#yeah I’m not tagging all those characters bye

[huiyi07]

today, on most underrated relationships in Percy Jackson that need more love

-Nico & Reyna, need I say more?

-Nico & Percy & Jason, maybe Velinxi’s young gods au brought this on but literally they’re so iconic and I just love all their big brother, goofy, stupid dynamics

-Nico & Percy & Jason & Hazel & Thalia, like sometimes the image of these five grouped up like the avengers in a battle makes me smile so hard

-Grover & Percy, COME ON, I feel like we forget how much Grover cares about Percy and how much Percy reallly did love Grover during PJO. Ugh Chalice of the Gods got me so hyped to see them being friends again

-Annabeth & Thalia, like I think this one is so funny and a little sad at the same time because Annabeth’s all grown up now but Thalia’s still her big sis and to think how Annabeth, basically the leader of camp, would probably still get her hair ruffled and teased by Thalia is so sweet

-Piper & Annabeth, I feel like they formed such an unexpected and overlooked bond over the course of the books especially that scene in boo I think? where they just sat and talked for a while.

-Piper & Annabeth & Hazel, these three totally had slumber parties and s’mores and pillow fights in the Argo II you know I’m right

-Jason & Reyna, yk these two have such a complicated past together but I feel like after everything, the image of them still facing each other with respect and friendship is so satisfying. too bad jason died before we could see much of that lol

-Frank & Reyna, literally we saw some glimpses of what their co-praetorship was like during tyrants tomb but I wanna see more of it. Reyna’s strict upright rules and Frank just being nervous and clumsy af on the first day of his job. Frank probably asked her if she played mythomagic at one point. They must’ve been so funny brooo

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: we're here to boo Andrew.

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“So, you’re coming?” Jacob’s voice quavers with excitement. You can’t imagine how he’d sound if you said no. You hate letting people down, it seems to be all you've ever done.

“Uh, yeah,” you say as you steer around the track; opting for some MarioKart over Minecraft that night, “boss says it’s no problem to get the days off. Just have to make it up after. Is... Is everything still good on your end?” 

“Oh yeah, sure thing,” he assures buoyantly, “I can’t wait. Did you still wanna split the airBnB?” 

“Actually, I got a place to stay for the night then I’ll take the early bus back,” you explain as Princess Peach knocks you off the track, “argh!” 

“Right, that’s good,” he says, “good to know you won’t be stranded out there.” 

“Mhm,” you use your boost to catch up to Peach and get your revenge. You don’t mention that Kara will be with you at the con. You just want to be sure this isn’t something wonky. “It’ll be nice to get out of town. My grandma will probably be happy to have the place to herself.” 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “what’s her problem anyway?” 

“Just the way she is. She likes her space,” you shrug, “I don’t know, I don’t think she expected to be raising her granddaughter...” 

“Ah, yeah, I guess that would be stressful,” he says, “still, seems like you’re not too bad to be around. Got a job, go to school, all that. Think my dad would love it if I put in half as much effort.” 

“Yeah? You make him sound like a hard ass.” 

“Can be. Lawyer, so kinda his schtick,” he chuckles. 

“Oo, fancy,” you snort. Maybe if either of your parents had been lawyers, you wouldn’t be living off your grandma’s resent.  

“I guess. Never really see him that much...” he grumbles. 

“Hm, well, no winning, is there?” You mutter. 

“Not really,” he sighs and hisses, “ugh, Toad!” 

You chuckle and cross the finish line. A respectable second. You wait for him to finish and stifle a yawn. 

“Tired?” He asks. 

“Little.” 

“Me too, long day,” he groans, “neck’s killing me.” 

“Oh, what’d you do--” 

“You know, I’m-- an idiot. Was messing around on my bike.” 

“Of course,” you snicker, “well, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna sign off. I don’t wanna keep my grandma up and my head’s starting to go.” 

“Sure, I gotta get up early anyway,” he sounds less than enthused. “Good night.” 

“You too.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Can’t, work. Day after?” 

“Okay, I’ll make it work,” he confirms, “I’m excited about meeting up. Aren’t you?” 

“Yep,” you try not to show your doubt. You’re still not really sure about everything. 

“Can’t wait,” he rasps and the silt in his tone makes you shiver. 

“Yeah, er, bye then,” you hit end session and take off your headset, your ears tender and a bit sweaty. Even if it is awkward, at least you’ll get to hang with Kara for a bit. You haven’t seen her since grad. 

🎮

You’re already exhausted and you’re not even inside yet. The line for the convention is bustling and your excitement keeps you going as you and Kara gab away and move with the slow crawl. The sun beams down and has you sweating, though you could easily blame that on your nerves too. 

“So, this Jacob... is he cute?” She winks. 

“Kara,” you roll your eyes, “it’s not like that. Really. We just game.” 

“Oh yeah. But do you want it to be more?” She teases. 

“You know I’m not really into all that. I don’t have room for a boyfriend in my life.” 

“So boring. Never change, girlie,” she nudges you playfully. “But really, that’s smart. Calvin is too much. I’m thinking of cutting him loose.” 

“Again?” You squint. 

“Not my fault he keeps coming back,” she giggles. 

You peer around, searching out a familiar face amid the ocean of strangers. You haven’t seen Jacob yet. You’re almost hoping he doesn’t show up. Then again, why wouldn’t he? He paid for you to be here. The reminder of the fact strikes guilt in your chest. 

You pause as your eyes catch another pair, further back in the queue. An older man with a beard. He stands out among the crowd. He wears a tidy button-up where most wear graphic tees or cosplay attire. He stares for a moment before he turns away and looks down, probably at whatever kid dragged him there. 

“Well, what are you going to do if he sees you and falls in love?” Kara asks. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“If he’s a nerd like you, how could he not?” 

“Hey,” you frown. 

“What? You’re like the sexy gamer girl type. Isn’t that what dudes want?” She shrugs. “Let me see his pic again. He’s a skinny little thing. He’d definitely be into you.” 

“Urgh, stop,” you cross your arms. 

“Sorry, I’m only playing. You just seem so nervous, I’m trying to loosen you up.” 

“I know,” you puff, “it’s just... I should’ve just said no. This is stupid. I don’t know why I even agreed.” 

“To get out of that shithole,” she snips. “Why do you think I hauled ass the minute I popped by grad cap on?” 

“Mm, yeah, I just hope... do you think he really wants that? Maybe I gave him the wrong idea. Oh, Kar, I really didn’t mean to lead him on.” 

“No, no, I’m sure it’s nothing you did if he does. I mean, he’s probably a virgin so...” 

“That’s mean,” you pout. 

“What, so are you,” she laughs. 

“Exactly,” you shake your head and drop your arms, a buzz jittering your skirt pocket.  

You look down at yourself as you slide your phone free. That was probably a bold choice but it’s so damn hot out. Besides, your Pikachu tee is loose enough to counteract the denim sheath. You turn the screen up, shading it with your hand as you read. 

‘Sorry, not going to make it. Something came up. 🙁' 

You frown and reread the message. Really? You came all the way here, took time off of work, and he’s flaking? 

“What’s up?” Kara asks as she clicks her manicured nails impatiently and stands on her toes, trying to see past the bodies ahead. 

“He just cancelled,” you mutter and type in your reply. 

‘Oh no. Hope it’s nothing bad. Maybe another time.’ 

You hit send and drop your shoulders. You’re surprised how disappointed you are. More so about the wasted effort than anything. Even if you are a bit relieved, it’s shitty. 

“Ah, bullshit!” Kara sneers, “what the hell? What did he say?” She reaches for your phone and you hold it out of her grasp. “That fucker.” 

“It’s probably not his fault. Shit happens.” 

“Babe, you’re gonna settle for a lot of nonsense if you keep that attitude. I’d be friggin pissed if I was you. He brings you all the way here and now he’s too good for you. I bet he saw some cute girl in line and she smiled at him once so now he’s ditching,” she scowls, “I hate boys.” 

“I’m sure... it’s nothing,” you say glumly as your phone vibes again. 

‘I’m real sorry. I hope you still have a good time. Take lots of pictures.’ 

You don’t respond. You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket. It never feels good to be stood up. Even then. 

“You know what, screw him,” Kara snarls, “let’s go in there and buy you the cutest plushie you can find. Hell, maybe you can find an even cuter guy.” 

“Kar,” you warn her. 

“Fine, just the plushie. Maybe two,” she trills, “forget that loser.” 

🎮

The chaos of the convention wipes away the dark cloud over you. You’re almost thankful that Jacob gave you the opportunity to catch up with Kara. You didn’t realise how much you missed her. It’s perfect day where you can forget about your grandmother and your lame job and everything else. 

You rush around from booth to booth. You look at fanart, handmade figures, and stuffies. You’re mindful of your wallet and how empty it really is. You’ll get one thing and a snack. That’s all you can afford.  

As the hours roll by, your early morning bus ride and time spent standing out in the hot sun catch up to you. You feel your muscles starting to ache and your eyelids turning fuzzy. You yawn as you shuffle behind Kara as she waits in line to get a signature from the one D-list celeb she’s heard of. You’d get one too but it’s way too expensive. 

“Hey,” you rub your cheek, “mind if I sit and wait? I wanna grab a soft pretzel anyway.” 

“Sure,” she agrees easily, “looks like it’s gonna be a while.” 

“Want me to bring you a drink or something?” You offer. 

“Nah, just text me where you are so I can find you,” she says. 

You leave her reluctantly. You’d rather not be wandering alone through the hordes but your feet are killing you and your stomach’s been roaring for the last hour. You stand in line for the pretzel stall and get yours with cinnamon sugar and syrup. Messy but delicious. 

You find a table in the corner and settle in. You put your phone beside the napkin and tear apart the doughy goodness. Your phone lights up with a notification from the merge game you like to play and you see several other icons; missed messages. 

You focus on your snack, savouring each bite, as your eyes drift around the crowded centre. You can barely see some of the booths as hordes cluster around. Some cosplayers bat at each other with toy swords as children fight over the arcade machines. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity all around. 

You put your head down trying to block out the lights and noise. You feel yourself getting overstimulated. It’s like when you’re in the lecture hall and suddenly you can hear every sniff, sneeze, and keystroke. You close your eyes as you wipe your fingertips on the edge of the napkin, only half-finished your pretzel. 

“Looks good,” a deep voice cuts through the blaring din. 

As you recognise the timbre, your heart squeezes and the world pinpoints at the centre of your skull. You open your eyes and slowly raise your head. You blink dumbly at the unfamiliar man stood in front of you. You think you’ve seen him before, or at least he sticks out from the typical convention attendee. 

It isn’t that he’s too old, there’s lots of older geeks hanging around but they have neckbeards and greasy combovers. His hair is tidy and his beard trimmed close. His clothing also lacks the typical Dorito dust or anime character. You remember, he was outside in the line. 

“Uh, hello?” You utter. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he pulls out the chair across from you. He sits as your insides plunge. You know his voice. 

“Jacob?” You murmur in shock. How? Why? This isn’t the stringy teenager you met online. 

He nods, his jaw tensing, and he crosses an arm over the table, pointing to your half-eaten pretzel, “what’d you get on yours? I can’t decide between sweet or savoury.” 

“Who... are you?” You croak, head spinning as your eyes prick. You knew something was weird. You knew you weren’t talking to Jacob or whoever that boy was in the pictures. 

He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. As his chest deflates, you do too. He’s older than you, bigger than you, and by the looks of him, a lot better off. Why the hell would he be chatting with you? Why would he lie to you? 

“You’re right. I’m not Jacob,” he confesses, the colour draining from his face. He steeples his fingers and considers his next words carefully. You sit back and hug yourself defensively. This is fucked. “My name is Andy, Jacob is my son.” 

“Your son?” You eke out, “why-- why would you lie?” 

He cringes and takes another breath, “he was my son,” he corrects himself, “he... passed.” 

You feel like you’ve been struck. Your mouth falls open, stunned. Not only did he hide behind his son’s photos, but his dead son’s. Oh, god. You feel sick. No, you feel stupid. 

“Look, please, just hear me out. I just—it wasn’t meant to go on this long. When I first lied to you, it was supposed to be that one time. I was... I was lost. I just lost Jacob and I was going through his things. I started playing because I missed him. I wanted to feel like he was still there--” 

“No, no, you got on discord and you started talking to me. As him!” Your voice shakes and your eyes tinge. “That’s not just missing him.” 

“I know, you’re right. I lied but... I got lonely playing by myself so yes, I went onto that discord. You were nice. You didn’t call me a noob or whatever. And... and after work, looking forward to hearing your voice, it got me through a lot of pain. Being alone in that house after so long, I couldn’t cope--” 

“So you lied to me?” You stand and snatch your phone, nauseous to the core, “you manipulated me. How do you know—if you had just been you that I would’ve been any different? If you just wanted to play games, to be friends--” 

“I was scared--” 

“I don’t care if you were scared,” you hiss as you stomp forward. “You’re an adult.” 

He stands and blocks your path. You recoil, put off by his height. He’s a lot bigger on his feet. 

“Please, move or... I’ll scream,” you breathe. 

“You don’t have to do that. Just hear me out,” he pleads. 

“I don’t want to hear anything else from you, Jacob. Or Andy. Or whoever you really are,” you sneer, “move.” 

He shudders and hangs his head. He makes himself seem small as his shoulders round and he backs out of your way. You bite down and march past him.  

You need to get to a bathroom. Now. You’re going to spew up your guts. More important, you need to get yourself together before you go find Kara. She can’t know this happened. It’s too embarrassing. 

[imisscherryboy-blog]

running back 2 u

enemies to lovers - football player. ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 1, part 2

spotify playlist (it's good i swear)

story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven't been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: SMUT, enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, part 3/3, gn reader, ajax is bi (since it's gn), alhaitham and kaveh are gay, california coded

smut tags: first time, dom ajax, penetration, oral fixations, praise, pet name use, protected sex, oral (we get head), bruising, rough sex, after care

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh),

warnings: mature themes!!, themes of sexual harassment (not described), drugs, alcohol, smoking, swearing

★ part 3 (last part) ★

ajax came back down with the tylenol and tossed it to you. you caught it and took out two pills.

“water?” you looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“you have cereal milk right in front of you.” he responded with a look that would make anyone want to punch him in the face. you scoffed and took the tylenol dry. it was about 8 am now, and alhaitham came down the stairs.

“you’re still here.?” he asked as he made his way over to the box of cereal.

“someone (you looked at ajax) didn’t let me leave.” you responded.

“…what the hell man let her leave.” he said as he poured out the cereal.

“we uber’d here, ajax offered to drop us once kaveh wakes up.” you responded.

“that’ll probably be a while.” alhaitham nonchalantly said, taking another bite of his cereal.

“it won’t!” you heard kaveh yell from upstairs. it seemed like he was getting his stuff together. you sighed, you just wanted to go home. it would take a minute for the tylenol to actually work, and at that point, your headache was still pretty bad. ajax was on his phone, most likely waiting for kaveh to come downstairs.

“oh, by the way. i’m taking kaveh to homecoming.” alhaitham said. you and ajax both questioned him in unison. “is there something wrong..?”

“yeah- what am i supposed to do??” ajax asked.

“what, you don’t have a date?” you asked teasingly.

“i— not yet- but i will!” he said, clearly pissed off. “we were supposed to hang out!”

“i know, i’m sorry. just happened. i’m sure you’ll find someone.” alhaitham reasoned. “just take y/n with you.”

your face involuntary heated up as you both shouted ‘no’. alhaitham was a funny guy.

“y/n, do you even have a date?”

you paused for a moment, weighing your options. you did in fact have a date. he was some scrawny kid in your english class. he wasn’t bad, but obviously not ideal. it was your senior year and you wanted to say you went to homecoming with someone. if you did say yes, you knew ajax would be jealous; seeing as though he didn’t even have a date in the first place.

“yeah, i do.”

“huh?” ajax said. you had him hook, line, and sinker.

“something wrong?” you asked smirking.

“n-no.” he stammered and just let it go. you had won that one fair and square. just then, kaveh finally came down the stairs.

“well it looks lively down here.” he stated, putting his things on the counter.

“i’ll drop you guys.” alhaitham said, dropping his dish into the sink.

“nuh uh, i said i would.” ajax reasoned.

“you drank last night.” alhaitham stated. alhaitham didn’t drink.

“i slept it off.” he responded.

“you can’t sleep off alcohol bud. i’ll take them.” and just like that, alhaitham grabbed his tesla keys and headed for the door. kaveh said bye to ajax while you just left.

you and kaveh got in the car, kaveh sitting passenger while you sat in the back.

“where are we going?” alhaitham asked kaveh.

“my house, y/n’s car is parked there.” kaveh responded. alhaitham just nodded and left, kaveh giving occasional directions.

“so.. homecoming.” you interjected.

“yeah.. about that.” kaveh started before you told him you already knew.

“well, you’re free to come with us!” kaveh said.

“mm.. you guys aren’t really his crowd. don’t worry about it kaveh. i’ll catch you at the after party.” you said. you felt a little bad, but you weren’t expecting kaveh and alhaitham to really even happen. your logic pinned it on ajax for tearing his acl.

you arrived at kaveh’s house and said bye to alhaitham before going inside to get your keys. inside, kaveh stood by the doorway.

“you’re not mad about me going to hoco with alhaitham.. right?”

“no—kaveh, if anything i’m happy for you. you’ll have a lot of fun, trust me.” you brushed it off, making your way to the door.

“okay, i’ll see you at school then.”

“yeah.” you said as you left his house and got into your car. you waved to him from the car and backed out of the driveway, starting for your house. you felt bad, and you could tell kaveh did too, but there really wasn’t much you could do. after all, homecoming was next week.

the week went by normal. you only saw ajax in passing, he’d stare at you, then look away. he never tried to talk to you. after all, the party was probably the most you two ever talked in a while, and you honestly would be okay to keep it that way—but something in you really doubted that.

homecoming arrived, it was on a saturday at 7pm. kaveh told you that you both could meet up after it was over to find a party to go to, but you highly doubted that would happen. not with alhaitham in the picture. you dressed up, almost over dressing, but just enough to stand out. it was your last homecoming, so you might as well make it a good one. it felt different not being able to get ready with kaveh, like you usually would. but you didn’t let it bother you as you got a text from your date, saying he was outside.

looking your very best, you walked out of the door to see your date—in probably the ugliest car you’ve seen. it was a jacked up camry, with scratches and dents on the side. suddenly, you wished you just took your car there. the night was off to a great start!

the two of you got to the venue, it was beautiful to say the least. it was a hall, just right next to the water. the lights illuminated the water, giving a faint glow to bay. the sun was almost set, painting the sky a hue of blue and purple. you stared at the moon, it was fairly bright. admiring it, you stared at it for a couple more seconds before being snapped out of it by your date.

“my friends are already inside.”

“oh. okay.” you said. he wasn’t much of a talker. you both walked in, noticing the amount of people already there. you felt people staring at you. you couldn’t tell if it was because you looked good, or you went to hoco with an absolute loser. you scanned the room for kaveh and alhaitham, and spotted them near the bar. once kaveh saw you, his jaw dropped, supposedly at how good you looked.

“you look so good, y/n.” kaveh said giving you a hug.

“thanks kaveh, you too.” you smiled. you noticed him glaring at your date.

“well, i’ll see you later, okay?” he said, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “don’t have too much fun without me.” you nodded and left with your date. you waved to alhaitham, using it as a chance to look for ajax. he was no where to be found.

for the next hour, you couldn’t help but watch the entrance to the hall. your date was practically with his stem friends the entire time, only asking you if you wanted something to drink. you said no every time. sitting on the folding chair, you waited. you didn’t know exactly what you would do if you saw him, but you continued to watch the door, until your date rudely interrupted you.

“waiting for someone?”

“no..”

“okay.” and just like that, he left. you looked back to the door and saw none other than ajax. you cursed your date for taking your focus away from the door. he was wearing his hair slicked back with a small strand in the front. he had a black-silk button up on, with the first three buttons undone (whore). the silver chain undoubtedly brought the whole fit together. unlike the times you’d pass each other in the halls, he spared you no glance. this time, he was with a brunette haired girl on the cheer team. big shocker, you thought to yourself. you quickly got up and joined your date with his friends, still looking at ajax and the girl he was with. your date’s friends just gave you a weird look and continued talking. every time you would sip your drink, you’d sneak in a quick glance.

narrowing your eyes, you noticed that the girl he was with.. looked drunk? you thought maybe the pre-gamed? but ajax looked perfectly sober, in fact he looked almost annoyed. you would pretend to look busy with your date, then look back at ajax. he was now with alhaitham and some of his other friends. his date stuck to his arm, though. she looked far too gone for anyone sober to actually tolerate.

what you didn’t notice, was alhaitham telling kaveh that he kept noticing ajax’s eyes wandering back to you. god bless alhaitham for being the middle man. but that news wouldn’t get to you until far later.

for now, you babysat your drink, until the lights started to dim. ugh, it was slow dancing time. at that point, you and your date, alongside his friends all sat at a table. you sat next to your date. you could feel his eyes boring into you, knowing he was gonna ask to dance. you really didn’t want to. you tried looking for ajax again, noticing he was gone. you felt a nudge on your arm.

“wanna dance?” his face got closer and closer as you got further and further.

“um..” you said, reeling back. he was not getting the hint by any means. all of a sudden, he leaned in for a kiss. you immediately pushed him off of you, standing up and walking away. that was your breaking point. this homecoming could not have been any worse. you’ve spent the entire time just spying on people and pretending to look interested in whatever the hell your date’s friends were going on about. you wished you’d never told ajax and alhaitham you had a date. you wished you were just with kaveh.

like clockwork, japanese denim by daniel ceaser starts playing as you’re heading for the exit. what great timing. you pushed the door open and were met with a cold breeze. it was freezing, but you didn’t care. as long as you were away from everyone for some time, you were happy. kaveh and alhaitham were probably dancing the night away. you found a bench outside near the hall and sat down. the waves of the bay behind you calmed you down a little. but you could help but shake the fact that your last homecoming was a mess.

“well someone looks like they had a shitty hoco.” the guy you’d been stalking for the past hour was now right behind you. (he was doing the same thing so dw) you turned around to see ajax leaning against a wall, next to the bench you were sitting at. how did you not see him?

“yeah. why’re you here?” you stumbled over your words a little, not expecting him to be here at all.

“shitty date, shitty day.” he tossed his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe.

“smoking outside of the school event is crazy.” you said laughing.

“i told you, it’s medicine.” he said sarcastically. the faint chorus of the daniel ceaser song could be heard from all the way outside. “can i sit?”

“i guess.” you said, trying to keep up the cold front. it didn’t really work, but you figured you’d at least try. after all, you guys hated each other. he took the spot next to you, and stared off into the distance.

“so.. who were you with?” he cut straight to the chase.

“what’s it to you?”

“it physically hurts to see someone so good looking with some fuck ass loser.” well that was harsh. well, anyone that tries to force themselves onto someone deserves that title.

“you’re saying i’m good looking?” you laughed, knowing he’d come up with some stupid excuse. instead, he nodded his head and just looked away. you could’ve sworn you were seeing things.

“anyway, you going anywhere after this?” he asked, lighting another cigarette.

“no, i don’t think so.”

“kaveh said you were going party hopping?”

“i highly doubt it.”

when you two went back and forth, having a normal conversation, it felt like old times. it made you feel like you were talking to your best friend of years. and ultimately, that’s what you guys could’ve been, but it never was.

“what a waste of a lovely night..” he said to himself, looking up at the sky above him.

“was that a la la land reference?” you asked, laughing.

“maybe.” he smiled at you.

“you’re still a movie nerd?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he laughed. it went quiet for a second until you finally decided to ask.

“so, what happened with your date?” you asked.

“i felt like i was babysitting teucer the entire time. didn’t want that to be how i remembered my last homecoming.”

“i get that.” you responded.

it was quiet for a couple seconds again until he took the cigarette out of his mouth and had it in between his fingers.

“you wanna ditch this place?” you almost didn’t believe what he was saying.

“anywhere is better than here right now.” you admitted. even if you ‘hated’ ajax, you’d rather be somewhere else.

“kaveh won’t get mad?”

“i’ll let him know.”

and just like that, ajax took his keys out of his pocket and twirled it around his finger.

“where to?”

“anywhere.” you said.

“you got it.” he got up and made his way to the parking lot. you followed closely behind him, suddenly getting hit with the relentless ocean air.

“cold?” he asked.

“i’m fine.” you lied.

you opened the passenger seat to his car and sat down. he reached into the back and grabbed a hoodie that had his number (11) and the logo of your highschool. he threw it onto your lap without a word. you defeatedly put the hoodie on, fitting a little too big for your usual size. but it did the job. he started the engine, and it immediately began to get warm.

“you said anywhere, right?”

minutes passed rather quickly as the two of you just reminisced on past memories of middle school. he didn’t feel like ajax the school whore, but he genuinely felt like your best friend again. it was undeniable that it felt a little more than that. you really had no idea where he was taking you, but you trusted him. and he needed you.

after about twenty minutes, you pulled into the driveway of a large lake house. it was gorgeous to say the least. you knew ajax had money, but damn did you not realize the extent of that. you recalled he has mentioned this house a couple times, but you never actually saw it until now.

“this isn’t even the best part.” he said, turning off the engine, and getting out of the car. he seemed like a little kid again. he took you to the back of the house which was the lake. it was dark and still cold, but something about it didn’t bother you. you and ajax looked out into the large lake, the moon shining down on the water, creating the appearance that someone dumped glitter into the water. needless to say, it was beautiful. he sat on the sand, and you sat next to him.

“i remember you talking about this house.”

“yeah.. i’d come here every summer.”

“not anymore?” you asked to which he nodded his head.

“family shit. it’s not fun anymore.” he stated, looking off into the water. “when i tore my acl, i realized i’ve just been taking everything for granted.” he sighed.

you simply listened to him rant.

“i don’t know, it just feels like i keep hanging onto things that make me happy for two seconds, then moving on and finding something else.”

you honestly wanted to laugh at him just because of how ironic he sounded, but there was a time and place.

“like, being with all my siblings make me happy no matter what. but i keep chasing things that really only keep me sane for so long.”

“like drugs?”

“yeah, like drugs. when i saw my date acting like that, i realized why do we even do it?” he started to draw small shapes into the sand, it was a habit he had when he’d talk about things. did he think you were a genuine source of happiness for him? or was he truly just reminiscing on something else.?

you dropped your arms to your sides and sighed. “why don’t we just forget about everything. for one night.” you proposed. “it’s our last year, might as well save whatever is left of it.” you looked at him to see staring directly into your eyes.

“not a bad idea y/n. that’s rare.” you pushed him at his response, you both laughed. he was staring at you again, you looked back at him. it felt like both of your breathing fell in sync. all it took was one glance at his lips for him to close the distance between the two of you. he turned your head towards him as he kissed you. you didn’t want to think. you decided to fuck repercussions and fuck getting hurt, all you wanted was to be with ajax in that moment. so you kissed him back. your hand went up to his head and the other went to his shoulder. his hands brought you closer to him, to where you were almost on top of him. you broke the kiss for a moment.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do that.”

you smiled and found yourself straddling him now, with both of your hands on his face, with his hands at your waist. it felt natural to be completely honest, like you knew exactly what to do. “wait—” he said before looking at you again. “you wanna keep going.?” you swallowed thickly. you had never done it before. but who better than to have your first time with than ajax?

“yeah—but”

“first time?” it’s like he took the words out of your mouth (literally)

you nodded your head to which he smiled.

“you’re so cute.”

“shut up.” you said before kissing him again to be abruptly stopped once again.

“is that a yes?”

“yes dummy.” he smiled and picked you up with ease, putting in a code to the house and taking to you to his room. the house was dark, most likely because no one had been in it for a while. the two of you got up the stairs giggling before reaching ajax’s room. not even bothering to close the door, he laid you down on the bed and wasted no time in getting his lips back on yours. knowing he had your consent, he didn’t hold back. gasps in between each kiss meant one piece of clothing to come off. first was your hoodie, then it was the rest of your clothes. leaving you almost naked aside from your underwear. ajax unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it to the side. he was in between your legs, simply admiring the sight below him. he ran a hand down your waist and to your thigh.

“i’ll take the lead, okay?”

you eagerly nodded your head. you weren’t afraid if you knew it was ajax who’d be taking care of your. slowly, he parted your legs, caressing your thigh. he took the rest of your clothes off, leaving you naked, while ajax still had his boxers on with an obvious tent in them.

“shit—” he cursed to himself at the sight of you.

“i need you, ajax—” you looked at him with pleading eyes. you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“someone’s needy.” he ran his hand down your sex and collected the stickiness already forming. your back arched into his touch, you’d never been touched like this, and you only wanted more. your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you screwed your eyes shut. you could hear shuffling on the bed as he leveled with your hole. he was eating you out already? did he do that with the other people he’s fucked? that’d be a question for later. your fingers made contact with his orange hair as you tugged on it. you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head for a second.

he latched his mouth onto your hole, lewd noises echoing throughout the dimly lit room. one hand was guiding his head while the other muffled your moans.

“ah- a-ajax—!”

you’ve never gotten head from someone, but damn did you know that he was experienced. circling your sensitive spots with tongue made you throw your head back in pleasure. he knew what he was doing and wanted to make it known.

“don’t tell me you’re close already pretty.” he said pulling away for a moment. you were in fact close, but who could blame you? it seemed like he only went went faster at hearing your moans. unbeknownst to you, he was using two fingers in unison with his ministrations on you. you hardly even noticed at how wet you were for him already. you noticed ajax grinding his hips into the mattress, supposedly chasing his release as well.

“m’ close!” you yelped out as your moans got louder and louder at the edge of euphoria, before no longer feeling him on you. your glossy eyes looked at him in the eyes, and he swore he could’ve felt bad.

“sorry pretty, can’t give it to you that easily.” he smirked, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. you honestly couldn’t blame him, you’d probably be too sensitive to keep going if he let you.

“who knew you tasted this good, любовь?” his chin was covered with your juices, and his eyes were dark. remember how his hair was slicked back when you first saw him? yeah, not anymore.

“you’re so mean.” you sniffled. he ran a hand through his hair, and at the sight of your fucked out look, he went back to your lips. you could taste yourself on him, it only made you want him more. you tried bucking your hips up for any sort of friction, before he pinned your hips down. he whispered lowly in your ear,

“i’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” he went from your lips and now to your neck, nipping and sucking on it to form a bruise. he felt a sense of pride in doing it. he didn’t want to go from girl to boy anymore. he wanted you, and only you. he wanted to make you his.

“w-what about you..?” you asked.

“what about me y/n? it’s your first time, not mine.” he said. you felt bad and wanted to give him a hand job at least, but he squeezed your hand in reassurance that he was fine. “you ready f’me?”

as he asked, he finally took his dick out of his boxers, and you could’ve just up and left. not in a bad way of course, but he was big. you worried you wouldn’t be able to take him. your mouth was just open.

“y/n.?” he asked, ripping a condom out and rolling it on.

“i-i don’t think that’s gonna—”

“i’ll make it fit, don’t worry angel.” well that was a new one. “need me to hold your hand?” he smirked.

“fuck off— ngh—!” your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his tip in you.

“relax pretty, loosen up for me, yeah?” he said running a hand through his hair, obviously feeling the tightness already. “so tight..”

you eyes were slightly opened and your mouth was parted as you nodded, refusing to watch ajax bully his cock into you. you didn’t want to just give up either, you did as ajax told you and relaxed a little, allowing him to slide into you easier. his eyes were concentrated on getting himself inside you, while your hand covered your mouth and another gripped the bedsheets below you.

“you okay?” he was mostly in, with just the base of his cock out. involuntarily, a tear rolled down your face at the stretch, but you nodded yes. his face went into your shoulder as he felt you tighten up around him, groaning into your skin.

“you can move.” you said quietly.

“you sure?”

“yeah.” with that, he had one hand on the bed frame and the other on your hip.

“i’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” he slipped out of you, and back into you in one swift motion. you moaned out, anyone that was nearby would most likely hear you. he started keeping a steady pace, eliciting lewd moans from you.

“that’s it, you’re doing so good angel.” he said, cursing under his breath. he truly meant it. he really didn’t think he was gonna fit either.

“ngh— faster ajax—!” you said, chasing the pleasure you were beginning to feel. he cautiously sped up his pace, being sure not to use too much force. he treated you like a little glass doll. his hand gripped the bed frame, as his thumb came up to your face to wipe your tears.

“so—fucking good for me, keep taking me like that pretty—” mixes of low moans and pants could be heard from him, most likely not used to virgin pussy.

you couldn’t think straight, all that left your lips were broken moans and his name. his hand ran over your stomach, a noticeable imprint of his cock was splayed over you. he looked at it with wide eyes, and as if something snapped inside of him, he got even faster. your hands went to his back, marking him in your own ways.

“keep tightening around my dick like that— shit, you won’t even remember your own name angel.” his grip on your hip only got tighter. the contrast of his words in unison with the pet names brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“f-feels so good! ajax—!”

“i know it does. you gonna cum? cum with me, ‘kay?” he moaned loudly as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. he was almost louder than you. he was at a ruthless pace, but you didn’t want him to stop. you nodded your head, feeling your nerves about to snap at any moment. “say my name y/n.”

“ajax—!” you moaned loudly before climaxing, feeling the condom fill up inside of you, a lot. “fuck—” you said as you sighed, flopping down onto the bed, slowly coming down from your high. your breathing was still heavy, and so was his.

“you took that like a champ.” he said, pulling off the condom and disposing of it.

“no fucking way you just said that.” you said looking him dead in the eye. he just laughed as he laid next to you on the bed.

“shit, didn’t know you had that in you y/n.” he stated, playing with your hair. “never imagined fucking my childhood best friend into oblivion.” you shoved him in response for the second time that night. “you sure that was your first time?”

“ajax i was literally crying as you put it in i don’t know what to tell you.” he laughed even harder at this. “i’m surprised you didn’t tear your acl even more.”

“no, i think you made it better.” he gave you the most cheesy smile. “anyways, you need help?”

“help?”

“help walking.” he asked dead seriously.

“no i don’t need fucking help walking.” you got up, your knees buckling under you, immediately reaching for the bedside table.

“oh what was that? don’t need help?” he teased as he came to your side and helped you. you showered and ajax found you a big t shirt for you to change into, leaving it by the bathroom. he wanted you to stay, he really did. his football season was fucked, that was for sure. but at least he had his little medic to help him recover in— other ways. he lit a cigarette to help with the serotonin production and sat scrolling through his phone. he saw a text from alhaitham that read:

myqb😘: i’m with kaveh i’ll pass on the party tonight

myqb😘: i hope you got laid man ik tonight was rough

myqb😘: nothing fucking can’t fix 🤑💸

ajax decided not to respond to alhaitham’s message and threw his phone on the nightstand. you got out of the shower wearing his t-shirt.

“i could fuck you again right now.” he said at the sight of you in his clothes.

“give it 1-2 business days.” you laid down on the bed as he put out his cigarette, walking towards the shower.

“don’t miss me too much while i’m gone!” he yelled from the shower.

“oh i won’t!” you responded. you looked outside the large windows in his room. it was a really nice view. you checked out the shelves and found old kids books, probably from when he was little and would spend his summers here. you wondered if his siblings also had separate rooms. you did all this thinking but were reeled back into what just happened a couple of minutes ago. you just fucked your childhood best friend. and it felt really fucking good. you felt a wave of tiredness fall over you. you texted kaveh that you wouldn’t be able to see him tonight, alongside that there was a LOT to tell him. you figured he was with alhaitham so you found a charger and plugged your phone in. you looked at the bed and figured you probably wouldn’t want to sleep on those same sheets, so you took some sheets off of the vacant room next to ajax’s and replaced them. then, were you able to peacefully get into bed. ajax came out of the shower in just his boxers and immediately fell down next to you.

“so.. what are we.?” you decided to ask.

“let’s talk about it in the morning, yeah?”

“okay.” you said.

“all you need to know is that i’d be down to do it again.”you laughed.

“goodnight ajax.”

“goodnight y/n.” ajax wrapped his arms around you, your head was on his chest.

“thanks for saving me today.” you said quietly.

“it was nothing.” he responded, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“i just hope you’re day wasn’t entirely screwed up.”

“you made it better.” you admitted.

“i’m glad.”

you shifted your leg, and accidentally hit his knee.

“ow, fuck y/n—”

“whoops.”

and to think it all started with a torn acl.

the end!

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in your dreams.

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chapter summary: Sukuna's sick of you pretending to be something you're not.

chapter warnings: nsfw, 18+ content, aged up characters, dubcon, oral, praise kink, degradation, spanking, ass fingering, unsolicited photo

word count: 3.8k

a/n: This one's a hefty one, worthy of the King of Curses! Whew. Please tell me if there's a tag you'd like me to add!

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“Bye, Itadori …” 

From within, Sukuna’s hand clutched around his throne arm.

You were just so … 

You smiled.

His tongue dragged across his lip, desperate to taste something.

So …

“Yeah,” Yuji said, waving, an unmistakable blush on his face as you left for the train.

Your skirt swished, exposing a dangerous amount of thigh. 

The throne’s arm gave under Sukuna’s grasp, crumbling to his feet.

He would have you.

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The King of Curses couldn’t be fooled, wouldn’t be. Beneath your shy veneer was a vivacious slut, he knew it. You were desperate to spread your legs for Yuji, desperate for the brat’s cock.

For him.

He wasn’t imagining it; your sweet little voice would turn coquettish when Yuji was none the wiser —  alluring — at the turn of a dime. Your body would brush against his vessel when you were sure he wouldn’t notice. Your hands would graze against the nape of his neck. Timid eyes turned hungry at the sight of his shirtless form.

Perhaps Yuji could be fooled, but he couldn’t be. 

He’d prove it.

It was the brat’s fault, anyway; his fault for falling for a girl who knew nothing of their world, of curses, of him. 

Oh, but he’d love to introduce you.

Sukuna waited until the brat drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the inexhaustive pile of college homework (he huffed at the boy’s attempts at being normal, as if) before stepping into his consciousness. 

“O — Oi! —“ Yuji jerked, feeling the disturbance shrouding his mind.

“Go back to sleep,” Sukuna demanded. 

“I —“ 

“Sleep.” 

Sukuna waited until he could take over before he grabbed the brat’s phone and found your name in his messaging app.

(Y/n)? Come now.  

Sukuna smirked at the message bubble appearing on the screen, could feel his mouth water as the three dots appeared signifying your approaching reply. 

Yuji? What’s wrong? 

I can only tell you when you get here. It’s a secret just between us!

Oh … all right. I’m coming!

You would be. Sukuna snickered to himself, the phone’s blue light absorbing into the black of his tattoos.

The plan was set in motion, all he had to do now was wait. 

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Your heart rammed in your chest. 

It wasn’t like many — many — of your fantasies about Yuji Itadori began just like this. You, walking up to his door in the dead of night only for him to swing it open to pull you into his apartment and a breath-stealing kiss. 

Pinning you to the bed … shredding your clothes … ramming into you with those strong hips, big hands latched to your hips, praising you —

Good girl, (Y/n), oh my god, so good — 

“Na—ahhah!” You shook your head like doing so would loosen the thoughts hold on you. 

You’d been a mess ever since you’d caught him shirtless, playing basketball with a gaggle of other college students. Yuji was, it turned out, adorned with scars and mysterious marks marring his skin. That worried you, in a different world you’d be brave enough to ask him about it, but in this one, you’d kept quiet.

And you were frustrated with yourself because … you said adorned for a reason; they only made him hotter to you.

You wrung your hands around your jacket sleeve as you approached the door you’d seen so many times in your mind’s filthy eye. Knocked three times, hid your hand like it’d been caught stealing.

The door’s locks jingled from the other side — lightning zigzagged throughout your system, somersaulting your heart.

It opened and Yuji appeared — but he was different … Tattooes? How’d he get those so fast? And his stare … 

“Yu — Yuji?” 

Yuji stepped to the side and held the door open shut with his back to admit you. The side of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Come in.” 

“What’s — what’s wrong?” You said, moving slowly past the threshold. 

And he chuckled — deep, resonating through his bones. His voice was different.

“Nothing,” Yuji said, “now you’re here.”

You blushed. What did he mean? You’d never heard him sound like this …

… you liked it. A little.

“Um …” You fiddled with the buttons of your jacket like an old habit. “Uh … I — I …”

Yuji snapped his fingers. “Oh, that’s right; you’ve never been here before, have you?” 

Yuji walked toward you — prowled, more like. You stepped back. 

Has … has he always been this big? Bigger than you?

“Uhm … no — no?” Only in my dreams. You bit your lip. 

That smirk again. Halfhearted. Mocking. Yuji’s eyes — darker now — scanned you, their attention delving lower and lower … 

“(Y/n).” 

You swallowed nothing. “Ye— yes?” 

He came close. Your heart leaped as he stopped in front of you —

“Come to the bedroom —“ 

He brushed passed you. 

Red further stained your cheeks. You turned to watch him, hand in his pocket, head down the hallway. “Wha — what?”

“You heard me,” he teased.

“I — I can’t! I —!” 

“Please?” his voice was softer now, more palatable as he puppy-eyed you from over his shoulder. “There’s something I gotta show you.”

You follow him and watch as Yuji shut the door, your heart rammed in your ears. 

Silence. You followed Yuji with your eyes, waiting.

“(Y/n),” he turned to you, “do you think I’m stupid?” 

You blinked furiously. “Wha — what?” 

He turned his office chair and sunk into it, hands still in his pockets. “I don’t like you belittling my intelligence like this. You think I don’t know?” 

You’ve offended him. You mentally kicked yourself several different ways. How? When? You pinched the sleeve of your jacket hard, your fingerpads whitening. 

“Know —  no — I mean — I don’t under — know what, Yuji?” 

God, your voice sounded weak even to you. 

He met your eye. “You said you’ve never been here before … but how many times have I fucked you in that bed, right there, beside you?” 

You froze. The surreality of the moment delayed your understanding of the words leaving his mouth. Like an idiot, you turned to face the bed, undisturbed and unslept in, as though it’d provide answers.

You turned back to him, gaping your mouth like a beached fish.

“How do I fuck you?” Yuji said. “In your dreams, I mean. Hm? Missionary? Do I throw your pretty little legs over my shoulders? Or, perhaps …” 

He paused, profane eyes oogling your form.

“Yuji …” Your voice was barely audible.

Yuji sighed. He stood from the chair to stalk toward you. “You shy ones are always so easy to read.”

 He leaned forward and in your ear: 

“You’re not fooling anybody.” 

You gasped, still unable to move as he leaned backward to meet your eye again. 

There was that chuckle again, chocolate dark. 

“Well then, if you insist on your innocence … let me introduce you to the bed.” 

The world tipped and spun as Yuji turned you around and shoved you onto the bed. You fell gracelessly, thumping your head inches from the pillows with a yelp. 

Pressure on your back and you knew Yuji was there. You raised but sucked air between your teeth when your ass brushed into Yuji’s crotch.

“Yuji …!”

“Perhaps you’d like it ass up?” Yuji continued.

You balled fists into the sheets, stunned into paralysis as Yuji chuckled above you. Visions of your fantasies flooded your mind; Yuji, ramming into you, the headboard of your bed bobbing from the power of his thrusts. In your lust-frenzied mind, it was his preferred way of fucking you.

You gasped as he swiped your skirt over your ass and knead the fat of it with his palm. 

“Hmm?” 

You whimpered as Yuji suppressed you to the mattress with his weight. 

“Yu —“ 

A sharp smack to your ass sent you screaming, the sting running through your nerves.

“Answer me.” 

Yuji buried his face in your hair, burying his sick laughs at the back of your neck. Another slap reinforced the pain of the last, rolling into one another.

“Y — Yes! Doggystyle!” You relented. “Always doggystyle!”

He laughed out loud this time but your reply didn’t deter him as a third slap came down on your ass — again and again, alternating between cheeks each time. Your skin screamed from the swift punishments of his hand.

“On your hands and knees … ” Smack. “You should be ashamed.”

Smack.

“Filthy slut.”

Smack. 

 You felt another shout crawl up your throat when the assaults ceased. You breathed a sigh of relief as Yuji’s weight lessened.

A new sound; the metallic clink of Yuji unbuckling his pants.

Your eyes widened.

“Doggy, you said?” Yuji said. “Hm. If you insist.”

You felt him yank your panties down to ride around the fat of your thighs. You felt him press into you again —

“Yuji —!” You panicked. “Wait —!” 

Yuji’s answer was his cock slamming into you from behind. 

Your voice died, the wind knocked out of you as he forced his way into your wet cunt.

 “So wet,” Yuji remarked as you mewled. “To be expected —“

He pushed your head into the mattress, forcing you to bite into your lip before resting his hand at the small of your back. He rocked his hips hard and fast into you. Hard slapping sounded throughout the room as he took you. It was your first time but it wouldn’t matter if it hadn’t been, not with the way Yuji’s huge cock split you open, your clenched walls expanding with pain to admit him.

Your legs trembled. Yuji roared from behind you as his cock forced itself inside of you time and time again. Your mouth hung agape against the sheets. Yuji’s thrusts kept coming, swift, his angle providing you with equal times pain and pleasure, robbing you of any bearings.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hands forcing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “I bet you’ve envisioned this a few times today. Go on,” he growled. “Tell me I’m wrong — lie.”

One hand abandoned your hip to slap the sore skin of your ass and you yelped.

You couldn’t deny it. Things were happening so fast — Yuji reached forward to pin your hands behind your back with only one of his. You were so full, full with him — and he hadn’t — hadn’t even — 

You couldn’t help it; your pussy throbbed, tightening around Yuji’s cock in response

Yuji rewarded you with a particularly hard thrust. “Just like this,” Yuji taunted. “Hard and rough, isn’t that right, (Y/n)! What a good little bitch you are.” 

No answer came; you were overwhelmed with him and his cock making a meal of your cunt. Yes! Your brain screamed. Yes! Just like this! You convulsed around him and heard him groan in response.

His strength — it wasn’t human. He dragged your ass on him and each time you collided with him with a pronounced slap, slap, slap, the hardboard of his abdomen stabbing at your backside. 

One of his hands reached forward and you felt the flaring pain as his thumb stabbed into your asshole.

“Ngh!” You bounced against him, powerless in the onslaught. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, feeling it punch your cervix with each swift thrust.

You might as well be part of the mattress with the way your face was planted against the sheets. Drool escaped your mouth to wet them as your eyes rolled back, mind overwhelmed with the assault your cunt is taking. 

His weight fell over your back but his thrusts remained undisturbed, he merely thrashed into you at a new angle while his strong body fused with yours.

“Do I cum inside you, (Y/n)?” he taunted, the heat of his breath puffing into the shell of your ear. “Do I leave you a slobbering — fucking — mess —?”

“Ye — yes!” You choked out, feeling the tight of your orgasm. “Yes, Yuji, ple —ease!” 

“So predictable,” Yuji landed a smack to one of your abused cheeks. “Human women, you’re all the same —“

He pounded into you, his thumb fingering the pucker of your ass as your orgasm came over you. You bite your lip as he crushed you to the mattress, the tight muscles of his fine chest pressing onto your clothed back. You convulsed around him for a second time and heard him roar — 

You heard your scream in your ears but didn’t recognize it as yours; the world melted around you. You trembled as your climax sent you clutching around him again and again. Blackened dots flared in your vision when your eyes squeezed shut. Your cunt milked him, desperate to keep him sheathed inside you as each thrust sent another wave of pleasure through you. Your chest wracked with sobs. Yuji’s hold on your wrists pained as he spilled inside of you.

You don’t feel him pull out nor do you feel yourself being tussled around so your back hit the mattress. Your eyes opened —

Yuji’s pressed down and around you. You looked up at his wicked smile. 

“Yu —!“

He covered your lips with his. 

You yelped as he nibbled the plush of your earlobe.

“Yuji …!” You exclaimed, out of breath, legs squeezing to him. “What’s happening you you? I —“ 

His lips land on you again, rough and demanding your mouth. His hand flew to your neck, choking you hard. Yuji ground into you, the hard press of his cock at your thigh. 

His lips left you. Your lips parted without your say, delirious from Yuji’s attention. 

“Stop playing dumb, you —“

You feel something warm and wet smack your tongue and realize it’s him, spitting into your mouth. His tongue traced the line of your jaw until he met your ear again.

“You’re getting what you want, aren’t you?” Yuji said, his hand grazing against your clit like a false promise. “ I didn’t even have to play with you before, maybe your cunt is more behaved than I thought … Good girl.”

Yuji’s hand tightened over your throat, appendages molding into your skin. You mewled because it is all you can manage. A shameful wetness roiled between your thighs, a mixture of your juices and his.

His cum inside you.

Yuji seemed to notice your predicament because he faced you, grin darkening his face. “I imagine there’s one other place you’d like my cum,” he said. “Am I wrong?” 

He lessened his grip so you could afford him a shaking head. 

“N— no …” 

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d envisioned Yuji’s cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him off, the salt of his seed flavoring your tastebuds …

“Of course I’m not,” Yuji said.

He rose, bringing you along by the tug of your hair. He threw you to the floor and you stumbled, falling awkwardly on your butt, panties still tangled around your thighs. You groaned; you hurt everywhere, the pain Yuji had imprinted on your flesh and bones thrumming from every direction. Yuji gripped your hair again to adjust you on your knees before forcing you to face him. 

Your eyes landed on the cock that had just assaulted you, still hard and ready at your lips.

Yuji didn’t wait, guiding his cock into your parted lips and waiting mouth. You gagged, planting hands on his thighs for space, but Yuji only pressed you farther by a hand at the back of your head. 

“Suck,” he ordered — groaned.

You looked up at him through hooded lids. You hollowed your cheeks to supply the suction he’d demanded and you watched him hum. He was gorgeous, all sculpted chest and buff biceps and elegant neck. The sight of his marred skin only sent much-needed saliva to your mouth. Yuji’s hand ran through neopolitan pink hair as you serviced him at your knees. 

“Nngh … You little whore,” he hissed, grip at the back of your head tightening, coupled with the rock of his hips. “I knew it, I knew it — urgh — allow me to leave you a little parting gift.”

Your hand worked the space of his shaft unoccupied by your mouth, stroking as you worked for his load. You heard his labored breath above you, sending thrums of excitement down to your cunt. His approving hums turned hurried with his cockhead having found the back of your throat.

Yuji’s fingers grazed your skin until they curled under your chin. He lifted your head, your gaze following suit. 

“Is this the act of a shy person, (Y/n)?” he mocked between short breaths. “Panties around her ankles and a cock in her mouth?”

Your face grew hot with embarrassment before he threw your face away with a guttural rumbling in his throat. Tears pebbled the corner of your eyes. You sucked harder, hungering for his cock, for your gift. You felt his cock twitch on the pad of your waiting tongue. 

“Yes, come on,” he urged. “Earn it. Earn it.” 

Yuji’s cock pulsed against the flat of your tongue. He forced himself down your throat, the hot swell of his shaft tickling the palate of your mouth. With a few more assisted bobs of your mouth, he planted your face into his abdomen with a roar. Pubic hair tickled the tip of your nose as his cum splashed the back of your throat, licking its way down.

“Don’t swallow,” Yuji ordered, rocking his hips slowly to ride himself out in your mouth. “I wanna see —“

He choked his disappearing words down in the wake of his climax. You gagged as trails of cum escaped past your lips and rolled down to your chin. 

Finally, finally, he released you, pulling your head off his cock. 

He slapped your cheek expectantly. “Come on now, show me, show me.”

Yuji …

Delirious with him, you obeyed. You parted your lips to show him the desired evidence left on your abused tongue. 

He laughed — soft at first, mirth rife with disbelief, only for it to dissolve into hysterics. 

“Beautiful!” he said. “Truly, truly —“ 

He doubled over from his laughter. Tears that threatened your eyes fell now as you struggled not to swallow. Humiliation flared in your chest, rumbling your stomach like a poor meal. Yuji brushed past you to snatch something off the desk. Only when he returned to you did you see that it was the shadowy rectangle in his grasp was his phone. 

“Stay. Keep your head up — thaaat’s it.”

Light flashed in your eyes as Yuji captured your depravity. 

He raised his phone up to admire the picture. “Now I can see why humans carry such things.”

He threw his phone on the bed, affording you one final glance down at you before closing his eyes with a smile to himself. 

“You can come back,” he said. “I’m through with your little slut.”

You watched, mouth finally closed and sore everywhere, as Yuji popped his eyes open; life flared in his irises as though having been deprived of it beforehand. Yuji blinked furiously, waking from some disorienting dream. 

“Huh? I —“ he looked down and saw you. 

Your head was filled with cotton. “Yu … ji?” 

Realization colored Yuji’s face. “Oh … god.” He knelt down in front of you. “I — oh god, FUCK, (Y/n).”

You felt his hands adjust your clothes, flatten your hair. His hands were awkward, unsure in their movements. He stared at you in concern. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m — I’m so sorry,” he said. 

You placed a hand on the bed to afford you purchase as you tried to stand. The space between your legs roared in protest and you whimpered, stumbling.

“God … oh god …” Yuji said. His arms settled on your arms and for a second you anticipated a hug, so Yuji to do, but none came, perhaps he thought it better not to after …

After.

“Let me get you cleaned up —“ 

“No,” your voice was shrunk, rivaling the pain rattled in your bones. You pulled your panties back up past your skirt. “I’m — I’m … okay.”

You meant to say clean, but a desire to laugh at the hilarity of such a statement stopped you. 

“At least let me give you a ride home,” Yuji said as you walked to the door, soreness restricting your gait, “or — or —“ 

“I’m okay, Yuji …” You said, just a little more sure now. Your hand caressed the knob but you didn’t see it; your mind had turned to mush, reality blanketed by a sickening haze. 

“A taxi, then,” Yuji said. “(Y/n), please, I can’t leave you like — like this.”

Your hand remained unmoved on the knob as you considered his words yet didn’t answer.

“A taxi,” Yuji said and you could almost hear him nodding. Yes, yes, a taxi would fix things, wouldn’t it? “I’ll order for you, just … stay here.”

His hands were on your shoulders, gently carrying you away from the door. You looked up at him as he guided you back to the ruined bed; his eyes were … normal, wide and almost childlike. He left you with a gentle touch to your hand for reassurance before grabbing his phone.

Yuji … You watched his fingers scurry across the screen, hand trembling as he held the device.

Who are you? 

The next half hour carried on in a daze, an endless vignette of events ushering you from one moment to the next, mall snapshots taken seconds apart; Yuji ushering you gently into the backseat of the taxi; the streets, illuminated by nightlights, whishing past your window. The steps to your apartment. A door closing. Collapsing against fresh sheets.

You drifted into sleep — where, apparently, dreams and reality were one and the same.

-------

Sukuna waited with bated breath and excitement roiling the waters of his inner domain for the next time you dared to speak to his vessel. 

He’d laughed himself silly watching the boy thrash his apartment, crying about the friendship lost between the two of you, damning him to hell. 

You’re not getting rid of that picture on your phone, though, are you, little rat-faced runt?

Heh. Yeah, right. 

Humans.

Even more fun lay imagining you the next morning, the memories of the night before coloring your mind before the panic set in and came your mad scramble for contraceptives. Ha!

But then it came. A chance encounter at the university. You paused on the walkway as your eyes met his. Your precious skin flushed with red at the sight of him. His vessel stumbled, swallowing hard at you in turn.

Sukuna’s smile cheshired. 

What will you do? Will your eyes flicker down to the abs you loved so much? Will you speak first? He had to know, the human drama was delicious to behold. 

“Hey …” it was Yuji who spoke first, nervous hands hiding in his pockets.

“H — Hi, Yuji …” You fiddled with the strap of your purse. 

“Look …” Yuji’s gaze trailed downward. He gripped the handrail. Pathetic. “I … um … about that night —“ 

“It’s okay!” You said. “Really, it is!” 

Like hell it was. Already, your mind must have done the legwork to rearrange the turn of events, desperate to make a sensical narrative out of it.

Sukuna watched you fidget through Yuji’s vision. Your legs rocked against one another in your cute little beige skirt. He … recognized something, a familiar gesture he’d learned from nights ruining women. 

He leaned forward on his throne, anticipation clutching his hand. 

Say it.

Yuji looked up, clearly astonished. “Really?” a blush. “Wha — what do you mean?”

“I …” You struggled. “I mean …”

Say it.

“What …” You stammered, your eyes glued to his shoes. “What I mean is …”

Say it, you shameless little whore —

“If you’d like to get together again sometime?” You said, your sweet eyes tinged with hunger at Yuji’s parting lips. “If you want?” 

“Oh. Oh, yeah, sure!” 

From within, Sukuna bit into the sweetness of his victory. 

Hook, line, sinker.

[r0ckgoblin]

My pretty girl- b.ramsey x co-star gf!reader

summary: Bella deciding to be a tad bit petty to an interviewer who was being to flirtatious for comfort.

a/n: this is so short I’m sorry, hope you like it though:)) also I don’t think Bella would be the type to act like this, I’d just thought this would be cute:)) also I feel like I have no writing skills whatsoever…

warnings: fluff(?), tinge of jealousy, poor grammar most likely

stepping out of the limo, you smile seeing the flashing lights and hearing the people shout your name. the paparazzi compete for you attention with various iterations of, “Y/N OVER HERE!” and“Y/N LOOK THIS WAY!”.

you try your best, smiling and waving in different directions. your team leads you down the carpet directing you to your first interview.

“hi! y/n how are you?” the interviewer smiles brightly.

“i’m wonderful! how about you?” you ask.

“i’m amazing, i’m actually ecstatic to me your first interview of the night.”

“awe that’s so sweet you’re too kind.” you giggle.

“so first question i guess, you play y/c/n in the last of us, and she’s tagging along with joel and ellie, how do you feel about her relationships with the duo?” she questions you holding eye contact the whole time.

“wow! okay, great question, I love that actually. I want to try and answer this without spoiling it for those who haven’t…well played the game yet.”

“oh of course, of course.” the interviewer nods her head.

“um… I guess knowing what happens between them and..” you pause trying to find the right words, “I don’t know, these characters are so great and so well written. The relationships of friends and almost family are so strong and beautiful and so very important to this story.”

“wow so adorable”, the interviewer responds. she ask a few more questions, some about the show and some about what you’re wearing. she’s very flirty with most of the questions but you brush it off, because most of them are that way.

what you didn’t see is your partner bella watching from across the way. they watched intently as the interviewer flirted with you. they could also see you not playing into any of it. they weren’t worried that you would because they know how loyal you were. but, they were jealous nonetheless because everyone knew you two were together, you had been public about it since filming wrapped. how could people be so dumb.

“well y/n it was a amazing to meet you in the flesh. i hope we meet again. and i’ve been just meaning to say you’re so very pretty.”

bella heard the last part on their way over to you. they walked up behind you wrapping their arms tightly around your waist. you shriek not know who it was but you feel a kiss in your bare shoulder reassuring you to who the person behind you was. you giggled loudly, leaning back into bella.

“there’s my pretty girl.” they sayputting heavy emphasis on ‘my’. they come to your side grabbing you hand and starts dragging you playfully away.

“oh well bye, guess that my que to go” you laugh loudly, blushing at the camera.

you and bella finish the carpet together, their hand on you the entire time, whether it be holding your hand or resting around your waist.

you were slightly confused, sure they were super touchy, but they were more like that in private. the two of you enter the building with guides escorting you to your seats.

as you walk you mention bella’s behavior “so what’s up with you handsy?” you ask playfully.

“nothing just holding onto what’s mine that’s all. felt like the people needed a reminder.” they say smuggly.

“oh?” you raise your eyebrows grinning widely.

“yeah, especially that interviewer. the one with the eyes.”

“the eyes?” you banter.

“i saw the way she was looking at you. she had wandering eyes, she needs to learn to keep them to herself.” she says pulling out your chair for you.

“oh yeah? you jealous or something?” you say playfully.

“Oh please.” they roll their eyes and kiss you on the cheek as you sit down.

[monocytogenes]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @nirikeehan! Got two recent WIPs out and have been picking here and there at the Pravin and Theron longfic project, so here's some character work with the two of them getting ready for an op, ft. Theron doing hacker shit and being the most bachelor dude to bachelor, Pravin trying to shake his stimulant addiction, a joke about the metric system, and some inconvenient Gay Thoughts.

This premise is loosely 'what if SoR but it's the Star Cabal?'; you can find some previous WIP posts here:

“Everything is fine,” he heard himself say; distantly, as though through water.

“Oh, look at that.” Theron snatched it from him. “My unused PTO.”

“Yeah, nobody’s going to notice that.”

“Alright, I’ll get that taken care of. Thank you so much for your help. ...Bye.” Theron spun in his chair with a smug smile. “Got the credentials for the comms server. I need to check to confirm, but—” “That was fast.” Pravin tossed a bag of clothing onto the bed. “Wove a great story about a side-channel attack to a low-level tech and freaked them out so bad they didn’t bother transferring me,” he explained, turning back to where his datapad was docked on a table. “Let’s see…” “I have the uniforms,” Pravin declared. “I hope I got your size right; they’re using something called inches and I had to convert.” “Okay, sure, I’ll check in a few.” Pravin wandered across the room to the kitchen. Theron’s rented flat was prefab worker housing—little more than a bedroom and a bathroom, with tiled floors and plasteel walls resembling those of a ship. It was well-insulated from sound, though, and the man had intimated that he’d sliced the exterior camera system weeks prior to make his movements more difficult to track; the latter couldn’t be said of Pravin’s hotel, so they’d mutually agreed it would be better to continue their meetings here. He set the kettle to boil, sifting through Theron’s odd collection of teas: a few herbs common in Hutt Space, something floral that he didn’t recognize, and one called yarba whose packaging assured him it contained caffeine. Doubtless better than the powdered caf the man apparently drank, which somehow managed to be worse than the shipboard rations Pravin had endured in the navy. For fuck’s sake, you’d be better off with a stim, he’d thought derisively, a notion he’d then had to actively distract himself from for the following few hours, stretching against the lingering ache in his muscles. “Sweet,” Theron murmured to himself as the kettle pinged. “I’m in. What’s the number we want to forward to?” “Great question.” Pravin poured himself a cup. “Could your people take it?” “Let me ask if they’re available, given the time difference. Darok said 20 hours local, right?” “Yeah, we’ll get there maybe a half hour beforehand to be safe.” Pravin tapped out an inquiry to Shara, then rejoined Theron, setting the cup on the nightstand. Theron pulled a uniform shirt out of the bag, checking the tags. “Bigger one’s mine, right?” “Yes,” Pravin said flatly.

Theron yanked his shirt up over his head. He had a few scars on his back—faint, uneven abrasions that spoke of a nasty fall. The SIS clearly held a different perspective about such injuries than Intelligence; back in the day, all of Pravin’s comparable marks had been buffed out via the best plastic surgery the Empire had to offer lest they prove potentially identifying. Either that, or the Republic agency simply lacked the funding for comparable care. As Theron reached for the uniform shirt, Pravin’s gaze lingered on his shoulders, the ripple of lean but defined muscle around his spine. Theron’s eyes flit up to meet his; he quickly busied himself with the tea.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing

AN: Hey if you don't like it, dont read it but this will be written the way Barry talks. I'm not going to take away a character's disability just to make this.

“Hey (Y/N).” Barry said as he sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes. “What time should I pick you up for ouw date?” Sheldon paused as he stared at Barry.

“excuse me?” He said, eyebrow raised as he took in how I was leaning slightly away from Barry. “I didn’t think the two of you even got along outside of work.” I nodded.

“We don’t.” I shot a glare at Barry. “But for some reason, this dork thinks he can keep asking me out.” Sheldon’s glare deepened. “It’s getting exhausting honestly.” Barry rolled his eyes and nudged my leg under the table. I nudged him back and he bit back a smile. Barry dug his phone out of his pocket and I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "Sheldon, help me. Please." Sheldon just shook his head and continued eating.

"Hey Siwi, can you wecommend a westauwant?" Barry said. I looked over and saw him staring at his phone.

"I'm sowwy Bawwy. I cannot understand wecommend a westauwant." Barry's smile fell.

"You suck Siwi." He muttered before pocketing his phone. His hand found mine under the table and squeezed. "Anyway. We can always find one later." I looked over at him with a disgusted look on his face.

"I said no Barry." I said. Sheldon looked over and nodded.

"Take a hike Barry." He said. "No one wants you here. Learn to take no for an answer." I squeezed his hand before letting go as he got up.

“bye Barry.” I smirked as he shook his head at me. I could tell he was fighting a smile.

“latew losews.” He threw us a peace sign and walked off. Before he turned the corner, he looked at me with a smile that made me fight my own. Nodding to the side, Barry raised an eyebrow. I nodded as he headed down the hallway.

“you don’t think I know, but I do.” Sheldon said, watching me carefully. I turned back towards him and frowned.

“know what?” I asked. Sheldon gave me a look and I held up my hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about half the time Sheldon. so know what?”

“you and kripke.” Sheldon said, pointing his fork in the direction Barry had just run off to. “You’re together. Oh don’t give me that look.” I was staring at him with my mouth open. “He’s a lot nicer around you. And he lays off me. Which I’m sure you asked him to do. And you have been missing a lot of video game nights and comic book store nights.” Sheldon raised his eyebrows. “That secret boyfriend of yours? It’s kripke.”

“you sneaky bastard!” I laughed. Sheldon smiled at me. “And what if we are?” I tilted my head at him.

“I’m not happy about it. But I can tolerate it.” He said. I reached over and tapped his tray. Sheldon shook his head and motioned for me to leave. “Go. He’s waiting for you. And I’m sure he’s now worried about what I’m telling you.”

“worried no.” I said, standing up. “Annoyed, hell yeah.” Sheldon snorted and I winked at him before heading down the hall. “Barry you can come out now. Sheldon knows.”

“aw fuck.” Barry complained as he opened the janitor door. “How? You didn’t tell him did you?” I shook my head as he wrapped an arm around me.

“No. It’s Sheldon.” I laughed as he drew me into his side. We started walking down the hall to his office. “He’s worse than Sherlock Holmes sometimes.” Barry squeezed my shoulder and hung his head.

“alwight. I guess we tell the guys then.” I nodded as I put my head on his shoulder. “How do you feel about that?” I shrugged.

“I mean Sheldon was the big hurdle. It’ll be nice not to have Howard hit on me all the time.” I said. Barry laughed and kissed my head.

“only im allowed to hit on you.” He said softly.

“yeah. And I don’t know who I was getting more annoyed with.” I teased. Barry frowned at me and pulled me against him tighter with a growl.

“hey. Be caweful about that.” He said. I laughed as I turned to kiss him. Barry hummed against my lips. “Alwight. You have eawned my fowgivness.” I laughed and squeezed his waist.

“thank you.” I giggled and pushed Barry’s office door open. “Now we need to talk about you joining us for some kind of dinner thing at Sheldon and Leonard’s apartment. An initiation type thing I’ve been told before.”

“fuck me!” Barry groaned as we went into his office.

[strawwritesfic]

Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 10]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Master List

Chapter 10: Saying Goodbye

The day you left Japan proved to be just as warm as the day you arrived. You sat cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of your grandmother’s house with the sun beating down on your head. Despite multiple assurances that she would invite you back soon, being inside with your grandmother just made you feel sad. Unfortunately, coming outside didn’t make much of a difference, aside from there being no air conditioning.

Beside you was a small pile of luggage, on top of which sat the stuffed animal Takeshi had won you. You did your best not to sneak looks at it while you waited for a taxi to pull up and whisk you away to the airport. The events of the early morning still hadn’t disappeared entirely from your memory, and every time you glanced at Chinatsu, you felt your throat tighten up. 

“Hey.”

You looked up. Takeshi stood against the cloudless blue sky. He had his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows furrowed. After a moment or two of you both looking wordlessly at each other, you patted the curb next to you.

“Hey,” you said as he stook a seat. “I thought you had summer school today.”

“I snuck out.”

“Don’t do that. Hayato will yell at you. Besides, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’ll deal with Gokudera later,” he said. “I didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.”

“Didn’t we do that last night?”

”Well…” He rubbed the back of his head. You were relieved to see that his smile had returned. “I wanted it to be official. When’s the car coming?”

“It should be here in about ten minutes.”

“The summer went by really fast, didn’t it?”

“It did. I’m really glad Grandma locked me out of the house that day.”

“Me too. It’s been a lot of fun.”

“Yeah. Tell Tsuna and Hayato bye for me, will you? And tell Hayato he’s an ass.”

Takeshi wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer to his side. “I’ll try.”

“If you have to pick one, remember to tell Hayato he’s an ass.”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good.” 

You turned eye him speculatively. Slowly, you reached out to touch his cheek. Before you could chicken out, you closed your eyes and kissed him. This one was not over quite as quickly as the last. Only the sound of a car pulling up next to you forced you and Takeshi to spring apart. Cheeks hotter than the air around you, you jumped to your feet. 

Takeshi got up just as quickly, hands already around your luggage straps before you could get there yourself. He loaded them quietly into the back of the cab. It took everything you had to stand back, chew on your lip, and squash down the sadness rising up inside your chest. After all, you’d known from the very beginning you would be going back home at the end of the summer. Crying over it now seemed monumentally stupid. 

A soft weight on your shoulder made you jump again. But it was only Takeshi’s hand resting there before he said, “Everything’s ready to go.”

"Thanks,” you said weakly. 

You took a step in the direction of the back car door. Before you could open it, Takeshi reached forward and silently handed you Chinatsu. Your mouth opened and closed several times. There were so many things, most silly, that you wanted to stay. When you finally found your voice again, you said:

“Well...” You blinked and tried to get rid of the tears you felt pooling in your eyes. “Bye, Takeshi. I…I…”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

You shook you head. You were quite determined to say this, even though you felt even more monumentally stupid to be saying it at the age of fifteen in a country you might never see again. “I love you.”

Takeshi’s grin widened considerably. “I love you, too.”

The smile you gave him was a tad watery, but at least it was a smile. You opened your mouth to say more, but were interrupted by the front door slamming. Both you and Takeshi looked around to see your grandmother striding up the walk, smirking.

“What’s with all the water works?” she asked.

“I’m leaving, Grandma.”

“And that means tears?” 

Your eyes darted toward Takeshi.

Your grandmother smiled knowingly. “You’ll be back soon, so no crying.” She lifted her arms and, sniffling, you hugged her. She hugged you back, then released you to push you back toward the car. “Now get going. You don’t want to miss your plane.”

“Actually…”

“All right. Your father doesn’t want you to miss your plane. So get going.”

You swallowed. Voice gone, all you could do next was nod. Takeshi squeezed your hand as you passed, and you forced a smile at him before clambering into the car. As it began to pull away from the curb, you rolled down the window, stuck your head outside, wrenched an arm out with you, and wave wildly at the rapidly shrinking pair.

“Goodbye! I’ll miss you!”

“Bye, [Name]!” Takeshi shouted back.

“Goodbye, honey! Don’t worry! I’ll keep your boyfriend warm for you!”

You laughed as you withdrew back into the taxi. 

“Soon,” you promised your reflection in the glass. “I’ll be back soon.

******

As your grandmother watched the car drive you away, she shook her head.        “I really don’t understand this entire charade.”

“Eh? Charade?” Takeshi asked, brown eyes wide.

“Oh, you’re still here?” She looked Takeshi up and down. “What? You still worried about [Name]? Well, don’t be.”

“Why not?”

“Because I meant what I said. She’ll be back soon.”

“I thought she had to go back home for school.”

“She’ll be back soon.”

“For her winter break?”

Your grandmother smiled a knowing smile as she took his wrist and patted his hand. “Maybe sooner than you think.”

“What do you–”

“Well, there are still discussions to be had, but I do believe that you’ll be seeing our little [Name] well before winter.”

“But–”

“Now, why are you still standing here? Don’t you have school to get to, young man?” She lifted an eyebrow. Takeshi’ss expression slowly transformed from confusion to one of pure wonder. “Really, kid. Get back to school.”

He nodded as he turned in the direction of Namimori. “Goodbye, Ms.[Last Name]!”

“Bye, Takeshi. And see you again real soon!”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Seventeen: After Mass

Domenico slept curled up under Angelo’s arm in the hospital bed while Jason stared at the monitor. “Giasone, good morning. I thought you’d need this,” one of the nurses whispered. She gave him a coffee. 

“Thank you, Carina. Did the doctor say anything?” Jason questioned.

“Bacterial pneumonia… It’s not common this time of year, but it happens,” Carina replied, “Brandi’s coming to start him on antibiotics… I’m here to check on you for Doctor di Giovanni. She’s worried about you.” 

“Noemi called you?” Jason asked. Carina nodded. 

“Yes, she did. She said you were upset when you left—.” 

Jason’s phone rang. “Sorry… It’s Emi and the kids,” Jason apologized. Carina touched his shoulder and left. 

“Hello?” Jason answered. He heard the girls and Dario sobbing in the background. “What’s wrong with the kids?” 

“Give me some good news. The kids think Angelo’s dying,” Noemi replied.

“Angelo has pneumonia… He’ll be fine once he gets some fluids and antibiotics. Brandi’s going to do the IV for him when she gets here,” Jason answered, “Put me on speaker. I want to talk to the kids.”

“Papá wants to talk to you all,” Noemi whispered. 

“Hi… Babies. Kids. Angelo’s sleeping, but he’s about to get some medicine. Domenico’s taking good care of him until the nurse gets here. Do you remember Zia Brandi?” Jason asked.

“Zia Brandi’s gonna fix Angelo?” Dario asked. 

“Yeah. Zia Brandi—. Here she is right now. Hold on,” Jason whispered, “Brandi, can you say hello to the kids?” 

“Hi, piccoli. I’d love to talk, but I have to give Angioletto his medicine ,” Brandi replied as she turned toward Angelo and set up his IV. “ Giasone, I’ll be back in an hour… His oxygen was low, but I think he’ll wake once discomfort subsides. Have a good morning.” 

Jason thanked her. “Papá, why did Dom get to go?” Cecelia asked. 

“Domonic was awake and dressed. We might be home later today, but I want everyone to get dressed for mass, and then I want everyone doing homework, studying, or honing a skill for thirty minutes. Then, the day is yours. Okay?” Jason commanded gently.

“Papá? Will you call us when Angelo wakes up?” Katerina asked. 

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about that. I’ll call Mamma’s phone as soon as he wakes up. I love you all. Save a hug and a kiss for us,” Jason whispered, “Bye-bye.” 

They all said their goodbyes. After he hung up, Jason drank his coffee and took a picture of his sleeping sons to send to Noemi. Domenico smacked his lips as he snuggled closer to his older brother. Domenico slept for another half hour while Jason watched them. Jason hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours, and it wore on his emotions. Domenico sat up, rubbed his eyes, and climbed out of the bed. He sat on Jason’s knee, and Jason wrapped his arms around Domenico. “Did you sleep, Papá?” Domenico mumbled. Jason shook his head. “You can sleep now. I’ll watch him.” Jason’s lips twitched into a smile. 

“It’s not your—.” 

“Papá, you’re tired. You can go to sleep. I’ll wake you up if anything happens. I promise,” Domenico insisted. Jason nodded and pulled his chair to the hospital bed before leaning over it and falling asleep. Domenico read in a whisper tone while Angelo and Jason slept. 

*

A different nurse came and messed up Domenico’s hair after a few hours. “You look so much like your papá,” she smiled. Domenico nodded.

“Zia Bella? What’s in those bags?” Domenico asked.

“Fluids and medicine. Once Angelo gets enough of both, he should get better,” Bella replied. Domenico nodded. “What are you reading?” 

“The Last Day of a Condemned Man,” Domenico answered. 

“Oh… Isn’t that a little grim to read to your brother?” Bella questioned.

Domenico shook his head. “It’s Angelo’s book… He made me read it to explain why it isn’t just. They still have the death penalty in the United States… But they don’t execute their most powerful criminals. Not even the most vile ones,” Domenico explained, “I  still disagree with him. Every case has its exceptions… Maybe here. Maybe not, but I know America had criminals that were too dangerous to continue living.” 

Angelo groaned. “When we execute our criminals, what sets us apart from them? The legality of it all? You have so much to learn, fratellino,” Angelo mumbled. Bella chuckled and shook her head. 

“Angioletto… Welcome to the world of the living,” Bella grinned. Domenico leaned forward to wake Jason, and Angelo shook his head. 

“I promised I’d wake Papá if anything changed,” Domenico whispered. 

“What happened?” Angelo questioned.

“Papá was worried sick. I promised him I’d wake him,” Domenico replied as he nudged Jason. “Papá… Angelo’s awake.” 

Jason sat up and met eyes with Angelo. A rough sound escaped Jason’s throat like a cough, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He held Angelo’s face in his hands. “How are you, Angioletto? I was worried about you,” Jason smiled. 

Angelo grinned at his father. “I’ve been better… But it could be worse. Do I have pants on?” Angelo asked. Domenico nodded. 

“Summer shorts. And a hospital gown,” Domenico whispered, “Why?” 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Angelo answered. 

“Can you stand up? I want you to take it easy—.” 

“The bathroom is fifteen feet from my bed,” Angelo interrupted, “ I’ll be alright, Papá .” Angelo slowly climbed out of bed. Domenico instinctively reached out to grab his hand. Angelo shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m good.” 

Jason texted Noemi and told her Angelo woke up, and she replied with a Facetime call. Jason answered, and all the children sat crowded around her. “Where’s Angelo?” Claudia asked. Domenico leaned over Jason’s shoulder. 

“You just missed him. He’ll be right back,” Domenico answered. 

Angelo returned a moment later, heavily breathing as he sat on his bed. Everyone grew silent. “Did I miss mass?” Angelo asked once he caught his breath. 

“The power of repentance,” Katerina replied, “Father Simone spoke about Paul.” 

“I hate that I missed it,” Angelo whispered. Dario sucked his thumb as he looked down. “Hi, Dario.” 

“Angelo? Are you tired? ” Dario asked. 

Angelo bounced his head from side to side. “ Hmm… A little. But I’m not sleepy. I slept all night ,” Angelo whispered. Jason clipped the heart monitor onto Angelo’s finger. “ Papá. I’m—.” 

“Let me worry… It’s my job,” Jason interrupted, “We’ll call you later… Okay? Say bye-bye.” 

“Bye-bye!” they shouted. Jason, Domenico, and Angelo waved. 

Domenico climbed into Angelo’s hospital bed with him, and Angelo smiled. “You’re too young to understand The Last Day of a Condemned Man—.” 

“I understand it… And I don’t agree with you or Victor Hugo. What do you think, Papá?” Domenico asked.

“I’m biased, but every system has its flaws. We must accept that no matter what system we implement… Someone will suffer. Thorough detective work and evidence sometimes aren’t enough to deem whether or not someone is guilty or innocent, then there are the court systems and prison systems… I’ve seen cases where all the evidence pointed to a specific person who turned out to be framed by an intelligent and manipulative criminal,” Jason explained, “So, you’re both right and wrong. That’s how things are. As right as you may think you are, there’s always a case where you’re wrong.” Domenico and Angelo nodded, swallowing Jason’s words.

[space-cowboy-101]

🥽 Park Seonghwa, as depicted in a (hopefully near) future Fallout/Apocalypse au.

i’m kinda mad at myself for not putting a little perk picture for hongjoong because both seonghwa and yunho have one and i would’ve used this one for him had i done it. either Small Frame (because it’s hongjoong lbr), Magnetic Personality or Perception. but enough about hongjoong!

seonghwa’s cute lil bashful vault boys 😭 i searched through so many to find the right ones and those two describe him the best in the story, if i’m being honest.

and the nuka cola girl because 1. seonghwa sees the posters and definitely wants to try the outfit on, and 2. he loves nuka cola. who doesn’t. don’t tell him about nuka-world 😳

i’m not really sure where his story is going but i’m excited to write his involvement with hongjoong and how their relationship effects things.

anyway, his little summary thang! (that i now realized i didn’t do for hongjoong…i’ve failed my boy 😔)

Vault life is the only life he’s ever known, having been born into it unlike the old world that he’s heard about from folktales that may or may not be true. It always intrigued him how they had trains that followed tracks built above busy roads and could see a sky that wasn’t manufactured or a display created using a projector. The dwellers that travel outside the Vault told stories of the wastelands, the radioactive lakes and streams, the abandoned buildings and homes that can potentially house super mutants or raiders, and the bright blue sky that seemed to be the only thing not touched by the nuclear blast. But seeing it for himself was as possible as a radroach being killed by a good wack to the hard shell.

A Vault is what he started his own family in and a Vault is where he found a new one when the doctor and his scavengers carry in a dweller from another Vault, the features of the man dewey from the cryogenic system he was inside of before he was found.

‘Military Official’. ‘Air Force Pilot’. ‘Captain’. Those are the words they used to describe him and it caught his attention when he knew he shouldn’t have been listening to their conversation.

It wasn’t until he seen him with the baby the doctor had brought to him, that he came to the realization that this man—Kim Hongjoong—had charmed him with just a glance and the smile full of relief and love that he gave his son when he picked him up from his temporary crib.

…and remember; Vaults were never supposed to be where humans thrived under the pressure of a nuclear holocaust, but where they were tested during the events of one.

i know for a fact that i can’t post the yunho picture without spoiling his entire story 😩 i shouldn’t have added that obvious of a picture to it but i did…and now i have to live with the choice. oh well, i’ll probably post it next week or something 💀

what do you guys think of it so far? 🥹 i get so invested in these stories that they’re all i talk about for a while and honestly tumblr really do be getting it out of my system now. i feel like writing lil drabbles or whatever for my stories and posting it on here since my long stories will be on ao3 but i think i’m incapable of writing anything that isn’t longer than 30 chapters tbh. last time i did, the yungi one-shot was well over 30k words and it got turned into my dragon age story :D fun!

if you have any questions about my au’s or the characters, please don’t be afraid to ask! i will answer in paragraphs and in depth because i love them 🙂 i get so excited about people showing interest in the things i love and i get excited about ateez and yeah 👍🏻

which reminds me, thank you for the likes on my other posts 😭 i hope i can continue to fuel the ateez tag with as much au’s as i can think of and make someone’s day a little brighter with my little ideas!

bye y’all! 🫶🏻👋🏻

[justanothersimsblog]

Random Line WIP

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going.

I wasn't tagged, just saw @winterspixels post one and decided to do one too. This is early draft that it looks like I very likely won't use since I'm thinking of changing the setting

“Excuse me?”

“I’m king. Well, leader, whatever. But this sounds like its part of your apartment so I’m guessing, and from what your mind is saying I’m correct, that this is purely your office and I won’t use it. Great! I’m not liking this style.”

The attitude had taken Grayson aback so he was speechless for a moment. “Well yes, you have your own suite and office. All those rooms in this building are controlled by your bloodline.” He did his best to sidestep on the ‘im king’ comment.

“Ok well, I’ll have someone take me there. Maybe your assistant. Anyway. Thanks for taking care of things until now. You’re dismissed!”

“Dis-dismissed?” Grayson repeated.

“Yeah. I’m here now. You can...take a vacation maybe. Go fuck your assistant. I don’t care.” Ibis stood up and headed out, but before he was out the door he shot a last “bye” towards the still flabbergasted man.

[echoghost1]

InvisoBang 2023 - Dawn Of Influence - Chapter 7

Title: Dawn Of Influence Chapter 7 Title: Thinking About It Makes It Worse Summary: Danny is in his senior year of high school. His life, even with his still secret half-ghost nonsense, has settled down to a new, but manageable normal. That is until one day he starts to notice something is off. He doesn’t feel right, so he tries to find out what’s going on. His ghost form is changing but he has no idea what it’s changing into or why. Characters: Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Clockwork, Pandora, Frostbite Total Word Count: 17,010 Trigger Warnings & relevant tags: Mystery, Horror, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Ghost King Danny Fenton

You can find my fic on ao3 and read chapter 7 down below the cut!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | [you’re here] | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12

SUPRISE ART!!! o((>ω< ))o I had no idea this one was going to happen at all

Danny sat patiently while the phone rang.

It rang again and his leg started to bounce.

It rang again.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Voicemail.”

“Hi, you’ve reached Jazz Fenton. I can’t come to the phone right now so please leave a message after the beep.” Jazz’s pre-recorded voice said after the fourth ring.

“Uh, Hi. It’s me.” Danny started awkwardly. He did not plan for what to say if this went to voicemail. 

What was he supposed to say here?

He can’t just say his new arms grew in. What if someone else here’s this?

“I, uh, you said to call, if it uh, happened? And it happened. So I’m calling you. Bye.”

He hung up as quickly as he could and just stared at the wall ahead of him.

Voicemails were the worst.

Tucker patted his knee sympathetically, “Good job buddy. Nice and vague. Keep ‘em guessing.”

“I didn’t know how else to say it without saying it,” he whined.

“We should really get better at code words or something,” Sam said with a shake of her head.

Danny slouched in his seat, “Those only work if everybody knows what the codes are.”

“He’s not wrong.” Tucker agreed.

Sam just rolled her eyes.

“Now what?” Danny asked.

“I could order the pizza and we can go back to the movie while we wait for her to call back?” Sam suggested.

Both Danny and Tucker nodded in agreement.

“So one Veggie and one,” she gagged playfully, “meat lovers. Anything else?”

“Can we get a Hawaiian with mushrooms and extra olives?” Danny asked.

“Still don’t get that combination, but okay,” Sam noted.

“Also breadsticks, no cheese sticks. Garlic Bread? Yeah.”

“You good?” Tucker asked.

Danny turned to Tucker, “Oh yeah, sorry. I just got really hungry all of a sudden.”

“You did just grow two new limbs today,” Sam said.

“Technically they’ve been growing for weeks. They just finished today.”

“Whatever, I’m ordering now. Go eat some chips or something.” She pointed to the bar on the back wall.

How did he ever forget about the snack bar?

He wandered over to the bar, grabbed an oversized bowl, and just started adding a little bit of everything. Potato chips, pretzels, hot Cheetos, veggie chips, baby carrots, some gummy worms, both sour and regular, and to top it all off, he drizzled some chocolate sauce on top.

Despite being totally okay with sharing his snack mix, his friends did not want any. He didn’t get why, it was delicious. 

Oh well, more for him.

They kept the movie paused until the pizza arrived just in case Jazz called back while they waited.

Once they had their food they figured they might as well finish the movie. 

After devouring most of his snack and half of a pizza Danny got himself nice and comfortable on the couch. He did not want to move anymore today. 

The familiar sounds of the movie mixed with a full stomach and a very comfortable couch, Danny was asleep before he knew it.

Of course, he didn't know he had fallen asleep until he was woken up.

"Oh sorry dude," Tucker apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Danny wasn’t quite awake enough for words so he just focused on blinking the bleariness out of his vision. 

"You sure he’s actually awake?" Sam whispered to Tucker.

"I can call back later." Jazz said.

When did his sister get here? 

Oh wait, she said call.

That's right! He was waiting to talk to her!

Now that he was fully awake, he reached for the phone in Tucker’s hand. 

"Never mind, he's up," Tucker said before handing Danny his phone. 

Danny placed the phone to his ear and started to pace as he spoke. Partly to wake himself up and partly because of the things he was about to talk about.

“You got my message?” Danny asked.

“I did receive it, yes. Not really sure what you were saying but did get it.”

Danny sighed, “It wasn’t that bad was it?”

“I get you want to keep things private but I literally had no idea what you were trying to say. I spent like twenty minutes trying to figure it out before I called.”

He didn’t really know what to say to that, so he kept quiet.

“Anyway, I’m assuming it’s important since you called.”

“Yeah, it’s just um,” he paused and looked at his friends, they were keeping busy by trying to pick what movie to watch next.

He walked to the bathroom and leaned against the counter, “My arms came in.” he said simply.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said with a shrug she couldn’t see.

“Are you near a mirror?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“I think you should take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

He turned around and faced the mirror. 

Blue eyes looked back.

Fenton looked back.

A little tired, hair a bit of a mess, lanky.

The same as he always looked.

He shifted into his ghost form.

His aura reflected off the chrome and tile making the room even brighter. He considered turning the lights off but stopped himself.

Standing in the dark wasn’t the point.

He kept staring himself in the eyes.

“Danny?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me what you see.”

“Green eyes, white hair. teeth.” he hesitated, “fangs.”

“Keep going.”

He reached up and touched the tip of his ear, “pointy ears,” his gaze drifted to his hands, his gloves had changed since he had last seen them. They were fingerless gloves now. He guessed that was better than being stretched out or ripped apart, “claws.”

“What color?”

“Dark green. It keeps getting darker.”

“It’s okay, Danny. Look back in the mirror.”

He didn’t know how she knew he wasn’t looking but he did what she asked. He locked eyes with himself again.

“Keep your eyes on your reflection and look down. Slowly.”

He swallowed but did as she asked. Maybe a little too slowly. He wasn’t sure.

He didn’t really want to see it.

His new hands, the lower set, were gripping the edge of the counter.

His hands were pitch black.

Why did they keep doing that?

What did it mean?

“Danny breathe.”

It wasn’t until she said something that he realized he wasn’t breathing normally.

He closed his eyes and pulled his hands away from the counter.

“Can I turn back now?”

He wasn’t really sure why he was asking.

“Go ahead.”

He took a breath and sat on the floor as the rings of his transformation washed over him.

“You did good, little brother.”

“Did I?” He looked at his hand, his normal human hand. It sure didn’t feel like he did good.

“You want me to come home this weekend?”

“What? No, I’m fine!” he answered a little too quickly.

“If you don’t want me to start driving right now, you should tell me why you didn’t want to look.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You didn’t need to.”

He could hear her bed creak as she stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?”

He heard her keys scrap against something wooden, probably her desk.

“Jazz seriously, you don’t need to drive all the way here.”

She jiggled her keys by the phone to make sure he heard.

She couldn’t just come home for this, there was no need for that.

“I don’t know! It was weird.”

The keys stopped jingling.

“What was weird?”

“It’s just,” he sighed as he tried to think of how to explain it. “It’s like the accident all over again.”

“How so?”

He floated upwards so he could still sit but also see himself. “When I looked into the mirror the first time and saw green where there should have been blue I,” he stopped.

“You what?” she pressed.

He closed the door and sat back on the floor again.

“I didn’t know who I was looking at. There was a stranger there. He almost looked like me but he wasn’t.” 

He pulled his knees up to his chest and kept going, “That’s why it was so easy to go by Phantom. New name for my new face. I got used to it obviously. I’ll get used to this too I guess.”

“But you don’t want to?”

“Why would I? Why should I? Why do I keep changing? Why do I keep getting weirder? Why can’t I just be normal?”

He took a breath and apologized.

“You don’t need to apologize. I don’t mind listening.”

“Thanks.”

“Have you talked to your friends about this?”

“Why?”

“Because they are your friends?”

“It’ll just start a fight.”

“Why?”

“They don’t get it. They never have.”

“Never?”

“Not when I first turned into a ghost and not now that I’m turning into a monster.”

“You’re not a monster Danny.”

“You sure about that? Because the fangs, claws, and extra set of arms beg to differ. And of course, let’s not forget the added bonus of the literal horns that are still coming in!” 

He stood up and started to pace in the cramped bathroom. “Because being a ghost wasn’t bad enough now I get to look like a demon. Just what I always wanted.”

“Just because you look different, doesn't change who you are.”

“Easy for you to say!”

He has no idea what her reply to that is because he doesn't just hang up on her, he crushes his phone in his fist.

He doesn't need to look in the mirror to know his eyes are green.

He shouldn’t have gotten so angry.

He shouldn’t have shouted.

He regretted breaking his phone.

He tossed the useless tech into the trash and walked out of the bathroom.

His friends make a good attempt at looking away as if they weren’t just eavesdropping.

“Can one of you message Jazz and say I’m sorry?”

Tucker squinted at him from his seat on the couch, “Why can’t you do it?”

Danny just smiled nervously.

“Oh my god, you broke your phone?! How did you do that?”

“I held it too tightly?”

“Geez maybe keep a better eye on that strength of yours. You already broke the bathroom earlier.” Sam teased.

Even though it didn’t really feel like a tease.

Because he had broken things. The tile wall was busted because of him. The shower curtain was damaged because of him. The tub was dented because of him.

All he did was break things.

He ruined everything he touched.

How did that not make him a monster?

[nami-moittli]

Oh? It’s been so long since I’ve made that post that I’ve fallen out of my appmon phase, but I’m happy to fall back in for awhile to talk about him!

First off, like I said in the tags of the post this person commented on, my oc is more of a headcanon character of sorts, and I have included him in my appmon Gacha meme videos, so if you watch those, you might understand him, but you don’t have to.

Anyway, my oc/hc character is based off Yuujin, and (spoilers if you haven’t finished appmon) his backstory is basically that Hajime and Rei (though Rei does it begrudgingly, only because Hajime, Haru and Hackmon are telling him to) bring back Yuujin by grabbing the last latest version of Yuujin before YJ-14, so probably like, YJ-12 or something. And everyone’s happy bc Yuujin’s back and Haru & Ai are happy.

Though, of course, our revived version of Yuujin, is younger than Yuujin. And because model YJ-14 is stuck and dead in the dark web, they can’t get back those few years of memories back.

I imagine that in the hypothetical second season where revived!Yuujin exists, he would be suffering in the background from all the stress and inconsistencies that came from missing those years. I mean, he suddenly gained a whole new friend group, two of which (plus those not in the know, like Watson) would be a few years older than him. Also, not to mention all of the weird shit that went down during the appmon runtime, like, the appmon. And the fact that he’s an AI. And the fact he died. So, yeah.

I like to think that Yuu(our revived Yuujin) would be living with the Katsura’s, mainly because Rei still doesn’t fully trust him, and they(Rei, Hajime and Hackmon) need to be there in case Yuu’s old Leviathan code kicks back in, so, that’s fun (I will admit that I feel bad for Rei though, cause now he has to deal with being, basically the owner of a orphanage at this point)

And, anyways, after slowly showing the buildup of, everything, on Yuu’s back, he runs away.

Everyone immediately is worried (even Rei, bc by that point, while he might not admit it, Yuu grew on him) and starts looking for him.

They eventually find him, and that’s when Yuu tells them all (or at least, those who found him) that he feels, like he’s not even “Yuujin” anymore. Because, sure, he may look and act like Yuujin, but he doesn’t have those core memories that all his ‘friends’ keep bringing up. He doesn’t even remember meeting them! And it makes him feel, like he’s not “Yuujin.”

That’s when Yuu starts going by “Yuu” or, more specifically, Yuu Katsura (bc yes).

Everyone apologizes for making him feel that way and Yuu comes back. Only, a little different, as he’s now in an even younger body, so instead of being Astora’s age, he now looks like he’s Hajime’s.

Why? (Bc when I first came up with him he was Hajime’s age before I realized it didn’t make sense) bc he wanted to try and get a “fresh start” at being who he decided he wanted to be, and not “Yuujin”

Of course, his identity crisis isn’t over by that point, in fact it had only really just begun, and the rest of his story is Yuu trying to be comfortable in his own skin.

(And when he’s finally getting a hold of himself, Yuujin comes back-)

And yeah, that’s basically Yuu’s backstory. Sorry if that didn’t make much sense, or felt out of order. But yeah, that’s my appmon oc/hc character. I do have an actual appmon oc, being an oc who’s an appmon, and she’s Ai’s buddy! Though I still haven’t figured out her design just yet.

Anyways, hope y’all liked that. Just some rambling. Bye now, ig?

[hatsukeii]

Today, I’m thinking about… haikyuu + some other anime men that would absolutely eat UP chivalrous girls/non-binary peeps

warning(s): implied afab! reader (for fluency and flow’s sake) but since my afab but non-binary chivalry is what inspired me to write this anyways please feel free to interpret this as a non-binary reader if you want!!!

Something about seeing a girl wrap a protective arm around their friend’s waist in a crowd just gets them going. It’s how you guide your friends with a hand placed gently on their lower back or around their shoulder, the way that a boyfriend would, or how you offer to grab their bags on the way to class from lunch if they can’t make it back on time, it all makes him wonder whether he should become more like you as well- more like a man, than a boy.

It’s about him trying so hard to out-chivalry you, but always failing to be the one to hold the door open to a classroom, or to lend umbrellas, and pens, and notes, and tissues, to anyone who needs it. It’s about how all you need is a glance at someone’s face, to know to divert uncomfortable topics with ease, almost as naturally and quickly as breathing. It’s about you, somehow, treating your friends, and him, more like girlfriends than he has ever treated anyone.

One of those days, during a lovely, school formal dinner, he asks you why? Why be the man? Why not leave the chivalry to guys like him, and reap the benefits? And all you do is smile cheekily, and reply, “They need to know what being treated right looks like.” Your suit seems to glow a little when you respond, a glass in hand as you lean back on your chair, and he can’t help but wonder if you’ve ever been treated with the same kindness and chivalry that everyone else receives from you.

It’s the way that even at formal dinner, as he musters up the courage to ask for your hand to dance, you beat him to it, extending a gloved hand to his and tilting your head invitingly. It’s the way that he takes it, like a princess, and the two of you waltz on the dance floor, his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders. It’s the way that he tells you he wants to be more like you, and that he wants to be the one to hold your back in a crowd, to grab your bag for you when you’re running late, to lend you umbrellas, and tissues, and pens, whenever you forget your own. It’s the way that he looks at you, like you’re the epitome of what it means to be a good man- a man that he will become so you too can know how it feels to be treated right.

Characters: Hinata Shoyou, Daichi Sawamura, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Asahi Azumane, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kuroo Tetsuro, Lev Haiba, Matssukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Terushima Yuuji, Shinsuke Kita, Itadori Yuji, Yuuta Okkotsu, Denji, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata + all your faves<3

author’s note:

where are the masc girls/non-binaries today!!!! (me me me!!)

guys i acc love being my friends’ boyfriend sm like wdym you think you can treat them well um i’ve never made them cry or have to argue so who r you???? something about being chivalrous just resonates w me so much but i acknowledge that guys find me more like a dude than a girl or wtv so they’re always like yeah she’s cool i see her as one of the guys but like why am i acting more like a man than these guys ermmmm…

anyways this is a little nibble before i get to writing some real stuff tonight🙏🙏🙏 stay tuned…

tags!!

@starlysama @chuuya-brainrot @bailey-reeds @fiannee

ok love u guys bye bye

[bimboothefool]

🩷[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞]🩷

Basically I wanna give you and all my followers an update on projects I’m working on from videos to fanfiction, it’s gonna be on posts like this. Keep in mind right now in my life I’ve got many things keeping me busy like getting a job, filing for shit to help me get paid more and a shit ton of other stuff. So yeah I’m trying my best to balance my life back at the moment given I came back from a family emergency trip.

Let’s start with the twst x reader fic, it’s official name is So This Is Love, obviously a reference to the book of the same name along with it referencing the song of the same name. So This Is Love as of this moment will have romance illustrations both a masc and femme version hence why the wips showcased those looks. Mainly this added due to the fact I want this to be friendly for anyone of any gender or race or ethnicity background reading it and that the illustrations serve as a visual aid same with the mc design. Feel free to redraw them with your mc’s! Tag me in them so I can see and share them because I really wanna see the creations my readers create. As for the plot, the structure and timeline of events is still a work in progress.

As for the video side of things, I’m finally working on making a series where I turn Minecraft Mobs into Dating Sim Characters. It’s been a silly idea brewing in my head for a good while and I really hope you guys will tune in to watch it, once it’s out. Right now I’m in the script phase for the first mob’s video. The illustration for it and footage of the speedpaint is also completed. So all that’s left is finishing + editing the script, record my lines, edit the video and hopefully it’ll be a good learning experience for me. Given I’ve always wanted to make videos forever.

As for the art side I do plan to reopen and reprice my commissions along with giving them a proper home to where you can find and purchase them. They also need visuals for the artwork I can offer so for anyone interested in my art can just see my portfolio then and there. Along with that I might open paid doodle requests so that you can have a cute doodle if you’re not able to afford a bigger more pricey piece. I dunno how it’ll work, but the details will be worked on. That and I would like to make fandom related and original merch someday like stickers and charms, so yeah I dunno I’ll have to do interest checks for those.

For now that’s all the updates I’ve got, well I’ve got one last request to finish and then I’ll reopen them and have clearer guidelines so you can see what you can request from me! Regardless sill see you on the Flipside, bye bye!!

[someuncreativity]

It’s time.

As you know, this is a teaser image that I created for my new series.

Or at least you would if anyone noticed this post. Yeah, I see that only I liked it. Oh well, whatever.

Anyway, I kept it purposefully ambiguous as to what the series was based on. You might be wondering now what this new series will be based on, or maybe other factors like what’s the name of the series or who are the characters I’m showing here.

Well, I can answer two of those questions right now, but just to pad out the attention I get, I’ll be revealing the characters gradually.

So, the major franchise that I am creating a fan made series out of is…

Pokémon

Because I’m basic and also hate GameFreak with every fiber of my being.

When it comes out, the series will be titled:

Pokémon: Past and Future

And I can be as uncreative as I want with the name because when have GameFreak been creative with theirs?

I would stop it here, but just to get those tags in (and also because I loved the movie when I watched it last week but never got a chance to make anything out of it), here’s two of the upcoming characters doing the “This Barbie/Ken is” trend.

Note: I love them both with all of my heart.

Also, side note, I feel like it says a lot about me when I somehow understand more about myself after watching a less-than-two-hour-long movie about plastic dolls for little girls battling the patriarchy than I have in all of my years of living. Maybe I’m just messed up mentally. Probably. I digress.

Okay that’s all, see you tomorrow with the first few characters. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask them in the comments or in reblogs or directly in my asks or wherever, really.

k bye xoxo

This is gonna be quick because I’m leaving my country tomorrow and I’m not returning until Sunday and I probably won’t post until Monday, but I have something exciting kinda planned out.

Over the past week or so, I’ve been creating character designs for a new fan made iteration of a very popular game series. I won’t say which series it is, but just to give a few hints, this series has been adapted many times (console games, anime, movies, books, mobile games, et cetera), and it has been long popular online, though it may be a bit less mainstream on Tumblr than it was back then.

This series in specific is one that I don’t play and one that I have heard and seen has had wasted potential, especially in the last few years, but I genuinely think that, were the company behind it to put more effort into their products, the series would be far more profitable- not that it isn’t, but still.

That said, I’m not making an entire game- if any of you want to do that, go on right ahead, but I have no experience in code or game making. For now, this project will be limited to its story, which I will be releasing in comic strips on Tumblr or novel-style chapters on Archive of Our Own.

Whatever the case, I think this project is going to be a lot of fun, and a lot of that comes from the story. It’s a story that I feel needs to be told, especially in our day and age where we find it so hard to go about life like normal. It’s a story about facing something you feel you can’t possibly survive and then coming out stronger than before. It’s a story I think we can all connect to on some level. For that reason, I’m all the more excited to share it with you once it’s ready.

In the meantime, I‘ll leave you all with this teaser. I know, the quote on a gold background thing is kinda corny… but oh well. Nobody said this whole idea wasn’t corny in itself.

That’s all I wanted to say. Thank you so much for sticking around with me! I hope to see you all very soon!

By the way, for those of you who want to know more, at least one of the silhouettes in the image above has a dead giveaway.