the possibility that Levi was concerned about your safety. “I-I… I mean he- um.”

“Oh my, are you getting flustered, y/n? Does the thought of Levi caring about you make your heart race?” Hange asked, a playful smirk on their face.

“Stop! For the love of everything, please stop,” you whined, waving your hands in front of you as you tried to ignore how embarrassed you felt. 

Hange just laughed at you, continuing to poke fun until you threatened to not be a part of their crazy experiments anymore, to which they quickly backed off. You thought talking with Hange might make you feel better, but hours later when you were pacing in front of the door to Levi’s office, you still wanted to rip your hair out as you thought of what to say to him. Letting out a huff and straightening your posture, trying to gain some nerve, you raised your hand to knock on the door, only for it to suddenly open and reveal your captain, his cravat having come off and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

“Your incessant pacing is driving me up the wall. What do you want?”

Oh, so he had heard you. You avoided eye-contact, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of your neck before clearing your throat to try and relieve some of the awkwardness you felt.

“Um… can I come in?”

You both stood there for a moment, Levi’s gaze traveling up and down your body before stepping aside to let you in, and you gave him a small, appreciative nod as you walked inside his office. The tension in your shoulders was almost painful, your whole body almost stiff as Levi walked in front of you to sit on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was only Levi, a man you had come to know for years. And while you didn’t know everything about him, you still considered you both to be somewhat close. So why were you feeling so weird right now?

“Uh… I wanted to talk about this afternoon,” you said, mindlessly fidgeting with your fingers.

Levi raised a curious brow, letting you linger in silence for a moment before letting out a soft hum. “Not sure it’s something worth talking about.”

Lips curving into a small frown, you mimicked his posture and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one foot. “Well, I think we left some things… unaddressed back there, and I wanna talk about it.”

He didn’t say anything, and you were starting to get pissed, your fuse short enough as it is. Your frustration finally hit its peak when he grabbed the cup of tea next to him and wordlessly took a sip, and you swore at that moment you wanted to take the cup and smash it against his head.

“Goddammit, would you stop drinking your stupid fucking tea and listen to me?!” you yelled, and you could see a flash of shock in his eyes at your outburst before he glared at you, setting his cup down.

“You wanna repeat that?”

“Oh, don’t get all fucking ‘Captain Levi’ on me. You know exactly what all of this is about. You didn’t even try to give me a reasonable explanation earlier, and I feel like I deserve one.”

“Do you? You think you deserve something for acting like this?”

“I’m not a child!”

“But I am your superior, which you seem to forget quite a lot.”

“That is such bullshit! Since when have you given two fucks about ranks when it comes to us? I follow your orders when I have to, not when you use your superiority when it’s most convenient for you.” 

Levi clicked his tongue as he got off of his desk, rounding it to sit in his chair, and your fists were clenched so tightly it was becoming almost painful, your nails digging into your palms.

“You know, you say you’re not a child, yet you constantly act like one. Throwing a fit when you don’t get your way. Sometimes I wonder why Erwin made the decision to promote you.”

Your eyes widened as you softly gasped, questioning if you heard Levi correctly, but you know you did. There was no mistaking it. You always believed that Levi knew that you were capable, that you could protect yourself. But now he made you question if he really thought those things. Did he even respect you as a soldier? After countless nights of spilling your guts to him and him reassuring you… did he think of you as just some simple-minded cadet? You felt like your heart was in your throat and tears were threatening to spill, but you just swallowed everything down and turned your head away.

“Good luck on the expedition tomorrow,” you muttered, and you were quick to leave his office and rush back to your room, tears spilling down your cheeks.

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When it came time for your fellow scouts to leave for the expedition in the morning, you were a bit reluctant to watch them, knowing that you’d end up automatically spotting Levi in the crowd, and the petty side of you wanted to ignore him at all costs. However, the rational side of you remembered that it wasn’t just Levi going out there, it was other soldiers as well, most of them you knew personally, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give them a proper send-off, knowing the likelihood of some of them not making it back. So, you dragged yourself out of bed and made yourself presentable, slipping on your jacket as you stepped out of your room.

“Y/n!”

You turned at the shout of your name, seeing Hange waving excitedly at you as they jogged down the hall, slowing down to walk with you.

“So? How did it go with Captain Shorty?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, bringing your fingers up to rub at your temples to try and cease the headache you already felt coming. “I don’t even wanna talk about it.”

“Dang, that bad, huh?” Hange grimaced.

“You have no idea. I just wanna forget about it”

Hange didn’t say anything more on the topic after that, simply talking about random things with you as you walked outside to the stables. You had a bad feeling settled in your stomach ever since you woke up, but as more time passed it just got worse.

“Hange,” you muttered, the squad leader turning towards you with raised eyebrows as they held the reins to their horse.

“Uh… Please be careful out there, okay?”

Hange looked shocked for a moment before their mouth split into a wide grin, and they quickly pulled you into a tight hug, which you immediately reciprocated.

“Aw, y/n! Don’t worry about me, I’m always careful!”

“That is such a lie, but I’ll believe you anyway,” you chuckled.

Pulling away from each other, Hange mounted their horse and joined the rest of the scouts at the gate, and you went to stand at the sidelines with the rest of your peers to watch them. Your eyes immediately caught sight of a head of familiar black hair, and you felt your heart grow heavy and your chest tighten, almost wishing he would feel your gaze and look over at you. But he didn’t and with Erwin’s war-cry, they charged through the open gate, the horses kicking up dirt and dust, and you only got a glance at their retreating figures before the gate was closed again.

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Every minute that ticked by felt like hours. You didn’t know how long they would be gone, the time usually spent outside the walls ranging from a few hours to a few days. You hoped it was the former, knowing that the longer they were out there, the more likely they were to get killed. You knew your comrades were skilled, having been outside the walls with them and seen their skills up close, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Now with the Eren being a titan shifter and a traitor in your midst, anything could happen.

You almost didn’t acknowledge the shouting of your fellow soldiers that afternoon, too focused on taking care of some of the horses in the stables. But when you finally heard it, you quickly stopped what you were doing and ran to the gate. They were back. Adrenaline coursed through you as your heart pounded like a drum against your chest, and when you finally caught sight of the returning scouts, you immediately stopped in your tracks. The look on their faces was one of defeat, and you could already tell just by looking at them that not all of them made it back. When you spotted Hange, you felt some relief wash over you and you quickly made your way over to them, walking beside their horse.

“Hange, what happened? Was the mission successful?”

Hange didn’t answer, a blank look on their face, which was identical to the expressions on all of the other soldier’s faces. It was a bad day, that much you could tell, and you made brief eye-contact with Levi before looking for your friends. Only… you couldn’t see them. Turning around frantically, you spotted Eren laying in a cart and ran over, jumping in beside him as you glanced at his hand clutching Mikasa’s. He looked even worse than everyone else did. No, loss was never easy, but Eren was just a kid, and experiencing so much of it at his age must have been devastating for him, especially when he was so passionate about saving humanity.

“Eren, tell me what happened. Who… Who did we lose?” you asked.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to know the answer, seeing Eren so broken and torn up already told you that what happened out there wasn’t good, but when was it ever? The boy had tears falling down his cheeks, trying to keep his sobs quiet, and Mikasa just looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t think right now’s a good time-”

“Please!” You gripped the cape that was laid over top of Eren, eyes focussed on the blue and white wings embroidered on the back and you sniffled as you tried to hold back the tears that were desperately trying to come out. “I… I need to know. Please, Eren…”

He stared at you with wide eyes, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed before letting out a shuddered breath. “They… We were after the female titan and she… I couldn’t save them, y/n. They died protecting me!”

Your face seemed void of any emotion as Eren’s words sunk in, piercing your heart like a million knives, and all you did was nod silently before jumping out of the cart, your mind going on autopilot as you walked. You didn’t need him to explain who he was talking about for you to already put the pieces together. Levi had told you that Eren was going to be a part of his squad so that he could keep an eye on him, and his squad was in charge of protecting him. He had become humanity’s number one asset after all. Civilians were shouting at all of you, cursing at you and hurling insults at your face. You weren’t even one of the scouts on the expedition, but that didn’t matter. As long as you wore the wings of freedom on your back, you were a bastard like the rest of them. No more, no less.

You had stumbled too close to the crowd, too preoccupied with your thoughts to even notice, until a large man gripped your shoulders and pushed you in front of the horses, your body landing harshly in the dirt as some of the people laughed at you. You heard someone shout your name, but it sounded distant to you, everyone’s drowned out underneath the roaring of your thoughts. You shifted yourself onto your hands and knees, only to look up and see Hange crouched down in front of you, a concerned expression on their face.

“Y/n, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

There was a ringing in your ears as you looked at them, trying desperately to just get a grip.

The dirt under my hands, the dryness in my mouth, the shouts of the citizens, the musty smell of the horses… Hange right in front of me.

“I’m fine. I… I’m fine.”

The single tear slipping down your cheek went unnoticed by you, but it was one of the things that let Hange know that you were lying. That you weren’t fine. Reaching out to wipe the tear away Hange shook their head.

“Y/n-”

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

Giving Hange a tight-lipped smile, you picked yourself up off the ground and made your way back to the Scout’s headquarters, feeling everyone’s eyes on your back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Levi was watching you too.

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You didn’t keep track of how long you cried that day, keeping yourself locked in your room and sobbing until your body physically couldn’t produce any more tears. The last time you cried this much was when your family died, same thing could be said when you thought about the last time you felt this way. Like all hope was lost. You found yourself questioning what the point of all of this was for a moment before you quickly slapped yourself out of that thought. You knew why you had to do this, why the Survey Corps was important. But shit, all this loss? You didn’t know how much more you could take. Especially if days like today became more frequent.

Then you got to thinking about Levi and the stupid argument you had yesterday. At the time, you felt like your feelings were justified, and maybe they were, but now you felt like a complete idiot for arguing with him, especially the day before an expedition where it was one hundred percent possible that he could’ve died out there. The thought of your last interaction being some petty argument made more tears fall, and you gripped the sheets of your bed so tightly that you thought they might rip. Did he even want to speak to you now? Maybe he realized that you were just some immature little soldier and wanted nothing to do with you.

No, you couldn’t accept that. You wouldn’t. Standing from your bed, you harshly wiped at your eyes and sniffled, trying to look like you weren’t crying for hours on end - even though it was pointless, you knew Levi would be able to tell immediately - and exited your room to start making your way to Levi’s office. Your nerves were kicked into high gear, but you refused to let this man intimidate you. You were going to let him know how you felt and he was going to listen. Of course, your confidence immediately deflated when you found yourself standing in front of his door, but you swallowed down your nerves and knocked, taking a deep breath.

Levi’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door, telling you to come in, and you let out a small huff as you gripped the doorknob and let yourself in. He didn’t even look up from the paperwork in front of him when you walked in, and as the door closed behind you and you moved to stand in front of his desk with your hands held behind your back, you lightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you could feel yourself shrink under his gaze. There was no doubt he saw what happened earlier today when they came back, and from the way he was examining you, you knew he could easily tell that you had been crying.

“Did you need me?” he asked, and you sharply inhaled at the sound of his voice. It felt like forever since he talked to you last, and hearing him speak made your stomach do flips.

“Uh… I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t really practice what I was going to say before I came in here.”

He raised a brow at you. “‘Practice?’”

“I mean, it’s kinda hard to talk to you. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just… Ah shit, I don’t know. It might just be me. I’m not the best at articulating, you know?”

He hummed and grabbed his cup as you let out a sigh, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and leaning your elbows on your knees, bouncing your leg. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wordlessly gazed at him for a moment, a made-up image of his death flashing in your mind before you shook your head and ran your hand down your face.

“Look, um… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for yesterday. For questioning your judgment when I should’ve just dealt with it. You’re my superior and I disrespected you so… Again, I’m sorry.”

Silence fell between you for a moment before he let out a sigh, setting down his cup before leaning his chin against his propped up hand. “Don’t apologize. You were right.”

Your eyes widened. Did you hear that correctly? “Uh, I’m sorry?”

Getting up from his seat, he rounded his desk to stand in front of you, and you were even more confused. You swore he would’ve been done with you by now.

“You said you and your squad were more than capable of handling the mission. You were right. Or at least, you were right at the time. The female titan would’ve wiped us all out if she wanted to, just like she did my squad. I don’t doubt that if you went after her, you’d be dead right now too.”

You stiffened slightly at his words, fingers gripping your knees as you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “Oh.”

“As captain, I’m supposed to remain unbiased. My decisions should be based on the greater good of humanity and my comrades. If my judgment is wrong, then that’s something I have to live with. Making my squad protect Eren was my decision, and they died.” He let out a long breath. “When Erwin decided to not bring you on the expedition, I was opposed to it at first. I knew that you and your squad would be able to aid us greatly, but I couldn’t sway him. However, now that I think about it, I’m glad you weren’t there.”

You were at a loss for words. When Hange had joked the other day about Levi caring about you, you didn’t take it seriously. But now that you were hearing all of this… Did he care for you? Or was it just your wishful thinking that was causing you to interpret things wrong? Slowly standing up, you briefly met his gaze before walking over to the window and looking out at the night sky, the sun having gone down a while ago, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you tried to piece together what you wanted to say to him.

“Even if you think I was right, I’m still sorry. I don’t like arguing, especially with you. And the fact that you had to go on an expedition the next day…” You swallowed thickly. “I was scared. I know you say that there’s no use regretting the decisions we’ve made, but if you died out there today and a stupid argument was the last interaction we ever had, I would’ve regretted it every day of my life.” You turned to face him, eyes glossing over. “I would’ve beat myself up when I know you’d want me to continue to be strong. But I feel like I can’t do that without you, and I feel so weak and stupid for saying that. For feeling like the only thing that gives me hope in this godforsaken world is you.”

Levi remained silent, not that you expected him to say anything, and you sniffled as you reached up to wipe at your teary eyes before sighing and giving him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t wanna hear some silly confession. I’ll let you get back to your business,” you said, walking past Levi to get to the door, but you didn’t make it that far when his hand suddenly shot out and gripped your arm, causing you to turn back and look at him.

“Why do you always do that?”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You never take yourself seriously and act like the people around you don’t either. You’re self-deprecating. You did the same thing when I found you in the mess hall years ago. Why?”

“I… I don’t know, I guess I just get nervous around you.”

“Why?”

Your mouth felt dry suddenly, and your heart was racing as Levi’s grip on your arm tightened and he pulled you closer. “Because… I want to be strong in front of you. I don’t want you to see me as someone immature and incapable, and I’m scared of embarrassing myself in front of you.”

“Did you find your confession embarrassing? Do you want me to forget about it?”

“If you want to.”

“Mm. And what if I don’t?”

You let out a shuddered breath, eyes flitting down to his lips for a moment. “Then what will you do about it?”

Neither of you moved at first, your gaze not leaving one another, and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, it was going so fast. You wondered if Levi was experiencing the same feeling. Wondered if underneath that stoic, calm expression, his blood was pumping in his ears and his pulse was going crazy. You were waiting for him to do something, anything, as he stared at you with an almost challenging look. It made anger flare up in you for some reason, and you clenched your jaw as you narrowed your eyes. 

No, I won’t let this get away from me.

Reaching up, your hand grabbed at his cravat, yanking him forward into an almost desperate kiss that had your mind reeling. His brows were scrunched up, body tense, before finally relaxing, and you could feel him almost melt into you as he brought both of his hands up to hold your face, eagerly responding. Your frustration had been building up ever since your fight, and you felt like you were both letting it all out now, each kiss hungry and rushed, barely able to pull your faces away before one of you was pulling the other one in again.

“Fuck, I can’t stand you sometimes,” you breathed out between kisses, fingers weaving into Levi’s dark locks and lightly tugging, causing him to let out a soft groan against your lips.

“Stop talking.”

You don’t know when the anxiety started bubbling in your stomach or why your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your throat, all you knew was that every sensation was suddenly overwhelming. Levi’s hands, his lips, his breath against your face, it was all too much. You were suddenly pushing him away, tears quickly building up behind your eyes as you panted for breath. Whether it be from the desperateness of your kisses, or the constricting of your chest, you didn’t know. You just knew that everything was suddenly hitting you at once, and you couldn't get a grasp on how to deal with it.

“Y/n…”

Right, Levi was still here, and he looked at you with a hand slightly reached out, waiting for you to meet him halfway. You hesitated, staring at his hand like you were trying to see through it, before eventually grabbing it, and he slowly pulled you into his chest. Your arms were limp at your sides, silent tears streaming down your face as Levi held you.

“They’d be proud of you, y/n. You know that.”

You felt like you had been falling all of your life, nothing to stop you, nothing to hold onto as you plummeted through an endless abyss. But now, as you brought your hands up to grip the back of Levi’s jacket and sobbed into his shoulder, for once, you felt like your feet had finally found the ground.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 21 (07/05/21)

Astro is missing from this session, so they're playing with 9 people.

Brody: Shh. Zip it. Joker: Why? Brody: Shush. Shush. Joker: Why? Why? You’re not the boss of me. Brody: I’m telling you to shush. Skizz: That’s- I think I’ve killed for less.

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*Mrs Tango’s body is reported* Evil, immediately: I think Impulse did it. Impulse, dead: Totally. Skizz: You should be able to vote for dead people just out of spite.

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Etho: *reports a body* Etho: Okay, okay, everybody. I need explanations from three people. Endless: Yeaaaahhh that was WEIRD what just happened THERE. Joker: Shut up, Endless!

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Tango: Are Impulse and Etho vouching for each other? Impulse: Yes. Cuz we- Etho: No. Impulse: What?! You don’t wanna vouch for- You SAW me! You RAN AWAY from me!

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Skizz: *again changes his hairstyle to the one Joker hates most* Skizz: That’s for you, Joker. Joker: Why, Skizz?! Why?! Skizz: Because you hate it. That’s all I need. Joker: Well THAT’s rude. I thought we turned over a new leaf. Skizz: You’re confusing rude with delicious. Joker: You suck.

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*Impulse said “oh you found it” when he saw Tango run into nav and report Brody’s body* Tango: Care to explain that, Impulse? Impulse: I saw you report a body and said “Oh, you found it.” *pause* Impulse: Okay, if you’re gonna find that sus, vote me out. Etho: IT has a name. ITS name is Brody, okay? Impulse: I was just saying you found a body! But it literally couldn’t be me, Etho and I just split up in storage. Tango: Why would you say “it”? That’s just weird. Impulse: I say whatever I want, Tango.

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Joker: I’m voting for Skizz, cuz his hair is just disgusting. Skizz: That’s not a good reason, okay? That doesn’t hold up in court. Joker: That’s a GREAT reason. It looks like a dumpster fire. Skizz: You’re gonna bury your nose in my hair in this next round. Joker: Oh God! Skizz: You’re gonna accept me for who I am. Joker: You hear this, guys? He’s gonna kill me.

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Tango: I looked in reactor, there were two Jokers. They were, like, playing patty cakes and one of them fell over with half a body. Skizz: ONE is too many, so we’re fine.

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Endless: Mrs Tango, are you lovers with Etho? Mrs Tango: Uhhhhhh… In real life? No. Endless: NO, IN THE GAME!!!

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Evil: Skizz was following me the whole way here, he was trying to get me to admit that I heard him say “it’s Evil”. Skizz: YES, dude. Last round. I needed you to know that. Evil: Mmhmm. Skizz: I was trying to help you with one of your tells, dude. You said “I’m so confused” and I went “it’s Evil”. Because you’re never confused. Evil: Oh no, I’m ALWAYS confused.

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Joker: Nobody’s gonna take you seriously, Skizz, cuz you got that stupid hair on. Skizz: JOKER ZIP IT!!

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Joker: I think it’s Skizz, cuz that hair sucks. Skizz: ENOUGH outta you and my hair! The hair’s gorgeous. Joker: It’s disgusting. Skizz: You need to accept me for who I am, Joker. Joker: I DO accept you, I just don’t accept your hair. Skizz: Well I accept you and your stupid face.

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*Impulse runs away from Skizz and Joker, who are still arguing* Skizz: Get outta here, neon booger! Joker: Don’t call me a neon booger, you trash-! *Impulse goes out of earshot* Impulse: Ohh. Okay. Alright alright. Whew. Tensions are high tonight.

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Evil: I saw [Joker] heading toward the vent as her body fell. Joker: What?! Evil: Lower engine- Skizz: That’s enough for me! *votes* Joker: Oh shut up, you! You know what, you’re just voting for me now cuz-! Skizz: The hair has spoken. Joker: The hair speaks a lot of crap.

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Tango: Why would [Endless] sheriff that early, though? Brody: Why would anyone sheriff that early? Evil, who has done that exact thing: I DON’T KNOW, TANGO, WHY WOULD SOMEONE SHERIFF THAT EARLY?

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*after Joker won as jester because Tango mayored him* Brody: So which one of you was the mayor? Cuz I hate you. Impulse: It was obviously Tango. Tango: It was Impulse. Impulse: I was DEAD.

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Joker: It’s not me. I’m not anything. But whatever. Brody: You’re something in my book. Joker: Aw, thanks, buddy. Endless: Well you’re nothing to me.

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Evil: So why did you kill Skizz, Brody? Brody: Don’t put that evil on me, my friend. Evil: Oh I’ll put this evil ALL over you. Brody: Uh… Uhh… Endless: YEAH you will ;) Brody: I don’t like that.

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Impulse: Who all just turned on lights? Skizz: I did. Etho: I was there. Endless: I have the torch so I don’t care about lights. Suck it.

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Skizz: So who was partners with useless Joker? Tango: Me. Joker: Shut up, Skizz.

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Skizz: I don’t have super proof, but this was in O2 and the only person I saw in the vicinity was Mrs Pinky. Endless: I’m okay with that. I don’t like her… cotton candy bow.

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*Etho’s body is reported* Endless: Well it’s not Etho, CLEARLY. Evil: What’s hilarious is I just said “there are so many locked doors, I’m sus of Etho”, then I open the door, I walk through, and there’s Etho’s body. Endless: That’s what I said too. Tango: Maybe he squished himself in the doors.

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Skizz, being ejected: God, all I do is tell the truth and you guys are IDIOTS! Brody: That’s not very nice to call me an idiot. Impulse: I don’t like being called an idiot. Brody: Yeah, I don’t like that either. Impulse: Now I’m REALLY happy I voted him out. I don’t even care if I lose now. For that, it was worth it.

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*Tango is being ejected* Joker: Aw he’s gonna be jester, isn’t he. Tango, being ejected: JESTER!!! Impulse: WHAT?! Tango: GOTTEM! Impulse: How?! *pause, round doesn’t end* Skizz, laughing: He’s just a jerk! Impulse: Oh I hate him. I hate him. Skizz: That was BEAUTIFUL! Evil: We all just stood there staring at each other!

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Endless: This round, I’m gonna pay attention, and THEN you guys are gonna be sorry.

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*Tango body is reported* Evil: *laughing hysterically* Impulse: Uh oh! Etho: Ooh, it’s a spicy one! Impulse: Yeah it’s definitely a spicy one! Evil, still laughing: So- So Tango tells me “don’t leave me in here with Joker”, and I walk away and I go hide in the O2 tree room, and then I hear Joker go “I don’t even care”. And then I come back down and there’s Tango’s body! Etho: *laughs* Impulse: Ohhhh blazers! Evil: It was SO funny, we should skip. Cuz Joker’s big, it’s not like you can keep running from him, it’s fine.

[megumis-lashes]

Hi can I request Megumi with a very touchy crush

Megumi with a touchy crush HCs!

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader ^^

An: Hello! Sorry for the late response but I hope you can enjoy this anyways! Since it’s not specified I made this headcannons since that was easier! If you want anything different in future requests please specify at least: format, POV and gender! If you don’t I’ll just do whatever ^^

Contains: Touchy reader/physical contact, Megumi x reader, written with a female reader in mind but generally left as gn!, angst if you squint lol, possibly mistakes as my genius self is writing this at like 12am, just fluffff :) oh and you’re shorter than Megumi lol. (Oh and sorry if Megumi is a tad OOC in the drabble cuz his reactions can be tricky to write for 😅)

Word Count: 1.7k (I got carried away once again lol)

Soooo.... Megumi with a touchy crush? Sign me up!

Now we all know that Megumi is rather reserved and pretty straight forward so I think at first his reaction to your touchiness may be a bit awkward

Not awkward in the sense that he’s uncomfortable being around you but more as in he’s a bit.... shy

He’s not adjusted to receiving a lot of physical contacts so initially, he wasn't quite sure how to react 

His overall awkwardness really depends on how long he’s known you 

If he just met you during high school he would probably be a bit shocked at how comfortable you were with casual physical affection

While you would think nothing of it and treated practically everyone you knew (and were comfortable with) like this, Megumi would still be surprised 

While Yuuji and Nobara would adjust to your touchiness quite quickly, Megumi would probably stay blushy about it for a month or so until he wouldn't think much about it anymore 

it’d be a bit different if he knew you for a while or even knew you as childhood friends

Typically being touchy doesn't become a habit overnight sooo he’d be a lot more used to it and barely think about it 

I don’t see him as one to openly accept or adjust to physical affection without being a bit shy 

He’d probably tease you or question you about it from time to time and be one to begrudgingly accept affection 

Totally be one to act really annoyed by your touchiness but in reality, he treasures the soft moments away from danger 

All of this would change when he realizes he has a crush on you though :0

Cue blushy, awkward Megumi and oblivious you featuring another oblivious idiot, Yuuji, and an all-knowing Nobara 

Megumi isn’t one to develop crushes immediately or overnight since he must value that person’s personality most of all 

He thought of you as purely platonically within these first few months of knowing you untilllll his brain just clicked 

He was like.... ‘Oh shoot... I have a crush....”

Having a crush is refreshing for Megumi but also quite distracting with how touchy you are

Instead of just ignoring the affection or casually playing it off, Megumi forgets how to react 

Now he knows that deep down he really likes receiving affection from you cuz he realized how he likes you more than just a companion or classmate  

Cue Megumi being 10 times more awkward than usual 

Normally if you were to walk up to him and throw your arm over his shoulder playfully or something like that he’d either ignore it, pretend it's not happening or just playfully shove your arm off his shoulder 

Now he just freezes and is like ‘oh what to do’

Would be that person who googles ‘how to act normally around your crush’ but at the same time think its stupid and stop reading the article like five minutes in lol

He’d probably have one of two reactions: 

Cease to function and just stand awkwardly still or

Awkwardly pull away 

...

Now as much as Megumi pretends to hate your touchiness, you do know that he’s okay with you playing around so this reaction is pretty unusual

You probably are a little confused as to why he’s acting like this 

Like huhh????? I thought we were good?????

Cue Megumi continuing to be awkward for a while 

Everyone became more awkward than usual since that day because the friendly atmosphere was put off due to Megumi being even more closed off than usual

He practically avoids you at this point

Ofc you start to feel bad about it

Like did you do something wrong??? Take it too far?? 

Touchiness has always been in your nature and seeing someone react so sharply to it makes you feel insecure about your habits so you lessen the touchiness within the friend group

and everyone notices

Yuuji misses your playfulness and Megumi is simply overwhelmed and lost within his own thoughts and emotions 

Nobara is the most.... suspicious 

While examining Megumi lately (not in a weird way she swears) she noticed the sudden change in behavior 

That’s when she realized ‘Does the Fushiguro Megumi have a crush????’ 

Ofc her curiosity gets the best of her so she just has to question Megumi 

So she does

After a small mission the team had gone on, she asked Megumi to talk 

‘So promise to answer truthfully.’

‘Yes I promise” 

‘Do you have a crush on Y/N?’

“Huh’ Megumi deadpans. This came out of nowhere 

As much as he wishes to play it cool and dismiss the girl’s thoughts, he physically cannot and instead goes into blushy cannot function mode

Nobara takes notice to this immediately

‘Aha! So I was correct! Take that Yuuji!’

Yes they totally made bets on this 

Once again Megumi is lost 

‘Huh? Bets on what?”

‘Bets on what?”Are you seriously that oblivious? On your crush! It’s so obvious it’s painful!” She sighed dramatically

Now Megumi is even more lost 

Like sure he was confused about where his crush stands but he wasn’t aware that he was obvious????

Nobara goes on to explain how stiffly he reacts to your touches and how his blush doesn’t really go unnoticed 

She also explains how you were moping around lately cuz you thought you made him uncomfortable

Shocked at this new found information he rushed out of their real quick to go... idk possibly confess but be more focused on apologizing 

AN: Here’s a quick scenario in first person of how that would go since I have zero self-control :0 

I was settled on the small bed in my school dorm room. Placed upon a stack of pillows was my laptop, through which played whatever random Netflix show I chose. It didn’t really matter what it was as the media was quickly discarded by my mind and treated as background noise. My mind was swimming with rather..intrusive thoughts. As much as I wanted to relax and shut off my mind for the night I simply couldn’t. My thoughts continued to drift back to a certain ravenette and the issues that had circled around him for a while now. Fushiguro Megumi, a boy I met a few years back when beginning jujutsu. We were friends... or at least I considered us friends and I had taken quite a liking to the boy. Despite his distant and rather closed off personality, I had developed a casual and comfortable bond with the male... or so I thought. All changed when he started acting strangely, almost as if I had hurt him or bothered him a little too much with my habits. Admittedly I was a bit hurt over Megumi’s actions but I was more confused. I had always been touchy, so why the sudden reaction to it? 

As if the world was messing with me, a knock sounding from my dorm room door shook me from my train of thought. 

“Coming!” I quickly pushed the blankets and began walking towards the door. The person behind that door was definitely not who I was expecting. Behind the door stood Megumi Fushiguro, pacing lightly as his hand slightly ruffled his hair.

“Megumi?! Did you need something?” It was strange to see Megumi at my door as it was nearing 9 PM and he was usually one to avoid unnecessary intrusions. 

“Oh hi Y/N. Sorry to bother you so late but I’ve come to apologize..” He explained, carding his hand through his hair nervously.

“Apologize for what exactly?” I questioned.

“For how I’ve been acting lately..” He stated. I shook my head. 

“Ahh about that... I’ve been meaning to ask you something..” I mumbled. “Megumi.. do I uhh.. make you uncomfortable? I mean I know I’m kinda touchy and I’ve noticed that you uh don’t-”

“No no no! That's what I’m here to clear up about... Look it's not what you think! You don’t make me uncomfortable I’ve just been too focused on my own thoughts to realize why you may think that...’ We’re both way too oblivious’ or at least that’s what Nobara says..” He trailed off. I sighed in relief. I was happy, albeit a bit confused but still happy that he didn’t despise me. 

“Ok ok.. I’m glad you don’t hate me at least!” I smiled, throwing my arm around his shoulder as I did in the past. “I do have one question though!”

“Ask away.” He quietly chuckled, finally at ease in my touches. 

“What do you mean ‘we’re both oblivious’? And what does Nobara have to do with this?” I questioned, leaning my head onto the taller male’s shoulder. His eyes widened a bit as he glanced away awkwardly. 

“Well, you see... I don’t really know how to say this but..” 

“Just spit it out already!” I playfully slapped his back. 

“I have a crush on you...” He mumbled looking away. 

“....huh” I deadpanned. “That’s why you were awkward all of a sudden? All because you like me? Wait you like me?!” I shook my head, leaving the casual embrace we had settled into. 

“Yeah... that’s not a bad thing is it?” He questioned, once again rubbing at his neck nervously.

“No no of course not!” I waved dramatically. “I’ll let you know that I like you too! Quite a lot actually!” I chuckled thinking of Nobara’s words. “Now I understand what she was saying about obliviousness... Now that I think about it you were sooo obvious! I'm ashamed that I didn’t notice sooner.” I sighed, coming down from my small laughing fit. 

“ Hey well, I didn’t know how to act! I was trying my best ok....” He mumbled. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his left cheek, chuckling at his blushy reaction. 

“Don’t worry about it! I mean we cleared everything up didn’t we?” I pondered.

“So uhh.. do you wanna be my girlfriend then?” He questioned, looking as flustered as ever. 

“I’d love that!” I smiled. Glancing at my watch my eyes widened. 

“Hey, it's getting late! Why don’t you come watch Netflix with me yeah?!” I pulled the ravenette into my dorm, leaving him little time to respond.  That night we drifted off together surrounded by the noise of old Netflix movies and warmed by the feeling of love.