#not that he deserves to have his 'voice heard' or whatever but they'll probably be seeking those recordings for a while

[thesoftboiledegg]

This is actually interesting. I could see the lost media community being on the hunt for those.

#not that he deserves to have his 'voice heard' or whatever but they'll probably be seeking those recordings for a while #justin roiland #rick and morty

[eclipixels]

I Didn't Sabotage Your Project

Summary: Short smut, academic rivals

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"You wanted to talk to me?" The blonde haired boy spoke, avoiding eye contact. His behavior made it seem as if he was too good to be wasting his time on you. You had asked him to meet with you earlier, and he reluctantly agreed.

"Yeah, did you sabotage my project with my tribute? Dr. Gaul specifically trusted me with those files!" You sputtered out, unable to contain your rage.

"Your tribute isn't worth my time, considering how poorly they performed. And perhaps I did sabotage your project, but that's because I saw potential in someone else. You clearly didn't deserve it," Snow says, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Are you serious? You have no right to be saying that. Take that back." You shouted, and you swear your skin was probably boiling at this point.

"I won't. Your inability to handle criticism and your constant need for attention are your downfall, not any sabotage on my part. You're simply not cut out for this world, little one." He spoke harshly, satisfied in the rise he was getting out of you.

Your expression completely changed from anger to fluster when you heard the nickname, and suddenly, you started choking up on your words.

"You know, if you're going to have any hope of surviving in this world, you'll need to learn to control your emotions better," Snow says coolly. "And trust me, no one here wants to hear your whining."

"Oh you stupid little pale skinned dumb haired loathsome evil roach!" You snapped, your hands in fists and your knuckles turning white.

Coriolanus's eyes widen slightly at your outburst, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. "I may be loathsome, but at least I'm not as bitter and an angry bitch as you seem to be,"

"did you just call me a bitch?" You gasp.

"I did," he speaks, his gaze never leaving yours. There's an undercurrent of anger and want that seems to pulse between them.

"I swear to fucking God, Coriolanus.." you seeth and take a step closer, your chests touching

"And what do you swear to do? We both know you're not capable of whatever you're thinking." Coriolanus challenges, his heart racing now. He's not sure why he provokes you so much or why he finds it thrilling.

"I'll literally kill you." You mutter, sure that a vein is probably popping in your head.

He leans in even further, bodies pressed together. "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asks softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You wanna find out?" You raise a brow, completely oblivious to your close proximity and the hand that falls on your hips.

"Maybe I do," Coriolanus whispers back, his hand moving up your thigh. The tension between you two is palpable, almost electric.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a rush, teeth scraping against each other.

Coriolanus murmurs something incoherent, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. His hand moves up your shirt, exploring your skin as he presses you against the wall.

"I fucking hate you so much" you whisper between kisses

His lips curve into a smirk against yours. "Is that why you're kissing me?" he whispers back, deepening the kiss. His hand slips up your shirt, tracing soft circles on your skin as he pulls you closer.

"Wait, what if someone walks by?" You whisper.

"Then they'll see what they're not supposed to," Coriolanus answers, his voice low and seductive. He leans in closer, his body flush against yours as he nips at your lower lip.

"My room.." He mumbles, opening the door you were pressed up against. He swiftly twirls you inside, lifting you up against it. Your legs wrap around him instinctively as he continues to suck the skin around your neck and collarbone.

"Hm, what was that about you hating me?" He spoke into your skin, your breathing still heavy and rapid.

"That I despise you? Yeah, that hasn't changed." You roll your eyes, hands still on the back of his neck and chest. You felt his muscles tense underneath your fingers, and for the first time, he completely stopped. “Watch your mouth.”

You paused, confused, and really took into account the situation you were in.

"Say you're sorry." He cupped your chin between his hand, squishing your cheeks.

"Excuse me?" You furrowed your brows,

You didn’t want to. But also, you couldn’t say it. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over your chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin, and you couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic moan. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

"I'm sorry, Coryo..." You gave in.

He responded by placing you on his counter top, beginning to take off your uniform. The articles of clothing were discarded somewhere on the floor.

"Hurry up." You impatiently urged as he began to unbuckle his pants. Suddenly, his hands found your throat, "For once in your life, shut up."

You complied, but only because the pleasure left you unable to speak. His fingers dipped into your underwear, sticking themselves inside you.

“You're so wet for me.” He made you feel drunk on his touch and you wanted more. All you could do was nod, the pleasure leaving you unable to speak.

You palmed him through his pants, began undoing his pants properly as you got on your knees, “I want it.”

"Course you do.” he gripped your hair and made you look up at him. He let you pull down his boxers as you kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left yours as you continued to softly taste the sweet precum.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He groaned before gripping you by your hair and slowly starting to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're choking on my cock.”

“So quiet and pretty.” He continued on as tears brimmed your eyes.

“I should’ve done this sooner.” He gave in to the pleasure. "Don't you agree?"

You could only nod as saliva gathered around your mouth and the base of his cock. You felt the back of your throat being bruised with each thrust into your mouth. At some point, he just let go and allowed you to do the job, watching intensely as you did your best to take him all in on your own.

He ran a hand through your hair, a gentle contrast. The feeling of shame and embarrassment of having Coriolanus Snow stuff your face with his dick was growing smaller as the feeling of pleasure rose high.

The wetness and aching between your legs grew, but no matter how much you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of relief, you couldn't find it. You were beginning to wish you had just shut up and let him go through with whatever original plan he had in head when he first placed you on his countertop. But, you just had to run your mouth, and you were facing the consequences.

Finally, you felt his cock start to spasm a little in your mouth, accompanied by the groans and soft whimpers that left his mouth. You knew he was close, especially with his hand that found itself tangled back in your hair as he slowly took back control.

"Come in my mouth" You managed to say, eyes lidded and hair extremely tangled.

"Was already planning on that." He spoke in a disgruntled tone.

Thick ropes of milky liquid filled up your mouth as Coryo slowed down the movement of his hips. He slowly pulled out and watched as you stuck your tongue, the last dribbles of his cum falling onto it.

Before he could even tell you to, you swallowed it. Something in him snapped that moment, maybe it was the fucked out look you had or the submissive position you were in at the moment, or maybe even a combination of both. But knew that he didn't want anyone except for him to have the privilege of having you like this.

Something changed in you, too. You started to reevaluate every single interaction you've ever had with him. Was he always his hot? Did you always want him this much? Was this a one-time thing? Your thoughts were interrupted, though.

"By the way," you heard him speak, your mind still in a lustful haze as he continued, "I did not sabotage your project."

#coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas #the hunger games #hunger games

[findafight]

Miraculous au

"before I start it's important you know this wasn't my fault."

Well. His Kitty sure has a way of setting him at ease. "You know that's probably the quickest way to get me thinking it's definitely your fault?"

Grimalkin sighs and plops, not ungracefully, beside him. "It really isn't. There are few, if any, things I could have done differently to prevent this, Red."

Red Scarab raises his eyebrow. "Oh? And what is "this", kitty cat? Leaving me in suspense isn't gonna help you if it actually is your fault"

He rubs his face in his hands, pinches his nose too. It's a habit Red Scarab has watched him do a dozen or two times by now. He's frustrated and probably embarrassed. Damn. "My best friend knows who I am."

"what? How!? You know our id-"

"she figured me out!" Grimalkin doesn't even make a pun of it, his nose scrunched and cheeks red. "She just. I rescued her, and instead of calling me 'grimalkin' or 'grim' or even 'malkin', she says "bye, my actual real first name"! I almost brained myself tripping when I heard her."

Eddie tries to steady his breaths. Okay. Alright. He wanted to be the first to find out Grim's identity, wanted to maybe be the only one who knew, but fine. He could share. They could work with this.

"how'd she know? She see you transform or something?"

Grim chuckles. Which, rude. This is pretty fuckin serious, little kitty cat. "She said when she saw Grim on tv he seemed familiar, then he kept being familiar. How he moved, talked, smiled. Something niggling at the back of her mind when she saw the heroes of Indy. Then, when I rescued her, it clicked. Suddenly whatever magic the miraculous puts around us to conceal our identities faded, and all she saw was me, her best friend, in silly cat ears and a mask. Saving the city."

"I find the ears charming." Red Scarab finds them absurdly cute, actually. But flirting with his kitty is for later.

"thanks. And that's it. She just. Knew. Saw right through me"

"you trust her?"

Grimalkin nods. "More than anything. I doubt anyone other than her could figure me out, anyways."

"yeah?" A bitter swoop of jealousy tangles itself in Red's stomach. Grim's voice is filled with unabashed fondness when he speaks about this nameless girl. He trusts her more than anything. More than red?

"well," he starts, as though reading Red's mind "maybe the same as you. In regards to my own health and life. I dunno. It's different with you. You're my partner." And ain't that just the sweetest thing? Grimalkin might be in love with some other mystery boy, might be so close with his best friend she saw through ancient magic to his core, but whatever is between them is special. Is different.

Flying above Hawkins, their borough of Indianapolis, bonds them differently than the others. Sure, Grim has friends and a potential boyfriend (as much as that pains him to think of) in his civilian life, and even a best friend who knows about his secret, but they'll never be his partner. Never have the same connection to him as Red does, saving the city from a superviallian. Red Scarab will hold onto that and keep it close to his heart for a while.

Grim nudges their shoulders together. "I really am sorry, though. You deserve to know who I am too. R--my best friend would probably get along with you like a house on fire, I'm a little worried about you meeting" and there he goes, saying such nice things. Acting like them knowing each other's identities and being ingrained in each other's civilian lives is an inevitability. Eddie hopes it is. The people his kitty loves seem, from the sparse details he's shared, quite bizarre and friendly and lovely. They must be, if Grimalkin loves them so.

"yeah? Think I'd recognize you out of the mask?" He says, instead of I hope so, I'd love to, I want to see all of the people you love and love them too.

He laughs. "Probably not. Hopefully not. Don't think I could handle knowing more than one person can see through me so well."

"would you recognize me?"

"no." He says it immediately, and it hurts, just a little. Like being dismissed. (Grimalkin doesn't mean to hurt him, he knows. Thinks the flirting is just for fun, a game, and not Eddie desperately trying to win the heart of a man whose goodness and snark and exasperation and humour stop him short and steal his breath away.) "I don't think so. The Miraculi magic is supposed to protect our identities, and once someone knows, they can see the overlap. Only someone who really, truely knows you and is looking would be able to break it. It happened to me because we have legitimately thought about the pros of combining into a blob person. I don't think many people are actually like that. They certainly don't seem to get me and --and my best friend." He shrugs again. "I dunno. That's what it seems like, anyway."

Grim grins at him. "Wouldn't be very magic if I just saw you walk into work one day and blurt out 'Red Scarab? Is that you!? I'm the guy in a catsuit you beat up supervillains with!' Would it?" If that happened Eddie would probably name it the single greatest thing to ever happen to him, actually. Second only to finding Tikki in his backpack after Hellfire a few short months ago. But his kitty is a romantic, and if he wants a dramatic, heartfelt reveal, then Eddie won't push it. They've got time.

#steddie #steve Harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie miraculous au #stranger things au #finda writes stuff #stobin #basically a direct sequel to robin finding out hehe #the love square...my beloved #its sorta reverse lovesquare but thisnis how it originally starts for them #also hawkins is now a Burrough or neighbourhood of Indianapolis to make it make sense #like there are only so many people in small town that could be the evil guy. a city is required. #finally decided steves hero name is Grimalkin. which basically just means cat but its kinda cute for him i think :) #tbh night crawler would be good and i was so mad because like. he couldnt. he couldnt name himself after an x man. no. #eddies was so much easier.

[murderousxcoffee]

Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 4: Double Date Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

CW: mentioned torture, mentioned [implied] noncon, blood, Danny Ghostface

I want her.

That pissed Trickster off a little. Not as much as Cortez did, but a little. 

He sat at the table in the large, empty room, ripped straight from Earth, and stared at the old radio. Sunshine wasn't on right now. Right now, she'd put on some metal band from Sweden he probably should have heard of, the latest in a long mix of rock songs from Brazil to Japan. Later tonight she mentioned she'd play a few hours of dark electronic music, things she didn't know the genre of but felt like they should go together. She was doing her best.

He wanted her.

He didn't even know what she looked like, and he wanted her.

It was almost insulting.

Trickster propped his arm up on the table and slid his sleeve down his forearm. The mark hadn't changed, still the same twisting spiral that bloomed like flowers on either end. He placed two fingers on the mark, and cold sunk into his skin, crawling up his arm.

Cortez feared him? Good. And the bandages over her mark dripped with blood last he saw her. How stupid she must be to not understand how much he hated her, how satisfying it was to end her life like the bug she was.

No, she understood. But she didn't know why, or who he really was.

He smiled. 

A shadow passed behind him, a figure hopped up on his table. Trickster's smile dropped. Without moving his head, he looked towards the Killer who now swung his legs in the air beside him.

"Hello, Ji-Woon," The Ghostface's voice, changed by a modifier, still managed to show the smile in his voice. "Having fun all by yourself, are we? Aren't you bored?"

"Fuck off," Trickster said.

The Ghostface laughed. "Oh, don't be mean to me. Aren't we friends?"

"I'm warning you," Trickster said. "I don't have the patience for your bullshit."

"There's no bullshit here, Mr. Hak. Not tonight. Tonight's special."

Trickster leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. A special night for Ghostface meant some certain Survivor was in for it, either torture or sex, it all sounded the same when you were far enough away. 

It also meant the Killer wouldn't be in anyone's business until he got bored again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll ask. Who are you going after tonight?"

The mask tilted to the side.

"Frank."

A small chill went up Trickster's back. He looked at Ghostface.

"They'll kill you for that," he said. "They'll kill you for even thinking about that."

"I need a challenge," Ghostface said. "And my sweet Felix is being very, very bad tonight. He's not left the Campfire once. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's learned." The mask tilted the other way. "What do you think?"

"Excuse me?" 

"Would you like to help me?"

Trickster spat out several choice words in Korean without thinking. Ghostface laughed.

"You assume the worst of me, Mr Hak. I don't need participation, just a little assistance…"

He glared. What Ghostface did was none of his business, but he'd never considered the possibility the other Killer would go after one of their own. Frank Morrison was no friend of his. The Legion were pains in the ass, unfriendly to anyone but each other, and desperate to prove themselves in the eyes of the older Killers. A terrible combination. Sometimes he thought if he could break Frank's nose and get away with it, he would.

But Ghostface was a different beast than the Legion. Even on Earth he'd known that, just from the movie Hollywood made about him. Without thinking, Ji-Woon rubbed the cold, cold mark on his arm. Did Frank deserve whatever fate Ghostface planned for him?

… Wait, when did he start developing morals all of a sudden?

"If you want my help," Trickster said, "It better be worth my time."

Behind the mask, he felt Ghostface grin.

"Don't worry," he said. "This is something you've been waiting for."

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Someone knocked on the front door. Sunshine didn't move. Her eyes locked onto the TV screen on her desk. She swallowed.

Three figures stood at her door, all of them in masks. She shuddered. The Legion? How did they find her?

Her janky security system had no sound, no movement, just one unblinking eye at each door. But she could hear them.

"Open up! We are Legion and this place is ours!"

"I don't think she'll let us in."

"She doesn't have a choice. We'll break down the door if we have to."

"Hey, bitch! Open the fucking door, or I'll rip your pretty throat open!"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She didn't move. Her numb fingers shook.

"What the hell kind of door is this… Hey! Open the door or I'll fuck another hole in you with my knife! You want that?! You wanna die like that?!"

"What if she's not in there?"

"She's gotta be in, right?"

"She is a Survivor…"

"And we're down one member."

"That bitch doesn't go into Trials, I don't care what she says. We would've seen her by now."

"I guess."

"What are we gonna do with her if she is in there?"

A pause.

"Guess it depends if she's cute or not."

Men laughing, a woman's nervous giggle.

The sound cut short. Sunshine listened closer.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Was that Frank speaking? He'd only spoken to her a few times before. "That's from - Give me that!"

A rustling of paper, a silence again.

Frank mumbling. 

"Fuck the radio girl," the other man, Joey, said. "This is bad."

"That's really bad!"

"Fucking… fine, we'll deal with this bitch later. Let's go."

The tension left her body. Sunshine leaned in the back of her chair. She looked towards the window, the top of it cracked open. A smile spread over her face. They'd had no idea.

She looked back at the TV. The blood rushed from her face.

Trickster stood at the door.

"Finally," he said. "Annyeong nae salang. I've been waiting for this, Sunshine."

She jumped from her chair, and it rolled back, slamming against the wall.

I need to hide, she thought.

She looked around, looked back at the screen. The door was open.

"Don't be scared." His voice wasn't coming from the window anymore. "It's only me."

Her eyes looked to the floor. Did she have enough time?

She couldn't wait, couldn't waste it. With care and difficulty, she pulled up the floor beneath her desk. The harder part was getting the floorboards back on top of her. Sunshine lay face down in the dark, her hands pressed over her mouth, and waited.

Wood creaked. Footsteps so close by. She closed her eyes, tried to stop the way she shook. 

"Are you hiding from me?" He said. "That's a disappointing thing to do. I've been looking forward to seeing you."

Creaking, squeaking wood. He stood next to the desk. 

"What's this?" He said. "Some song you've been working on? I don't know this program you're using. Music isn't an easy thing to do alone, Sunshine. Wouldn't you like some help?"

Tears burned in her closed eyes. Please, please, please, she begged. Please please, go away.

He must know I'm still here, she thought, her eyes opening. He must…

Wood creaked, right next to her head.

Something like fingernails scraped against the floor.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Sunshine clenched her eyes shut and reached out for the only help she had.

When Trickster peeled open the floorboards, all that waited was a patch of deep, fresh blood.

#dbd fic #dbd oc survivor #dead by daylight trickster #dbd trickster x reader #trickster x oc #dead by daylight oc #dead by daylight fic #dead by daylight fanfiction #noncon mention

[cryiling]

revalink but they're kpop idols in the same group and people make those stupid ass dating analysis/speculation videos about the both of them being a couple because their bickering comes off as flirting to everyone else 😭

stop bc this is literally yoonmin AJDBANDJ the bickering like an old married couple is SO THEM

at first I was wondering how would revali and link even be in the same group? and ik in this post you mentioned that revali probably wouldn't even be in a group, he'd be a soloist. but then I was like:

what if they were in a survival show together and they debuted in the final lineup 😵

I'm gonna be so fr I have never watched a survival show, not even i-land or boys planet, so idk how any of it works, but imo revali seems like he would be in first place throughout the show even though international fans don't like him, they're like how is he winning?? but revali is just so good (and the show is probably a little rigged since the judges have favorites, but it's not bc revali bribed them- he wants to win because he deserves it, not because of some bribery)

meanwhile, link is the fan favorite; he's charismatic and good looking, he regularly goes viral on tik tok, he does a freestyle like that one guy from bp, I think his name was woonggi? and the fans absolutely lose their mind, and link shoots up to first place. ofc revali immediately sees link as a threat, and so their (one-sided) rivalry begins (link is just vibing but revali is absolutely livid that he's second. out of 100. like that's stil reallyl good revali u can chill!!)

throughout the rest of the show the two are fighting for first place, every other voting period they've switched spots, and it's clear that they'll both make the final cut, but the real question is who's going to place first?

it's link. of course it is.

anyways they debut with hmm like 5 other ppl so it's 7 of them in the group (idk who though, don't ask me 😊🙏). and at first it's SO AWKWARD like revali is bitching about link every chance he gets and the managers are like.. can u pls stop. we keep having to edit the clips of you so you can maintain a somewhat respectable reputation 😭

the editors can do whatever they want, but at the dorms, revali and link are totally fighting each other, like istg whoever their leader is has to do some serious damage control every time one of them says something out of pocket.. revali starts talking abt how link shouldn't be on the team and the leader is like woahh hey let's not do that

that doesn't stop revali though :/

ykw does make him stop? after a huge fight where revali definitely says some things he didn't think through (I'm not gonna say bc it hurts my heart to think abt), link storms out of the dorms, and the leader (istg I'm gonna make it teba atp) is like dude u fucked up.. go apologize to him

and revali bristles and is like why should I?? but deep down he feels super uncomfortable and guilty for this whole thing, he's like have I gotten so lost in this rivalry that this is just who I am? he doesn't voice all that but he does leave to go find link, who is predictably in their practice studio. but when he gets there, he can hear crying through the door. and when revali listens closer, he hears, "I don't know, aryll, sometimes I just feel like I don't belong here. I don't know if-" a pause, a muffled sob. "I don't know if I want to do this anymore." silence, then: "i just want to do something right for once. it's never good enough."

revali backs away from the door; he's heard enough. he goes back to the dorm and straight to his room without talking to the other members. he shouldn't have been eavesdropping. and besides, if link wants to quit the group, that's not his problem, right? at least revali will finally get the spotlight.

but the thought of link being gone, it leaves a cold feeling in his gut.

umm this got dark fast and I don't like the direction I went in.. maybe their rivalry can be more lighthearted 😊 but yes anyways revali gets this wake up call and is like ohh maybe I shouldn't be an ass! and after seeing link in a new light he gains a new respect for him. so the next day after letting link calm down and after revali gathers his thoughts, he goes to talk to link and they're able to work out their differences! just kidding 😇 it's not that easy. but their dynamic does shift, and it becomes less toxic and the bickering and friendly challenging becomes more reciprocal rather than being one-sided bullying

atp it's been a little over a year since their debut, and their fans have CLEARLy noticed the positive difference in their dynamic. so ofc the crazy delulus start making dating rumors abt them! 😦 because there's no way they could have started being so nice to each other for no reason, something definitely must have happened! the rest of the fandom is clowning the shippers like ur actually so dumb for shipping them

as time passes the two are able to look out for each other but still have a sort of friendly rivalry! my brain is running out of energy to come up with things but they're literally yoonmin from bts, like look at this compilation of them bickering and tell me that's not them🧍🏻‍♀️

fans see these interactions and go crazyyy like maybe those delulu shippers weren't so delulu after all 😦 clearly they have a way different bond than with the other members, and they're constantly acting like an old married couple with the constant back and forth over literally the tiniest things. and ppl fr start making compilation videos of all their interactions and SWEAR that there's something going on, and it's literally just.. revali and link arguing whether , or link getting revali a bottle of water on stage, or revali and link on a team together during a variety show

bickering aside, though, they would privately support each other in their own ways 🥺🥺 imagining revali staying up late at the studio to practice until his voice is raw, the other members of the group have all gone to bed in the dorms but link notices that revali isn't back yet (omg bc they were roommates??👀) and so he gets up, prepares a mug of oolong tea, and brings it to the studio for revali. he makes him take a break to rest his voice, and after much convincing, link brings revali back to the dorms and makes him go to sleep

in turn, revali — who knows how vulnerable link really is to harsh criticism — takes extra care to compliment link when he thinks he does well, and to give guidance in a more constructive way. if they have a particularly good performance, he'll tell link that, and if he notices link having trouble with a certain move or part of the song, he'll talk to him privately abt it and help link improve!

honestly this whole au is giving me serious 13 iconic yoonmin moments vibes, like imagine revali stumbling across one of these revali x link compilation videos and actually looking at the way they interact with each other and going like oh. oh.

AAAAA anyways this post is so messy and the beginning didn't even end up being something I liked that much but I had fun writing this 😊 ty for the ask oomfie this was lots of fun to think abt!

#the yoonmin side of me came out while writing this post I'm so sorry #crow's revalinkverse #amiharana #kpop revalink is my favorite genre of revalink 🫶🫶 #revalink #revali #link #legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #botw #me being So Normal about this game

[aplantwitheyes]

Tecnical boy(smut)

DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE STORY (for the most part IS NOT MINE) CHARACTER CREDS TO AMERICAN GODS (Spoilers) 6300 words YES THERE IS SMUT !!!CONTENT WARNING!!! (Blood mentions (but not during the smut)) - male and female -switchy but M dom -spanking -edging -breeding _______________________________

The drive was quiet but not uncomfortably so, shadow moon and I had always gotten along great, he enjoyed my passive aggressive humor and he was a good friend. Once we arrived at her apartment we discovered the place in shambles the door locks had been drilled into and her belongings were scattered and blood splattered the walls. Shadow walked ahead of me looking around the room before he let out a scoff, "you have got to be kidding me." I walk over to him to see technical boy on the ground frantically trying to clean the blood off of him. He seems scared, confused, skittish. Before Shadow had gotten to deep in the realm of gods they had met. It had really messed him up, for weeks he'd wake up mumbling and gasping for air after the encounter. He never shared to much but he made it clear that he would remember it for a long time. "What did you do to her" he walked towards the younger man slowly, menacingly. Something about him seemed different, off. The kind nature seemed to have left him leaving a predator who just spotted it's prey.

"Nothing. I am here because of what that bitch did to me" he spat.

Shadow Moon picked up the boy and threw him at the wall. "I don't believe you"

I heard a buzzing to the right of me, I turn to see a phone on the ground.

Technical boy looks up at me and Shadow Moon grabs him by his shirt. "Wait wait wait wait" he says panic thick in his voice as he gets thrown against a wall.

The boy glitches and shakes in fear as Shadow Moon stalks over causing him to cower into the corner.

"What the hell his wrong with you?" Shadow moon backs off.

Technical boy rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stammers to his feet. "I told you, Beliquis fucked me up. I need her to unfuck whatever it is she did to me" he said weakly.

Shadow moon stepped towards him causing Technical boy to shoot his hands up flailing them, "ok ok ok! Stop it! I think I might have figured it out what went down here. I can show you if you give me the phone"

"So talk, fast" he nodded to me to give it to him.

"The last person Biliquis hooked up with here was Bill Sanders ... the Bill Sanders" he said weakly waving his hand at the tv.

The tv turned on showing a black van pulling up and a dozen men spilling out. "Turns out she sucked up one of the most powerful men in the US and his people want him back."

"Well shit" Shadow moon let out a heavy sigh glancing over to me. "Alright give the phone back"

The boy held up his hand the phone dissolving into his skin in the form of pixels.

Shadow backhanded him in the stomach sending him lurching over and crying out in pain. "I told you I need her help. I am coming with you"

"You fucking dipshit. whatever she did to you you probably deserved it. We will find her." He says gesturing to me.

We began to walk out before we heard a technical whirring coming from the boy. I turn to see him, his head tilted back his mouth wide open. A woman's voice could be heard.

"17 unread messages, first message; Hey dad I know you are getting my messages, everything okay? Call me please"

The boy groaned and growled stumbling onto the bar covering his ears. "Alexandra Sanders, his eldest daughter assistant professor at Columbia according to his contacts, now, she has left 10 voice mails, each more desperate than the last." The man winced in pain as his face distorted briefly.

"If Sanders had security detail so did the heirs that sprang from his loins. We lean on one of his daughters body men? They'll give us Biliquis" Shadow said surly.

Technical boy applauded, a sarcastic smile on his face, "gold star for Nancy drew"

Shadow Moon grabbed his head and slammed it into the bar.

"That's for lynching me peckerwood"

"I already apologized for that."

"Apology not accepted. Not now, not ever"

-

Shadow moon and I had to team up with technical boy because we had a common interest: finding Biliquis. He had a feeling she needed help and i figured he could use all the help he can get.

The three of us stood over the middle aged man bound in the alley.

"Great, great, a brick! And no bars. Whatever we are looking for you won't find it in that." Technical boy flailed the aged bit of tech in the air.

"We like our phones empty and dumb, like you 3 idiots" the man had a smug grin on his face.

"Where is she?" Shadow moon said.

The phone began to ring, technical boy glanced at the screen and answers it hesitantly. "Hello?" The boy scoffed and hands the phone to shadow, "it's for you " he hands the phone to Shadow.

"It's a secure line" the man says in disbelief.

"Well apparently not dickhead" he smiles at him, "Now shut the fuck up"

"Hello?... yeah?" Shadow rolls his eyes and walks a few feet away talking quietly.

Technical boy looks me up and down shifting his stance. "How do you know shadow?"

"How do you?" I said smugly.

Technical boy shivered and shook his head, "it's not important"

"Okay"

"Why don't you like me?"

"What have you done for me to like you?" I turn to him arms crossed.

The boy glitches slightly, "well" he stammers.

Shadow moon walks back over, "look there is no reason for this to turn adversarial. So just give us the location of where she is being held, you get to go about your business."

"Who are you guys?"

"Okay here is the deal, shithead. You are going to tell us what we need to know, or we are going to peel your fucking skin off with fucking kerosene. You dig? " Technical boy whisper yells.

"Kerosene? Seriously?" The man asks bored.

Shadow moon yanks the boy back. "I'm gonna need you to dial it back to about a 2. I'll handle this" Shadow holds technical boy by the neck talking him back over to the man.

"You really have no idea who you are dealing with. You ever hear the alien agenda? No? Cause you are so far out of your league, you don't even know what game your playing." Shadow elbows Technical boy hard in the head sending it flying back dripping pixels earning whimpers and glitches from the boy. The boy whines uncomfortably shaking himself back together.

"You better start talking or you're gonna see some shit that you really can't unsee"

"What's that stuff spraying out of his head?" The man said his voice panicky.

"You know what? Give him a taste" shadow moon steps back from Technical boy pulling me back with him. The mans gaze shifted between all of us his eyes wide and full of fear.

Technical boy twitched, a whirring noice coming from within him, the boy yelled a disturbing cry a surge of color and pixels irrupted from his mouth coating his body.

The man began to fall back before shadow moon grabbed his head and held it forcing him to watch.

Technical boy looked like he just stepped out of an old school video game, the colors and pixels danced across his skin like the northern lights. I was in awe but did my best to hide it. I had never seen something more beautiful.

"Ever been probed Mark? You know grabbed up by the greys, tall whites, you never remember a thing... but.. his kind.."

Technical boy made a loud distorted growl.

"Yeah. The shit you never forget... no matter how hard you try"

"We"ll start with the reproductive system" technical boy said eerily creeping his way over to the man. The pixels sunk back into his skin leaving him looking human again.

"No no no! Wait, wait, wait, wait! She's in Hoboken! She's being held um ... in the beholding behind the lumber supply.

"Let's go." Shadow moon said patting the man on the back.

-

I was in the store paying for gas and picking up some drinks from a cooler when technical boy came up beside me. "Why are you still hanging around him?"

"He is my friend" I say nonchalant deciding on a drink.

"Well Mr World could be a friend too, I'm sure he would be happy to have you in our ranks"

"I bet but let's set something straight shall we" I say slamming the door to the cooler. "I will never join him, or you, and I just so happen to find you and your boss corny as fuck. The only reason I am even associating with you right now is because we need your help to rescue Beliquis."

Technical boy raised an eyebrow, his nose and lip twitching. "If I was operating at full capacity you wouldn't be saying those things" he said through his teeth.

"Oh I wouldn't, Because you know me so well. You aren't scary kid you can surge and glitch all ya want but you couldn't and can't do shit to me"

The man surged dodging out of sight from the cashier, "I hate you"

I smiled at him and went to go pay for our snacks, I peer out the window to see shadow moon on the phone, he seemed upset.

I made my way out of the store bags in hand Technical boy close behind, "what's up?"

Shadow sighed, "my father, something is wrong with him."

"Shit. Do you want to head back?" I set the bags in the back seat.

"No!" Technical boy blurted. "I need her to undo whatever she did to me!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm not going back, not yet" he said smacking technical boy hard on the back. "Get in"

We drove for a few more hours, the compound was still about 12 hours away and none of us were in a position to safely drive the car so we decided to stop at an inn and rest up for a bit.

We had to share a room but luckily there were 2 beds. Shadow moon had decided to go to get food across the street leaving me with nerd bot.

I quietly read a magazine in bed trying to relax when Technical boy decides to turn on the tv and turn it all the way up. "Can you not?" I say irritated.

"No" he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Turn it down!"

"You!"

I chuck the magazine nearly hitting his head.

"You missed bitch"

I sat up quick, "do you exist to irritate people?"

"Just you" he smirked.

"Turn. it. down."

"Aw or what? You going to get your bulldog to throw me?"

"That would be very entertaining but I can handle myself"

"Against a god?"

I stand walking over to him, "I am a goddess you rat"

The boy laughed, "of what being a side piece?"

I slapped him hard across the face causing him to glitch. He stood up from his chair "Don't touch me"

"Fuck you" I shoved him back into his seat and walked over to the tv turning it off.

When I turned he was behind me, his face angry and glitching. He grabbed my throat squeezing cutting off my air. "Listen here princess I don't know who you think you are but you are not going to talk to me like this. I will have you wiped of this plane faster than you can say 'help me mutt' got it?"

My life started to flash before my eyes, technical boy sighed deeply. "Interesting.. a goddess of reality"

I shoved him off struggling to catch my breath, "what was that?"

"I downloaded your memories, what a cute life you had" he said mockingly. "I never would have guessed that's how you used to be"

"Shut up"

He stalked his way over to me, "you are like a little mouse so small and fragile... surrounded by snakes and hawks"

"You pack quite a punch little mouse.. so why aren't you swinging? Hm?"

I felt my heart sink.

"Why is a goddess like you hiding?"

"I'm not.. I don't know what you are talking about"

"Oh right, because if either party knew how big of an asset you are they'd want you to fight for them. And why don't you want to fight mouse?" His face was an inch away from mine. His light blue eyes stared into mine I would say he was looking for something if he didn't already know everything he needed to.

I felt all my boldness slip away, I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass his gaze like the sun burning a whole into me. I felt like a scared little mouse. I glanced at the door hoping Shadow Moon would bust in any second, but he didn't. I felt like I was unable to move, I froze just like I had then, what was the point of all this power if I didn't have the balls to use it.

The god laughed, "yeah, okay, well we will have to work on that won't we"

"we are not doing anything"

"Oh Don't think so, see if you don't I will tell everyone what you are and where you came from. Oh! Let's see how they feel about the fact you knew about everything" he said through his teeth.

"You could have prevented all of this.. all of that death."

I felt the tears swell in my eyes, "I tried" I said weakly.

"No you didn't because if you did it wouldn't have happened" he yelled.

He backed away from me glitching violently as he paced. "You know I am only fighting this war to make my father happy, He is fighting for survival, what do you fight for? It's fun? You think this shit is fun? Is this how you pass the time?"

"I tried to help!" I yelled.

Technical boy yelled over me,"No!"

I turned away from him, warm tears ran down my cheeks.

"Stop that" he spat

I got up from the bed and walked to the opposite side of the room.

His eyes followed me closely, "do you know what's wrong with me"

"I thought you already knew everything boy genius" I said weakly.

"Just the basics" he shrugged.

I scoffed, "I do actually"

He rushed over to me, "what is it?" His voice sounded desperate and scared.

"Fuck you!"

The man groans and slammed his fists into the wall either side of me causing me to jump.

"Fine!" I yelled. "They are fucking emotions you nutcase" I spat.

He looked at me confused and swallowed hard, "that's not possible... I am not" he trailed off. "You are lying she... Beliquis, she broke me!"

I shook my head, "no but you are making it worse"

He brought his face closer to mine and whispered, "what do you mean"

"Trying to suppress them" I said softly.

I could see the gears grinding in his head trying to comprehend what I was saying. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before quickly turning and walking away from me.

"Did you not have them before?"

He shook his head.

I laughed a little, "no wonder"

He glared at me, "what?"

"No wonder you are such a dick you had no emotions ... like guilt or empathy or sadness."

The boy rocked on the bed. "What do I do?"

"Well nothing you just have to let them happen" I took a seat next to him.

He shook his head violently. "No it's to much"

"Not all emotions are uncomfortable"

His eyes snap to mine, "what do you mean"

"Well there is joy and happiness and peace and love"

The boy scoffed, " That's for children and hippies."

I turned towards him, studying him.

His blonde hair messy and disheveled, his blue eyes filled with worry and uncertainty. He caught me looking and I saw his breath hitch followed by a glitch.

"What was that?"

"Fuck if I know" he scoffed locking his gaze on the ground.

"Well describe it"

"I got this .. weird feeling in my stomach and my heart started beating faster and I .." he trailed off.

I felt my face go red. He glanced at me worried, "what, what is it?"

"Uhm" I trailed off. "Do you think I am pretty?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, his face going red, "no! What a stupid question"

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well you are not ugly" he mumbled.

"Well it could be your .. body telling you that" I glanced around the room looking for something to do.

"Ew" he said abruptly.

I gasped and slapped his arm.

"Well no offense it's just that I find that weird..." he said quietly.

"Find what weird? Thinking I am pretty?"

"Yeah, cause I also cannot stand you" he said flatly.

I rolled my eyes, "glad we are on the same page."

"You... also thought I was pretty" he said smugly.

"What?" I blurted.

He smirked, "back at the ally"

"Well I had never seen anything like it .. it wasn't because it was you"

"Yeah sure"

"Okay nerd bot" I stand up.

"What did you call me?"

I lean over him using his legs as support. "If you are so disgusted by me" I whisper into his ear. "Why do I make you nervous?"

Technical boy gulps glitching hard, "you don't"

"You are a bad liar" I smile. "Sooo can you only read my mind when you touch my skin?"

He nods hesitantly.

I smirk and run my hand up his thigh over his jeans, his body ripples with glitches as I do. His eyes locked onto mine a slight eagerness there.

"What are you.." he trails off.

I run my hand up his chest and softly push him onto the bed climbing on top of him. His breathing starts to pick up as I run my hands up and down his body. His eyes close as he swallows hard.

"Have you ever been touched like this?"

He shook his head no.

"What are you feeling now?"

He stammers as his body glitches.

I climb off of him and climb into the other bed grabbing the magazine on the way. I hear the door handle rattle before it opened and shadow moon strolls in with a paper sack. He dumps the bag out on the entertainment center to reveal a handful of burgers.

"Eat up we are heading out in an hour"

Technical boy gets up and rushes to the bathroom without a word.

"What was that about"

I roll my eyes and shrug, "who knows, kids a nut"

-

We sat outside the compound coming up with a plan. "Why don't you do your thing" Shadow Moon said wiggling his fingers, glancing at Technical boy.

"My thing" technical boy spat.

"You know the little thing you do. Take down the cameras and hack the mainframe or something"

"Do you think if I could do any of that shit right now I would need you idiots?!"

"Keep talking shit and I'm going to start beating on you too" I mumbled.

Technical boy sat back an angry expression on his face.

"Alright, you 2 stay here I'm going to scout out the area and see what's up we may have to take out a few guards"

I half assed saluted and he got out of the car and wondered off.

Technical boy climbed into the front seat. "What the fuck was that"

"What was what?" I said avoiding his gaze.

"You know damn well"

"I had to get you back for man handling me" I glared at him. "And if I'm honest I don't think that was enough" I smile apologetically.

He stammered, "no!"

"No? You didn't like it?" I pouted.

"I-"

"Mhm, well okay no does mean no. I will not do it again but I am going to actually get you back"

"How?"

"I may just beat your ass, who knows"

He grew silent as he stared out the front window deep in thought.

"I don't like the way you make me feel" he says after a while.

I scoff, "I am sorry?"

He glances over at me. "You do make me nervous"

I look over at him.

"I remember the first time I ever saw you I felt it"

I felt my cheeks heat up. Does he not know what he is saying?

"And back at the motel... I have... done things but"

"Okay!" I blurted. "What is this about? What are you saying?

"I don't know really" he sighed resting his head on the seat. "I just know you are different. It's probably because I hate you."

"Gee thanks"

-

Shadow moon eventually comes back and gets us. We make our way to Beliquis' cell and find the door wide open, the room full to the brim of water. It was not physically possible the water should have spilled out taking us with it but it didn't. We saw something moving in it, coming closer.

"Oh no" I heard technical boy mumble.

I turn to see him running away. Without thinking I run after him.

"Hey!" I yell.

Technical boy turns, he is breathing heavily and seems almost manic. He was glitching harder than he ever had before. I made my way over to him slowly, "are you okay?"

"Wait!" I hurried after him.

He disappears around a corner and by the time I make it I don't see him anymore. I stop to catch my breath when someone comes up behind me and grabs me shoving me into the wall.

"Why are you following me?!" Technical boy yells.

"I wanted to know what your problem was you dick!"

"I am going home to figure out what is wrong with me"

"Isn't that days away from here?"

He breathes heavily as he is starting to panic.

"Hey hey, I can get you there"

"What do you mean"

I hold out my hands, "trust me"

"Fuck no!"

"Fine then, rot" I turn sharply.

"Wait!"

I turn on my heal a big smug smile on my face.

"Fine" he says annoyed and holds out his hands.

I take his hands, his skin is soft, I run my fingertips up his hands then wrists then forearms. His arms were vainy and looked strong. I caught myself and looked at technical boy who had a shocked expression on his face.

I took a deep dismissive breath in and closed my eyes, we were engulfed in a cloud of black smoke and when it dispersed we were in what looked like a giant motherboard.

Technical boy yelped and looked around frantically taking in his surroundings. "You mean to tell me you could teleport this entire time?"

I nod blankly.

He pinches his nose bridge and shoves his way past me making his way to a large control panel.

"Run diagnostics"

"It appears you are malfunctioning" a robotic voice responds.

"No fucking shit! Why?" He yells

"Can you explain what is happening?"

He sighs deeply, " I get these feelings, my heart starts pounding my hands get sweaty I get a weird feeling In my stomach"

"It sounds like emotions"

"No!"

"Emotions are a natural instinctive state of mind from ones circumstances, mood, or relationship with others"

"I know what they fucking are and I am telling you there is no way!"

"To find out what is happening please insert artifact 1"

"The fuck is that?!" He slams his fist on the panel. "Fuck!"

I flinch from the noise. "I already told you-"

"Shut up!" He yells. Technical boy turns glitching wildly. "You make it worse! Just shut up!"

I walk over to him, "suppressing them makes it worse" i say quietly.

He glares at me.

"Maybe figuring out how you actually feel will help"

He sighs deeply. "the only time it gets really bad is when I am attacked or ... when" he trailed off. "Back at the motel but it was different"

"Well being attacked is scary.. maybe you got scared?"

He shrugged, "and the motel?"

"Well what was going through your head?"

He paused for a moment, "I felt really good and tingly but angry that it was you that made me feel that way.. but I didn't want you to stop"

I felt myself blush and nodded.

"Well?"

"Oh uh.. I guess I was turning you on?"

"What like... horny?"

I walked away from him, the conversation getting to awkward, "I guess"

I looked around the ceilings were high and the end of the row seemed a mile away, our voices echoed off of the concrete.

"Do you ever feel that way?"

"Sometimes"

"When you touched me in the ally I felt it.. but it wasn't mine"

I felt like my words got caught in my throat. I'll admit I wouldn't have minded had things escalated in the motel in that moment but I know I'd also be angry with myself if it had. What would that say about me?

"Hello?

"Uhm, so? It just happens sometimes"

He put his hand on my shoulders and turned me around. He looked deeply into my eyes as he ran his fingertips gently down my arms, my breath hitched. He grabbed my hands and a rush of images flooded my head. Thoughts about what I really wanted to do in that hotel room, and in the car, even right now. A part of him made my blood boil but the other half just wanted to ruin him .. to be ruined by him.. and now he knows.

I saw the look of disbelief on his face. I yanked my hands away and started walking the opposite direction. "I told you to stop doing that" I yelled.

I hear him running up behind me and my shoulders tense. He grabs me again and I feel myself spin around but before I could register anything else I felt his soft lips on mine. Images of sparks and fireworks filled my mind, bright colors filled my eyes. I kissed him back almost involuntarily my arms went over he is shoulders, my hand finding it's way to his hair running my hand through it. The kiss was hungry and desperate, he wrapped his arms around my waist pressing me into him. I could feel the heat from his body and I craved it.

A groan escaped his lips and he ran his hands up my sides to my face. He softly traced his thumb over my cheek till eventually his hand found my neck. His rings cold against my skin as he squeezed lightly.

"Fuck I want you so bad" he groans.

I run my hands up his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt, he starts to lift mine up and I hold my arms up to make it easier.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks me up and down, "you are perfect" he whispers.

I feel my face heat up as I guide him to the floor getting on top of him. He smirks up at me and I kiss his neck, trailing small kisses from his jaw to the nape of his neck. His breath hitches as I bite him softly. I find his sweet spot sucking and licking softly leaving a small hickey earning a moan from him. I eagerly squeeze my legs together already wet for him.

I run my hands up his now bare chest, I lick and kiss my way to the hem of his boxers. I look up at him as i unbuttoned his jeans and wiggle them down, he lifted his hips to make it easier. "Fuck" he mumbled, watching me intently.

I kiss his bulge over his boxers palming him softly causing him to groan. I bring myself up to look him in the face. His eyes were wide and needy, he squirmed beneath me. I planted a kiss on his soft pink lips as I began to softly grind on his bulge, earning a gasp and moan the both of us.

He whined into the kiss as I grind faster becoming more needy myself. My hand snaked it's way to his neck squeezing tightly, Technical boy's eyes rolled back bucking his hips into mine desperately. I wanted to ruin him, make him a whimpering babbling mess beneath me, and at this rate it wouldn't be very hard. I had honestly expected more of a fight.

I make my way back down to his boxers tugging them off, his hard cock springing out at me. I bite my lip to hide my excitement.

I kiss the tip of his cock before licking from the base to the tip causing technical boy to shiver, his breath hitching and unsteady. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking lightly as I lick circles. A long groan escaped his lips, "my god"

I smile to myself as I work his cock with my mouth earning moans from the man each louder than the last.

"Fuck! Wait!" He gasped.

I lift my head of him causing a loud pop. "Yes?"

"I thought i was gonna..." he said catching his breath. "That felt really good" His dick twitched beneath me, I watched it eagerly.

"You we're gonna cum" I said more like a question.

"Yeah" he said.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

He nodded eagerly, "please"

I smiled at him taking his cock in my hand stroking it slowly, rubbing the tip across my tongue before taking it in my mouth again. His moans continued as I pumped his cock. I felt it twitch and pulse and knew he was getting close again, so I stopped.

"Wha?" He whimpered.

I crawled over him so our eyes met, "remember when I said I was going to get you back?"

His expression changed as the realization hit, "you wouldn't"

I nodded biting my lip, "but I would" I said, false sympathy thick in my voice.

He sat up his body pressed to mine, his cock resting on my thigh. "Fine. 2 can play at that game, pretty"

He kisses me hard, his hands wonder my body before one settles in my hair the other palming my boob under my shirt. I kiss him back grinding on his thigh moaning softly.

He lowers me onto my back holding himself up above me. My gaze lowered to his cock swinging occasionally grazing my stomach. He sees this and grabs my face so my eyes meet his, a big smile on his face. "Not yet" He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, my boobs spilling out.

"Wow" he mumbles as he kisses around my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth sucking and licking gently.

I moan, my back arching pushing my body into him only making him push it back down almost harshly. "Stay still" He made his way over to the other boob and gave it the same treatment as the first.

I felt him push his thigh into my crotch causing me to moan. He kissed down my body just as I had until he made his way to my pants taking them and my underwear off in one motion. I gasped at the cold feeling exposed.

He leaned back eyeing me up and down, a soft blush crept across his cheeks. "You really are a goddess" he said quietly.

Now my cheeks were the ones going red. He ran his fingertips across my thighs, studying me, taking me in. He then replaced his fingers with his lips scattering soft kisses causing the heat between my legs to grow hotter.

He placed his hand on my mound running his thumb up by slit softly earning a moan from me. "You are so wet" he said quietly watching intently as he played with me.

His thumb traced circles around my pussy occasionally running over my clit causing me to moan louder. He caught onto this and started to focus on my clit. My back arched and my moans grew needy as I felt the pleasure swell and grow bringing me closer.

He lowered his face to my pussy, I could feel his hot breath teasing me before planting a kiss on my clit. I gasped from the sensation.

Technical boy then licked up my slit softly, I shuttered squeezing my legs together eagerly.

He grabbed each of my thighs, spreading them slightly. "Be still" he demanded. His voice sounded darker, full of lust and need.

I nodded doing my best to remain still as he licked my pussy curiously exploring it, I moaned in response. My eyes roll back as he begins to suck my clit softly, "yes" I mumbled.

He hummed a 'mhmm' as he sucked causing subtle vibrations to rock through me, my breath hitched as I felt that familiar knot form in my stomach. I run my hand through his soft blond hair before grabbing a chunk earning a moan from him.

He started sucking and pulling away quickly causing my climax to build much faster. My moans grew desperate until they devolved into whimpers, I was on the edge.

And then I heard a slap followed my a sharp pain in my thigh, I gasp and whine opening my eyes to meet his. He had a smug smirk on his face, "not so nice is it"

"I didn't hit you!" I whined.

He brought himself up so we were face to face giving me a kiss, "you wanted to"

I squirmed impatiently rolling my eyes.

Technical boy tilted his head as he looked at me, "stop moving" his voice monotone, impatience clear in it.

I stopped squirming and squeezed my legs together sending a wave of pleasure through me.

His hand wrapped around my throat, "can you not follow directions?"

I nodded eagerly.

Technical boy smacked his lips, "I don't think you can" He sat up and grabbed my hips flipping me over. He pushed my back down so my ass was in the air, my pussy on display for him.

I felt his hand connect with my ass causing a loud echoing smack. I let out a cry.

"Please!" I whined.

"Please what?" He said flatly followed by another slap. I felt my pussy grow wetter, my juices dripping out of me. "Fuck" he mumbled.

"Please fuck me" I whined.

I felt his body press up to mine, his dick lay on my back.

"As you wish" he whispered.

I felt his body leave mine then I felt his dick slide up and down my slit, coating it in my juices before he slides in slowly.

We both moan in pleasure as he fills me up. "Fucking gods" he gasps. "You feel so good"

I whimper in response fighting my urge to wiggle my hips or fuck back into him.

He starts pumping into me slowly his hands grip my hips tightly pulling me onto him. I gasp and moan as he fucks me, his balls slapping against my clit. He starts to pick up the pace pumping into me harder. His moans are like music to my ears filling up my senses, my body tingles with pleasure as I feel him twitch within me.

I feel him brush up against that special spot causing me to whimper and moan louder. I grew more desperate for release as he pounded into my pussy hitting that spot again and again.

My eyes rolled back and for a moment I felt as though I could melt, I saw stars. I moaned desperately after each thrust, I never wanted it to end.

I felt him reach under me and play with my clit, rubbing circles around it keeping in pace with his thrusts.

His moans became more breathy as he got closer, I felt his dick twitch and pulse as his thrusts got more sloppy.

I felt that knot form in my stomach, my pleasure rising slowly until we came together.

I gasped and cried as my body shook and twitched, my pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock as his warm seed filled me up.

He groaned loudly, he held my back down as he pumped into me a few more times before pulling out and collapsing next to me.

"Holy shit" he says trying to catch his breath.

I turn to face him and smile breathing heavily, "yes, holy shit"

He looked at me and chuckled, "I never..." he began. "I never thought it would be that good... now I understand why humans loose their shit"

I laugh, "that good, huh?"

He looked at me concerned, "was it not good for you?"

"No! It was! I loved it" I said turning to my side supporting my head with my arm. "You know you didn't glitch once"

He furrowed his brows and stared off into the room, "I didn't, huh"

I smiled and nodded.

"I guess emotions aren't that bad" he said more like a question.

"Sometimes they can be ... but if it ever gets to much I... You can talk to me, okay?"

He smiled big and nodded, "thank you"

I nodded and scooted closer to him resting my head on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was accompanied by a buzzing.

He ran his hand through my hair as we drifted off to sleep.

#american gods #smut fanfiction #technicalboy x reader #ftm breeding #female reader #american gods smut #shadow moon #ftm switch #mdom #fdom #curruption

[shiki-stars]

Sailor Moon - Thoughts (S01EP28-EP46)

01-12 . 13-22 . 23-27 . 28-46

spoilers! regarding| season one ending

Tired. 0535 AM. Will probably drop some screenshots and call it good with a few comments.

Jan. 4

Seems like Rei and Mamoru are acutally dating. For Rei, I give her a pass because most teen girls will have a big fat crush on someone older than her without fail, but why are YOU going along with it, Mamoru???

Motoki major green flag. Has a messy apartment but he's a college student he gets a pass. Even though I knew he was a college student, it truly didn't dawn on me he's a college student until I saw the beer bottles in his apartment. Like. "Oh. Oh you can drink. We are nearly the same age. Crazy." But again, Motoki is SUCH a green flag. "They're still in middle school." SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE ONES IN THE BACK.

The problem isn't being dense, it's that he's literally not going to date middle schoolers. Mamoru what are you on.

"Just as I thought." Just as you thought my ass. You used the crystal to see exactly who had the crystal, you thought nothing.

Rei. Please, please, please. Pick Yuichiro. Drop the other motherfucker.

The Shitennou literally have so many powers??? Each of them have a power unique to them (I think), Jadeite and Zoisite both used the projection message, so I assume Nephrite and Kunizite each have it as well. Zoisite can shapeshift and has pyrokinesis. Zoisite and Kunizite have telekinesis and levitation. Kunizite could also send the sailor soldiers to another dimension??? I'm going blank right now, there's others too but whatever, my point stands. So many powers but all is mundane in the eyes of love and friendship.

I THOUGHT ARTEMIS WAS A GIRL. Got jumpscared when I heard his voice.

I do love a good reveal though. I love when the truth comes out and everyone is like :0 It's so satisfying. My lil angsty heart doesn't know how to react when the truth is revealed.

His transformation was silly, the way the hat paused then plopped down on his head lolol.

"Aristocrat from England", counts in French???

WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT TWT

Awww they all look so cute here. Look at Luna and Artemis's big kitty eyes ><

Makoto! "He looks just like him..." You also said that about Crane Game Joe. They look nothing alike??

Nevermind she clarified that it's the hair... So the senior who broke Makoto's heart has a face like Crane Game Joe, voice like Motoki, and hair like Misha. Makoto is literally the type to name herself "i miss him" on Valorant.

Ice skating blades on heels is crazy.

They did Queen Serenity dirty. She deserves a power sequence for when she casted "Moon Healing Escalation".

The sailor soldiers can teleport if they're all together. That would've been really handy information earlier on, Artemis.

Me tired. 0635 AM. Wonder how they'll navigate season two, I would hate to sit through another dozen episodes of the characters rekindling their friendship. I am not a big fan of shows ending the season (or even worse, the ending itself) with some sort of "everyone forgets" situation, because it feels like a huge cop out. How Sailor Moon progresses in season two will determine whether I hate it here too or not.

01-12 . 13-22 . 23-27 . 28-46

Beige Stars - Divder @/saradika-graphics Purple Hearts - Divider @/cafekitsune Purple Heart Fairy Lights - Divider @/benkeibear

#thoughts #sailor moon #pretty soldier sailor moon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #magical girl anime #mahou shoujo

[cinnamonest]

Im not sure if this was asked before but how would the yans react if after they yelled at darling and she just starts crying? Im one of those people who cry when Im yelled at, I think it's because I'm scared they'll get physical with me and like smack me or something

Oooh I like this thought because like, some of them would have a lot of trouble with it. I mean some don't yell too much in the first place, and some are more prone to it, but if those that are it varies. And to be fair... In their case they probably WILL get physical with you lol, so it's a valid fear.

Diluc has anger problems. He snaps easily and raises his voice pretty loud. He would struggle because he's still mad and he can't get over it, but his brain is sounding alarm bells when you cry. He ends up basically just making this angry groan of frustration, turns around and punches a wall probably. Unfortunately this only makes darling flinch even more. But even then unfortunately he gets *more* mad when you try to get away from him. Why are you backing away? Just -- just come -- come here. And he ends up saying that last word with more anger than he intended, darling cowers, and the cycle starts again. Eventually has to blow off steam somehow (likely on darling in some way).

Zhongli handles it better. He can calm himself down easily, take on a soft tone, that deep rumbly but still quiet voice to comfort you and pull you close, sighs and apologizes for getting so mad. Not that he's gonna forget about why he was mad, but he calms down enough to tell you in a firm voice. But overall he's probably the best/weakest to crying.

Xiao doesn't really yell, he gets more of a narrowed-eyes glare and gets harsh with his tone and speech, it's more like a growling snarl than a yell, but still enough to shake you. He handles it very badly. Basically it just makes him more mad. Why are you crying?? He's not even being mean! And you deserve him being mad at you! Now you're trying to get out of it, aren't you? Manipulate him? Due to his lack of understanding and general pessimism, he tends to automatically assume everything you do is some sneaky tactic he doesn't get like that. He ends up calming down later, but first just gets more mad and in your face, making you promise or agree to whatever the original issue was and won't stop snarling at you until you do.

Childe actually doesn't yell easy, he gets mad sometimes but usually keeps it under control. If he's that mad, you did something really bad, or repeatedly. Nonetheless, darling crying is actually a weakness of his and can make him stop in his tracks. He uses it as part of his perpetual push and pull of psychological manipulation -- he calms down, pulls you close and apologizes... But reminds you that you're the one that drove him to this. He hates getting mad at you, you know? But you just have to push him and push him. See, you like being held like this, right? Aren't things better when you're good for him...?

Surprisingly, crying is also a weakness for Albedo. However, not in the sense that it makes him calm down and take pity on you, but instead, bechase it's a turn on. Sigh. He also doesn't really yell, just like Xiao, but he's more likely to startle you with heavy slamming motions/sounds. His way of expressing anger is in actions -- when he gets super mad, he's actually very quiet and doesn't say much, but he handles everything he touches roughly, nearly slamming doors, slamming down things he's holding, visibly trembling with anger, and that's enough to make poor darling tearful with the sound, but if you really push him you can get a short, sudden shut the fuck up or the like in one of the few times you've ever heard him raise his voice. He goes back to speaking normally as soon as he's had the one outburst though. He's too mesmerized by the tears to do much, still mad, but now mad AND horny. Probably just takes the remaining anger out on you in one of his own many sadistic options, savoring the tears more than anything. Poor darling.

It would actually be kind of funny to see the dynamic go down between a highly sensitive darling and Scaramouche for obvious reasons... At first he just sighs all exasperated, it irritates him. Like, are you seriously crying that easily? God that's pathetic. So sensitive... Unfortunately, he's eventually forced to find a way to deal with it, because it's a hassle and he can't afford to be making you cry all the time when he needs to have communication. Ultimately ends up learning how to bite his tongue just a little bit, but crying in general just makes him roll his eyes and grab you to make sure you look him in the eye while he tells you off.

Kaeya's probably the worst because his normal anger isn't really yelling, but he can reach that point. His normal anger is that wide forced smile, speaking through clenched teeth, a warning sort of anger. He can keep his cool pretty well, and once you apologize as you should, he'll go back to normal. So if you've driven him to a point where he's yelling at you, that means you've already driven him to the point of a mental "snap" episode, and it's not pretty. It makes him mad. He's definitely one to pull the "I'll give you something to cry about" line. Basically he just gets worse, yelling louder, grabbing you by the arm and jaw so you can't even back away until he gets out the anger and cools down on his own. Basically, the crying has no effect other than just irritating him more. Afterwards, though, he'll still pull the same manipulative gaslighting as Childe, telling you how he doesn't like it when you make him like that, he hates being like that to you, but you're the one that forced him into it.

#hello sorry for absence but I return! #lena's asks #q #atml

[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.1

***This request gives me sooooooooo many Sk8 The Infinity Sad!Reki vibes it's insane! Which, as the angst-obsessed weirdo that I am, I love. For anyone curious, I set out my specifications for asks with poly!mc dating all the demon bros in a previous ask HERE. I hope this is something along the lines of what you're looking for @ang3lsblue *** Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE Date night was always difficult when it came to dating the seven lords of the Devildom. For starters, it was in the nature of several of them to keep you to themselves. Leviathan and Mammon in particular had a hard time adjusting to the idea that you loved all the brothers equally and wanted to spend time with all of them. Things were bumpy when the relationship first got started, but after some communication and careful negotiation, you were all able to find a way to make this work. One particular boundary that had been set up early on was a line up from oldest to youngest of who got to take you out on a date next. That day, in particular, had been Beel's turn. The two of you were at a professional Fangol game. Although you had a decent understanding of the sport from watching Beel's practices and games so often, you still found yourself leaning over to ask him questions from time to time. Beel would smile, and answer them easily without an ounce of judgement. The night had been going wonderfully with Beel's favourite team winning as the half-time buzzer went off. The friendly giant stood and looked down at you. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the canteen. Did you want to come with me?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, I'm pretty comfy here. Will you get me popcorn and a bottle of water while you're there though?" He knelt down and kissed the top of your head. "Sure thing, Honey Bun. I'll be right back. Stay here and be careful, okay?"

You giggled and waved at your doting boyfriend as he walked away. You pulled out your D.D.D. and began responding to the few texts that your other partners had sent you checking on things and making sure that you were okay. You were in the middle of responding to particularly curious Leviathan when you began to notice the words being spoken around you. "That's them right? The human that's sleeping around with the Avatars of Sin?" "God, what do the Lords even see in them? I mean seriously? They're just a pathetic human." "Honestly, the brothers are probably only dating them out of pity. I mean what else could it be?" "Did you see Beelzebub walk away earlier? He couldn't wait to get away from them. I bet he's ditching them right now." "Ha! Maybe I should go find him? Diavolo knows that anything would be better than dating a weakling like that." "The human needs to take a hint and back off. They can't even compare to the lords. I mean they're the strongest demons in the Devildom, and who is this human? Nothing. They'll never even compare." You froze clutching your D.D.D. tightly in your hand. What those asshole lower demons were saying, wasn't true right? Your boyfriends loved you and had proved it a number of times. This was just nothing jealous gossip. "Can you imagine being as blind and naïve as they are? Like how do they not see how much they annoy the brothers?" You winced as slid down in your seat a little. You did have the tendency to go off and do exactly what the brothers told you not to do. You were constantly stirring up trouble and getting involved in business that wasn't yours to meddle with. They were always having to protect you and save you from the messes that you had made yourself. You really were just a defenceless, small, human in a world of powerful strong demons after all. That much was true. Now that you thought about it, there was some logic to what these other demons were saying. Demons live for centuries if not millennia. You would be dead within the next several decades. Why would they waste their time tying themselves down to someone whose existence is a mere blink of an eye to them? Why are you allowing yourself to hold them back? "MC?" You flinched and looked up to see Beel frowning down at you in concern from behind the mountain of snacks that he was carrying. He sat down and set the food on his lap so that he could place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You look upset?" You didn't want to ruin the night for Beelzebub. He had been looking forward to this game for weeks. You flashed him a fake smile and nodded. "Everything's fine Beel. Just daydreamed a little while you were gone." He looked at you with uncertainty as you grabbed your water and popcorn from his stash. "Are you sure MC? If something's wrong, we can go home and watch a movie or-" The buzzer signalling the start of the next quarter. It was exactly the distraction you needed to get the focus off of you. "Oh look! The games about to start again! You should start working on those nachos before they go cold." You could feel Beelzebub's eyes on you as you stubbornly stared at the field. He squeezed your shoulder once, before pulling his hand away and beginning to munch on his collection of food. You were much quieter for the rest of the night. You stopped asking Beel about things that confused you about the sport. You barely touched your popcorn. Even though you were watching the players the whole time, you couldn't remember a single thing that happened after halftime. Although you were physically at the game, in your head you were running through every single time you had inconvenienced your partners. As the minutes ticked by, it became glaringly obvious to you that the demons were right. You didn't deserve them. You jumped as the final buzzer went off, and blinked at the scoreboard. Beel's team had won. You got on your feet and urged yourself to cheer like everyone else around you. Beelzebub's eyebrows narrowed as he watched you, and you could tell that he was suspicious of you. You tried

to up your game and laughed at him. "Why are you so serious? You should be celebrating! Your team won!" You stood on your tippy-toes and poked his cheeks into a smile. Beel chuckled and took your hands into his own, pressing a kiss to them. "You're right. I'm sorry." You tried not to let your smile falter as you heard people whisper about how disgusting it was that he was even touching a being like you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, unaware of voices talking lowly about the two of you, and began to walk out of the arena. "We should probably go home. It's been a long day, huh?" The walk home was quiet and tense. Beel obviously knew that something was wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk about it yet. As you arrived at the House of Lamentation, Levi was pouting in the living room. "You can't just have MC to yourself all night, Beel. It's not fair to the rest of us." Belphegor flicked Levi's head as he walked by. "It's his turn for date night, Levi. He can do whatever he damn pleases. You didn't hear any of us complaining when you holed MC up in your room gaming and watching animes for twenty-four hours on your last date night." Leviathan huffed and sunk down into the couch, purposely stretching out his legs so that Belphie couldn't sit. Belphie rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as he approached the two of you. "How was the game? Did you have fun?" The evening's discoveries were weighing down on you as you tried to pull together a small smile for Belphie. "It was fantastic! Beel's team won and there was confetti and everything!" You held your breath as the twins made eye contact and silently agreed that you were keeping something from them. Before anyone could say anything you gave them both kisses on the cheeks. "I-I'm feeling pretty tired though. So I think I'm going to head to bed," before they could react you made your way towards your room. "Thanks for the night out Beel! I loved it. See you in the morning!" And you were gone. The three brothers blinked at where you once stood. Levi frowned and sat up. "Well, that was weird. Have they been like that all night?" Beel grunted with a nod. "Something's not right. I think something happened, b-but I don't know what. One moment they were happy and genuinely enjoying themselves. Then I went to get snacks and when I came back they were like this!" Belphie patted his twin's back. "It's not your fault Beel. MC adores you, you know that. Something must have happened, and we're going to find out what."

***AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH turns out I'm going to have to break this down into two parts! For now, here is part one! I hope you enjoyed @ang3lsblues! Stay tuned for the other bros and to see how they handle MC's insecurities.***

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #fan fic #fan fiction #obey me angst #angst #insecure mc #gn!mc #gender neutral main character #my writing #A Little Voice Told Me #requests #b answers #🐝 answers #In case it isn't obvious I adore Beelzebub #Beel Simp

[issaxcharlie]

Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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[jinmukangwrites]

Wanted to challenge myself and write something under 500 words. Honestly just proud of myself that I managed to keep it below 1k. This is a win for me regardless. Sorry for the lack of writing from me lately, idk why I haven't been in the mindset to write. I've been doing nothing but rewatching Naruto lately, but idk I was in the mood to write something tonight so I chose a random prompt and challenged myself to keep it short. Enjoy!

Prompt: "i can't believe that you lied to me." w/ Legend and Hyrule.

Warnings: description of minor injury, fever, infection

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They're trekking through the woods when it happens. It's sudden and unexpected, the sound of a body hitting the ground coming so much quicker than anyone can react. Fear shoots through Hyrule's veins as he spins around; his eyes immediately locking onto the very still and very limp-looking Legend.

"Vet!?" Warriors shouts out, but Hyrule is the first towards his body, skidding to his knees and grabbing his shoulders to push him onto his back—that way he's not breathing in lose dirt with his suddenly very quick and very short inhales.

"He's unconscious," Hyrule calls, his voice more shaky than he'd like. However, he can already feel worried tremors attacking his fingers as he desperately tries to figure out what's wrong.

The others urgently gather around one-by-one. Warriors pushes to the front of the others—and they willingly part as they know he has the most knowledge in field medicine. He presses the back of his palm against Legend's head and swears. "Fuck. He has a fever."

"What's wrong?" Wind asks in a small voice somewhere behind Hyrule, but his question goes unanswered as Warriors presses his fingers against Legend's neck to count his pulse.

However, the question doesn't go ignored. Not by Hyrule. His stomach tightens in a knot and he finds his bottom lip being worried between his teeth.

Legend told Hyrule not to tell the others... not to worry them with something trivial. But... there can't be any other reason he'd randomly pass out like this.

Hyrule shoots his shaking hands forward and grabs at Legend's belt. Warriors makes a shocked, inquiring shout as Hyrule unbuckles the belt and tugs the outer layer of his tunic up to expose his side. Warriors confusion quickly turns to intense concern as he sees what Hyrule has just exposed. In Legends side, near his hip, is a large cut in the fabric that reveals bandages underneath with stains of a sickening, unhealthy red.

Soon, at Warriors demand, Wild is cutting open the tear in the tunic even larger. Legend will be pissed at the loss of his tunic, but Warriors doesn't seem to want to jostle him around too much by removing the tunic normally. Once Legends chest is bare—covered in nothing other than a one-handed attempt at bandages—Warriors takes the dagger from Wild's fingers and carefully finishes the job himself by slicing open the white-stained strips of fabric.

What meets them under the fabric is festering, bloody, and bad.

"It's infected," Warriors snarls.

From there, it's Warriors commanding the others to get water and various ingredients for a makeshift wound cleaner as they're all out of red potions thanks to their last big ambush.

All Hyrule can do is sit there, unsure if the weight in his stomach is worry for his friend... or anger that he had been lied to.

It must be both, he decides.

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Legend wakes up with a headache, feeling hot and cold all over. There's something wet on his forehead, but when he groggily reaches up to grab at whatever it is, a hand wraps around his wrist and pushes it back down. "You have a fever, dumbass."

Ah. Legend remembers now. He creeks his eyelids open and sure enough, a very unhappy Hyrule sits above him, his glare as sharp as daggers.

"You're an idiot," Hyrule says coldly. "You said you'd be fine. Next thing I know you're passing out in the middle of the trail. I can't believe you lied to me."

Legend sighs, and leans further back into the blankets spread under his body and rolled under his neck. He can only see Hyrule from where he weakly lays. He wonders where the others are... and if there's any chance they'll be able to save him from Hyrule's justified rage. Nah, they're all probably just as pissed.

"I didn't want to make anyone worry," Legend whispers, his voice scratchier than he expected. He supposes it's what he deserves—hiding his wound from everyone like that. It was by bad luck Hyrule caught him wrapping the wound after the ambush. He just... everyone else was much more wounded than he was, and he preferred the rest of their dwindled supplies be used on them. He's taken care of himself before.

He... just must have underestimated the state of the wound on his side. Perhaps the sword the moblin got on him wasn't as clean as it should have been?

"Well, looks like you royally failed, you shit-brain martyr," Hyrule hisses. "Now everyone is worried."

Legend desperately wants to sink into the ground and cease to exist. However, all he can do is try a weak "I'm sorry."

And bless Hylia for Hyrule being such a gentle soul. His eyes immediately soften. "Just... just don't do it again. We're... a team here. Your wounds are our wounds. We want to know when your hurt, no matter what. Warriors just barely managed to save your life this time."

Legend takes a shakey breath. "Okay. I promise."

Hyrule nods his head, all anger that had painted his body is now gone, replaced with companionable, smothering worry. "You should rest some more. It'll save you a little longer from the lecture Cap and the old man have for you. I heard Time practicing his, and it's not pretty."

Legend lets out a startled, exhausted laugh at that. It tugs on his side, but thankfully it's not as painful as what it was before he lost consciousness. Whatever Warriors had given him, it must be very good. Goddess above, his an idiot. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Something you need to learn how to start having," Hyrule teases, a twinkle in his eye.

Legend hums and closes his eyes, sleep already luring him in. "No promises there," Legend manages to mutter. He's completely overcome with unconsciousness before he can hear Hyrule's scolding.

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Your friendly neighborhood man-serpent

Pairing: naga!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: yandere, dubcon, kidnapping, mind control (kinda).

Words: 2000.

Summary: You definitely had to choose the mountain road over the forest one.

P.S. Again, huge thanks to @navegandoaciegas for giving me the inspiration to write!

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"You chose the wrong path." The creature whispered into your ear as it carried you in his long, pale arms back to the light, away from the cold cave where it cornered you, frightened and frozen, barely feeling your legs in the cold groundwater.

Oh, you knew you chose the wrong path when an enormous naga started chasing you in the forest, his scary green tail big enough to wrap around your body and suffocate you in a couple of minutes. Honestly, you had never even imagined such monster to exist in the first place: you would definitely prefer taking the mountain road despite it being far more difficult than the forest one.

As you kept running away, screaming and crying, pleading the creature not to bite you, he drove you to that nasty cave where you fell into the freezing waters, hurriedly scrambling to your feet before you felt the scales of his tail rubbing against your skin: the creature had already wrapped his tail around you, probably eager to squeeze your poor human body to death and have you for breakfast. When you turned your head and saw its sharp fangs glistening with saliva, you finally cried like a little girl.

"Please, don't bite me." You pleaded in a weak voice as the creature caressed your cheek with its oddly human fingers.

"Just once." It assured you softly, bringing his fangs to the crook of you neck. "It won't hurt too much."

Though you thought with a teeth like this it definitely would, the creature told you the truth: it truly didn't hurt as bad as you had imagined. It was quick, like a shot a healer would give you, and then you felt warmth spreading slowly from the place of the bite. It felt... strangely comfortable when you realized you were calming down despite the horror of the situation. Weren't the venom of a naga supposed to hurt terribly?

"It does hurt." The creature hummed, releazing you from his tail's grip and gently taking you in its arms when you weren't able to stand on your own, too weak from whatever it got into your system. "Not that I actually poisoned you, darling. Of course, since it's the mating season, I wanted to inject some aphrodisiac so you'd be more willing to accept me as your mate, but you were so scared I thought it's better to let you calm down and rest."

Oh. Apparently, you got yourself a pretty compassionate snake friend. Oddly enough, you felt you worries fading away in a matter of a couple of minutes, relaxing in the creature's hands. Was it some sedative he used on you? You thought it was, exhaling loudly and closing your eyes.

As he - it was a male, surely - carried you back to the sunlight, you snuggled against his warm chest, enjoying being carried as if you were a little girl. Mating season, huh? This naga male deemed you attractive enough to have you as his mate despite you being a human. It was definitely flattering, you thought when a man-serpent gently brushed your hair away from your face and smiled at you.

The human part of him was quite handsome, you had to admit - he had shiny brown hair slicked back, a pair of pretty dark eyes, pale skin and lips that were thin, but there was substance to them. Besides, even the snake part, that tail starting from his waistline, wasn't as frightening to you anymore: well, what of it if he was a naga? The world was full of peculiar creatures, and all of them deserved to live despite their scary looks.

"Where are you taking me?" You wondered when you saw him entering another cave, though much smaller one than where you tried to hide before.

"Hot springs." The man-serpent said with a little hiss, licking his lips with ahis long, girthy tongue. "You are totally drenched, precious. This is no good."

How sweet of him, you thought, relaxing in his arms and feeling your heartbeat totally coming back to normal and your body becoming weightless as whatever sedative he injected came to full force.

"Girls shouldn't get into cold waters. It's not good for your health." He kept talking quietly, lowering you to the ground near a little pond filled with warm water and starting to strip you of your drenched clothes. "But don't worry, these springs are very good. They'll keep you nice and warm."

You nodded to him, paying no attention when Peter, that was his name, bared your breasts, caressing them just ever so slightly before taking off your pants torn in the chase. Soon he left you completely naked, though he hadn't tried touching you inappropriately - well, almost. Instead, he got inside the pond and gently tugged you by the arm, making you slip on top of his tail as your body refused to move by itself. When you asked him if you'd always be like that from now on, he laughed at you, saying the effect would fade off soon. In the end, he only wanted you to calm down and relax.

"Is the water good for you?" The man-serpent asked, lowering himself into the pond so much you were now laying on his chest, your body almost fully covered by water.

You hummed with content, a huge serpent's tail in between your legs while you put your head on the man's chest, too. Oh, it was nice and warm, just as he said. You certainly loved this place, enjoying those little noises Peter was making when he started pouring water on the back of your neck, then your head, soaking your hair. Since you couldn't move much, he was willing to help you bathe.

"It's so sweet of you." You murmured, feeling pure bliss when he started scratching your head with his nails, his other hand caressing your back. "Thank you, Peter. You're lovely."

Apparently, nagas could be shy, too, as you watched him getting a little red from your compliment. Instead saying something, he just muttered a few barely audible words and flipped you, your back now laying on his chest while he kept washing your body, now caressing your breasts. His touch was so pleasant you mewled when Peter was rubbing your belly in circular motions, his hands so gentle and soft as if he was a healer, not a creature of the forest.

Inhaling the smell of your damp hair, he then paid attention to your hips, shaking his head disapprovingly when he saw the little scratches and bruises everywhere on your legs. "You're not taking good care of yourself." He said with regret in his voice, and you bit your lower lip, feeling a little guilty. "You're a girl, aren't you? You have to be kind to your body."

"I'm sorry." You murmured and licked your lips when Peter's hand clamped down your pussy, spreading your folds gently. "I didn't know how."

"It's alright. I'll teach you." He exhaled into your ear, making you giggle from the warmth.

He let you sat on his tail again, just so he didn't have to support your body, and then his hands drifted to your lower belly, rubbing your mound, then spreading your pussy wide and caressing it so tenderly as if he were your lover. When you though Peter was going to push his fingers inside a little further, he withdrew them and started touching you hips and thighs instead, washing the dirt and dry blood away.

Shit, you loved his hands. He was so gentle and attentive it made you sob.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Peter asked with concerned expression when he heard you, but you shook your head instead, a little embarrassed at the noise you made. "Oh, precious little thing, you're so sensitive. Did I make you hurt down there? Did I? I'm so sorry, darling. I know girls are very sensitive over there."

Strangely, you didn't feel shy when he spoke about something so intimate, nor you found odd that a stranger you barely knew was helping you bathe, all naked and completely helpless. Barely noticing how agreeable whatever he injected made you, you simply nodded at him, and Peter promised he will be more careful from now on.

When he touched your lower belly after that, his fingers barely brushing against your skin, you let out a little moan. He was so, so good. How did he know how to touch you, relaxing your strained muscles? As his arms moved to your back, attacking certain points and sensitive areas with his finger pads, you were ready to mewl, enjoying every touch and slowly melting on top of him.

"This feels like heaven." You mumbled with your eyes closed and feeling lightheaded. "Peter, I'm... oohh... so grateful to you. How can I thank you?"

If you opened your eyes and turned your head to face him, you would see him blushing yet sending you a slightly sly look, licking his lips. But you were in pure bliss, listening to the water washing over your relaxed body and unaware of what was on Peter's mind.

"I like kissing. If you want to thank me, maybe you could kiss me?" He asked you innocently enough, batting his long eyelashes at you as you giggled softly, finally turning your face to him.

"Kiss? You're so sweet, Peter. Of course, I"ll kiss you."

But before you leaned over, reaching to his face, he quickly dropped his head to you and claimed your mouth, spreading your lips with his long tongue and sneaking it inside. Swirling it inside your mouth, filling it full, naga licked it's insides, dominating over you and placing his warm hands on your breasts. If only you could gather yourself together and think what he was doing to you, you'd slap his hands away and try to escape, fearing of what the man-serpent could do to you... but your mind was empty when Peter kept kissing you, massaging your breasts tenderly and pinching your nipples.

When you finally thought he could accidentally suffocate you, Peter released you, letting your breathe.

"Can I ask you for one more favor?" He smacked his lips, licking them as he stared at you with his cheeks turning pink. "Please."

"Hmm? Y-yeah."

"Can you make love to me, precious? I know it's a lot to ask, but nobody's been coming to my place for such a long time." He sighed sadly, pressing himself closer to you. "All I want is just to feel somebody's warmth. Believe it or not, you're the only girl I've seen seen for the last couple of years."

He sounded to pitiful, you thought, watching him slowly becoming red with shame as he kept throwing shy glances at you, his lips glistening with salive as he licked them again and again, showing you his forked tongue. Poor little creature, he couldn't enjoy anyone's company for so long! Of course, you had to help him, you decided, thinking of how gentle he was to you all the time, surely knowing how to treat a girl right. Besides, what would you lose from spending some more time with him?

"It's alright, I guess." You slurred in a daze, turning your head to him and feeling him kissing your cheek.

"I'm so happy I met you." Peter murmured, then licking your ear with his long tongue as his hand crawled lower, touching your mound. "It's gonna be alright, I'll prepare both of your holes before, so you won't feel any pain."

"Woah, both?" For a couple of seconds your eyes widened: it appeared Peter was quite a pervert. You had never tried having sex like that before, and your expression turned a little anxious.

"Didn't you know? Oh, I'm so, so sorry." His low whisper made you tremble with want, his fingers already fucking your cunt. "Men of my kind have two dicks, darling. But don't you worry, you'll take both of them just fine."

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[anime-corner]

I'm Here | Oikawa T.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (hopefully for longer since classes are about to end). Anyways, this one's a bit shorter than usual. I hope you like it!

"Yahoo! Knock, knock~ Sorry, practice finished later than usual!" Oikawa called out but was only greeted by darkness, "(n/n)-chan?"

The house was still, not a single noise was heard. Oikawa doubted that you would leave without texting him, it was practically tradition to crash at your place every after school. He looked around, stealing a loaf of bread before heading upstairs. Dim lights could be seen from under the closed door as Oikawa turned the knob, inviting himself in as usual.

"Hey, Iwa-chan told me that-- what are you doing typing, er writing, whatever it is you're doing in the dark?!" He bellowed, flicking the light switch on. A hiss escaped your lips as you momentarily closed your eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Shut up, Tooru. I'm kind of busy at the moment so if you don't mind, I'd like to finish all of this tonight." His eyes glanced over at the stack of papers on your left as your right hand hovered on top of another, gripping on a pencil tightly. Your left hand was typing away as fast as it could.

"What's all these? Haven't you finished the assignment yesterday?"

"Well, yes but, this one's for the student council. I need to file a report and it needs to be passed at midnight." You then gestured towards the paper, a bit crumpled with the many times you wrote the wrong formula, "And this is for Monday's class presentation."

"And these?" He pointed towards the stack of papers.

"That's…" You blinked a couple of times before responding, "I think it's the ones from the council three days ago that I haven't checked yet. Anyways, I'll handle that after I'm done with this."

"How many hours of sleep did you even get?" He asked.

"What? I don't think my sleep schedule has anything to do with this, Tooru." You answered, not taking your eyes off of your work.

"Just tell me." Oikawa insisted, sitting on your bed as he stared at you.

"Fine. Around two or so? I'll give it a three since I've been running on coffee since I woke up." His brows furrowed, worry etched on his face if only you took the time to look at him.

"That's not good, (n/n)-chan. Come on, I'll finish that." You shook your head, still not lifting your gaze away.

"No way, you had practice just minutes ago! I'm perfectly capable of finishing these within the day if you just so let me. Now shush-- hey!"

"I mean it, (y/n)." You huffed as you glared at him, "You need your sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"What? No! I can't, Tooru!" You protested, standing up from your seat as you felt a slight pain from your head. You shook it off as nothing, "Tachibana-sensei's breathing down my neck saying she'd be the reason why I wouldn't be graduating this year."

"You still have a day to go before classes start again on Monday. You don't need to rush everything today--"

"Haven't you been listening? The report is due tonight. These," You gestured towards the stack of papers, "Might as well be due at the same time. And after this one, I've also got to revise my notes. I'm falling behind, Tooru and I don't want to hear anything from my mother once I move back."

"You won't (y/n), trust me. You're the smartest girl I know in school and probably the busiest one. I'm sure she'd be proud of you--"

"You see, that's not enough. I need to get my grades up, a bit higher than now." You countered. You retorted, huffing in annoyance at how the setter wouldn’t leave you all alone.

"You don't need to. What you need is to calm down a bit. You know that--"

"Will you stop it, Tooru!? You just don't get it, do you?! My parents thought that I would get into Shiratorizawa and what did I do? Fail the exam!" You bellowed, standing up from your seat as the male stepped back a bit. You stood up, voice raised as Oikawa stepped back, "My mom wanted me to at least be at the top during my first and second year, to at least in her words, redeem myself. But I failed on that too. Now, you're telling me to calm down? To take a break? Well, I can't. I've got my family's voices screaming at me saying I should do better! Do you know how--"

"You're crying, (y/n)..." Oikawa whispered as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. You lightly pushed him back, rubbing your way with your sleeves. He pointed out. A hand lay on your cheek as his thumb wiped away a tear, you pushed him away after, wiping it away with your hands.

"S-shut up. I'm not crying. Just… leave me alone for today, Tooru. I'm really busy and I can't afford to let all of my hard work turn to dust."

"I'll help you."

"For the last time, I--" He cut you off.

"Just let me help!" He was already frustrated seeing the girl he adored so much struggling with her life.

He knew of her problem with her parents and most importantly, he knew the conflict she had with herself. He knew that feeling more than ever. And he didn't want her to feel the same way he did during that time.

And he was afraid that, while it might not cost her a knee, she might lose so much more if she continues. Perhaps, her eyesight or her health. Worst case, her life. And he wasn't going to let her get to that point.

"If Iwa-chan was here, he'd know what to do… but he isn't. And I don't want to disturb him too. I'm just trying my best to help you, because I understand, I understand you the most out of everyone," He walked closer, enveloping you in a hug as the two of you sat on the floor, "You just want to prove something but, you're all fed up about everything. You're trying your best but I guess, to others, that's not good enough."

Tears slowly dripped down from your face once again as you buried your head on his chest, gripping on his jacket, "Why can't you leave me alone, Tooru? I don't care if you get me… I just want to be left alone."

"I'm staying, (y/n) and that's final. I'm not going to let you carry that burden all by yourself anymore. I'm here, remember? I'll help you," Oikawa whispered in your ear as he caressed your back, "You're, besides Iwaizumi, the one I treasure the most. I care about you and I don't want you to suffer like this when I know that I could have tried and saved you from it."

"Why?" That one question made him silent for a while as you looked up at him.

"I… it's because…" He sighed, making you somewhat dread and anticipate the answer at the same time, "I love you, you know that? And while this might possibly be-- ah, who am I kidding? It's the worst time possible to tell you this, I don't think that I'll be able to get another chance like this."

"T-Tooru… I…" You started but went silent as he brought his hand up.

"Please hear me out?" He inhaled before opening his mouth again to speak, "I… I want to support you (y/n), the same way you and Iwaizumi did all these years, especially during the time when I overworked my knee. The two of you were always there. So, let me be there for you too."

"It's just not easy when you've been doing everything yourself for most of your life…" You gulped, avoiding his gaze as you clenched your fists tightly.

"I know. But, I really do love you. And I promise that you'll never regret choosing me unlike how I regret eyeing up girls when I knew that you were right in front of me the whole time and they'll never be you. They'll never be as hardworking, caring and overly kind as you. You're perfect and so much more. Because everything means nothing to me if I can have you to call as mine." Oikawa said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Even the nationals?" You asked, teasing him a bit.

"I… okay, maybe not the nationals. I still want to beat Ushiwaka and all. But that's besides the point," He shook his head, placing his chin on top of your head, "You're amazing and beautiful, even when you think you're not. And I'm really sorry for confessing at the worst time possible. But, believe me when I say that I love you."

"Why are you… confessing now?" Somehow, this question made him think. It's not like he hadn't practiced his answer in the mirror for a million times, making sure it was perfect to his ears. Not at all. But, given the situation, he'd have to abandon that script and start a new one.

"Well, it just pains me to see you doing the same things I did before, even though your academics and my career as a player are two different things, and I thought that if I manage to successfully tell you how I feel, I could somehow help you carry all of this. Because by that time, I would hopefully be your boyfriend." Oikawa spoke genuinely, moving one of his hands from her back to her head, stroking her hair.

"You don't need to be my boyfriend to help me, you know."

"I know that but you just make it so difficult, argh! Everytime I see you frustrated, I just wanna hug you and kiss you and then take over your work while you rest. But I can't do that as a friend! So… so..." Not that he thought about it, what he said sounded stupid, "Yeah, I know. It's a dumb excuse."

"You're an idiot." The third year laughed out loud.

"I know, Iwa tells me that all the time." You lightly hit his shoulder, hiding the smile that was threatening to show, "At least I made you smile right?"

"I guess you did, Tooru. I guess you did." He hummed in satisfaction before something else you couldn't quite figure out what was etched on his face.

"I'm not going to force you to answer my feelings right away, (y/n)-chan. I can wait." He stammered.

"Why wait when I feel the same way? I love you too, Tooru." He perked up suddenly, making you hide the massive blush on your face.

"Wait, really? You're not joking right? (y/n)?" The setter found you fast asleep, whether or not you were faking it, he wouldn't know. He only chuckled, kissing your head, "Alright… I'll let you get some rest. You deserve it."

He carried you over to your bed, tucking you in. His hand lingered on your cheek, a smile on his face as he whispered.

"Dream of me will you, (y/n)-chan?" Oikawa stood up straight, eyes darting towards your mess of a desk, "Now… which one did she say she needed by midnight?"

Let me hold your hand and carry the same burden you hold. I'll always be here, even if you push me away.

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[miyanom]

DEVILS PARADISE (part three)

SERIES MASTERLIST | JEAN KIRSTEIN X FEM!READER

synopsis: as the plan for trost begins, y/n finds herself questioning everything she was once taught about the island devils.

warnings: nothing I can think of, but lmk if you think otherwise!

word count: 1884

The Titan swiftly brought its hand down, grabbing the boy in its tight grasp. Screams fell from his lips as he looked back to his comrades, his friends, who watched on in horror as he was brought closer and closer to the Titan’s mouth.

Suddenly, the screams were silenced as the Titan’s mouth snapped shut, the boy nearest to it taking off into a sprint, fearing he would be next.

“Marcel!”

Y/N’s eyes shot open as she jumped up in fright, one palm pressed to her chest as she took sharp breaths, her heart pounding loudly within her chest.

As her eyes began to adjust to the light coming through the curtains of the dorm, she noticed Christa sitting at the end of the bed, a concerned look painted across her visage. “-you okay?”

Blinking away the tears in her eyes, Y/N looked around the room, slowly bringing herself back to reality.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, glancing back in Christa’s direction. “Yeah. Sorry, what happened?”

“You were having a nightmare,” Mina commented from the other side of the room. Her hands were holding onto her hair, most likely in the middle of tying it before Y/N woke up.

“Oh…”

“Who’s Marcel?” Ymir spoke bluntly, her arms crossed as she stared in Y/N’s direction. “You got a boyfriend you never told us about?”

“Wh- what? How do you-”

Christa, still sitting at the end of Y/N’s bed, frowned with concern. “You were muttering his name in your sleep,” she explained.

Ignoring the gazes still pointed in her direction, Y/N pushed the blanket off her lap, kicking her legs over the side of the bed as she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

“He’s just…” Her eyes met Annie’s, who lingered in the back of the room. Quickly she averted her gaze. “Someone from the past.”

Watching as the girls continued to get ready for the day of training ahead of them, a shaky breath fell from Y/N’s lips.

They cared, they cared but for how long?

No, they didn’t really care. How could they? They didn’t know who she was, what she was.

She wasn’t a soldier, she was a warrior, a monster, and this was her mission. That’s all it was, a mission.

And yet, for some reason, she couldn’t prevent the terrified feeling clawing at her chest at the idea of the people around her finding out what she truly was.

Why did she care so much for these devils?

If there was one thing Y/N didn’t understand about Paradis’s military, it was the ranking system they had.

The harder you trained, the further away from the Titans you could be. It made no sense to Y/N. Wouldn’t they want their strongest on the front lines battling what they thought was humanity’s only predator?

But instead, if you were ranked in the top 10, you were given a chance the other cadets wouldn’t get; the chance to join the Military Police and find sanctum inside Wall Sina.

Ranking at 5th, it gave Y/N the option to join the Military Police, an option she’d quite possibly take if she were from this hell. But the plan was set in motion already, she was to join the scout regiment and ensure the devils didn’t come close to finding out what lies beyond their walls.

With a sigh, Y/N raised her cup to her lips, ignoring Christa’s laughter from the other end of the table as the girl laughed at a joke Sasha had told.

Her eyes scanned the dining hall, falling onto Reiner and Bertholdt’s figures as they headed outside, followed by Annie just a few minutes later.

“Hey, I think- I think I’m gonna head back early,” Y/N spoke up, her eyes flickering back to Christa and Ymir.

“Huh? Okay… we’ll see you when we’re done here,” Christa smiled softly, watching Y/N stand up and grab her plate.

“Right.”

Y/N dreaded the meetings she’d share with the other warriors. Led by Reiner, with Annie constantly reminding them they should’ve just gone back to Marley, they were truly horrible.

“Out of all people, I just had to be ranked lower than her!” Jean’s complaint snapped Y/N out of her thoughts, causing her to come to a stop next to him.

“Jean…” Marco’s eyes flickered between the two as they glared at each other. Of all times for Jean to complain, he just had to have the unfortunate timing of speaking as Y/N walked by.

“What was that, Jean?” Her voice came out softly, though the look in her eyes was anything but.

“You heard me.” Jean stood up to face her. “How the hell did I rank lower than you of all people?! You never even tried in training, always acting weaker than you are. Come on, Y/N!”

Y/N’s glare faltered as a laugh fell from her lips, making the boy in front of her stare in confusion. Though just as suddenly as her laughter started, it stopped again. “You’re just angry that your little ego was bruised cause a girl ranked higher than you.”

Jean’s mouth opened, clearly wanting to object, but the words just didn’t seem to come out as he continued to open his mouth, quite literally looking like a fish out of water.

Not that Y/N could tell him that, obviously.

With his jaw clenched in anger, Jean fell back into his seat. An action that shocked those surrounding him. If his fights with Eren were anything to go by, then this was quite unusual for him.

“Whatever.” Y/N clicked her tongue in frustration, dropping her plate into the tray by the door on her way out.

She was just glad that in a few days time, Jean would be well on his way to the interior and she would never have to see him again.

She pitied the devils, sure, she believed they didn’t truly deserve what was coming. But Jean? He was a whole different story.

Y/N just didn’t understand why it was so easy for him to get under her skin in a way no one else had — not even Reiner.

“The time’s right.” Reiner stated, keeping his head down, avoiding the gazes of his comrades as he explained his plan to attack the gate of trost during their upcoming assignment.

“Five years and now you think the time is right?” Annie scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

Y/N could see their lips moving as they bickered amongst themselves, but the words didn’t reach her ears as she thought back to the day they first arrived inside the walls.

The screams she heard and the faces she saw below as the armoured titan trampled through Shiganshina… they were going to do it again.

Only this time it would be worse for the Eldians.

So many lives would be taken, so many innocent lives. The lives of the family that took her in, that gave her a home before she left for the military.

Was this really necessary?

“Of course it’s necessary.” Y/N’s eyes widened as Reiner spoke, making her realise she must’ve spoken aloud. “You’re not… you’re not hesitating, are you?”

“I just- there has to be another way to get the founding titan,” she said. “Do we really have to break through the gate again? Do we have to kill any-”

“Y/N.” Bertholdt cut her off, meeting her gaze with a softer look than the glare she was receiving from Reiner. “We’re Warriors, remember?”

Biting back the shout that threatened to escape from her throat, Y/N nodded her head, opting to keep silent as she averted her gaze once more.

The conflicted feeling that constantly weighed down on her chest seeming even heavier than ever as the three across from her continued to talk, continued to plot against the Eldians they had been sharing meals with for the past three years.

Her head fell into her hands for a moment, hiding the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

Had she really stooped so low as to call these people her friends, only to turn around and kill those they held dear?

Was this truly the only way for them to be free?

The next few days went by fast, too fast. The thought of what was to happen in Trost leaving Y/N to question everything she had been taught, everything she once believed.

And as she stood atop the wall, helping the other cadets with the fixed cannons, she couldn’t help but look over toward the edge, wondering when Bertholdt would make his move.

Sasha walked over, the odd bounce in her step managing to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Um, everyone... I bought meat from the officers' storehouse," she whispered, opening her jacket slightly so they could see.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. If her time with the family in Trost taught her anything, it was that meat was extremely precious with the land lost to Wall Maria’s fall.

"Sasha, do you want to end up in jail?!" Eren questioned.

"You really are an idiot!" Samuel sighed.

"Idiots are scary..." Connie murmured.

Sasha stared off into the distance dreamily, probably thinking about the taste of the meat she held so delicately. "Let's all split it... We can slice it and make sandwiches!"

Realising she should speak up before anyone thought she was siding with Sasha, Y/N pushed herself up onto her feet. “You can’t be serious, Sasha!”

Mina nodded in agreement. "After all the land we lost, meat is really valuable."

"It's fine!" Sasha brushed it off, carrying it over to a nearby box. "Once we retake the land, we can raise cows and sheep again."

Retake Wall Maria, Y/N repeated to herself. They truly had no idea what was coming if they believed that to be possible…

Samuel took a deep breath. "I'll have some of the meat, too!"

"M-me too!" Connie added. "Get it ready!"

"I also will, of course!" Mina grinned.

Unable to stop herself, Y/N nodded her head slightly, keeping her eyes focused on the cloth in her hands as she refused to look any of them in the eye.

"You guys..."

"Why are you standing there, Eren?" Samuel suddenly asked. "We need to get back to work, or they'll find out."

"It isn't lunch time yet." Mina waved.

Just as Y/N leaned back down to clean the cannon, a familiar strike of lightning hit the ground just in front of the wall, sending a harsh gust of wind in their direction.

With her heart hammering in her chest, Y/N realised this was it. It’s begun… there was no turning back now.

More people were going to lose their lives, and amongst them, were people she had grown to care for during her time pretending to be a soldier.

Slowly lifting her head, she could see the Colossal Titan glaring down at them, her eyes meeting his.

Her heartbeat only seemed to grow louder, drowning out Eren’s order to attack as she continued staring upward.

Was this necessary? She asked herself again.

Was this truly the only way for them to be free?

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[avungerthatgotaway]

Baby it's the Sign of the Times

Eyoo guyzz! This is a new oneshot, I hope you like this❄ I'm currently rewriting my Hawkeye fic, so I'm not gonna post that one for a little. This one is a bit longer than my previous ones.

I totally recommend you to listen to this song while reading, even if you're not a fan of Harry's. It will really help the mood.

I don't own anything, even tho I'd like to have a few... choice words with Russo brothers about endgame...👍🏼🤔

Warnings: none

Summary: events when Peggy dies, mainly before Steve goes to London, and you comfort him. (I know it's stupid summary, but I don't want to spoil it, sorry)

Genre: angst

I don't mention civil war at all. No other avengers are at Peggy's funeral. There are no romantical pairings, and Sharon is not mentioned cuz she doesn't fit in the storylineeee.

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She's gone.

In her sleep.

This words crushed Steve inside. He knew this was coming, but he'd never be ready for it, no matter what.

When he came from ice, he met her again. He knew they could never be together. No matter his actual age, Steve still had a full life in front of him. Unfortunately, same couldn't be told for Peggy.

Oh Peggy... She was always his ray of sunshine. Even through darkest of days. It is a cliché, but she was.

Was.

She is gone now.

Why did she have to go? Why didn't he get to spend a life with her? Steve's biggest wish was, and always will be, to spend a happy life with her. He didn't want any of this famous captain shit. He wanted a house in a village and 2 kids with Peggy. And a little dog. Or they'd be of service, and fight next to each other. Nevermind, Steve wanted a life with Peggy. For them to watch each other go grey. Maybe he could've been there for her as a husband now, through her sickness. Or maybe he'd be the one to go first. But still, that'd be a life...

One tear slipped down his rosy cheek, the other one following. Soon he had tearstains on his cheeks, but he didn't care. It was a silent cry. Those carry the most pain.

"Eyo, capsicle! You good there?" Tony snapped him outta his thoughts. Steve forgot the whole team was in the room. Fortunately, he was turned, so they were facing his back. He just couldn't talk to anyone right now.

"Yea yea, I'm good. I gotta go." he quickly got up and exited the room. He climbed up the stairs 2 more floors, but his toughts started haunting him again.

He's going on a plane tomorrow morning to say goodbye for the last time. Oh God, even thinking of a last time kills Steve inside. It's pretty late, but he didn't know what to do until morning. Sleeping wasn't an option, he knew that much. He gave in to overthinking again.

Of Peggy. Of her life. Of what could've happened if he didn't freeze...

"Just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times..."

"...welcome to the final show..."

"...I hope you're wearing your best clothes..."

Steve heard a silent piano in the background, and he heard an angelic voice. He still had tearstained cheeks, but he needed to hear what the voice had to say.

"...you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky..."

He was still clutching his cellphone in his hand, while following the voice. He came in front of Y/N's room. Y/N was a 16 year old avenger. She was very mature and wise for her age.

Her door was opened, and he just leaned against the doorframe, listening to her beautiful voice.

"...if we never learn, we been here before..."

"... why are we always stuck and running from the bullets..."

"...they told me that the end is near..."

Steve was crying a river at this point, and he didn't care. First shock was wearing out, and silent cries became little sobs. Yet, not loud enough for Y/N to hear.

"...just stop your crying, baby it'll be alright..."

"...we got to get away..."

She played final chords on piano, and then she turned around.

2nd person POV

You were singing "Sign of the times" and playing your piano. You loved this song. It was helping you relax, the melody was perfect. During the few last, silent piano chords, you tought you heard something. You softly finished and turned around. It was Steve.

But not the Steve you knew. This one had red puffy eyes, swollen from crying. He was sobbing quietly, trying to stop the sobs, but he couldn't.

You slowly came up to him, like to a wounded animal. He was just so hurt, you could see it in his eyes. You felt bad for him, but you wanted to know what happened. Who could hurt Stevie so badly.

"What happened, Big Guy?" you asked him. Steve just kept on sobbing even harder.

You moved him a little, so he was in your room, and you closed the door. You lead him to your bed, and sit on it, next to him. He was clutching his phone tightly in his hand, so you lifted his hand and gently tried to take it. He wouldn't let it go. You don't wanna pressure him, but whatever is on that phone is causing him this much distress.

"Stevie, cmon big babe" you cooed and rubbed the back of his hand with your thumbs. It may sound strange so someone, but Stevie really was like a big baby, so fluffy and vunerable inside.

He gave in and the phone just slipped from his hand in yours. You read the text and everyting was clear right away. You knew he went to visit Peggy in hospital, you didn't know she was this bad. I mean, Steve and you were close, but still that's too personal. You felt sooo sorry for him. He didn't deserve it. Not now. Not ever.

"Ohh, I'm so sorry Stevie..."

You immidiately hugged him close to you. He burried his head in your shoulder and neck, crying his eyes out, but at the same time trying not to cry. At least not to sob.

"Stevie, bear, it's okay to cry. Just let it all out."

That was all he needed. He started crying and sobbing uncontrollably, and your shirt was soaked in his tears. You didn't mind it tho, if it'll help him to feel better afterwards, he can cry as much as he needs.

After some time he lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his puffy baby blues.

"I'm sorry, Flower, I-I ju-ust can't believe s-s-she's go-one-e" he was still crying. You could see how much Peggy meant to him. You hugged him again, tugging at his hair softly to comfort him.

"Hey, hey no need to apologise Stevie. You cry yourself out, it'll help you. I'm here for you, Bear."

"T-tha-ank you. A-and and please... ca-can you-u not tell a-anyone about he-er ye-et..."

"Shhhh, Bear, I won't tell anyone about her. You wait until you're ready." you whispered.

You understood him. Not everyone in the team knew Peggy existed. And now telling them that she died, and what happened with them would be too much for Steve.

"T-thanks"

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." you whispered. You whispered to soothe him, you didn't know what to do when someone's loved one dies. But you wanted to be there for Steve so badly. Little did you know that what you did was just perfect for Steve.

-

Steve at first felt ashamed, because he cried in front of Y/N. But she talked just enough, whispering soothingly. He didn't have streinght to act like a big guy anymore. He craved comfort so badly, and he got it from Y/N. It felt nice.

-

Back to 2nd person POV

Something was bothering you. Steve didn't want anyone to know about Peggy's death which meant he was probably going to funeral alone. You didn't want that for him. At least he needed someone to be with afterwards. You knew Steve and how sensitive he was. You didn't want to think of things going through his head while he's alone after funeral. But if it was in London, as you tought it was, you had a plan.

"Stevie?" you said quietly playing with his hair a little.

"Mhm?" he asked, face still in your shoulder.

"When is Peggy's funeral? Is anyone going with you?" you asked. He lifted his head a little.

"T-tomorrow. L-london. And no. It's too much-h t-trouble for anyone. And I know it is Y/N, do-don't try to o--object" he smiled through his tears. You smiled back at him, your own eyes glistening with tears a little, but you didn't want him to notice.

He burried his head in your shoulder and neck again, like it was his safeplace, and he just cried. You couldn't imagine where those tears come from.

You softly stroked his short blonde locks, and started singing.

"Just stop your crying, it's the sign of the times...

...welcome to the final show

...I hope you're wearing your best clothes..."

Half into the song, you felt more weight on your shoulder. You looked down, and realised Steve fell asleep. You pressed one kiss to his temple, and moved him, so he was lying in your bed.

"Good night, Stevie Bear." you whispered.

-

When you exited your room quietly, you immediately called your best friend, Jon.

It was 2am, but you and Jon were just the best friends, you could call him whenever, and other way around.

Him and his family were going to London, and he invited you to go with them. You declined the offer, because you had to study so. so. much. But this was way more important.

"Heey, Jonny. Is that London offer still on?

Great. When are you going?

Ohhh, in 2 hours?

Yea, I'll be there. Thanks

And by the way, I'll have somewhere to go to tomorrow, around 4pm, I hope you guys don't mind.

Ohh cool. Thank you bruhhhh. Byee"

Great news. They still had a plain ticked to spare, and they'll pick you up soon.

You quickly packed your stuff, careful not to wake up Stevie. Poor baby. With everything he's been through, and now his Peggy dies...

You tell JARVIS to tell Tony you're in your friends house, and to wake up Steve 'round 6am. His flight was in 7. You knew this, and which Church it was in at what time because you did a little research. Aka, asked JARVIS for help. AI already heard everything, so it wasn't news.

You left the tower and went to meet up with Jon and his family.

-

Steve woke up by alarm ringing at 6am. He immediately realised he's not in his room. He was in Y/N's. And then he remembered how you comforted him. He was so thankful for you. Even though, you weren't here, and it was confusing. You probably went to sleep on the couch, or in some other room, and Steve felt bad about it. He quickly got ready, and tried to find you, so he could get you back to your bed. Fortunately JARVIS easened his search.

"Mr. Rogers, ms. L/N went on a trip with her friend a few hours ago."

"Oh. Thanks JARVIS." Steve said, and left the building. You didn't mention any trips, but then again, you two didn't talk anything except Peggy tonight.

-

(timeskip to Peggy's funeral, cuz no one wants to listen about the trip now)

-

3rd person POV

It's so devastating to attend a funeral on your own.

Even more so if it's a funeral of your lost loved one.

Maybe Steve should've brought someone with him. For comfort. At least to feel the familiar presence. He carried Peggy's coffin, and it was enough to make him feel empty and sad. It was nearing to the end of funeral, and Steve didn't want to be alone. He wanted comfort. Like when Y/N comforted him last night.

After the ceremony ended, he stayed behind a little. He craved someone's presence. Anyone familiar. And then he felt a smal hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and it was Y/N. At first, he tought he was hallucinating. But her petite hand on his shoulder felt so real. He felt so grateful for this small human being at the moment, he just wanted to thank God over and over for having her with him.

"Y/N, Flower, what are you doing here?" he asked, still in shock.

"Hey Bear. I figured out you could use some company after the funeral. But if you wanna be alone, I understand, I'll go."

"No no, I mean, if you can stay, it would mean a world to me. You really know me better than I know myself sometimes Y/N. Thank you so much, Flower." he said, and immediately came for a hug. You hugged back, of course.

"I'll stay for as long as you want, Bear. I'm here for you, as long as you want me to stay."

"I want you to stay forever kiddo" he mumbed in your hair.

"Forever it is."

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MY DEBT TO YOU

Chapter ONE

Me: "I'm going to write this and have it posted by Tuesday"

Also me: *does not do that*

I'm so sorry for the long wait and the fact that this chapter is shit 💔 the other ones will probably be better because they'll be straight porn

CW: DOM FEM Reader, reader uses she/her pronouns and is a literal monarch, Maxim is a subby medieval bitch boy, no actual smut in this chapter but the rest of the series is so just Minors DNI, poorly researched, historical accuracy? We don't know her, ik I said no smut but dildos, lots of dildos, also Maxim almost slips into subspace at the end if that counts as smut

Under the cut because of smut (not really but it rhymed so whatever)

Sir Maxim Walter was tired.

Not just physically, though exhaustion did seep through his bones, but mentally as well. This was the fourth time this week some old shopkeeper had been covering for a younger fellow selling contraband through the back of his shop. Six barrels of unregistered ale in the back room, and Maxim and his team had been called in to investigate and arrest the smugglers. Now, as Dresten and Quincy pulled the offending parties through cuffs and into the back of the cart headed to the prisons, Maxim was tasked with doing another run through the shop to make sure there were no hidden rooms with more ale.

He stepped through another archway, one hand rested gently on the hilt of his sword, the other running across the wall. A hard expression was settled on his face, eyebrows knitted together in suspicion. He had a twitch in his jaw telling him that the old man was lying when he said that there weren't any hidden rooms.

He stopped when he got to the biggest room of the shop, which had a large square display in the center with nothing around it all the way up to the edges of the room. Things hung on the wall of course, but it seemed off to Maxim that every other room in this place was stocked full but this one was so barren. He took one more step forward.

The floor creaked loudly.

It wasn't out if character, creaky floors. The whole building creaked. But that was different. Louder. More hollow. He stepped again. Same sound.

Kneeling at the ground, he placed a hand on the floor, feeling for some sort of handle to grasp. His leather-clad fingers found the loose board and he pulled, moving aside so the panel could lift, revealing a steep, narrow staircase down to a cellar.

Maxim unsheathed his sword and put one foot on the first step. Sturdy. Another step. Then the next, all the way until he wasn't the bottom. His face knocked into a cord hanging from the ceiling, and he pulled it, letting the light fill the room.

He stopped dead in his tracks. His sword fell to the ground.

Where Maxim expected to see a stack of barrels, or maybe even a person, he instead saw a huge display of-

His brain stopped on the word.

On the wall, laid out unmistakable and clear as day, were about a hundred toys. Polished metal plugs of every size imaginable, and then bigger than Maxim though possible. Gently blown glass phalluses were laid out, some skillfully attached to off rope contraptions, some not.

Maxim stirred in his leather chaps, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't supposed to like this. He was supposed to be the man of the relationship. Dominant. He closed his eyes and imagined a woman who's like to use those upon him. It was when the pleasure emitting from his crotch bordered on pain when his father's voice stirred in his mind.

Deviant.

Maxim's eyes shot open. He pushed aside all his thoughts, reached down to pick up his sword and resheathe it, and marched out of the room, yanking the cord for the light on the way. He closed the door to the cellar gently however, not wanting one of his fellow knights to find it.

He could only imagine what his face looked like to Quincy as he approached. Flushed in arousal and twisted in frustration because of his findings.

"Nothing sir?"

Maxim shook his head. Quincy nodded once and then bowed, then they both got onto their horses and went off, following the prison cart back to the palace grounds.

-~•~-

The House of Walter was not the largest of the noble homes, nor were the Walters part of the Dowster twelve, the elite nobility of Dowster. They weren't very well off either, with only a small fortune. But their two sons were both high ranking military officers, and while the other noblemen and women make faces at them as they passed in the street, they weren't out of favor with the Queen.

Arthur greeted him at the door, giving Maxim pause. His father wasn't usually one to show overt politeness towards his family.

"Hello to you too father." The words were stiff.

His father gestured to the table, set for a meal. Maxim's mother died when he was young, promoting his father to remarry. Elizabeth, who had the same name as his mother, was nothing like his mother, in looks and personality. She was nice enough, and though her and Maxim got along fine, she was Elizabeth to him, not mother. She didn't push their relationship though, and Maxim enjoyed that. And he could tell they really loved one another.

"Hello Maxim!" Elizabeth said brightly. That wasn't out of the ordinary. Elizabeth was perpetually smiling. "Dinner tonight is a pot roast." She placed the dish in the center of the table.

Maxim took a seat.

"Where's Castian?" Maxim pointed to the empty seat across from him where his brother usually sat.

Elizabeth and Arthur shared a glance.

"Arthur let the boy eat for ten minutes before telling him," Elizabeth chided, serving herself and Maxim each portions of food. Her tone wasn't off, she usually kept Arthur in check, but the concerned, almost sad expression was out of the ordinary.

"He deserves to know Elizabeth," his dad spat. Maxim forced himself not to flinch. That was where him and his dad differed. Arthur had a temper. He was quick to anger and always assumed the worst. Castian was the same. Maxim preferred to sit on the sides until he knew what was needed. Until he was perfectly posed to get in and out as quickly and quietly as possible. He'd be a good stealth guard if not for the heavy clanking of his armor.

Before Maxim could ask what, he got his answer in the form of a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn't wait for an answer though, before bursting through the door, swords drawn. Maxim reached for his own, only so see that he had left it across the room. There was no way he could been able to get it. Upon closer look, Maxim recognized their uniforms. Something about their faces was also familiar, but Maxim couldn't quite place them.

"On behalf of the Queen of Dowster by the Queen's Guard, you Maxim Walter are under arrest for your treasonous actions against the throne and the Queen. You will stand trial for these crimes in three days time at the palace-"

"WHAT?" Arthur roared, cutting off the lead Guard.

The lead Guard glared at Maxim's father for a moment, then began his speech once more, addressing Maxim only, instead of the house as a whole.

This time it was Maxim who cut him off, "I know the speech," he informed them. The lead Guard nodded to another guard and they placed Maxim in cuffs. Arthur was silent now, and Maxim glanced over to see a Guard had his sword drawn right near Elizabeth.

Maxim went in silence as the guards led him to a cage. For the sake of his family's reputation, he lowered his head so no one would recognize him. People stared. He ignored them.

He couldn't say it didn't get to him though. He had always tried so much through his life to be loved by his family, to be accepted. But Castian had always stolen the spotlight. As he thought of his brother, it suddenly clicked why the Guards looked familiar. This was Castian's group. But Castian wasn't with them?

"Where is my brother? Where is Castian?' he asked. The guards stayed silent. They wouldn't talk to Maxim. He was a prisoner.

A lucky one though, if you could really even say that, because the Palace was only a half days trip from his house so it went by quick. He spent a single, sleepless night in a cell in the dungeon, and by the next morning, he was being marched to the throne room to stand before the Queen.

Maxim had never met the queen before, had only heard her words regurgitated by her Guards. But as soon as he stepped into the room he was immediately aware of her presence.

It was hard not to be, she took up most of the room with her presence, even is she was only physically taking up a single person's space. She was sitting in her throne, dressed in the most beautiful garment of clothing Maxim had ever seen his life, draped with rich purple silk. She looked regal. Royal. Beautiful.

Maxim had to pick up his jaw from the floor.

His mind idly drifted back to the room at the Shoppe he found yesterday wondering what it would feel like to have one of those used on him, by her.

He pushed those thoughts away as she began to speak.

"Maxim Walter, you have committed a heinous act of treason against me and my country. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" There was a hint of something in her voice, something familiar to Maxim but so far removed from him he couldn't place it at first. Was she amused?

Maxim gave a cursory bow, taking a knee before speaking.

"Your Majesty, I do not know of what you speak of. I have not committed any crime."

"You presume to know more than I?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty!"

The Queen studied him for a long moment. Maxim felt like squirming under her gaze. He barely held himself still.

"Leave us," she gestured to her Guards. They all shuffled out, leaving Maxim and the Queen alone in the large room.

"Stand and approach me," the queen instructed, standing up in front of her chair. Maxim stepped forward, slowly at first, but at her impatient stare, sped up his pace. He stumbled slightly on his way up to her, but managed to make it so he was on the step right in front of her, the step making up for his height and bringing him to her eye level.

"Did you do it?" She asked. Her voice was soft, quieter, but still just as strong and commanding as before.

"No Your Majesty. I don't even know what crime I'm being accused of." The Queen nodded once before stepping back so her heels were against her throne. She placed her hands on Maxim's shoulders before sitting down, pressing gently so Maxim got the message. He knelt in front of her, head practically in her lap. She removed her hands.

"I see you aren't lying to me." Maxim nodded. "But I don't believe that the rest of the country, nor your family, will see it that way." She stared off as she spoke. "So I'd like to make you a deal." Her eyes snapped back to Maxim's, holding his gaze. Maxim didn't dare to look away. "You will come to me. Live at the palace. You can be my personal guard. You would be free to leave at any time, though I cannot guarantee your safety if you do."

The Queen continued talking, but Maxim's ears were ringing to loud for him to hear her properly. His brain became foggy, vision blurring around the edges. Something about her dominance, the way she spoke as if she'd already made up her mind gave Maxim a twisted high, one he clung to. He felt a hand on his shoulder and snapped back to the Queen, realizing she was speaking to him still.

"Maxim?" she asked. He was barley conscious enough to refrain from begging her to say his name again. The word fell from her lips beautifully, wrapping around Maxim and holding him tight.

"I'm sorry I-" she held up her hand.

"I know." Her tone was soft, kind. Understanding. Maxim was brought back to reality by her touch, allowing himself to focus on her skin against his.

She seemed to know when he was back to himself. "Do you want me to repeat myself?" She asked.

"No Your Majesty." Now that his head was clear, her words came back to him.

The Queen only nodded in response.

"Well then, what do you say?"

Maxim didn't have to think about it, really. He knew his answer.

"I accept."

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