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burrowbaddie · 1 year

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Me & You

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 1 Summary: You try to figure out how you and Joe got yourselves into this current state.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.)

Series Master

A/N: Hello! Omg I don’t know anything about football or the NFL! I saw Joe last season and I just had to join in this x reader tags! So be nice to me! I’ve been sitting on this fic forever! I was so nervous to post. This is all fictitious so pls be nice to me! 😭

You're standing listening to the crowd cheering on the Bengals. Your best friend, Mya, is drunk and screaming at the top of her lungs. You grab her arm to calm her down.

"Listen, I don't know how you scored these tickets, but I am going to soak up everything in this moment. Joe, let's get it done!" Mya screams near your ear. The name causes your head to snap in his direction. Joe's attention is on something the coach is saying to him. You sit down in your seat, feeling smaller than usual.

"So, who are you fucking for these seats?" Mya asks, sitting down next to you as a timeout is called.

"No one. My dad got lucky." You reply, laying your head on her shoulder. That was obviously a total lie. It was a lie you would have to keep because you knew precisely where you would end up after this game. In the same hotel, you've been meeting the Bengals QB for the last few months.

After dropping Mya home, you made your way to the hotel, walking straight to the room without checking in. A little after midnight, the front door opens, and the blue-eyed man makes his way over to you. You hand him a glass of water, but he opts for a kiss. You have to stand on your tippy toes to get more access to his mouth. Joe drops his bag on the floor and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. Joe tosses you down on the bed, and you giggle, watching him strip. The only thing you have on is a t-shirt, so it's easy for Joe to rip it off and leave you bare. Joe kisses from your ankle, slowly making his way up to your thigh, where he stops to suck on it. With your legs perched on his shoulders, Joe hovers his mouth over your drooling cunt. A starved moan erupts from his mouth as your juices hit his tongue. His rough hands tighten around your thigh as he buries his face into his meal, sucking and slurping on your clit.

Joe is a messy eater when it comes to you; your juices trickle down his chin as he devours your pussy. He can't even think straight because his mind has only one goal; making you cum. You clench around his fingers as he slides in two. Your eyes are barely open, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a look at the man between your legs. Joe's blue eyes were now dark and staring directly at you. It sends shivers down your body, and you plop down with an exaggerated moan. Joe flattens his tongue against your clit while thrusting two fingers into you. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm come crashing down. Joe slurps obnoxiously loud and can't help but add to the sounds with his whines. He drinks every drop you release into his mouth. Joe sits back on his knees, face soaked, grinning down at your shaking body.

Joe moves back between your legs, this time slapping the head of his cock on your clit. He slowly pushes the tip into your sensitive pussy. Joe lets out a long groan as he slowly pushes in. But he doesn't get entirely into you because his phone rings. He rolls his eyes and pulls out, going to look for his phone. You pull the blankets over your body because you know the ringtone. It was Nicole, his long-time girlfriend. You bite your lip, watching him take the call to the bathroom. Joe returns with a look of sadness.

"I have to go."

You only nod your head. He kisses your lips, and then you head after getting dressed. And with a heavy heart, you watch him leave. You don't cry anymore, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. Dragging yourself out of bed, you decided to run a bath and drink some wine. This expensive room won't go to complete waste. Once the tub is filled with bubbles, you slide your body in and lean back, closing your eyes. How did you get here with Joe?

"Joey!" You scream as the blonde spins you around in his arms. He has just finished practice, and you promised him a burger from Steak N Shake.

"I'm starving!" Joe wipes his sweaty forehead on your dry one. You scrunch up your face and push him away. Joe laughs and takes your hand as you lead him to your car. He threw his things in the backseat while you hopped in the front and started the vehicle. Taylor Swift's We Are Never Getting Back Together started blasting on the radio. You can't help but giggle while listening to Joe sing along. When you guys arrive at the restaurant, you take your usual spot. Two burgers and a shared milkshake later, you guys make your way to Joe's house. You lay down on the bed, waiting for Joe to finish showering. Laying there, you let your mind drift to thoughts about your upcoming AP Chemistry test. Joe interrupts your thoughts as he throws his wet towel on you after drying his hair.

"Your blonde hair is insane. You look so funny."

"Funny meaning hot!" He shouts, jumping on the bed next to you. You roll your eyes and smack him with a pillow. Joe lays back and pulls you down to his chest.

"We're going to be seniors next year. Time flies. We're getting old, Cheeks." Joe mumbled while rubbing your back. You smile at the childhood nickname. He's been calling you "Cheeks" since 6th grade because your cheeks were swollen from an allergic reaction the first time you met.

"I can't wait for college. Freedom!" You rub his chest and bite your lip.

"Do you want to have sex?" Joe whispers, causing you to crack a sly smile. You roll over and on his lap. Since losing your virginity to your best friend over the summer, the both of you have become a little more attached at the hip. It's not like you guys were dating. It's never been brought up between you two. Everyone in school assumes that you guys are dating, and it's not like either of you has denied or confirmed it; it's just assumed. That is how you guys kept things until senior year rolled around, and your feelings for your best friend weren't just laughs and giggles; it was butterflies in your tummy at every smile he gave you. It was the jealous feeling bubbling in Joe's stomach every time a guy got a laugh out of you. But both of you were too wrapped up in school and Joe with Football to move on from friendship status. So when freshman year rolled around, you had your first boyfriend; it lasted six weeks. It was a complete jerk-off and constantly pressured you to do things you didn't want to do. Joe stepped in and got you out of that situation.

Joe tucked his hands into his sweatpants as he walked you back to your dorm. Both of you had things you wanted to say but kept silent.

"The guys are playing well."

"Yeah, but I'm not starting. Shit is wack. I'm busting my ass just as much."

"I'm sure the coach sees that too." You stop in front of your dorm door and look up at your best friend.

"Umm, thank you for helping me end things with Matt. I was so wrapped up with having a boyfriend I just completely lost myself for a second."

"It's all good. I'm glad you're okay. I could've killed that guy, honestly." Joe rocks back on his heels, looking at you. You quickly become hypnotized by those baby blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you," Joe whispers. You swallow and hold your breath all at once. It's the confession that blows you away. You never thought Joe would utter it first.

"I'm in love with you too." You smile, nodding your head. Joe leans in to kiss you, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fucking finally!" Quinn, your best friend, screams, swinging the door open. You hide your face in Joe's chest as your friends laugh. Quinn and Francis clap and pull you guys into the dorm.

"It took fucking forever for you guys to say it. Like everyone knew! Everyone knew!" Fran shouts, hugging you. You giggle and look over at Joe, who is wearing the same smile. He holds out his hand, and you two disappear to your bedroom. It takes a while for your heart to calm down from the confession. Even after kissing and laying in bed, your heart skipped a beat thinking about being official with Joe.

"How long have you been in love with me?" You ask shyly, listening to his heartbeat.

"Since 6th grade."

"Joe." You slap his chest playfully and sit up. Joe sits up on his elbow, staring at you with a puzzled look.

"Cheeks. I'm serious. It took me a long time to examine my feelings, but looking back now, I've been in love with you since I first laid my eyes on your blown-up allergy face."

"Burrow, you're something else." You move onto his lap and kiss his face.

Your relationship surprised no one, not even his parents. His mother knew her son was head over heels for his best friend. So, nothing made a drastic change between the two of you. Sure, you spent more time together, went out on actual dates, and had mind-blowing sex whenever you wanted. By the second year, your families were sure it was time to get married. But things between you and Joe weren't always picture-perfect. Joe was busy with football and studies, and you had your head way in the books to graduate earlier and attend med school. The time you used to spend together soon reached a point where it would be a week before you saw each other in person.

"I really need you to be at the capstone presentation. You know I don't do well with public speaking. I've researched all for the last three years. All my hard comes down to this. If I do well on this presentation, I will have the chance to complete a summer internship at-"

"Cheeks. I will be there. I promise." Joe kisses your head to reassure you. You hug him tight and believe his words. But for the first time, Joe breaks his promise. He not only misses your presentation completely, but he doesn't call you that night either. The next day he shows up at your apartment wearing his 1 million dollar grin.

"I have the best news-"

"Where were you last night?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you! I have the chance to play down at LSU. Last night I had dinner with-"

"I had my capstone." You whisper, cutting him off. Joe wipes the smile off his face.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I am. You did great, right?"

"I fainted. I stepped on stage and saw how many people were present and fainted."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am, but this is a big opportunity for me too. I-"

"You couldn't reschedule? This was the chance of a lifetime for me! This whole relationship, I have been behind you no matter what! And the one time I needed you, you flaked!"

"I'm always there for you! Are you kidding me right now!" Joe shouts, following you toward your bedroom. You decided that if this was going to be a screaming match, you guys should at least take it to the bedroom in case your roommates came.

"When? Name a time we've done anything I want. Your fucking selfish!" You scream, trying to close the door in his face. Joe closes the door behind him and begins pacing the floor. You feel like you're giving more in this relationship than him. This wasn't your first argument, but things started to build up over time, and this was bound to happen.

"I do whatever you want. I practically follow you around like a lost puppy! You have my whole heart. What else do you want?"

"I don't, Joe. You and I both know that. When it comes down to it…. football will always come before me. The countless dates you missed because practice ran late. The time you stood me up for some stupid football social."

"You- you said you didn't go."

"I went to the restaurant. I sat there for two hours. I didn't tell you that because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

Joe closes his mouth because you're right. Football was his main focus. He had dreams just like you had dreams. When it came to you or football, Joe was chasing his dream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"Joseph, don't do that. You working hard towards your goals shouldn't be a bad thing. But maybe it's not the right time for us."

"Cheeks, I want you. I want you, and I want to make the first string. I want to be in the NFL."

"I know. I'm sure your coach-"

"I'm going to use the rest of my eligibility at LSU. That's where I was last night."

"You're moving to Louisiana? Joe, you didn't even ask me. What about me? We had plans once we graduated. The apartments we looked at."

"I'm sorry. I have to take this opportunity. Baby, I feel that this is the right decision. We can move down to Louisiana and-"

You shake your head, sitting down on the bed. Your heart and mind can't wrap your head around any of this. There was no way you could win. Joe made his decision and included you without your input. Before you can speak again, Joe's phone starts ringing. He answers it without hesitation, and you take a deep breath letting the conversation sink in. When Joe is finished, he kisses your head, letting you know he has to go. The argument isn't resolved, but neither of you brings it up again.

The week before Joe is set to leave is the day you make your decision.

"What do you mean?" The hurt in Joe's voice breaks your heart.

"Joseph, I can't pick up my life and follow you to another state. My life is up here. My family is up here."

"I'm your family too. We made plans and-"

"Plans you disregarded when you chose to play for LSU." You cut him off, sitting next to him on the bed. Joe rubs his eyes and places his head in his hands.

"I want you to follow your dreams. I know you can make it to the NFL. I know you will do amazing at LSU. I don't want to make you choose between me or your dream. So, I'm taking myself out of the equation." You whisper, grabbing his hand. There are tears in your eyes that match his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I should've talked to you about all of this, but I saw my chance and took it."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I want this for you too."

The room remains silent as you guys ponder the next steps. Joe leans in and kisses your lips. Without another word, he leaves. And your friendship with Joe continued, but as his time at LSU began and your internship began, you guys fell out of touch. You got busy with medical school and him with football. And before you know it, Joe is a thing of the past.

That is until you guys meet again by chance. Joe showed up at the Cincinnati Children's Hospital one day for a charity meeting and ran into you. You freeze as the director continues his conversation with Joe and his parents. Robin, Joe's mother, waved you over. She pulls you into a big hug.

"How long has it been? Joe! Doesn't she look amazing?"

Joe can't even find words to speak. His tongue feels like it's stuck in peanut butter. His heart is skipping through loops.

"Ahh. She is one of our brilliant residents. We are happy to have her on staff. Bright future for this one." He says, hugging you. But your eyes can't leave Joe's, not until his mother pulls you into a warm embrace again. His parents leave you two to catch up while they finish something with the director.

"How have you been?" Those words leave both of your mouths. Joe chuckles and waits for you to answer.

"I've been okay. You?"

"Umm, great."

"I see that QB." You smile, slapping his arm playfully. Joe scratches the back of his neck. He's nervous. You can read him like a book, just like he can read you.

"Are you free tonight? My family is throwing this thing for some of my teammates and-"

"I don't want to intrude."

"Stop. We haven't seen each other in years, and I want to catch up."

"I get off at 9. Is that too late?"

He shakes his head, and you exchange numbers before returning to your rounds. The rest of the shift, the anticipation of seeing your first love again drives you insane. You can hardly keep your head clear. And when you finally clock out shower, and dress, your heart is damn near beating out of your chest. With a knock on the door, your heart is ready to leap out of your chest.

"I'm happy you came!" Robin pulls you inside, and you follow her toward Joe. Joe introduces you to some teammates.

"I can see why you called her Cheeks." Ja'Marr laughs, looking at you up and down. You can't help but shyly look away. Joe playfully pushes him away.

"That's not why I call her that. In 6th grade-"

"Joey, stop!" You whine. Joe pulls you into a hug. And the two of you stay there in your world. The cologne he is wearings sends your head into a dizzy spell. You missed him.

"Babe! Who's this?" A girl interrupts your reunion. You pull away, waiting for the introduction, but you know her already. She is on TV every day as the local News anchor. You blank out.

"And this is my girlfriend, Nicole." Joe finishes the introduction when you finally come back to life.

"Nice meeting you. So, you're the heartbreaker?"

"Nicki, we should see if your sister needs help." Joe pulls her away. You stand there wondering what Joe has told people about you. Ja'Marr throws his arm around your shoulder.

"Like glue. She sticks to him like glue."

You are saved by Robin pulling you into the backyard near the firepit. Your eyes stare into the dancing flame as around one around you mingles. When Joe plops down next to you, you turn toward him with a smile. Joe swears a similar smile; you guys get lost in your world just like before. It takes everything in Joe not to lean over, kiss, hold, or touch you. But your picture-perfect world is shattered once his girlfriend returns to his side. You look away back at the flames. When the guest starts leaving, you decide to make your exit, but Joe persuades you to stay later and catch up. And here you two are, awkwardly standing in his childhood bedroom, waiting for the other to speak up.

"I didn't think we would see each other again," Joe speaks first. You only respond with a head nod. You thought the same thing would happen as well. It was your fault for losing communication, but it's not like Joe made an effort after the fallout.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Joe asks. You shake your head. You can't find the words to speak. Joe reaches out and cups your face; you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into his touch.

"Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?"

"Yes." You reply, finally finding your voice. And Joe kisses you, tender and sweetly. Just like he did the first and last time you two shared a kiss. You don't pull away or flinch. You kiss Joe back with all the same amount of love.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers in between kisses. You finally come to and pull away.

"Joe, you have a girlfriend now. We can't do this. I should go." You say, grabbing your bag and turning to leave, but Joe grabs your arm.

"I shouldn't have done that; you're right. But can we talk, please? There's so much I want to say to you."

"I think it would be better if we didn't do this."

"Why? When would be the right time to do this? You stopped contacting me. You went on and left me behind like I meant nothing."

"Joey, communication is a two-way street. In the last year of our relationship, I held things together! Hold us together! You made your choice to go to LSU."

"You said it was okay! And now you're going to throw it back in my face. It broke my heart that you didn't support me-"

"I always supported you! I have been your supporter since day one, which is why I had to let you go. Because I knew how much you loved me, and if I made you stay, you would have resented me." Your voice breaks as the tears start to flow. Joe shakes his head. No. There is no way he would ever resent you.

"Why didn't you come to Louisiana?"

"That wasn't the right path for me. You made that choice for yourself, not with my intention. I had an internship lined up, which helped rocket me into my residency. What did I have in Louisiana besides you?"

"We don't know because you didn't choose me."

"Joe," You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"I chose you the moment I let you go. Why can't you see things from my point of view?"

"And when you started blowing me off?"

"I blew you off? Oh God, Joey, do you hear yourself?"

"You stopped taking my calls and my texts. That wasn't you blowing me off? Did you meet someone else? Is that what it was? Was there someone else the whole time? Quinn told me you met someone else."

"I was depressed. I struggled after you left. I couldn't fathom the fact that we were done. I blamed myself, and I just-I had a hard time, and I was embarrassed that it was all my fault." You cry, letting the tears fall. Joe wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault, Cheeks."

You sniffle and rub your nose on his shirt, causing him to chuckle.

"I want my best friend back." You whisper, staring up at him.

"Your best friend wants you back as well."

"As friends." You say the last part extremely low. Joe slowly nods his head. After that night, you slowly start working on your friendship again. But your feelings for each other couldn't die out. That's how you ended up in his hotel room in NY after a losing game to the Jets.

"Joey," You moan as he holds your legs on his shoulders. Joe continues to make out with your cunt as your vision blurs, and you cum all over his face. He slurps and drips every last bit. You lay there breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high. Joe sits up and licks his lips. he leans down and kisses you allowing you to taste yourself while he slides into you. Joe grunts feeling your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. Each thrust you feel sends you into space. You are hot and sweaty, and your head is clouded with reaching another orgasm. Joe's cock pounds away at your softness, sending you and him spiraling.

"Feels so good." You cry out, biting down on his shoulder. Joe frantically starts snapping his hips as he closes in on his second orgasm of the night. You release your legs from his waist so that he can move more, but you slowly start inching away, which only drives Joe to pull you back down and hold your hips pressed down to the bed. Your legs began to shake because Joe found your sweet spot and made you see starts again; the spot would have you creaming on his dick in a few more strokes.

"Don't run away, Cheeks. You wanted this remember? Let me have it. All of it." Joe stares down, watching his cock go in and out of you.

"Joey," You're crying. Crying tears of pure bliss.

"Yeah? Let me feel it, baby. Go ahead and cum." Joe's eyes light up as you reach another orgasm, and he follows after groaning and throwing his head back. You lay there again, trying to come down while Joe lets out a long sigh. You aren't sure what time it is, but you two have been at it since after dinner. A nice hot bath would be amazing right now for both of you. But of course, Joe and his superman stamina pull you up on his lap.

"Joe, break, please. Water." You try to get out the words, but Joe is already bouncing you up and down on his cock. You can't believe he is hard again. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him use you like a fleshlight.

"If you want water, you have to earn it, Cheeks." Joe moans, biting on your earlobe. You pout, giving him puppy eyes. Joe chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

"Just a little rest." You whisper. Joe pulls you up and off, laying your love-bitten body down. He stares down at you, stroking his dick. You can't help but bite your lip. Joe cums all over your stomach with a long sigh. You lay there watching the white liquid melt all over your midsection.

"Bath?" He asks you with a cheeky grin. You can only nod your head. When Joe came back with water, you were drifting to sleep. He kisses your head and tells you the bath is ready. You guys get in the massive tub, your back against his chest. Joe holds your hand, kissing the back of it.

"When are you breaking up with her?"

"I plan to end things next week. Her mother was pretty sick from covid so-"

"I get it." You stay quiet, staring at the bubbles. Joe can tell that you're mind is racing. He kisses your neck and promises things will work out. But things never work out for the two of you. Which is how you find yourself in the present day, only in a Cincinnati hotel room full of cum and regret while Joe is off to console his girlfriend.

Joe calls you the next day to apologize. You forgive him because what else can you do? The boy isn't yours; you're a sidepiece, his fun on the side. And it's weeks before you can see him again.

"Okay, so I narrowed it down to who is single on the Bengals and how you scored those tickets!" Mya shouts, pushing your office door open. You lean back in your chair, waiting for her to go on. She starts listing players, and to be completely honest, you don't know that many people from the Bengals besides the few Joe introduced you to a few times.

"Yeah, I'm not dating any of those guys."

"Coaches, maybe?"

"No. Let it go. I am completely single."

"Omg! Are you a side piece?"

You're stunned but quickly recover and shake your head.

"I'm talking to someone. I could never be someone's side piece." You laugh and watch your phone light up. It's a text from Joe asking to see you tonight. You turn your phone over and sigh. Mya turns on the tv just as the morning news starts.

"Joe's girlfriend is so fucking beautiful. I literally watch the news to watch her. How lucky are they? He's so fucking hot! She's so fucking hot! Think about their babies! Gorgeous." Mya lays on the couch watching tv. You take the remote and turn off the TV.

"I have to do rounds, so let's get going." You stand up, and she follows you out the door. Your shift ends at 11, and Joe asks to see you before practice. You guys meet up at your house for the first time. Joe scoops you up and kisses you all over your face.

"Joseph! Put me down." You squeal. He laughs and sets you on your feet. Joe bends down and smiles at the orange cat purring at his feet.

"Peaches is still hanging in there, huh?" He asks, picking up the cat. Joe brought you a kitten for Valentine's Day during freshman year of high school.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving? My dad has been asking to have you over, and you know how obsessed he is with you-"

"I'll come. Of course." He kisses your forehead and makes his way to the living room. YOu guys lay around watching old movies, stealing kisses, and enjoying the company and comfort. Joe leaves a little after 3. You decide to check your mail. Bills. Bills. Bills. A manila envelope with no address stops you in your tracks. You open it, and inside, you find photos of you and Joe. Photos of you two leaving the same hotel. Your hotel. Pictures of you kissings in his car. You look around, trying to spot anyone who looks suspicious. Someone was watching you and Joe.

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cricketnationrise · 15 days

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some sentence sunday 24.4

is this thing still on?

i have a lull at work which means i have time AND brain space for actual words to get written! so pls enjoy this extra bit from my big bang fic that i'm sooooo close to finishing and really excited about. thanks everyone for the tags today and the last month, you're all below the cut bc there are so many people that have tagged me its overwhelming (affectionate).

Nora assumes that there is actual football being played based on the level of noise around her, but she’s fully focused on June and the rest of the cheerleaders for the first half of the game. The part of her brain that’s always on wonders if there’s an equation that could predict what routine June or the cheer coach will call the squad to do next. She knows there are some routines for defense and some for offense, three options for when the team scores, some more general pep and tumbling ones, and a specific routine they use whenever the marching band plays the fight song, plus a halftime routine. There’s bound to be some way to track the statistics of each and build a predictive model that’s relatively accurate, but Nora would need more data, like a lot more. She’d also need, unfortunately, a much more in-depth knowledge of football, which she absolutely refuses to engage in. So while the math likely checks out, Nora isn’t going to be the one to do it. Alex keeps her from dying of boredom for the rest of the game, happy to snark with her about the other team (she’s not dumb enough to talk shit about her own team while smack dab in the middle of the bleachers), make up fake names for all the fancy football plays, and generally treat the marching band like their own personal karaoke machine, belting out the lyrics of everything from Carry On My Wayward Son and All I Do Is Win to Seven Nation Army and Tequila and every song in between. She even gets into the spirit of the whole thing enough to dance like a maniac when the drumline goes ape-shit at the end of the third quarter. She catches the pleased disbelief on June’s face when they make eye contact over fancy flying drumsticks and tumbling cheerleaders and tries not to blush in response. In fact, Nora’s almost won over to the idea of sporting events in general and football in the specific for the atmosphere alone by the time the game ends. So it’s even more fucking annoying when Evan goes and ruins it.

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suguriin · 7 months

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Deck of Wonders: Akrasia

I know it’s been an agonizing month since I’ve announced the Niragi fic rec so here it is! <3

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I’ll be tagging the creators so give them the love they deserve! Thanks again for checking this blog out!

Strangelove 🌊🦢 - @syntheticfoxfire

You’re Everything You Once Hated 🌊🥀 - @sleeping-on-cracking-ice

call me by your name 🌊 - @sucx2bi

In Betweenin’ 🌊🥀🦢(?) - @littlewriterfullofwords

Hot Gum 🌊🍭(?) - ^

Bloody Comfort 🥀(?) - @keysmashingfantasies

Dangeruous Lovers 🍭 - @24hlevi

under the white light 🍭 - @jhynka

Irresponsibily Stupidly Losing You 🌊🥀🦢 - @sery-chan-13

Don’t Care 🌊🥀(?) - @girl8890

Antifragile 🌊🍭🦢 - @kkurades

Come Back Home 🌊 - @niragi-in-borderland

Other places, familiar faces 🌊 - @fireofjudgement

Every inch of you is perfect to me 🍭 - @bangtaninborderland

First Kiss 🌊🍭 - @planetariumwriting

I only play these games ‘cause you’re playing them, too. 📚🌊🍭 - @itsnamjoonssi

uncover 🌊🍭 - @prodbyblush

Love Is Chaos 📚🌊🍭 - @bts-story

WARNING: This section contains SMUT fics (those who are uncomfy avoid this section!) (tbh theres prob more smut fics than the PG rated fics lmao)

Niragi’s Favorite Toy 🥀🌊🍭🦢 - @niragis-thot

his. 🥀🌊🦢 - @kirisunshineboy

not so mr. nice guy 🥀(?) - @xy4n1d3

Blow. My. Brains. Out. 🦢 - @bangtaninborderland

The Pain Before 📚🥀🌊🍭🦢 - @niragisimp (my awesome moot ! ilysm <3)

only you 🥀(?) - @dracoscum

messy for me 🦢 - ^

Tease - @peachesnscream

OFF LIMITS 🍭(?) - @aliceinnaughtyland

Nasty Games 🥀🌊 - @kinkyniragi

Always you 🦢 - @so-many-fandoms-here

(another lovely moot mwah mwah ! 🫶)

paralysed 🥀🌊 - @niragiinborderland

CNC (kinktober) - @tofuxtea

NSFW Alphabet - @brdpch

Carnal Restraint 🌊 - @writeformesinpie

A helping hand 🌊🍭 - @overthinkingaddict

Maniac. 🥀 - @suhyoung-hoes

Headcanons 🍭(?) - @sweet-as-an-angel

Wanna Get Drunk and Nasty? - @nacho-privayuna

Sweet Distractions 🍭 - @fireofjudgement

Master/Pet dynamics - @munsonsvamp

Treasure 🥀(‼️) - @creamwh0re

note: i remember reading this one niragi fic where i think the reader is like new(?) or a doctor and then aguni brings niragi to readers room because he was like trapped in like a freezer (game) so she takes care of him I CANT FIND IT 😔

#aib #alice in borderland #niragi x you #niragi suguru x reader #niragi suguru #niragi #niragi x reader #suguru niragi #suguru niragi x reader #niragi smut #niragi angst #niragi fluff #chishiya #chishiya x reader #fic recs #suguru niragi x you #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #aib imagines

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delcakoo · 9 months

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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

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obsessedtomone · 4 months

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 4 - Mistakes▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you started feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five

Chapter 4 - Mistakes

It was ninety-three MILLION fucking miles away and somehow the sun still manages to shine through the blinds and right in your fucking face.

You squint at your phone.

150 missed messages from the Comp-Sci project group chat and another eight from Taylor.

The past one and a half weeks were pretty uneventful. You slept, climbed ranks in the holy trinity of Riot Games, worked part time and showed up to your classes—if only half of the time.

You were particularly prone to dodging your computer science class, telling yourself it wasn’t for any reason in particular.

In short, you were doing fine. The ‘free’ time you had felt boring and seemingly peaceful. Luckily boring was exactly what you needed—especially when most of your life was anything but. That being said, it was hard to ignore your ape brain that was craving the instability and the stress you got used to growing up. Having academic goals and working hard towards them helped that aspect of yourself quite a bit, but it still felt like something was missing. Something only years of therapy and healthy relationships with people would change.

As the deadline was quickly approaching, it was finally time to check what the project was about and do your part before your presentation on Wednesday. The phone numbers of three other people you’ve never heard or cared enough to learn the name of were displayed on top of the chat.

You scroll down and notice they’re freaking out about two of the members—one of them being you—not sending their part yet, despite the deadline only being about two and a half days away.

Yui(I think?) – What do we do about the others, Ojiro…? :( Guys pls, I don’t wanna do everything alone. [Sent 9:13 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie) – I will call them later today, and if they don’t reply then, we’re on our own I guess. We’ll have to let the professor know. They should know better by now, honestly. Can’t believe one of them is an ‘honors student’, what a damn joke. [Sent 9:17 AM]

Yui(I think?)– Ahh! Stop! They can read this too!! [Sent 9:25 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie)– Let them. They need to feel ashamed for making us do all the work. [Sent 9:17 AM]

You roll your eyes at their childish hostility.

Wow, firstly, they had absolutely no faith in you, you think. Secondly, are they three years old? They are openly discussing fucking you over in a group chat that you’re literally part of. At least do that shit in your DMs, not in the open where everyone can see them.

If you really thought about it, it was sort of fair. You probably are the world’s laziest, biggest procrastinator, but what they didn’t understand is that you’re not bad at farming credits. Two days of work is more than enough for you to do your part and then some.

You’re horrible in almost all aspects of life, but your high achiever brain will always power up when you need it to. If anything, you never understood how other students needed so much time to figure out their shit, the material is always pretty straight forward unless the professor botched it themselves, but it wasn’t the case here.

Yui(I think?) – Yeah so… I finally added my part to the shared doc! If by some miracle the other two see this, you guys have access to it too. Please please send yours in time, I don’t want to almost fail CS again this year maaan ;_; [Sent 10:30 AM]

You – ill get everything done before the deadline, don’t get your panties in a twist. also pro tip, if you tap the back button on the chat window, look for someone’s phone number and then open it, you can actually write all your shitty comments privately ;) ttyl [Sent 2:14 PM]

Before you close the chat window, you see two rows of angry dot animations ready to cuss you out.

Too bad you couldn’t be bothered.

And so you stand up, take a shower—for the first time in a couple of days—and mentally prepare yourself for two weeks worth of work squeezed into a one all-nighter and a half.

After all, in stress, you thrive.

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Thud –

Dropping your bag next to your desk, you slide in your seat.

Your favorite neighbor’s white haired head is buried in his arms, laying against his desk and possibly taking a goddamn nap. This motherfucker.

The two week creep-detox did nothing for you, as you noticed your disdain for him was still as fresh as it was the night at the convenience store—if not even stronger.

Not only did he not fucking reply to your group in time—as if you did—but he also didn’t contribute to your project whatso-fucking-ever. In fact, he’s never read any of the group chat’s messages.

You were beyond fucking annoyed at him, because—to your group’s surprise, not only did you do your part, but you also covered for his and fixed everyone else’s. Incompetent fuckers.

It was stupid to let yourself get walked all over, but at least it shut both of the idiots up and that was enough motivation for you to get the job done. That, and the scholarship you fought to keep rolling every year.

There’s two interesting things that you found out during this group project. The first one was that the asshole’s name was Shigaraki fucking Tomura.

The Shigaraki Tomura.

You’d heard about his infamy over the years—never being able to put a face to the name—but nothing came even close to the stories Taylor began telling you about him.

‘Like girl, do you live under a fucking rock?!’ is what your friend asked extremely dramatically before setting off on spilling the ‘tea’ for ‘your uncultured ass’—whatever the fuck that meant.

It looks like the mystery slacker wasn’t just a random incel loser who got off on paying for stranger’s energy drinks and cup noodles, but also seemed to be a serious anti-social, borderline criminal individual.

According to the stories, he’s now been in court more times than you can count, charged with various offenses that ranged from physical violence, assault, theft, vandalism, drug-related charges, to more minor ones such as trespassing and public disturbances—either of them involving either students or straight up gang members.

Aside from that, he’s friends with a bunch of other convicted criminal misfits, seemed to have spent a few months in juvie and multiple people apparently promised he’s not all talk when he threatens to beat the shit out of you, never discriminating between guys or girls. You’re pretty sure that this wasn’t what women fought for when they said feminism.

That alone begged the question if he was gonna make good on the promise to fuck you up last time you so much spoke to him. Thinking about it left your mouth dry.

There was also a reason as to why he’d managed to get out of trouble every goddamn time. That reason came in the shape of his adoptive daddy’s wealth and connections, which was a convenient ‘get out of jail free’ card and something normal people (you) couldn’t afford. A true show of society’s totally unbiased conduct towards the mighty upper class.

All of this useless information that now occupies your brain, only proved to you how much of a massive piece of shit the guy was.

It doesn’t matter what his past was like, you quickly decided. It also doesn’t matter if you can relate to the shitty overblown rumors that were circulating around him. Or that you shared similarities.

What really matters right now, is that he’s actively trying to jeopardize your perfect score sheet—and by extension, your scholarship—by not stepping up and contributing to the project.

He continued resting on his desk, scratching the top of his head and yawning while not paying you any mind.

You bit the skin off your lip anxiously, unable to wait and teach this entitled little asshole a fucking lesson for messing with you.

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It was finally your group’s turn and all of you gathered in front of the lecture hall.

Well, all of you, save for Mr. Creep in the back corner of the room, who was still hunched over and scrolling on his phone indifferently.

If the rare upturned corners of your lips was something to go by, you were in for some serious mischief today.

The professor opens up with a brief introduction to your project, and your group finally starts presenting. It all goes well, except for the fact that despite your age, you have this incredible stage fright making you stutter pretty fucking badly for most of your speaking turn.

It gets worse the moment you realize that somewhere along the presentation, a pair of piercing red eyes began studying you incessantly. His sudden attention to you made your body sweat about three times the amount everyone else’s would combined. It was extremely jarring, in the worst sense.

You scoffed at thinking that he might as well have pinned you to the wall. Like he knew you were up to some bullshit. Like he could smell it.

Realistically you know there’s no way he could have possibly known, but the tiny guilty part of your lizard brain wasn't able to comprehend that right now.

That’s when you steeled your flimsy resolve and you tried to recover your composure as much as you could, doing your best to make-believe you were at his funeral instead and get to the end of your stupid speaking part.

You could tell you embarrassed your group mates with your awful public speaking skills, as their parts are much more animated, smoother and confident in comparison. But it didn’t particularly bother you aside from a slight hit to your ego, because you knew that the professor would read the documentation and ultimately see the amount of work you put into the written part of the project.

Your shitty teammates could glare at you all they wanted, but you did more than half the fucking project on your own and that would lead to one thing only—a great fucking score.

Who needed social skills—not that you were proud of any—when your future job will probably only require you to sit behind a screen most of the day—something that you’re already really fucking good at, to a detrimental point. It was a miracle that you made it so far in life without your vision getting much worse than it was.

“Very good,” the professor says.

He begins praising the sturdiness of the project, mentioning your name—making you cringe—and unfortunately pointing out the bumpy part—your bumpy part—of the presentation.

Overall, he was quite impressed with the quality and execution, and promised to email everyone their scores, once he’s done correcting them.

“However,” you heard him talk again, his following sentence filling you with extreme giddiness. “I seem to notice you’re missing a member of your group?” the professor trailed off with a furrowed brow as he stared at his notes. “I’m positive I’ve assigned everyone four people, but your project only mentions you three. Why is that?” he flips through his papers and checks his laptop as well for something akin to an error on his part.

“No, you’re correct, sir,” you chime in mischievously. “Mr. Shigaraki over there,” your speak up and your eyes meet his unexpectedly focused ones. His expression seemed to become almost intrigued at the prospect of your little scheme. He was sitting a little straighter than before. Listening.

As if this class finally became interesting to him, opposed to almost falling asleep in his chair earlier.

You clear your throat after feeling it contract with a pang of anxiety and continue, “—decided that we weren’t worth his precious time, and sadly did not contribute to our project whatsoever.” you end your sentence with a pout. “In fact, he dumped all of the work on us and didn’t even communicate. I—um, we thought it was for the best that he doesn’t free load on all of our weeks of hard work, sir.” you slip up, but promptly recover and you notice how the other two NPCs in your group stared at you in horror.

Despite lumping them in with you so you wouldn’t get in trouble, they did in fact not know or had any say in your decision to leave Shigaraki out—not that you cared to ask for their worthless opinion anyway. After all, they should be happy for the free full marks that you’re confident they wouldn’t have gotten without your help.

You wore a sly smile on your face.

Fuck him, his stupid face and his shitty attitude.

Checkmate, Shigaraki, you muse to yourself, smirking and gauging the reaction of the professor who seemed to be deep in thought for a moment.

When you looked back at Shigaraki to check how he’s faring, knowing you set him up—

You felt literal chills running down your spine.

He was simply smiling at you.

A wide, creepy and weirdly calculating smile.

A smile that told you, you’re in trouble.

Like a bucket of ice dropping over your head, you just grasped the mistake you’ve made. The reason why your classmates stared at you in disbelief. The reason while the whole room stared at you in disbelief.

He is a rich trust fund kid, whose background consists of only unpunished violence and nothing to lose. You, a lower class student, fucked with him knowing the horrible stories that circled around him. So why was it again that you didn’t believe he was capable of retaliating, even when you heard how most of the students avoided him like the plague? Did you think he would be as pathetic and powerless as you were?

Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you started feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones.

You needed to take this back right fucking now or who knows what he’s going to—

“Alright. I see how it is,” the professor interrupts your train of thought, scratching his chin, “To be blunt with you, I’m considering disqualifying your group’s entire project, for the fact that the bunch of you made such a hasty decision and did not think of consulting with me first to solve the problem.” you hear the professor say, feeling your gut twist and your two classmates glaring at you.

“I will however opt to only cut your score by twenty percent, because it really is an outstanding project, but I expect this to serve as a reminder that I do not tolerate insubordination and this instance is not to be repeated by any of you.” The professor looked at you, then at Shigaraki himself. “Have I made myself understood?”

You felt shame burn in your cheek as you nodded at him, but the boy wasn’t listening anymore.

It was as if the rest of the world—save for the two of you—ceased to exist at that moment.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #emotional hurt/comfort #shigaraki tomura #unhealthy relationships #dead dove do not eat #trigger warnings #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x you #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #college au #reader is female

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aubyrei · 1 year

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okay so. drdt ep 8 spoilers under the cut, also please check the tags for tws - a lot of the motives are quite sensitive so please beware!!

last night after the ep, my friend (hi @sentinel-kinjo) and i tried to see if we could connect the motives to the characters. ill explain the reasoning for down below. those that don't have a character next to them means i don't have enough info to be able to pinpoint on who that motive belongs to, even using process of elimination

ace - your body is falling apart but you still refuse to eat

there is a lot of evidence to support this. ace has a low bmi, didn't eat the cake in chapter 1 and has been said to like low-calorie foods in QnAs. ive seen some people throw around arturo due to his body image standards, but he doesn't seem to care much about himself specifically appealing to beauty standards, and was also one of the people who ate the cake in chapter 1.

??? - ever since you kissed her, you were afraid your sexuality would ruin your friendships

im not sure about this one at all- but using process of elimination, and the context, it is definitely one of the girls. the ones i didn't put anywhere are min, hu and eden, so it's probably one of them? i honestly don't really have any basis for pin pointing any of them as this one. maybe we should all collectively comb over ch1 to see who the biggest girl kisser is

j and arei's motives are canon, so i won't go over those

xander - you're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings, it doesn't matter that it's not your fault, just that you didn't go with them

pretty self explanatory, honestly.. we have many examples in the story of xander suffering from survivors guilt. his secret quote also speaks of survivors guilt. i feel like this is the only one that could fit him.

whit - your mother is dead, you always omit that truth

whit speaks highly of his mother, even having dyed his hair because of her. he does omit the truth also when trying to guess what his secret is during ch2, he doesn't speak about his mother being dead at all. his secret quote is also "we tend to idolize the dead" which goes hand in hand with both his motive and the very strong admiration he has for his mom.

charles' is canon, so skip

veronika - you only took on your talent to distract yourself for the incessant need to harm yourself for fun

i won't speak very much on this one, but she fits. the thing she dislikes the most is boredom. she seeks thrill in horror and dark media. it's possible that her talent has helped her heal from these tendencies.

david - you were quite the hopeless child. dying once wasn't enough, so you attempted suicide three times.

ive seen many different guesses on this one, but david is honestly the only one that i feel works completely. his secret is "i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i wish you'd just die." i hate you is notably repeated three times. this might seem like a reach but i think its also worth noting that when David mentioned that his secret was a family history about depression, nobody corrected him. i feel like if he had lied, or if his secret was something completely disconnected from said depression, the person who had his motive would've stood up and called out his bullshit. but three suicide attempts and depression are not unrelated. i think he was vague about the details of his depression due to his own discomfort talking about these subjects.

rose and nico are canon, so skip

teruko - how could i even select what secret to be your motive? just about everything you've done in your life is worth killing for. the killing game is your fault.

pretty self explanatory. teruko herself says she has too many secrets and doesn't know what they could possibly use against her. don't think anything but this fits

so the remaining ones are levi, arturo, hu, eden, and min. i can't seem to pinpoint these three anywhere due to lack of info... if you guys have any guesses pls let me know :> i love theorizing!!

#drdt #danganronpa: despair time #danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #drdt episode 8 spoilers #tw suicide mention #tw sui attempt #tw eating issues #tw sh mention #these motives are so much heavier than I thought theyd be wtf #david chiem #ace markey #veronika grebenshchikova #xander matthews #teruko tawaki #only tagging those i analyzed in depth #analysis #theory

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jessysapphireblue · 7 months

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Jewel of the Sea Luffy x Oc

TW: this oneshot contains violence and a traumatic past, plus the revenge of it, along with a Marine Base called 89 which I created, gore blood. Anyone who can´t read this, pls do not do so, anyone else are welcomed. Nicknames are Lu and Je, which you can always switch with your own name since nothing else is mentioned. A female born magician and her pet dragon.

"When this continues, we go off course for good! That was the 15th marine ship in the past two days!!", Nami escaped a loud sigh before she fell onto her loungechair.

"My poor heart won´t be beating for much longer", Usopp stated while Chopper directly checked the sniper for anything serious. "But I wanted to fight!", Luffy, your captain and lover whined loudly, his arms drapped over the railing with his head on it. "There There. You´ll be fine. We can´t stop for every single ship we see, Lu" "But Je! I want to", he complained, "I can´t even fly with Soma" "Because of all this ships and his normal size we would be attacked faster than you could get any food", you admitted.

Another deep whine escaped your captain, making you sigh, as your shrunken dragon sat himself on his straw hat. "Soma wants to know if he can lift your spirits up", you asked him, making Luffy look at you, "perhaps a nice game of tag, hide and seek?" "will you join?" "...I am weak by you, so yes" "JE!", he jumped up and hugged you, spinning you around with so much happiness.

"Such sudden mood change", admitted Robin with a chuckle as Brook joined in with his laughter. "Guys! Starboard is thick fog but I can see a Marine Base from up here", shouted Zoro, making Luffy directly jump onto the railing.

"Marine Base?! Franky coup de burst! Let´s get out of here!", Nami screamed, and you joined your dragon and boyfriend, making your eyes widen, gripping the wood, hard. "Je? Everything ok?" "Captain...", you said as "Stop the ship!", Luffy shouted and everyone stopped. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!", Nami came down and shook Luffy, yelling at him.

"What is it, Captain?", asked Sanji. "Ask Jessy. She called me Captain", he admitted and everyone looked at her. They knew. You only call Luffy Captain when it´s serious with you. "It´s the Base 89", you said, the smile gone from your face, making Usopp cover himself behind Franky.

"89? I heard of this base. A special Marine Base here in the New World, fufilling different jobs for the Government", said Jinbe. "So, why so serious, sister?", asked Franky. "If I remember correctly, it was the ship with the same number we saved you", said Robin, making you nod. "I didn´t knew you were held captive", said Brook.

"12 years of my live I spend on the boat, treated like a slaved, abused, experiments on, forefully taken me, trying to break me. I was 5 when they took me from my home, thrown into a cell, chained up and everything" "As a child?! I shall take their souls into the underworld!", stated Brook.

"WHAAAHAHAAA!", Franky began to cry, "Sister, I never you you had such a past!" "Captain, with your permission", you looked at Luffy, who slipped his strawhat over his eyes, Soma flying to you. "Permission given", he simply said. "Who wants to come with me, giving people hell?" "Oh, I´m with it", smirked Zoro, Luffy already cracking his fingers as well Sanji, with Brook showing off his sword. "Good. The rest will take care of the ships that will come, with no doubt. Soma, you stay with them, attacking from the sky"

Your dragon nudged you before flying up, making you release the shrunken spell you put onto him. "Ready?" "How will you go there?" "I already prepared magical boosters that will get us there. I will now clear the fog", you said and spread your arms, hands covered in a gentle grey light, as you clapped them and the fog was gone.

"Now!", you said you 4 jumped onto the purple boosters, you prepared, all landing before kicking you away, allowing you to get such a speed that you directly landed on the harbor. Marine soldiers saw you 4 and directly called for a pirate attack. "Je! Go to the boss! we take care of them!" "I owe you one, Luffy!!" "Triple the payment!!! Cuddles and snacks included!", he shouted before you dashed away, hitting soldiers left and right with your magic, looking like lifeless puppets.

Walking up a floor, you heard Marine soldiers. "EMERGENCY! The straw Hat Pirates broke into the base and are on the-ARGH!", you cut the soldier off by restraining him with a vine that squeezed his whole body close. "Soldier! SOLDIER!", you heard shouting from the Transponder Snail but deciaded to ignore it. The Soldier on the ground was whimpering, while you simply looked at him before walking away.

You had one target. The Vize Admiral of the Base, who was in charge of anything. While walking through floors and stairs up, you remembered the base, and every soldier you came across. They were just the same from back then. Laughing at your misery, smirking, using you out of frustration by either breaking your bones and anything else.

You always imagined dieing on this ship, until one day, Luffy and the rest came, saving you from your own personal hell. But now, you were strong. You finally know how to use your powers and how deadly you can actually be.

Finally. You arrived at the door. Hearing running noises and silent curses, you held your hand against the door, as it exploded into tiny pieces, scattered across the room. The Vize Admiral looked at you, as you did at him. Just the same face you remembered, looking down at you with that disgusting smirk of his.

"You", he said and looked at you. Your face was serious, almost deadly chill when you stood across from him. Grabbing his claymore, he covered it in haki and went in for an attack, slashing his sword at you before it stopped. "What the fuck?!", he cursed as it didn´t budged.

You held it between your index and middle finger. The Haki covered blade broke apart, and in one swift movement, you touched the Vize Admirals stomach, an releasing electroshock sent him flying out of his window and down.

You also jumped out of the window, zooming straight down, limbs began to sparkle as you covered them in diamond, nearly reaching the ground. You saw Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Brook standing there, as well as the Vize Admiral.

Landing at the harbor, it completly broke down, pieces began to swim towards the open sea. "Guys, thanks for the cover but return to the Sunny", you stated. "Eh!? But I wanted more!" "Captain, you can´t swim, come", Zoro tugged your boyfriend away, making you hear his rocket, and cannonballs.

"Thinking you can kill me?" "No. I know it", you said, a smile comming over your lips, your hand reaching towards the air.

Your friends, and all the Marines were gasping when they saw in the air. 10 Spheres, topped on one another, going round and round, making the Vize Admiral look at you. "DIE!!!", he screamed and dashed towards you, as you simply lowered your hand, jumping onto the water before a gigantic prismatic laser hit the base entirely.

It only lasted a few seconds and once it was gone, where the base once stood was nothing but water. Not a single trace left of the 89th Marine Base.

Turning around to your friends, the sunny shined like a star because of Luffy, Chopper, Usopp and Franky, making you almost blind.

"MAYDAY MAYDAY! MARINE HEADQUARTER! MARINE BASE 89 HAS JUST BEEN ERADICATED BY THE JEWEL OF THE SEA FROM THE STRAWHAT PIRATES ALL ALONE! I REPEAT. MARINE BASE 89 HAS JUST BEEN-AAAAAARGH!", the soldiers screamed as the ships were burned down by Soma, making you return to the Sunny, and shrunk your dragon. "Thank you", you crawled him and he nuzzled into you, making you chuckle. "That felt good. We can sail now", you smiled at your friends.

"WE ARE UNWORTHY!!!", almost everyone shouted. "That was the most SUUUUUPPPPERRRRR Laser i ever saw, sister! Franky Super thumbs up!" "Can you do this more or is this some sort of one hit wonder?", Nami asked you.

"I can do this more than just once, yes. I don´t use it too much but this I had to", you admitted with a soft smile. "TREASURES, MARINES, YONKOS! COME AT US! YOU WON`T GET PAST US NOW!", Nami and Usopp cheered with happiness. "Goddess. Graceful, sexy, mature, powerful. My beloved! I will always be your subordinate!", Sanji kneeled in front of you.

"Yohohohoho! My eyes certainly popped out of my skull...ah, I don´t have them anymore. YOHOHOHOHOHO!", Brook laughed and you chuckled in. "You, against me", said Zoro, glaring at you. "eh? Unfair much? You have swords! I just have magic" "Just have magic?! Did you see what you just did?" "Wrong direction", chuckled Robin and Zoro flushed.

"I.WANT.NO.NEED.MOREEEE!!!! THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING THING I EVER SAW!!! JEEEEEEE WOHOOOOOO!", Luffy cheered endless for you as you guys sailed away, making you lean against a wall of the sunny, the burning ships of the Marine in the background, burning away. "Finally free", you said under your breath, looking into the sky with the biggest smile, cheering for yourself, because let´s be honest, you deserved it.

And you knew, your freinds will always be there for you, and you will be there for them.

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i was tagged by @onedirecton to tag 10 ppl i want to get to know better and make a few questions :3 hehe, thank you sm alice :3

favourite colour: purple, hehe :3 alice i love that we have the same fav colour 💜💜💜 favourite food: ahhhh, i love most things!!! i do have a soft spot for soups and stews tho like they are so so wonderful……… mutuals pls gather round im giving you all a bowl of w/e soup or stew you like rn 🍲 song stuck in my head: babaero by randy santiago!!! its been stuck in my head since i first listened to it like it really is just so good, god… funky city pop music is really everything to me!!!!!!!! absolute best genre of music ever <<<333 i give it one thousand million hearts <- this was my last obsession bc i wrote all these answers down like. a week ago and forgot to post it so now the song stuck in my head is dagundong by alamat :3 its so good btw~! last long i listened to: hala by alamat!!! spotify did the only good thing its ever done by reintroducing me to alamat again like they are So Good oh my god...highly recommend their music!!! the way they work Filipino history into their videos and songs is soooooooo beautiful omg..... dream trip: hhhhhh i want to go to SO many places but my absolute DREAM is japan!!! id love to check out tokyo bc its so not like where i grew up - a bustling metropolis is what i want to live in like literally get me outta my small town this is not the place for meeeeee 😭 - but nara….the deer there……….god i need to go so BAD and i also just want to go to a cherry blossom festival once like pls…pls :( other than tho id LOVE to visit the great bear rainforest!!! like it just looks so so beautiful and its really not too far from me omg……. last tv show/movie: im currently watching the cherry magic anime (it is so good and so cute omg i forgot how much i enjoy the story….) and rewatching kyou kara maoh which is really and truly such a beloved anime To Me like its absolutely ridiculous god i love it sm!!! and i dont remember the last movie i watched?? i Think it was skinamarink but i could be wrong bc i watched that early last year and surely ive seen a movie since then…? but also maybe not bc i truly do only watch like 1 movie a year 😭 <- also update to this bc i watched sweet home a couple days ago!!! it was quite good and i really enjoyed the practical effects in it :3 older horror movies really have such a beloved place in my heart ahhh...also in writing this i remember i watched The Thing after skinamarink...i. only watched horror movies apparently spicy/sweet/savory: SPICY 🌶️🌶️🌶️ i do like all these things but if i had to choose id def go spicy over either of these!!! i do like spicy + sweet tho like omg one time i had spicy chocolate frozen yogurt and it was sooooooo good !!! idk what was used to make it spicy but i Adored it wahhhh~

also!!! in your lil tag game it said to make a few cool questions so i will make some <<<333

If you could be any animal, would you choose to be a domesticated animal or a wild one? Domesticated can extend to a wild animal that has been individually raised in a home, i.e., someone raising a raccoon a pet.

What is your favourite medium of creation? If you don't really engage in making things, pick whatever you're most interested in trying :3 And by medium I mean everything from drawing or making music or writing…anything creative!

What is/are your favourite(s) combination of colours?

Imagine your perfect summer day; what does it look like? Give as much description as you want :3

What is your favourite celestial object?

now, ill tag @grlfriends, @kwonhochi, @vampirebiter, @wonhosgrl, @librapropaganda, @honeydewtual, @heartual, @10281, @taengoo, @morgoth, @bixiaoshi, @ghostfeather, @ashmp3, @lovenee, @earlymay, @anglerfishare1inchto3feetlong, and @huiven!!! only if you want, ofc :3 and i know it said only 10 ppl but you see. i lost count while tagging ......... but thats fine <3

#this was really fun to do thank you again alice :3 #also!!! if u see this and i didnt tag u but u wanna do it anyways pls just pretend i tagged you :3 spiritually i tagged all my mutuals <3 #tag games

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lutiaslayton · 4 months

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So uh. Hi, I finally made a decision I probably should have made a long while ago thanks to talking a bit on Discord: for the sake of my sanity I will not be keeping up the weekly schedule after all 😔 Layton's Book Club updates WILL be posted exclusively on Saturdays at the decided time, instead of at any random time in the week, and I will likely make a few heads up when we're on a lucky week during which you'll get an update, but I will not force myself to make it happen every single week. Simply because at least right now, it is physically impossible for me to do so. (Chapter 1 Part 1 of Illusory Forest is going to be the end of me, and not just because I am still questioning if the author was under the influence of some Folsense gas while writing it.)

That being said, I believe this should actually be treated as good news, and not just good news for my personal health. Because, sure, the updates will not come out as often as I had originally planned to. But in the long run, I actually believe that since I no longer plan to force myself to only work on one thing (which has progressively been eating at my sanity on top of that because darn it this chapter is stupid and it just doesn't seem to END, + it'd be nice if I could finally get some content out that is my creation rather than somebody else's), it means that I will actually allow myself to post more diverse Layton stuff in the meantime.

Stuff like the Evan Barde post I made a few days ago, or other helpful-for-the-fandom stuff that isn't translation work, or… even maybe stuff like finally allowing myself to write SLS and draw random stuff again? Or even read other people’s fanfics and comics and AUs and stuff? (ok technically that last one would probably not lead to tumblr content but shush it means I would take time to look at YOUR content for a change)

The list of stuff I'd like to post in the future includes but is not limited to:

A tutorial on how I get my translation stuff done despite the fact that I do not actually speak Japanese. Best case scenario, this might even lead to some brave people among you to start helping me with this monumental task that is translating multiple novels and games from scratch while you're not even fluent in the language you're translating, and this would be a MASSIVE weight off my back. (spoiler alert: while I do use DeepL to check stuff and/or get inspiration, my work is NOT limited to simply copy/pasting sentences into it and then copy/pasting whatever it gives me back)

The Playthrough series! You had all forgotten about it, hadn't you? Yeah, me too.

Lore analysis stuff in general. I have a massive, absolutely insane project ongoing which is basically "Want to find some info about X? Just open that one (1) web page, enter a few tags such as a specific character's name or location, clich the Search button, and get a list of every single known fact which is related to all of your tags which is summarised down to the bare minimum fact, along with the exact source and quote directly taken from the source material."

Puzzle theory stuff. I've talked about it a lot, it'd be cool if I could finally get the stuff sorted and actually provide all the evidence supporting, refining or challenging it in one place. Above-mentioned lore analysis stuff should help with that.

More fancy shitpost such as the ones found in the #lutiasdraws tag. Let me join in on the fun pls it's good for my mental health to get some serotonin out of non-boring stuff. Heck, perhaps I might even do fanart/shitpost about some fanfics/AUs/others I find and enjoy.

That being said, I apologise to everyone who was hyped at the idea of Illusory Forest updating weekly, but I hope you'll still enjoy the stuff I'll be posting here. If not, blacklisting tags is a thing! I tag everything diligently so for example if you're tired of seeing me ramble about stuff (I do that a lot lately, sorry for that 😭), you can just block the #lutiastalks tag. Yes I finally decided to make #lutiasreplies exclusive to actually replying to asks or reblogs, and use #lutiastalks for random news stuff. yay to self-care and cleaning up my house, head, and tumblr blog.

#lutiastalks

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malum-forev · 11 months

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1K Followers Bingo Game!! 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I want to thank every single one of you guys for your support and follows! I cannot believe thisss. I am so happy you've enjoyed my writing and you've all helped me reach 1,000 followers.

❤️‍🔥🥰 Enjoy one of my favorite Bucky gifs as a token of my appreciation. <3

Soooo I saw @espinosaurusrexex create this bingo game for their 1k celebration and I thought it was an amazing idea! All credits go to @espinosaurusrexex (ps their blog is AMAZINGGGG, so pls check it out!)

Here's Everything you need to know for the game! I hope you guys like it and participate! (most of the writing going forward comes from @espinosaurusrexex's blog to give credit)

❗️BINGO❗️

As a celebration for this milestone, I would like to host a Writing Bingo Game (inspired by @blooming-violets).

The rules are simple:

Chose a prompt from the card and tell me other details you'd like me to include. (Also, if you would like me to integrate one of the prompts to my past stories pls comment that too <3)

Send them to me through an ask

I will write requests in order of submission and then cross the prompts off. And you can be damn sure I'll pure my heart and soul into that shit. [click here to see what has been submitted already]

BINGO! The game is finished when a row, column or diagonal is completed.

I also don't gatekeep, so please feel free to use this card for your own writing challenges, but make sure to tag me, so I can see what beautiful things you create with it 💗

Green means completed and Yellow means working on it!

You can find the complete master list here!

Last update: June 26th.

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

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Again, thank you for your support and thank you Meg for this amazing Bingo game!

I've tagged people who've asked to be on my tagged list! I hope that's okay!

@kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour @scxrletrecsmarvel @baby-banana @stucky-my-shiptoothhurtyam @bluemoon-icecream @seybox @supraveng @jasmine19346 @what-a-beautiful-mess-i-made @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @confuscita @eviesaurusrex @girlfriday007 @starryeyeseunbyul @thevampire97 @sadisticfries @440mxs-wife @rslizj @enchantedbarnes @whitewolfsdoll @mrsbarnesx @arcanebabe @143amberrose @silentkiller2374 @samantha1sodone @just-that-dumb-bitch @verygraphicink @rouge-raven13 @behindmygreyeyes @ximi1315 @runi1 @lia-winther @aneluvs

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

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lilolilyr · 6 months

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ANSWER MY RIDDLES SIXTEEN (or not lol pls only answer all of them if you want to)

5. something in fiction that reads like poetry

28. a book you wish you could read as a beginner again

42. a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end

43. a book that you have read more than three times

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

54. a book with the best opening line

55. a book with a satisfying ending

60. a book that you think about at 3 am

66. a book that fucked you up

70. your favourite poetry collection

74. your favourite love triangle

80. a book that reminds you of a loved one

90. the longest book you've read

99. a book with a strong female protagonist

119. your favourite summer read

131. tag somebody with whom you would want to buddy read a book

Ohhhhhhh Dayum that sure is an ask xD I’ll try my best adsfghjkl

Ask meme

5 Ok already the first one i go completely Blank on? Wtf reads like poetry?? What Does That Even Mean 🙈

28 as a beginner like as someone who hasn’t read any books yet?? Or for the first time? I wish I could read LotR for the first time again. I remember I’ve even read all the songs and long tree descriptions and everything because I was so in the story I couldn’t miss a single word, and I’ve skipped most of them every time since, and usually just watch the movies instead anyway lmao

42 scream in a good or bad way? Bad way so many Deutschunterricht Bücher. Homo Faber in particular.

Good way most of the discworld books recently!

43 & 50 Sara, die kleine Prinzessin <3 used to borrow it each time I was at the local library as a kid

Oh and also Isola by Isabel Abedi! It’s been a while and I don’t really remember the plot all that well but I remember reading it a lot. Maybe I should give it another re-read!

54 “The wind howled, lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin” - Terry Pratchett: Wyrd Sisters

(Tbh it’s the only book I physically have on me atm and so the only first sentence I could check. But. I think it’s pretty good!)

55 If it hasn’t got a satisfying ending I don’t like itttt, honestly everything I’ve already answered could go here too…

60 the fucking house of night side stories haunt me

66 oh god oh fuck I don’t remember the name because halfway through I put it Behind the other books in my shelf in my childhood bedroom so I’d never have to look at it again but. It was about what if ‘ageing’ got a cure and everyone was basically suddenly immortal and obvs we don’t have the resources for that kind of population and wars and fucked up politics and killings and ghettos and oh my god

70 I actually tend to read poems either online and then it’s not a collection but more going through Google images of a particular author like K Le Guin, or checking out old poetry books from free book thingies where I maybe won’t like them all that much most of the time but they’re still kinda interesting? But couldn’t name a fav

74 love triangle or love angle? Poly 📐 from books I can’t think of anything canon or hc? And ‘love triangle’ ~oh who will she be end up with’ angles I just can’t stand. But most well written of these kinds of situations is definitely Panem because it’s not actually about the picking the boy but rather picking the kind of life Katniss wants to live

80 5 Freunde makes me think of my parents bc I have all their old books <3 and Lola makes me think of my sister because i used to read that series out loud for her

90 I know for sure I’ve read fanfics longer than any book I might’ve read!

99 hunger games. Oh, also anything from Trudi Canavan, especially the Age of the Five series. Many great women there and I love the witch best

119 what on earth is a summer read? XD but some other fav books of mine are

- Lies we Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley, an interracial lesbian story set in the US during the segregation

- Dracula by Bram Stoker. Seriously if you haven’t read it yet do so it’s amazing. I love seeing all the Dracula daily memes now, when I read it years ago most ppl just knew some movies that have nothing to do with the original plot and the original is great!

- Erebos by Ursula Poznanski. That one just… I couldn’t put it down, it’s so thrilling and good.

131 I’m not sure I’d want to buddy read a book with anyone because if Dracula daily taught me anything, then that I am incapable of reading on a schedule xD I really tried to re-read it with the emails. But nope. But theoretically, on a we‘d-probably-vibe-with-the-same-stories-&-enjoy-chatting-about-them kind of way, I’d have a bookclub with you and @lavendelhummel @squishmittenficfan @purlturtle @mimi-mindless @die-schwanenkoenigin @wellsbering :)

And if you guys liked these qs, the ask meme is here, if you reblog it I’ll send some your way!

Thx so much for the ask Ela! <3

#ask the blogger #book ask #Book rec ask #f #answered #24.10.23 #25.10.23 #toboldlynerd #mine #non anon #ask meme ask #books

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nicos-robin · 6 months

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i was tagged in a 20 Questions meme!

sorry for taking so long to respond, i can be kinda lazy sometimes and was waiting to be able to use my laptop <3 but ty for the tag @iam-jacks-redacted-information !!!

let's dive right in!

1 ) How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2) What’s your total AO3 words count?

120,637 (owo)

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Red vs Blue, Spider-Man, World of Warcraft and SPYXFAMILY are what are listed on my ao3 profile. I've done my most amount of work in the RvB fandom, but i've also written a LOT for The Hunger Games, Torchwood, and (sadly) Harry Potter and Twilight. Just... not on ao3.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Next Time Around which is an RvB rewrite w/ Tex surviving outside of the Epsilon memory unit, instead of being erased by Church at the end of s9 (which i still need to rewrite and finish waaah) Closure which.. I genuinely don't remember writing. Scars which I wrote on behalf of someone who wanted more non-sibling Carwash fics a cup of coffee in the morning which I wrote after a desire to see more of Wash's tastes/interests changing after the implementation of the Epsilon AI it's all in your head aka, a cute lil thing I did for fifteen minute ficlets that I need to get back into for SPYXFAMILY and twiyor.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and no. It depends! I am an awkward person so if I know how to reply, I usually will especially if it's something i can answer! However, if it's something where i can't really think of a good response I might just leave it, or come back to it later.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... i tend to not write angsty endings. I like happy endings, I like knowing that despite everything, happiness can still be found. Like I LOVE angst, but I also like rewarding myself with some happy endings.

but one time I wrote about Cinna's death from THG so.... does that count?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've never finished it, but my intended ending for Next Time Around was to have Tex going to Allison's grave on Earth with Carolina and Wash and laying down Forget-Me-Nots, before going back to live out the rest of her time with the Reds and Blues.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Never directly, but I also don't really remember a lot of 2015-2018 because of cringe :'). I do think a lot of Peter/gwen fics got indirect hate from peter/mj fans which sucks because Peter has TWO hands!

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have orphaned most of my smut fics, but yes. I have done some basic ass vanilla guy eats out a girl stuff, but my favorite is the kinky sapphic smut. If you ever stumble upon a Tex/Emily Grey smut fic by an orphaned account, that was me :)

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, they're just not for me.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but last time I checked in 2021 someone had stolen my fucking background/about section from Tex RP blog and that was a COMMON problem I had in the RvB RP fandom on here. So. much. fucking. theft. of. my. god. damn. about. page.

And I put hours of work into it. Hours. It was detailed, and people just keep fucking stealing it somehow.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

errrr...... Trying to rack my brain but coming up with a blank. i've written fics as favors/gifts for people though! Usually a "I have this idea and no idea how to write it help me pls Ange" thing

14) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Church/Tex. Something about the inherent doomed by the narrative of it all, how no matter how hard Church tries to pull her close she always drifts away from him, the levels of love and trust they have towards one another.... Like they are DOOMED lovers but also they kinda both know that and that's what makes it so difficult.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really really wanna go back and re-do and finish Next Time Around, and after playing NieR Automata that desire is even more present. but also, one piece is my current hyperfixation so I have no idea if I ever will.

16) What are your writing strengths?

oh. oh god. oh. um. hm.

Probably my short, punchy sentences. Where not a whole lot is being said, but the impact is still really strong and the emotions of what I'm trying to impart are impactful.

Also, my inner character monologues. I love that shit. Lemme open up their mind and tell you their entire secrets

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat and physical descriptions B)

Combat is just... Idk. So much going on and it's so hard and you have to be really good about the descriptions and the motions and movements or else it's all a mess. And physical descriptions just... I'm a byproduct of the cringe era so I always worry about how my descriptions will sounds T-T

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

/shrug

I have never attempted to create my own fictional language, and I probably never will. It just isn't for me. I am planning on trying to pick Japanese back up, as when I was a wee child I knew it fairly well, but lost it as the years went on.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara! or Sailor Moon

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Next Time Around is my current magnum opus but it also unfinished and I have no idea when I will pick it back up.

And that's a wrap! Thank you again @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag!!! I appreciate it, and i loved reading through your responses! Plus it made me go back through my old ao3 archive and see what I have written which I haven't done in a minute.

Anyways <3 if you wanna play this game please feel free to, and tag me in it! I always feel awkward tagging bc I still don't know a whole lot of people on here anymore QwQ

#fdjkfjsijfsijf my responses all over the place #oh whale <3 #tag games #long post #about ange

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

tagged by @ryanisreallytryin thank uu<33

what book are you currently reading?

none lol. i swear i’m gonna open one before the break ends but i havent gotten to it oops

what do you usually wear?

im ngl i’ve been really lazy over winter break and it’s been mostly pjs and maybe e crop top lmao. but i always have earrings and a necklace on or else i feel naked lol

how tall are you?

5'5"!!!

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

libra and it’s the same as will smith lol

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i go by my given first name i only have a vietnamese nickname for at home/with family

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

idk lmao im not pursuing art/music like i wanted to but i think child me would think doctor/vet is pretty cool so

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

good: being sleepy, bad: talking

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

not in 2023 but i did a quick drawing of a rabbit in like november and im happy with it! i made a couple jewelry pieces too but not sure how many i did in the last year

dogs or cats?

i dont discriminate but i think im a little more comfortable around dogs just cuz i never had cats. i’ll still pet the hell out of either though

what's something you would like to create content for?

idk for me i guess lmao but i dont really have time

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

the squish of horsie muzzles. cuz im working with the horses and i cannot get enough of how squishy they are. they are so fucking squishy

what's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

umm maybe my social life lmao it hasnt really changed that much as i started university but i mean i still made some progress it’s just really teeny tiny and still quite lonely but its ok

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

idk lmao umm i think im kind of mediocre at everything like im an all arounder dont have any specific talents

what's something you wish to have at this moment?

a fat check lol (pls)

ok im done hehe umm idk who to tag cuz i dont really see a lot of my mutuals do these. i tag @stratocxster not sure who else

#tag games #tag game

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tyonfs · 3 years

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the thing about dating

❝ well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place. and, for the second time, this is not a date. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee donghyuck x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, strangers to lovers, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, hyuck is an architecture student and the star hockey player which is very attractive to me, barista!reader, this fic is not sponsored by Starbucks™, also ofc lots !! of fluff !! + one makeout scene

SUMMARY ▸ lee donghyuck’s method of flirting appeared to be ordering the most obscure drinks until you blew your fuse and agreed to go on a “not-date” with him.

PLAYLIST ▸ kiss me more by doja cat ft. sza • playboy by exo • yours by raiden ft. chanyeol, lee hi, changmo

WORD COUNT ▸ 7073 words

TAG LIST ▸ @geniejunn @junepops @keemburley @pewpewpwe00 @flower-lise @baekhyuns-lipchain @chezzontop @prettyjaems @ukiyoneo @hyuckswifey @kookings @chanluster @jaehy9ngs @jen0zen @jinnieyeolele

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ happy 5 years with 127 day!! this fic is part of @renhyucks’s “the first” collab and my installment is “the first date” ♡ pls check out the other authors if you’d like and i hope you enjoy!

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, YOU WERE PERFECTLY CONTENT WITH YOUR AVERAGE STARBUCKS JOB, WORKING AN AVERAGE SALARY TO PAY OFF YOUR AVERAGE COLLEGE TUITION.

Scratch that. Tuition prices had skyrocketed and you were working extra shifts to scrape up as much money as you could. There was nothing average about college tuition, you realized, and not even your four-hour evening shifts (five days a week, mind you) could completely cover the problem.

Life was simple. You woke up, attended your classes, studied, and then worked as a Starbucks barista until closing. Despite how plain that sounded, it wasn’t like the meaning of fun was foreign to you. You still treated yourself every now and then; going downtown with Huang Renjun, partying with Lee Jeno, and making fun of your coworker, Mark Lee.

You hadn’t expected your ordinary life to shift because of someone outside of your social circle. Everything that went on in the inner workings was to be expected; anything else outside of your circle was foreign territory you’d rather not deal with.

“You know my friend, Lee Donghyuck?” Mark once asked you out of nowhere. When you shook your head, he shuddered and added, “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Mark’s eerie response left you with an unsettling feeling about this Donghyuck.

You had never even met Donghyuck formally in person. Your opinions and images of him were constructed from Mark’s absurd stories during shared shifts. You later found out that all of your friends knew the infamous Lee Donghyuck, and they all had stories to share with grins on their faces. Thus, you figured that he must have been a hot commodity, but Mark’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck weren’t very promising in terms of his character.

According to your coworker, Donghyuck once got banned for life from a roller skating rink. He was so terrible at balancing on wheels that he ended up crashing into an entire snack rack, knocking down the entire shelf, and ruining all the food that was neatly stacked. That spurred a domino effect and caused several other shelves to tumble over.

Fun guy, you thought.

Then, you found out he was the star player of the university’s ice hockey team. You were dying to ask how someone could be so pathetic at roller skating but be perfectly fine at ice skating, but you withheld your judgement.

After that, you had finally seen Donghyuck in person, and it was only a brief glimpse while you were talking to Mark and Jeno after their game. Your impression of him wasn’t getting any better, though, because you happened to hear him fawning over the other team’s coach. Mark tried to cough loudly to hide Donghyuck’s “damn, she’s hot” comment, but it only drew more attention to it.

You didn’t have an exact understanding of his personality, so you just imagined different personas of Star Boy (you heard Renjun call him that once and it stuck). Sometimes he was a loud frat boy who often blacked out before the party even started, and sometimes you even visualized him as some boisterous adult with unfortunate luck. Mark had never introduced you to him formally, nor did you care enough to look him up on social media, so you stuck to the images you created in your head.

That was, until he was standing on the other side of the register, waiting for you to take his order.

You hadn’t expected to meet Donghyuck so soon, but you probably wouldn’t have thought much of it until you heard Mark yelp in surprise behind you. It sounded like your coworker was scared that his best friend showed up at his workplace, and you weren’t sure what to make of that.

“What are you doing here?” Mark squeaked out.

“Getting a drink?” Donghyuck scoffed, an incredulous edge to his tone. You understood Mark’s dismay when you watched his friend pull out his phone and take a picture of him. “Loosen up, Mark. I was gonna see you in the apron sooner or later. Real cute on you, by the way.”

You were all for friends catching up and poking fun at each other, but you had a line of customers who didn’t seem too happy about Donghyuck taking his sweet time. The last thirty minutes before closing were always the busiest with everyone rushing to get their orders in. On top of holding up the line, Mark’s friend started stealing glances at you (probably expecting you to ask what his order was, but he had that look), so you cleared your throat.

“Welcome to Starbucks,” you greeted cheerily. “Can I take your order?”

Donghyuck grinned brightly, and you could only think about how pretty he looked when he smiled. “Can you make it for me too?”

You glanced back at Mark, who was rolling his eyes and getting ready to take over the register after you were done. He set down the last drink he made on the counter and shot you a wary look.

“Sure,” you replied, a little unsure of Donghyuck’s intentions. You picked up a Sharpie and uncapped it, hand hovering over the cups. “So what would you like?”

“Your number.”

“I think we’re speaking different languages right now.” You grimaced as Donghyuck leaned both elbows onto the counter and propped his chin on his palm. “Your Starbucks order?”

“A venti”—you grabbed the largest cup and Donghyuck’s menacing grin got bigger—“matcha green tea frappuccino with a strawberry smoothie base, coconut milk, two pumps of caramel, one pump of white mocha, two pumps of toffee nut syrup, three espresso shots, topped with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle.” After noting the horrified look on your face, Donghyuck added, “Oh, and extra whip.”

“It’s five minutes to closing,” you replied, already tired of Star Boy.

You thought it was some sick joke, but the menace ended up paying for his drink down to the penny. (You wished you were joking, but he paid in cash and even pulled coins out from his pockets). Donghyuck’s cheery smile didn’t die down as Mark took over the register, and he moved to the waiting area as you stepped to the side. His eyes never left you as you tried to wrap your head around his bizarre order. Examining what you scrawled down, you decided to bite the bullet and get to work. Although you suspected that Donghyuck was messing around, he was a customer and it was your job to make his drink.

You had never been so hyper-focused on making a drink. Most of the time, you just let your body take over. This time, however, you were trying to figure out how a star ice hockey player’s diet could make room for so much sugar.

Surely there had to be a punchline.

You swallowed down the snarky remark thick on your tongue and slid the drink across the counter. “One venti green tea frappuccino for Donghyuck!”

Before your hand could let go of the drink, you felt Donghyuck’s fingers circle around yours. You were already turning to take more orders, but you froze in place and stared at his hand.

“Thanks for the drink, Y/N,” he said, the corner of his lip hitching up. “Let me walk you back after your shift.”

You balked. “I live in the apartments on the other side of campus.”

Donghyuck grinned, eyes twinkling under the dim light. “It’s a date then.”

That wasn’t the punchline you were expecting.

Before you could object, Donghyuck let go of your hand and gingerly took the drink from you. He sauntered over to the tables and slid into a chair. He occupied himself with his phone in the meantime, and when you heard Mark’s ringer go off, you were positive they were conspiring.

“Hey!” you whispered to Mark, dragging him to the side once he took his last order. “What’s up with your friend? Is he always this flirty?”

“Oh, well—”

You and Mark fell silent when his phone went off again. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out of his pocket to silence it. You glanced down at his phone and looked back at him, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Was that him?” you asked.

Cornering Mark Lee was easy. He had the backbone of a mollusk, so if you pressed him enough, he would cough up anything you wanted to know. Of course, you weren’t mean enough to use this to your advantage.

Most of the time.

“Maybe,” Mark mumbled. After you narrowed your eyes at him, Mark caved and turned his phone on. “He said he doesn’t need to get a ride back with me anymore.”

You were itching to press Mark for answers, but the both of you had to get back to work before the manager caught you slacking. All you had left was to clean up and get ready for closing. Normally, this was the most exciting part of your shift, but now you had butterflies pitted in your stomach and a clouded head.

It was one thing for someone to be attracted and slowly try to get closer, but Donghyuck was skipping all the steps and jumping straight to asking you out. You couldn’t say you didn’t admire his boldness, but this wasn’t how you expected your average night at your average job to go. Thinking back to your conversation with Mark earlier, you wondered if he was either warning you about Lee Donghyuck or preparing you. You didn’t bother trying to ask; the minds of men were not complex, but rather like a messy room you had to dig through to find what you needed.

And, to put it bluntly, things like this didn’t happen to people like you. You weren’t the type to get those main character moments. You liked to live life as a side character, away from all the action.

As you were undoing the strings of your apron, you heard Donghyuck’s hushed voice from behind you.

“Psst!”

You turned to look at him, half-shocked at his impatience and half-shocked that he was still waiting for you. “I’m coming,” you whispered back.

“That’s what she said.”

Ah, men.

Donghyuck continued, “Ready for our date?”

“This is not a date.”

You left it to Mark to close up shop and you headed out, saying quick goodbyes to your curious coworkers. You usually left alone or with Mark, but tonight you were heading out with Lee Donghyuck, the campus heartthrob. You didn’t peg him as the type to fall for someone easily, so you were trying to remember some possible drunken encounter, but nothing was coming to mind.

Maybe it’s love at first sight, your brain reasoned and shot down right away. No, that doesn’t even sound right.

Or maybe he just did this to a lot of girls. You weren’t sure if Donghyuck was the type to flirt with virtually anyone who looked like they’d fawn over him, but Mark and Jeno hadn’t mentioned anything like that, so you were hesitant to draw a conclusion right away. You were sure Mark would warn you if he had suspicious intentions. Well, unless Mark was blissfully oblivious as well.

“So,” you started, a touch awkward, “you come here often?”

It wasn’t even the most pressing question of the night, but your mouth was going dry. You only realized how stupid your question was when Donghyuck turned to you with a raised brow.

“Believe it or not, I actually go here,” he replied, making you feel stupid as a smirk tugged at his lips. He looked down at the sugar-overload of a drink he bought and smiled. “You probably think I’m rushing into things by asking you out on a date, don’t you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting at his comment. “Well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place,” you remarked and turned on him before he spoke, “and, for the second time, this is not a date.”

Donghyuck laughed, crisp and clear. The sound of his laughter was like birds singing in your ear; it was cute, infectious, and made you want to throw the damn frappuccino in his face before you wanted to make him laugh again.

“So you think I’m cute?”

Never have you understood the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, but after Donghyuck’s question, it was crystal clear to you. It was like the anxiousness of presenting a speech in front of a class mixed with the thrill of a drop during a roller coaster. You weren’t quite sure if you liked it or wanted to rip out your intestines.

“W-well, that’s a very good question,” you stuttered. “Maybe you should explain yourself first. I have no idea why you offered to walk me back and why you insist on this being a date.”

“You don’t remember me at all? That kind of hurts.” Donghyuck mocked a pout and held a hand to his chest as if he was wounded. “Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t hear it, but you were talking to Mark and Jeno after our game, and I accidentally said you were hot out loud.”

You paused. The words rang in your head and poured into the cracks of your memory. You were certain that he was talking about the other team’s coach back then, but hearing that it was actually about you was slightly terrifying. The butterflies flapped a little more vigorously in your stomach, and you had to take a few more seconds to process the new information.

“Oh my god,” you said, voice a little distant. The scene replayed in your head, and you saw it from a completely different perspective this time. “I thought you were talking about someone else.”

You were definitely not going to tell him that you thought he was a milf hunter.

“I didn’t even think you were real when I caught your gaze in the crowd,” Donghyuck continued, shaking his head in disbelief, “and then seeing you after the game—man, I was jealous.”

You were completely flustered. How could he say such things and not feel the slightest bit embarrassed? On the flip side, you wanted to laugh because he was apparently jealous of your co-worker and best friend.

“You were jealous of Mark?” you asked, amused. Before you could continue or address the creeping red up Donghyuck’s neck, you were already at your door. “Oh, we’re here. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Of course,” he replied, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jersey. “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything back at the shop?”

You beamed a little when you realized he wanted to walk for longer. You would be lying if you said otherwise, but a mischievous side of you was tempted to leave him wanting more.

You smiled and opened the door to your apartment, tilting your head as you turned to say goodbye. “Goodnight, Hyuck,” you sang.

He grinned. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You bit down your smile as you watched him leave with a little bounce in his step. This was bad; your heart was restless and your head was a mess.

On the bright side, Lee Donghyuck was cute.

It made absolutely no sense.

Donghyuck was vibrant, fun, and interesting. He was an architecture major who was able to maintain a social life and a star hockey player. He was the absolute package—the man people dreamt of dating.

You were none of the above.

Why Donghyuck seemed to be pining over you was over your head. You had a better shot at understanding multivariable calculus than the arcane mind of Lee Donghyuck.

A week had passed and you had only seen him a few times during rush hour and heard about him from Mark. While you definitely found Donghyuck attractive, you would rather take his baffling Starbucks orders for the rest of your life instead of being stuck in this perpetual cycle of being pined over.

Maybe you spoke too soon, though, because he had just sent in a mobile order for a nonfat venti caramel macchiato with skim milk and topped with a caramel drizzle and extra whipped cream. You narrowed your eyes at the “sugar-free” option and shook your head.

As for the icing on the cake, Donghyuck’s note read: make sure Y/N makes it for me.

Great.

On the bright side, you didn’t have to deal with counting his several dozen coins at the cash register this time. Although, your afternoon shift was about to end and you were not looking forward to the monster of a drink Donghyuck expected you to make. Did he even drink this stuff? You were certain this was not the best diet for someone on the ice hockey team.

(It was just as concerning when his teammate, Mark, cringed at the sight of his order last time.)

“Is it destiny that we ran into each other again?” Donghyuck asked, a dramatic flair to his tone as he strolled up to the counter.

“You asked Mark for my schedule, didn’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at the slippery bastard. “I saw the note on your mobile order. You’re not slick at all.”

“See, I wouldn’t have to ask Mark if you gave me your number.” Donghyuck shrugged. “What’s college if you don’t use your resources?”

Scoffing a little, you decided to add an extra treat to his order, using your Sharpie to jot down your number on the side of his cup. Donghyuck seemed to notice, his smile growing a little bigger.

You pressed your lips together as you slid Donghyuck’s drink across the counter. If you had to make one of these obscure orders again, you were sure you were going to blow your fuse. In fact, you were pretty much at your limit right now, and the only thing keeping you from blowing your top was the fact that your shift was nearly over, and you didn’t want to have to stay behind and get scolded.

Donghyuck’s fingertips brushed against your knuckles, and you tried not to jolt.

“If you want to ask me out on a date, just be direct instead of wasting your money on these terrible drinks,” you blurted out. “If you keep this up, you’re going to get health problems. This isn’t even a normal amount of sugar for one drink. I don’t want to be the girl who ruined a star athlete’s diet.”

“I thought I ordered sugar-free.”

“There’s no way to make something like that sugar-free!”

That was when you looked up at Donghyuck and noticed he was sporting a rather ugly bruise on his jaw. It was fresh—red and purple blooming across his tanned skin. Your fingertips itched to reach across the counter and brush against the tender skin, as if that would do any help other than boost his already-inflated confidence. Donghyuck seemed to notice your worried look, however, and the corner of his lip picked up in amusement.

“Can I take you on a date then?” Donghyuck asked. “Tonight?”

You froze completely, not because you were repulsed but because you were taken aback by his request. It was true that you told him to be direct, but you didn’t expect him to start right away. You either looked shocked or uncomfortable because Donghyuck stiffened up, his earlier bravado wavering. In return, you felt a pang of guilt for reacting the way you did, but Donghyuck spoke before you could correct yourself.

“Let me try again. Can I take you somewhere tonight?” he asked again, and when you raised a brow at him, he added, “On a not-date.”

“A not-date,” you echoed, seeing if the words sounded right on your tongue. They didn’t, but you agreed. “A not-date sounds great.”

“Perfect.” Donghyuck grinned, grabbing his drink from the counter and starting to back up. “I’ll meet you outside your place for our not-date then.”

“When?” you called after him.

“Seven!”

Donghyuck was gone, leaving you to wallow in your thoughts and wonder what the hell a not-date was.

It wasn’t that he had no personality or wasn’t your type. You were attracted to confidence, and Donghyuck emanated that. In fact, the boy was brimming with everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. You hadn’t known him for very long, but he was so expressive that you could get a clear sense of the person he was. There was so much transparency that you had no room to feel anxious or insecure. If you did date Lee Donghyuck, you were sure you would be a very happy girl.

Your issue, however, was very simple—an issue that many people often faced at the beginning of relationships: you knew absolutely nothing about Donghyuck.

If Mark heard you right now, he would probably argue that the point of dating was to get to know the person. You respected that take, but you preferred getting to know the person before you got attached and got closer to them. The thing about dating was that it was a long-term commitment, and you needed to be prepared before you took that step.

What could you possibly learn about a person over a walk home and a few bizarre coffee orders? Granted, Donghyuck was a bit much, so you felt naturally comfortable around him. All you knew, though, was that he was an outgoing, funny person who was very attracted to you for whatever reason.

Your train of thought derailed when Mark Lee grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/N, your shift is over,” he reminded you. “I’m taking over.”

“Mark,” you said, “if someone you hardly knew asked you out, what would you say?”

“Well, shit, if she was hot—”

“Okay, nevermind. Goodbye.”

Why were you overthinking this not-date?

It was a casual meet-up, just like friends hanging out. Except one of the friends was very attracted to the other friend, and the other friend was also infatuated but in a more subtle way.

You didn’t need to pay extra attention to your hair and outfit. You didn’t need to check if you applied the right amount of lipgloss. You didn’t need to spend ten minutes seeing which pair of boots looked the best on you.

You didn’t need to yelp when you heard a knock at your door.

“Coming!” you called.

You had approximately five seconds to decide on which boots to wear and which ones to abandon. That was, if you wanted to answer the door on time. You settled for the ones that, with each satisfying step, made your heels click against the linoleum flooring.

You opened the door to see Donghyuck right in front of you, one arm propped against the edge of the doorframe. He cleaned up rather well, even in the casual attire he was sporting. He wore a loose white shirt that set off his tan and dark jeans that hugged his thighs just the right amount. Before you were about to mention how good he looked, you noticed his eyes drop down and then come right back up. You pretended you didn’t pay attention to him checking you out, even though it was painfully obvious, but you indulged his attempt at being stealthy; men were not subtle creatures at all.

“You look good,” Donghyuck complimented and hastily added, “in a friendly, not-date sort of way.”

“Right, okay,” you breathed out. “You look good too… in a friendly, not-date way.”

Your eyes narrowed at the bruise on his jaw, though. The red from before had faded into purple and blue, creeping to the base of his ear like a vine. Donghyuck didn’t seem to answer about it earlier, so you were slightly worried that he had been getting into trouble. The tips of your fingers tingled, and you realized you were already reaching out to brush against the sore skin.

Donghyuck’s breath got caught in his throat. He froze for a few moments, and you could only think about how cute it was that he was reacting that way.

He regained his composure and explained, “It’s from hockey. Ten accidentally rammed into me.”

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

“Not anymore,” he replied with a grin.

Donghyuck led you out of your building, and when you thought he was going to turn into the parking lot, he directed you on the path to campus grounds. You weren’t going to oppose, but you were curious as to what he had up his sleeve. Although, part of you was fearful that he would propose to do something borderline illegal.

It was odd to hang out with Donghyuck like this knowing that he clearly wanted this to be a date. It was like the two of you were friends but not exactly. There was so much gray area that it was starting to bother you.

Luckily for you, your not-date could apparently read minds.

Before you could ask where he was taking you, he asked, “So, what’s the deal with you and dating?”

His tone sounded playful, but the question itself felt like a jab in your gut. Now, you were stuck between regretting and rejoicing over wearing the boots that clicked because it filled up the long seconds of silence that followed Donghyuck’s question. Thankfully, Star Boy was the kind of guy who made awkward situations more lighthearted without even raising a finger; he was naturally able to make people feel at ease around him.

“I just don’t know you that well,” you answered truthfully. “I mean, shouldn’t dating be something that happens after getting to know each other?”

Donghyuck shrugged. “I think you and I have very different definitions of what dating is.”

“Oh?”

“We go on dates to get to know each other,” Donghyuck explained, “and if it goes well, we can be in a relationship.”

His explanation sounded so simple, so easy, yet it felt like such a foreign concept to you. Maybe you were too traditional in your outlook about dating, but Donghyuck’s made sense. This was something casual to him, something he wanted to see if he could develop into something bigger.

“You’re so bold, Hyuck,” you said with a laugh. “Nothing could make me ask out someone on a whim.”

Donghyuck’s smile was faint, stuck between curious and amused. “Why not?”

You shrugged, voice trailing off into a mumble. “If they didn’t like me back, then I’d just be embarrassing myself.”

“I mean, what’s really gonna happen if you get rejected? You’re gonna get sad, feel awkward, but eventually forget about the whole thing later and laugh when you remember it,” he answered. “What I can’t live with, though, is the what if.”

You raised a brow. Star Boy had unexpected depth. Perhaps you underestimated him because you had been under the assumption that his brain was full of hockey pucks and Starbucks orders.

He continued, “What if I asked her out? What if I didn’t chicken out?” He broke into a shy grin. “I wouldn’t have scored a not-date with you if I didn’t shoot my shot.” You couldn’t hide the smile that crept to your lips, but thankfully, Donghyuck was distracted by the ice rink.

“Oh, that’s where you practice, right?” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” Donghyuck replied, slipping his hand into yours smoothly to drag you toward the door, “and where we’re gonna have our first not-date.”

Weird, you thought when your fingers were laced with his, because for the first time in a few years of living away from home, you felt unexpectedly safe with Lee Donghyuck.

You blinked. Processed his words again. Internalized them once more without thinking about how your hands were like mismatched puzzle pieces that happened to fit perfectly.

First not-date meant there were going to be more, right? You weren’t sure if you wanted them to still be called not-dates, though. You considered clarifying that you didn’t mind if he called this a real date, but then a pang of guilt twisted deep in your gut.

This was the borderline illegal thing Donghyuck was roping you into.

Your brain retracted any mentions of feeling safe with Lee Donghyuck.

“Hey!” you whispered harshly when he pulled out the keys. “Isn’t this against the rules? How do you even have the keys?”

Donghyuck turned to you with a sheepish grin on his face. “Relax. I snagged them by saying I’d close up after practice.” After a pause, he added, “I also said I’d put away equipment for the next two weeks, but I’ll just make Mark do it.”

“How does that make this any better? We’re still breaking the rules by going inside!”

“Okay, technically, I never told them when I was closing up,” Donghyuck defended, jiggling the keys momentarily until the door unlocked. He held it open and flamboyantly gestured for you to enter. “After you, my lady.”

“This is insane,” you told him, jabbing a finger at his chest. “We’re gonna get caught.”

Despite your words, you walked inside, an edge of hesitance to your pace. Donghyuck, on the other hand, treated the break-in like he was going inside for a regular day of practice. He grabbed your hand again and took you to the skate rack that was next to the rink.

“W-we’re skating?” you spluttered out.

Code red. The last time you skated, you vaguely remembered your skull hitting the cold ice and then seeing stars. You also had an irrational fear of the blades slicing your flesh. While you were pretty sure that was rare and only happened to people who were really, really bad, you had a streak of terrible luck.

Fear sunk deeper in your stomach when Donghyuck turned the lights on. Now you could see the whole rink lit up, and the anticipation of having to skate felt more real. You didn’t want Donghyuck to see you looking so pathetic on your first not-date.

“No, Y/N, I’m making you clean the skates with me,” he retorted back, and even though you detected the clear sarcasm, you were almost relieved at the thought of not having to skate. But no, men always disappointed you, and Donghyuck only proved that with his growing smirk. “You look terrified. Never tried ice skating before?”

“Tried,” you confirmed. “Did not end up pretty.”

Donghyuck put down one of the ice skates he was looking at and leaned against the counter, turning his full attention to you. His smirk morphed into a smile, turning with his head as he studied you. “You’re still pretty, though.”

Your cheeks turned hot in seconds, and to distract him from your shocked expression, you pushed at his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that!” you exclaimed, trying to laugh the comment off, but it just made you more flustered.

Donghyuck’s smile only grew more endearing. No, he was endeared, and by you of all people. Suddenly, the thought of being caught breaking into the rink sounded less nerve-wracking than Lee Donghyuck flirting with you.

“Here,” he said instead, breaking the silence by handing you a pair of ice skates. “Renjun told me you guys wear the same size.”

“Renjun skates here?” you asked, gingerly taking the pair from him.

“For fun,” Donghyuck replied. “I told him he had baby feet and he tried to throw the skate at me. Jeno had to hold him back before it got ugly.”

You grimaced at the unnecessary story, but oddly enough, you liked hearing about Donghyuck's dynamic with his friends—or, your mutual friends. In retrospect, you could probably listen to Donghyuck go on about his adventures for hours, for the sake of hearing Mark’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck from the man himself.

After all, men liked talking about themselves, right? You would be giving Donghyuck what he wanted while getting yourself out of being strapped into those deathtraps on ice. Before you could suggest the idea, though, he was already dragging you to the entrance of the rink.

“Hyuck, I’m serious,” you spoke up, your voice already getting faint. “I can’t skate to save my life. In fact, put me in those things and I’ll be ending my life.”

“That’s why I’m gonna teach you,” he said confidently, sitting down to lace up his skates. “It’ll be fun!”

Right. Fun.

After a few moments of pondering, you gave into Donghyuck’s request and sat down to lace up your skates. You didn’t actually expect the skates Renjun wore to fit you perfectly, but to your surprise, they were snug around your ankles. Unfortunately, you could no longer use the boot size as an excuse to get out of this.

“Take my hand,” Donghyuck instructed, reaching out his hand to you once you were prepared to get on the ice. “Easy.”

You took his hand after a moment of hesitation and let him drag you to your feet. It was child’s play on the carpeted floor. Although not very elegant, you could just stomp on the ground to get around. Plus, with Donghyuck holding your hand, you felt more confident about keeping your leverage.

Then, you were face to face with the rink.

Children could do this, you realized. Children could skate on this with their tiny, weak bodies while keeping their balance. Children skated around and fell, but they didn’t cut themselves with the blades, nor did they hit the ground so hard that they saw stars.

No stars, you warned yourself, because the only sparks you wanted to see were between you and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck stepped onto the ice and swiveled around so he was backward, holding his hands out to you. He saw the flash of panic in your eyes and moved closer so that you could reach him easier.

“Come here,” he said. “I’ll hold you up.”

You took one step onto the ice. It was slippery, but you could stay upright well enough. You managed to get both skates on the slick surface and latch onto Donghyuck’s arms, feeling much more comfortable with the security of his hold on you.

“Marching steps, okay? And then you can start gliding,” Donghyuck instructed, grinning at your attempts at marching that looked more like waddling. “See? You’re doing great.”

You, pathetically, have never felt this alive.

With an enchanting grin on his face, Donghyuck guided you around the rink. A comfortable silence settled around you two for a while, and you eased into looking up at him instead of fixing your gaze on your skates (mostly because Donghyuck told you that you were more likely to fall if you did that).

You realized a few things: one being that Donghyuck’s smile was like pure, undulated sunlight, and the second being that you were getting far too carried away.

Donghyuck was holding back, but you were skating faster than you had ever skated before. Rather than fear, though, you felt exhilaration swell up in your chest. His encouragement was dangerous for you because you wanted to let go of his hands and skate across the stretch of the rink right now.

A bubble of a laugh rose in your throat when your marches started to turn into smooth glides. “I’m doing it!” you exclaimed.

“You’re doing amazing!” he praised with a laugh, grinning brightly at how excited you got. “You’re like, uh… Yuna Kim!”

And, because god forbid you spend time with a man without embarrassing yourself, the blades of your skates knocked into each other and you fell forward.

Donghyuck, being ever the gentleman, let go and watched you fall.

This was not very Yuna Kim of you.

“Graceful,” he remarked. “Need a hand?”

You winced in pain, but you were grateful that it didn’t go as bad as you had expected. All your limbs were intact (other than the dull ache in your knees), and you weren’t seeing double of everything.

“Yes, please,” you croaked, taking Donghyuck’s hand and gripping it tightly.

Perhaps someone should have taught you how to get back up in skates, though, because the moment you tried, your knees buckled under you and you fell down again. That familiar feeling of the back of your head hitting the ice came again, and this time, you brought Donghyuck down with you.

Donghyuck groaned, trying to keep his body weight off of you by propping himself up with his arms. “Not so graceful,” he choked out.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized profusely, trying to blink the white flashes behind your eyelids away. “I told you I’m a hazard on skates.”

You were suddenly hyper-aware of the situation you were in; being on the ground with Donghyuck on top of you, your hands on his chest, was too much for your heart. It seemed to sink in for him too because a faint flush of pink started to creep up his neck.

He rolled off of you and mumbled, “Sorry.”

Donghyuck sat facing you, watching you hoist yourself up from the ice. It was cool against your body but you felt so warm, and his gaze was only making you feel hotter. It was the way he looked at you, committing every detail to memory, that made you feel like you were on fire. Once you gathered your bearings, you mustered up the courage to look into his eyes, sitting directly across from him.

“I have to hand it to you, though,” you started, “this was a fun first date.”

Donghyuck laughed before your words sank in. Star Boy’s face brightened and his lips parted in surprise. You giggled at how thrilled he looked over your words. And, you realize, this was the kind of way you wanted to fall for someone. It was the gaze-holding, the butterflies in your stomach, the gentle touches that made you want to jump in blind.

For the first time, you realized how enticing and beautiful it was to go in unprepared. This was the rush. This was the thing about dating that was unparalleled.

“Not-date?” Donghyuck clarified.

“Date,” you corrected firmly.

“Really?” he asked, and his eyes did that thing where they crinkled at the edges because he was so happy, so infatuated. He had that dumb, dazzling smile on his face—that smile that made you feel so royally screwed because he looked so pretty, and you were pretty sure his radiance rivaled the Sun itself.

Oh, you thought, and realized this was that feeling people got when they really, really wanted to kiss someone.

So you did.

Donghyuck was surprised when your hand cupped his cheek, but even more so when your lips pressed against his. He didn’t know how to react at first, eyes fluttering shut and hands barely brushing against your knee. It took him a few seconds to register that yes, you were kissing him out of your own free will. Soon, he leaned into it, lips warm against yours.

You pulled back for air with Donghyuck’s lips chasing yours before he leaned back. Your brain turned to mush and heat rose to your cheeks when you realized what you had just done. There was absolutely no way you could go back from this. You were now probably the new chapter in Mark Lee’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck, and you didn’t trust your coworker to give your story justice.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Wanted to do that for so long,” Donghyuck mumbled, gaze dropping to your lips before he leaned in and kissed you again.

This time, Donghyuck held your cheeks tenderly, cradling your face as he kissed you deeply. One of his hands moved to hold the back of your neck, and you were grateful that he was helping guide your movements. You returned the gesture by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him unbearably close until you no longer felt cold on the ice.

That was it. The butterflies were long gone. They left bombs in their wake and you were imploding in Star Boy’s hold. You were seeing stars once more, but these were different. These felt right.

Moreover, it was funny how you felt so safe and warm in the one place on campus that scared you the most.

Donghyuck took it slow, his lips brushing against yours with utmost sincerity as the both of you got a feel for each other. Once your movements felt more sure, Donghyuck sighed against your lips and you parted your lips to let him in. He was careful, sliding his tongue over yours with trepidation to see if you were okay with it.

Once he was sure you were on board, though, Donghyuck deepened the kiss. Hand dropping to grip your waist. Tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You were dizzied by the taste of him and how much passion he was showing you.

When you both pulled away for air, shy smiles tugged at your lips. Donghyuck reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, but before he could, the security alarm went off in the building.

The sound made you instinctively cover your ears. You couldn’t say you were surprised, but you shot a glare in the boy’s direction for screwing up. This was probably the worst-case scenario you could’ve imagined, and it was unfolding before your eyes.

This was it. This was your ticket to jail. You were never going to get your degree.

Donghyuck, however, was calmer than any sane person would be. You were the type to buckle under pressure, but he came to life during stressful situations.

“Y/N, we’re going to run,” he said, and something about his indifferent nature told you that he wasn’t a stranger to breaking in and getting caught. “I’m gonna carry you.”

“Carry me? On skates?” you asked, raising a brow at the proposal.

“Out of the rink,” he said, “and then we’re bolting the hell out of here.”

“I told you we were gonna get caught,” you whined, shifting as Donghyuck moved to lift you up in a princess carry.

A grin spread across his face when you were in his arms. “If we don’t get caught, will you let me take you out again?”

You snickered, and the blaring from the siren seemed to drown out for a moment. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, wrapping your arms around Donghyuck’s neck.

“Definitely,” you agreed. “Just no more of those Starbucks orders.”

“No promises there.”

“Hyuck!”

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voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt.

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear.

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it.

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen.

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing.

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

#i have never played a game of valorant in my life #for someone thats only watched their friends play i think this is pretty decent #like wtf is ascent idfk #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #tw.dubcon #kenma

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