#and pretty mean too if I’m bein honest

[landrywrites]

ethan landry — touchy

warnings: smut. porn what plot, ( kindve pleasure / service ) dom ethan, but he’s a little mean. thigh riding, petnames, praise, teasing, degradation if you squint. a nice healthy sprinkle of dumbifictation, use of ‘sir’ like once. edging ( ? ), small bit of aftercare.

let me know if i missed anything, it’s a little short if i’m bein honest T_T

extra: no ghostface, a little bit inspired by a tiktok i found. ( @suomae, just my own twist. )

uh reader doesn’t really speak, too dumbed out

summary: 🤭🤭

ethan landry, seemingly an angel, a dork of some sort but behind closed doors.. man was he much different than the nerd boy facade he puts out. he was a hungry man and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

you were sitting on ethan’s lap, facing away from him as he did some work on the computer, you were busying yourself on your phone, playing minecraft, you were decorating yours and ethan’s house right now, tongue stuck out in concentration which he found adorable. his head was laying on your shoulder, occasionally kissing the exposed skin.

he was wearing light grey sweats and a black wife beater pleaser and you were wearing a spaghetti strap, and some cotton panties, chad was out on a trip with tara so there was no need to cover up. his hands found purchase on your lower stomach as he watched a video, a video explaining who knows what. your breath hitches and he notices, keeping his warm hands on your stomach, rubbing up and down a bit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan. he smirks at that.

“jesus baby, it’s practically dripping in my lap now.” he noticed the way you bit your lip and the video was long forgotten. you let out a whimper and his hand travels lower, yet not exactly where you need him. “keep making those sounds, pretty girl. love it when you whine f’me.” he gently grabs the phone from you and saves the world, putting it on the table and closing his computer.

he decided physics could wait. his girl was all sensitive and needy, how could he resist such a beautiful girl like you. all he could hear was your whimpers and he loves every second of it. he orders you to stand up and you do, he slowly takes off your utterly soaked panties, shoving them in your mouth to use as a makeshift gag. the action surprises you but you say nothing, not that you could anyways. tasting yourself was always weird but not unwelcomed.

he settles you on his right thigh. “y’know what to do, start movin’. this is the only way you’re getting off tonight. punishment for distracting me from my work.” well, you take what you can get so you don’t complain. you start to move your hips and his hands settle on them, helping you move back and forth. “atta girl, just like that. get off on my thigh.” you whimper and he his hands start moving up, removing your tank top, he grabs your boobs. he kneads them and it only makes you wetter. if that was even possible.

you’ve been at this for who knows how long, because as soon as you start feeling that high his hands stop you from moving but you’re too dumbed out to even speak, only moans and whines left your lips and it was pure heaven for ethan, but quite literal hell to you. he’s raking it all in, eyes not leaving you even once. finally letting you move your hips again. he almost forgets to stop you because you looked so pretty like that, he loves it when you cry and beg.

“please, need you s’bad.” you cry out, well as best as you could with your own panties in your mouth. “what was that baby? ya say something?” all he did was laugh at you, at how absolutely pathetic you looked right now, all fucked out. “barely even touched you, and you’re already begging for more.” he pinches your nipples and you swear you saw god.

he takes the panties out of your mouth, the taste of cotton still on your tongue as a reminder. he puts them in his pocket opposite of the leg you’re fucking yourself on currently. “i- i said please. i need you so bad.” he meanly replies. “i don’t think so baby, i think you can get off like this. can’t you? slut.” his words were absolutely filthy and it only made you move your hips faster. “that’s a good girl. fuck, you look so good like this.” the way his voice was practically vibrating in your ear, the way his hands didn’t stop touching you, his kisses on your shoulders and the way he practically is moving you himself. it was all too much.

“please i wanna cum oh sir please let me cum.” you begged and begged. he groans and he feels his cock strain against his boxers, dick twitching as soon as you called him sir, making him weak. besides who was he to deny you when you were oh so pretty when you begged. “awh look at you asking so nicely, well since you’ve been such a good girl for me, yes you can cum.” so many “thank you’s” fell from your lips it was all becoming blurry, barely even hearing him say yes, chasing your own orgasm. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you practically yell that out.

“go ahead and cum, pretty girl. make a mess on my thigh.” and you did, and it hit you like a truck. so hard that your vision turns white for a few seconds. you almost fell forward if it weren’t for the hands holding you up, you feel them cup your face but you feel faint, almost like falling asleep. you close your eyes to rest them for a bit.

“baby? come back to me. it’s okay, you’re okay.” he realizes you’re still in the headspace and he picks you up bridal style. he ran a bath, gently placing you in the tub. he doesn’t wash your hair since you’re in and out of consciousness and washing the hair of someone who’s head keeps falling forward isn’t very fun. he smiles to himself, loving the vibe he’s created. he tells you how good you were and all you could do was nod and smile at his words.

after he’s done he picks you up and dries you, carrying you to the bed before placing you down, he puts you in one of his shirts and his boxers since he didn’t want too much pressure on where you’re sensitive ( don’t worry these are new. ) he takes his own shower and dressed himself in new sweats and no shirt, throwing the dirty clothes in the hamper. he took care of himself in the shower. you start to come to as he settles in after turning off the lights. groggily you sit up and rub your eyes which he finds so so cute.

“hey baby, you doin alright?” you nod. “words, pretty girl.” he says. “yeah i’m fine, e. you doin okay?” you suddenly ask, cuddling up to him. “oh my oh so sweet and considerate girl, i am doing fantastic.” he smiles at you, holding you close. you cuddled into him before speaking.

“you need aftercare just as much as i do, e. let me hold you. you’ve done enough for me.” his heart softens at that, you truly did care about him. “fine i’ll listen, i love being babied.” you smile at that before changing positions, his head on your chest as you play with his hair while giving him forehead kisses. with a sigh of content you both drift to sleep.

© landrywrites 2023

, posersays : tehee :3 hope u like . uhm third fic and it’s almost pure filth.. i don’t know if i like this one or not tbh..

#landrywrites #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan kirsch #ethan landry scream #scream #scream vi #scream 6 #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x fem reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #scream smut #jack champion x female reader #jack champion imagine

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Ran Valentine’s Day 4* Card Story

chapter 1 -street, night-

saki: Thank you for walking me home.

ran: Not making a lady walk home alone at night is like rule number one of bein’ a gentleman. Ran-chan here will beat up any evil doers that appear! Plus walkin’ ya home means I get to talk with ya more, it’s nothin’ but wins.

saki: Fufu, I’m happy to talk with you too.

ran: Thanks for hangin’ out with me today, the cupcake taste test was fun!

saki: Yes, it really was.

ran: I’m glad I could trade cupcakes with ya too, the cupcake I decorated was cute wasn’t it?

saki: Yes, I almost felt bad for having to eat it.

ran: The one ya decorated was super pretty too! The flavours of the toppings went well with the cupcake, it was delicious~ I wouldn’t expect anythin’ less from ya!

saki: You’ll make me blush, thank you.

ran: I’m lookin’ forward to the actual event too. There’s so many different toppin’ combos ya can try, so next time ya can make somethin’ different.

saki: Now I’m wondering which toppings I should choose next time.

ran: Nice! Let’s trade cupcakes again next time too!

saki: Yes, of course.

ran: …Receivin’ hand made things really is special ain’t it?

saki: True. I could tell what feeling you wanted to convey with that cupcake.

ran: For real? It was packed full of Ran-chan’s heart y’know. So next time imma make an even greater work of art! Oh but, what’s most important is my performance on the stage.

saki: I’m definitely looking forward to the show as well.

ran: If ya come and watch me I’m sure I’ll be even more pumped up. We’ll be puttin’ on yet another amazin’ show that only B could achieve!

-

chapter 2 -starless lobby-

saki: Good evening, Ran-san. It’s finally opening night of your show hm?

-ran looks surprised and starts fidgeting-

saki: Ran-san…? You keep glancing around, is something the matter?

ran (whispering): Shh. Follow me, Nee-chan.

saki: …..?

-they move to the side-

-cg

ran: Tadaa! This is a present just for you! It’s Ran-chan’s homemade cookie.

saki: Woah, you made this yourself? You’re very skilled, it looks professional.

ran: I made it to give to ya, Nee-chan. I put my heart that’s burnin’ with passion into it! 

-cg gone

ran: At the cupcake taste test, tradin’ with me made ya super happy remember? So it made me want to see that smile of yours again.

saki: I love it, thank you.

ran: Well, when I said it was homemade, I left out the fact I had other people help me out. I bought the base cookie at a store n’ they did the decorations too whilst referencin’ an example I found. As for the letterin’, I had Kongou teach me how to do it with icing. But! It’s still packed full of my honest feelings!

saki: Yes, I can tell.

ran: Heheh, I’m glad ya like it. I wanted to see ya face light up like this, so I had to outsmart the others.

saki: Huh? What do you mean by outsmart…?

ran: Cause y’know, everyone’s gonna be decoratin’ and exchangin’ the chocolate cupcakes together. It’s not somethin’ special. That’s why I made that cookie in secret. This puts me one step ahead of the competition, doesn’t it? If ya catch my drift?

saki: R-ran-san…!?

ran: This will be our own little secret, ok? I promise!

—end

*Nee-chan - ran’s nickname for saki meaning big sister, it can also be used to refer to young women 

#bsts ran #bsts translation

[verdantcrimson]

Preparations for the Future - 1

Writer: Suika

Season: Autumn

TL: verdantcrimson

Proofread: Saki

1 | 2

Kuro: Isara, Ritsu. Sorry to trouble you guys.

Mao: It’s cool. I had a day off today anyways.

Mao: Besides, It’s not everyday I get to eat Kiryu-senpai’s cooking, so it feels like I’m getting something out of this too ♪

Kuro: Haha, that sure is nice of ya to say.

Kuro: I’ve been studyin’ a couple of recipe books, but some of these dishes are my first attempts at makin’ em.

Kuro: They might not look all that pretty but… I’m gonna be cookin’ a whole bunch of dishes, so eat as much as ya can.

Ritsu: Appearances might be important, but what really matters is if it actually tastes good.

Ritsu: Don’t worry. I’ll sample them and give you my opinion.

Kuro: Sure. I’ll be countin’ on ya.

Kuro: … Then, let’s start off with the first dish. I don’t need any compliments, just your honest opinion.

Ritsu: Fufu. Then I’ll make sure not to hold back. Thank you for the meal. ♪

Mao: It looks like a suuuper tasty dish! That’s just what I’d expect from someone studying cooking ~ !

Kuro: All I did was follow the recipe, it ain’t anythin’ special.

Ritsu: ... Mhm, you’ve always been someone who cooks after all. It really is delicious. I give you my compliments. ♪

Mao: It’s so good! See, the meat just melts in your mouth doesn’t it? It doesn’t have an overpowering taste, so you can eat as much as you want ♪

Mao: If you can cook this well already, I don’t think you have to worry about appearing on a cooking show, right?

Kuro: Thanks. That’s a relief to hear.

Ritsu: Hmm~. But you know, it’s odd to see Kurocchi on a cooking show.

Mao: Ah, I thought so too.

Mao: Kiryu-senpai… Could it just be because AKATSUKI is a serious unit that values more traditional performance arts?

Mao: I can’t really imagine them being on a regular cooking show…

Mao: I don’t mean any offense, but I thought Kiryu-senpai was trying something new to challenge himself.

Kuro: I get what you’re tryin’ to say, about a change in attitude and all.

Kuro: Actually, I was thinkin’ the same thing. If you had asked me a while before, I woulda said no.

Mao: If that’s the case, then why exactly did you accept this job?

Kuro: It was a coincidence. … Originally, there was supposed to be a completely different idol on this cookin’ show.

Kuro: Seems like there was a sudden change in that idol’s schedule, so they couldn’t make it.

Kuro: There was a vacancy, so I offered to lend a hand ‘cause they needed someone.

Ritsu: So that’s why you got the job. Could it be that you’ve actually wanted to appear on a cooking show for some time now?

Kuro: It’s not like I didn’t have any interest. More like I didn’t have any strong feelings about bein’ on one. 

Ritsu: I see~. Could it be that you wanted to gain favor with your superiors then? Anija was doing that too.

Ritsu: That’s how it is in Kurocchi’s agency, right?

Kuro: That ain’t why I took on this job though… It was for a much nicer reason.

Kuro: That’s why I asked the little miss for a bit of a push.

Kuro: And conveniently, I happened to be discussin’ the Feature Live with her.

Mao: Now that you mention it, Kanzaki was talking about how Kiryu-senpai had been asked to perform in a Feature Live pretty happily the other day.

Kuro: Haha, I can’t let that guy down, so I guess I gotta put on a good show. ♪ 

Kuro: Whoops, got off topic there. In any case, I’m doin’ this job of my own volition.

Kuro: That’s why I’d like to do it properly…  Anyways, I’ve got another dish for you to try out.

Mao: That’s fast!? It looks fancy too……

Mao: If it means getting to eat food this good, I’ll gladly help out. ♪

Mao: If you want, I could call someone else to do a taste test too. I’m sure that Subaru guy would be thrilled to help.

Kuro: That’d be nice. I’d like to get as many opinions as possible. Ask him to come if he can make it.

Kuro: Actually, I’ve called in someone knowledgeable to help out too. You know what they say, about how you gotta leave it to the experts. ♪

Ritsu: In the case of food, the ‘expert’ in question would be…

Niki: Sorry for being late, Kiryu-kun.

Kuro: Haven’t been waitin’ long at all. We’re still on the appetizers.

Kuro: I ought to be thankin’ ya, sorry for callin’ you over.

Niki: No sweat! You can always count on me to taste test food ♪

Kuro: Nah, I didn’t just call you to taste the food. Shiina was gonna teach me how to cook, right?

Niki: Nahah! I knew that already!

Ritsu: So you were talking about Nikipyon after all~. There’s nobody better.

Niki: That makes me happy to hear, Ritsu-kun. Since I’ve been specially called, I’ll do my best!

Mitsuru: Kiryuuu-senpai! Are you gonna feed us yummy food!?

Sora: HaHa~! Sora is also here to eat Red onii-san’s cooking!

Niki: Oh, that’s right! I ran into Tenma-kun and Harukawa-kun on the way here, so I asked them to be taste testers!

Kuro: Ah, welcome. I just finished cookin’ a dish, so you can go ahead and dig in.

Ritsu: It suddenly got crowded~

Mao: I mean, this is a four-person room, but it is pretty cramped right now, isn’t it?

Kuro: Right. I was plannin’ on moving to the kitchen to cook when Shiina arrived, so let’s move there.

Niki: Alrighty, let’s all work together and bring the food over there~

Mitsuru: Then I’ll take this plate~!

Sora: Hihi~. Sora is looking forward to eating with everyone~♪

Kuro: Hm? ……Sorry, that’d be my phone. Could you guys go ahead to the kitchen without me?

Mao: Gotcha. Then, we’ll just eat while we wait for you.

Kuro: …… Yo, little miss. Are you doin’ alright? It’s not a problem.

Kuro: So you’re contactin’ me to discuss the Feature Live?

Kuro: Sounds like that’d be a hit. ♪

Kuro: So you’ve got some details about the contents of the live show and wanted to share materials with me?

Kuro: Gotcha, that day oughta be free accordin’ to my schedule. I’ll meet ya at the office then.

Kuro: Oh also, about that cookin’ show, thanks for givin’ me the opportunity for that job.

Kuro: You’re sayin’ that you’re the one that asked for my help and that you’re glad I volunteered to take the other idol’s place?

Kuro: I’m glad I could help ya out, little miss.

Kuro: Studyin’ how to cook? So the little miss heard. Actually just a few minutes ago I was havin’ people taste test the food I made.

Kuro: You also heard that I was practicin’ for the show passionately…?

Kuro: Well, s’pose that might be true…… Could say I had a little change of heart.

Kuro: I’ll do my best so that you can say that you’re glad you left this job up to me, little miss. Just watch me. ♪

#preparations for the future #Kuro Kiryu #Mao Isara #Ritsu Sakuma #Niki Shiina #Sora Harukawa #Mitsuru Tenma

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Dark [04]

ー The scene starts in the flower field at Eden

Yui: Yuma-kun, what are you doing over here?

Yuma: ...I was just thinkin’ how all these pretty flowers have gone to waste. 

I still can’t believe it, even though I’ve seen it plenty of times by now. 

To think that these flowers which were said to never wither have become like this...

Yui: Yuma-kun...

Yuma: Damnit...

*Thud* 

Yui: ( This is the place Karlheinz-san left behind for them... )

( It’s truly a very important place to them...including Yuma-kun as well... )

( And said place has fallen into ruin. Of course that’s going to hurt. )

( If only there was something I could for himーー )

Selection

→ Say that you want him to confide into you more (S)

Yui: Hey, Yuma-kun. I’d appreciate it if you would rely on me more. 

Yuma: ...Haah?

Yui: I’m sure there’s few things I can do but...I want to be there for you...

Yuma: Hold up. The fuck are ya talkin’ ‘bout? 

Yui: Eh...? You seemed down, so I was hoping to cheer you up a little...

Yuma: I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here? I’m not feelin’ down or anythin’!

→ Quietly embrace him (M)

Yui: ( In these kind of situations, actions speak louder than a thousand words...! )

...Ey!

ー Yui embraces him

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Wha...!?

The fuck ya doin’ all of a sudden!? Step back!!

Yui: Eh? ...B-But...

Yuma: Why did ya cling onto me out of nowhere? Are ya feelin’ sick or somethin’? 

Yui: I-I’m not...!

Yuma: Hm...Okay then. Don’t push yerself too much, ‘kay?

Yui: ( I was hoping to lift his spirts, but instead he’s the one who cheered me up... )

ー She steps back

Yui: Hey, Yuma-kun. Are you sure...You’re alright?

Yuma: Ahー? How so?

Yui: I’m afraid you might be pushing yourself...

Yuma: I’m not, really.

Yui: ...

Yuma: What’s with that look? I’m gonna get mad if ya keep bein’ so damn persistent. 

Yui: It’s your fault for not being honest with yourself...!

Yuma: Shut up!! Not another word!

ー He headbutts her

Yui: Ow...! Don’t butt your head into mine!

I’m worried about you, that’s all...!

Yuma: Then maybe ya should learn to mind yer own fuckin’ business! It’s a pain in the ass!

Yui: A pain in the assーー...!? 

ー Yui suddenly averts her gaze

Yuma: ...Whatcha lookin’ away for?

Yui: N-No reason...

Yuma: My ass. You’re blushing as weーー Wait, don’t tell me.

Haah...Do ya understand the kind of situation you’re in right now?

I’m seriously upset over here...

Don’t get all embarrassed just my face is right up in yers.

Yui: B-But...!

ー Yuma steps back

Yuma: Haah...I can’t even be bothered bein’ upset anymore.

...I guess I went a lil’ too far as well.

Yui: Yuma-kun...

Yuma: But there’s really nothin’ for ya to be worried ‘bout.

I mean, I won’t try and claim that seein’ Eden all fucked up like this leaves me completely cold. 

But I know that it’s too early to try and take matters into my own hands.

...It’s not like anythin’ can be done ‘bout it unless that guy gets his shit together.

Yui: Yuma-kun...

Yuma: I’m not exactly the thinkin’ type anyway...

But oh well, I appreciate the sentiment at least.

ー He embraces her

*Rustle* 

Yuma: ...Thanks.

Yui: Oh no, don’t mention it.

...Yuma-kun.

Yuma: Hm?

Yui: No matter what happens...I’ll stay with you, okay?

Yuma: ーー !

...Doofus.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yuma: As if I’d still let ya go at this point. ...

*Smooch*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leyumadark4

[the-horsemen-ride]

❤️ and 👁‍🗨 for the emoji ask! I was thinking War, but you can use any character you want.

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

War is alone and it is late. Last one working, or the only one not out busy… he takes a moment then begins.

War: I’d say I’m a pretty honest person. I don’t need to pretend to hate shit, I just do. But… while I’d appreciate if Death would get off my back and stop bein’ such a fuckin’ smartass… I appreciate the guy. He’s done a lot for me, for us. And he's actually smart enough to act the way he does, and he did it all without college or any shit like that, so…

I should probably be more grateful, I guess.

❤️ - a secret crush

War: … yeah no. I told you, I don’t have the time for that stuff. I’m busy enough without a partner.

And… Famine was right. No one’s gonna want to get with the Horseman of War… my whole thing is conflict and combat. I- well I’m just…

Too selfish? Callous? Irresponsible? Apathetic? Immature? Unable to connect with anyone besides your fellow riders?

War: … not really into it.

Aight. That’s technically not a lie. Just not the full story. It seems he doesn’t want to continue with this. He glances around, whether he’s looking for the right words to say or to see if one of the others is about to walk in is anyone’s guess.

War: But uh… I don’t really have a “crush”, none strong and sure enough to act on anyways. Everything is so complicated and I can’t be assed to try and bend for someone else. I’m me and I’m fine being alone. I mean, romantically. I do kinda miss it sometimes but hey, if it ain’t meant to be…

He shrugs and...just doesn't really go on. Looks away. Nothing more to say. Or maybe he's talked himself in to a corner.

But of course, we're using force. Into the corner you go.

War: I don't want to name names-

...

War: It wasn't long. Just a few years' worth of on and off... dating? Hangin' out and askin' "what are we" a lot. I mean, we did get pretty close and we still are, but... it just didn't work out. Not... compatible like that. And I wasn't very good to her either.

It was years ago, decades ago, what we have now is better. But sometimes I miss it. It felt good to know someone could care about me like that. Even if it's not my thing a lot of the time, just knowing it was even possible. Before I fucked it up. I guess.

...

War: Sometimes I wonder if she's just tolerating me now.

#asks #questions for war #the binding of isaac #tboi war #((worth noting: #((war is not a very romantic person but it also sucks to him that he doesn’t even have the chance )) #((like at least if people did like him more he’d feel like not being into other people is less of a cope)) #((if that makes sense. 1 thing to not want something another to be denied it entirely. )) #text response #secret asks #((And war knows 3/4 of it is its own fault. so knowing youve driven so many away...)) #((yeaaahhh not fun!!!!!!!)) #((AND JUST A REMINDER this blog doesnt follow the “all related” hc only famine and death r siblings. war and connie r the same person tho)) #((i think i've made it not too hard to see who he's talking abt))

[mvggedoff]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝟎𝟏 : 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

how are you feeling about entering the villa ?

❝ i mean, it’s a laugh, right ? a bunch of half naked babes stuck in a house together in spain — it’s something straight out of a wet dream. and the only reason i know it’s not one is cuz you can’t feel a wedgie in a dream. swear to god, the first edit i get is gonna be of me pickin’ my bottoms out of me bits every thirty seconds. embarrassin’, that. but ye take the good with the bad, and trust me, it’s a whole lotta good. ❞ she shoots the camera ( and the audience by extension ) a knowing look. ❝ a whoooole lot of it. ❞

is there anyone who you had your eye on already or has caught your eye off the bat that you’d be interested in going for ?

❝ it’s hard to say. i thought i’d come in here losin’ my mind over romi— and don’t get me wrong, i still might. but there’s only so much you can get over a tv screen. sometimes you need to be right there next to someone to feel if there’s an attraction. right now, everything’s real physical, and if someone’s got a pair of pretty eyes, i’m pretty much a goner. ❞ maybe she shouldn’t be letting millions of people in on how “easy” she is, but she doesn’t think about it. instead, she criss - crosses her legs up on the cushion and carries on. ❝ we’ll have to wait and see what happens, but right now i think callie’s just grand. wouldn’t mind bein’ a bodyboard for her sometime, if she’s lookin’. ❞

which couples seem the most solid to you ? least solid ?

❝ well from what i’m hearing, everything’s a bit topsy turvy right now, yeah ? ‘s all jumbled, except for romi and marcus i guess. ❞ there’s a hint of disappointment there, an eyeroll nearly audible in her words. ❝ frankly none of the couples seem solid to me, which is real good for the boys and i. makes it easier to just— ❞ her words trail off into a whistle, accompanying the motion of her arm as she pantomimes a bird swooping in on a mark and flying off with it.

what people do you see yourself getting along with ?

❝ the— ah— the shorter guy ? luke ? he’s fun. reminds me of one of my mates back home. and aren’t him and mimi just the cutest ? she’s someone i hope i end up getting on with. i just think the girl’s been through so much and deserves to have someone in her court, you know ? and hey, maybe she can teach me how to combat these bikini wedgies ; she seems a real pro. ❞ she leaves the question at that, though generally speaking, she doesn’t really have any worries about making friends in the villa.

what people do you see yourself not getting along with ?

❝ i got the feelin’ naomi doesn’t like me much, ❞ she says it with a shrug, largely unbothered. ❝ and i can’t imagine that’s gonna get much better when her fella keeps gawkin’ at me like the juiciest lookin’ lamb at the slaughter. ❞ sure, maybe she could afford to make it a bit more clear she has no interest in josh like that, but the man’s a riot in ways he doesn’t even mean to be—— some more wrong than right. if anything, kenny feels like she’s doing naomi a favor by exposing it. ❝ i’m not too pressed about it though. girl kinda rubs me wrong, if i’m bein’ honest. ❞ another lazy shrug. it is what it is.

#crackon:prompt #survived my inspection so take this to celebrate

[strawberry-barista]

⚅ — @the-grim-heaper​ asked: — ⚅ ⚅ — ❓ — ⚅

Questions for My Muse on Yours

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

⚀ Does my muse trust yours?   Hanekoma nodded his head slowly, “Yes. He still doesn’t exactly trust me, but I trust him. As aggressive as he tends to be, I think he just feels threatened by most people. I don’t think he’d go outta his way to hurt me. He’s not as bad as he makes himself out to be.”

⚁ Does my muse dislike yours? “Not at all,” he hummed. “I love the kid, though don’t tell him I said that. He doesn’t like that sorta thing too much, it seems. I really enjoy hangin’ out with ‘im, though. Wish I could see more of ‘im, to be honest. Maybe when he’s happy for once.”

⚂ Would my muse kill someone for yours? “I don’t think I’d have to. He’s pretty capable. I know he can take care’a himself. That bein’ said, though, I’d do my best to protect ‘im if I saw he was in a lotta trouble.”

⚃ Would my muse kill your muse?

Hanekoma furrowed his brow, “No... No, I wouldn’t. If someone tried to make me, I would use my position as an excuse. I don’t wanna hurt ‘im. I would never wanna do that. He’s still got good in ‘im, I know. I just need time to get ‘im on my side...”

⚄ Would my muse save yours? “Yep, absolutely,” he smiled softly. “I mentioned it before, that I’d protect him if he really needed it. I would save him if I had the power to. He doesn’t deserve to have to live in pain and fear like he is now. I’d wanna keep ‘im safe.”

⚅ Does my muse find your muse attractive?

Hanekoma shrugged, “Well, someone out there did base an otome boy after ‘im so... He’s gotta have it, right? I don’t really look at ‘im that way myself, though. He’s another one’a my kids, as far as I’m concerned.”

⚅⚀ Is my muse disgusted by yours? “Not at all. He’s never done anything for me to feel disgusted about.”

⚅⚁ would my muse go on a date with your muse?   “I would take ‘im out somewhere, just, ya know, in the same respect as any of my other kids. As a matter’a fact, I’ve done that before. He doesn’t mind as long as he’s gettin’ a free meal out of it, but I guess I ought not call ‘em dates, eh?”

⚅⚂ would my muse kiss yours?   “I would,” he purred. “I have. He fuckin’ hated it, but It was nice. I don’t know if I wanna torture ‘im like that all the time, but I wouldn’t mind givin’ him another.” ⚅⚃ would my muse betray yours?   “I think I’ve already done that,” Hanekoma muttered, expression falling. “I didn’t exactly mean to. I didn’t want things to work out like they did, but I feel like I really did betray ‘im. I wouldn’t want to, but... If things got bad enough... I might have to... I don’t wanna think about that.”

⚅⚄ my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____ “I like that he puts ‘is guard down around me sometimes,” He chirped. “Knowin’ that I can make ‘im feel safe is a damn good reward for workin’ so hard to be ‘is friend again. I love ‘im a lot, and it makes me feel so damn good every time he returns his trust to me.”

⚅⚅ the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____ “I don’t like how much he tries to push ‘imself. He’ll really hurt himself sometimes, if ya let ‘im. It really makes me worry. I know he’s tryin’a get stronger, but what if he doesn’t come back one day? I just need ‘im to take better care’a himself. Or at least come back to me when he’s in trouble.”

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #the-grim-heaper #you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄

[irohs-spilled-tea]

The holy trinity of sarcastic-as-fuck child prodigies

#and pretty mean too if I’m bein honest #at least when they want to be #they’ll make you cry #pidge holt #voltron #sk8 #miya chinen #miya sk8 #sk8 the infinity #vld #toph #toph beifong #avatar the last airbender #atla #and

[bbangsoonie]

goal: your heart

member: sunwoo genre: fluff word count: 5,423 synopsis: due to a budget cut, you have to follow the soccer team around for both the school newspaper and yearbook despite knowing nothing about sports. before you know it, you find yourself warming up to the team’s star player, who you swore was the most annoying and arrogant person ever.

a/n: this is a part of the star player collab with @atbzkingdom​ for sunwoo’s birthday! (also, this will be written with the american academic calander in mind)

You knew exactly what you were doing. You were the top student of both your class and school and the leader of many clubs. Your college application was full of achievements and your essay exquisitely written. The only problem? You had no idea what to do after graduation. You didn’t know where you wanted to go or what you wanted to study.

Growing up, everyone told you that you’d eventually find something you love. By senior year, you thought you would at least have an idea by now.

But nope, you were even more lost if anything. Dream job? That was just a capitalistic lie meant to make people happy to slave away for money.

Grumbling, you listened as your friends rambled on about the campuses they visited. It was only the first day back and everyone was already obsessing over one thing and one thing only.

“Y/n, you’re so lucky,” Juyeon pouted. “You don’t have to worry about getting into a university. Your stats are literally perfect.”

“I have other things to stress over,” you groaned. “At least you know what you wanna pursue.”

“Y/n has other things to worry about. She’s about to graduate without ever finding love,” Younghoon teased.

“It’s all our fault,” Jaehyun squinted as he pinched his nose bridge. “We raised her standards too high. I’m sorry, Y/n, that I can’t take responsibility.”

The notebook in your hand threatened to fly over to his seat. Luckily for him, he was saved by Juyeon’s very unnatural attempt at changing the subject. He inquired about the school newspaper that was barely spared in a major budget cut last year.

Thinking about it made you sigh. You had poured in so much effort over the years for the paper and it was almost taken from you. The school was cutting funds for a lot of clubs and diverting the money to the many sports teams that brought home trophies.

A part of the negotiations to save the newspaper club was to feature more sports events and student athletes in order to garner support for the teams. You weren’t pleased with the decision. Your plate was already full without trying to inflate the ego of players who had a god superiority complex. Jaehyun was a great example of the type of jock you didn’t want to raise on a high pedestal.

You had also promised Kevin, the president of the yearbook committee, to help out with photographing games since you had to attend them anyway. Despite the many tasks assigned to you, you were relieved that you could spend your last year continuing to write articles.

“Does that mean you’ll get to come to practice with us? The basketball team is always on my ass about introducing them to you. Now I can finally stop being pestered to be the middleman,” Jaehyun grinned.

“No shot,” Younghoon shook his head. “My swim team has already tried but Y/n puts up a cold front.”

“Hey, I’m a delicately guarded rose with sharp thorns,” you joked, making Jaehyun pretend to gag. This time, the notebook hit his arm.

“No one is good enough for our Y/n,” Juyeon defended. You turned around to coo at him and said something about him being the only nice one as Younghoon guffawed.

The first day of soccer practice meant you had to stay behind after dismissal to meet the team. The coach introduced you to the players and beamed when he got to the last one.

“This is our ace, Sunwoo. Although I’m sure you know that already,” he said proudly.

To be honest, you had no idea who he was. The school was too big to know everyone and you had absolutely no interest in sports. You rarely even went to Juyeon and Jaehyun’s basketball games and Younghoon’s swim meets.

Not wanting to offend anyone, you simply smiled. Sunwoo, catching your hesitance, raised a brow. However, he kept quiet until he approached you during one of his breaks.

“Do you really not know me?” he asked as he took a seat next to you on the bleachers.

Surprised by his sudden question, you blankly stared at the boy in front of you. Sweat was dripping from his hair but he paid it no attention as he chugged an entire water bottle.

“How cocky are you?” you scoffed.

“You really don’t know our soccer team’s star player, Kim Sunwoo?” he gaped.

“Sorry to disappoint but I really don’t care or know much about soccer. Or any other sports for that matter,” you shrugged.

“You’re going to write about the soccer team… when you don’t even know who we are or what we’re doing?” he asked incredulously.

“That’s why I’m here to observe,” you snapped back.

Finding you amusing, he finally wiped away his sweat as the coach blew his whistle to gather the players again.

Sunwoo always gave it his best but for some reason he found himself practicing extra hard that day. Knowing your eyes were on him motivated him to show off his skills by annoying his teammates and stealing the spotlight. After his third goal in a row, he looked at you to see your reaction but was baffled to see you busy writing something down.

Frustrated and peeved, he kicked at the grass with a huff.

When practice came to an end, he snuck up behind you to see what you were so intently focused on. Reading the notes on your notebook, he hummed.

“So that’s what you were doing instead of watching me,” he mused.

You were listing physical traits and personality attributes of each player. He scanned the paper for his name and frowned when he saw what you wrote about him.

“Arrogant and conceited? That’s all you have to say about me?” he whined.

“What? It’s true,” you deadpanned.

“Haknyeon gets “tall, bubbly, and extroverted” but I get “arrogant and conceited”? That’s not fair. This is biased journalism!” he exclaimed.

Realizing that practice was over, you gathered your belongings and stood up to leave. With his cheeks puffed, he watched as you left the field. You were unlike any person he had ever encountered.

“Sunwoo? Kim Sunwoo?” Younghoon repeated with his eyes wide. “The soccer caption Kim Sunwoo?”

Jaehyun and Juyeon’s chopsticks froze midair in shock. Finding their reactions odd, you nodded as you took another bite of your lunch.

“I can’t believe the lady killer got rejected by the man hater,” Jaehyun broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Now that’s a title I’d like to see on the school newspaper,” Younghoon snickered.

“Okay, first of all, I did not reject him because he did not come on to me,” you rolled your eyes. “Secondly, who the hell is he anyway? Why do you all know him?”

“He’s notorious for his fuckboy image. Although I think that’s an exaggerated reputation,” Juyeon said you picked out all the vegetables from your plate. He willingly moved them to his own and you smiled gratefully in response.

“So my first impression of him was correct,” you said.

“He’s not that bad. He’s actually pretty cool. Rumors don’t do the sweet guy justice,” Juyeon explained.

“Our lovely Juyeon sees the good in everyone,” Younghoon gushed as he pet his friend, earning him a smack on the back of his head.

“We were partners for a history project,” Juyeon clarified. “I got to know him a bit and he’s a good guy. Just enjoys attention a little too much. Like Jaehyun.”

Weirdly offended, Jaehyun scowled. You shrugged it off, returning your attention back to your food. You had no intentions of getting to know Sunwoo anyway. At least, that was the plan until he bombarded you in the hallway while you were walking to class.

He blocked your path with that irritating smirk on his face. Exasperated, you asked him what he wanted.

“So I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday,” he started.

“Oh, so you do think?”

“Hey!”

“Do you think you can move and get out of my way?”

“Anyway, as the president of the newspaper club who’s in charge of covering the soccer team, I think you lack way too much information about the sport. And our school’s players.”

“How do you know I’m the president?”

“I asked around.”

You look at his eyes, trying to peer through any ulterior motives. He was being suspiciously generous. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. Even you thought it was ridiculous that a person who didn’t know a thing about soccer had to write articles about it.

You were also aware that any interviews with the athletes would be surface level stuff that all the students probably already knew. You were the only one out of the loop.

You pursed your lips, annoyed that he was right. Realizing that you were in agreeance, Sunwoo grinned.

“I am offering you the very special privilege to follow me around and learn everything there is to know about the team. For the paper of course,” he quickly added the last part after seeing the look on your face. “I can teach you about both soccer and my teammates.”

After pondering his proposal, you finally nodded.

“Deal,” you eyed his happy expression. “What do you want in return?”

He was taken aback by your question. He hadn’t expected you to assume that he would demand compensation. Your presence and attention were what he was after in the first place. However, he couldn’t let the opportunity pass by.

“Bubble tea,” he declared after some thought. “You can treat me to bubble tea after practice and I can tutor you then.”

“Fine,” you sighed before pushing him aside to make it to class before the bell rang. He was left behind with a stupid smile on his face.

The first tutoring session was extremely awkward for you. You weren’t used to hanging out with guys other than Juyeon, Younghoon, and Jaehyun. They were the only members of the male species you didn’t despise. This riled up Sunwoo’s competitive side. He was determined to get close to you.

He couldn’t stand having someone not like him. He was used to being on friendly terms with everyone—including teachers and even wallflowers. He had a strong desire to receive acknowledgement from everyone.

Perhaps that was why so many girls fell for him.

Nevertheless, the wall around you remained thick and high. Just as he was well known for his playboy persona, you were infamous for never letting guys in. You cold heartedly turned down any and every guy who asked you out. And there had been a lot.

Sunwoo, on the other hand, was excited to spend time with you. Bubble tea was just an excuse to meet you outside of school grounds.

His phone dinged, notifying him of a text. Haknyeon had sent him a screenshot of a post made on the school’s gossip page and wrote “this you?”. He snorted at the content speculating his relationship status after supposedly receiving another confession and rolled his eyes. Curious, you asked him what he was looking at.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shook his head as he put the device away. “Just the stupid tea account.”

“Oh you mean that anonymously run social media page that popped up over summer break?” you frowned.

You hated everything about it. It spread rumors, without fact-checking, and started drama. It resulted in both a breakup and the end of a friendship in the span of two months. It was exactly what you and the school newspaper stood against.

Nothing could be done to stop the false information and invasion of privacy because it wasn’t officially affiliated with the school and the students continued to feed into it. People even sent in stories to be posted.

“So tell me what you do know about soccer,” he leaned in and propped his chin on the palms of his hands.

“I know the very basics from catching glimpses of the World Cup,” you leaned back on your chair, making him pout.

“Well, to be honest, explaining the rules is a lot easier to do when directly pointing things out during a game. There’s a match airing tonight. Do you want to come over and watch it with me?” he asked expectantly.

“We can watch the replay tomorrow during study hall,” you said.

“Then we can start by talking about me today,” he chirped. “My squad number is 19 because 9 is usually worn by centre forwards but I wanted to be special and added a 1 in front of it. I’m the centre forward, which is the main striker. That means playing offensive is my main objective. Which is why I’m the highest scorer on the team.”

You wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. It irked you how he so easily bragged about himself.

“I also really like movies and can play the guitar. A true all-rounder and romanticist,” he smiled.

He continued to reveal fun facts about himself for another half an hour. It was only at the end that you realized most of it was useless when writing for the paper. You groaned, realizing you had fallen for his trap.

Still, you learned some things about soccer and his position in the team. Following him to the cafe hadn’t been a complete waste of your time.

The next day, Sunwoo hunted you down to make sure you kept your promise about watching the game together. He dragged you to the computer room during study hall and pulled out the earbuds he prepared. He had purposely rummaged through his drawers the night before to the share wired ones with you.

You had to admit he was extremely helpful when explaining the rules and strategies of soccer. Despite being uncomfortable with the proximity of his body to yours, he was a great teacher. He made everything sound so simple. After you began to understand the game, you even found yourself enjoying the match.

After spending a week with him, you hated that you couldn’t say you still disliked him. After all, you two met almost every day for hours.

You had a gut feeling that you would come to regret it and were proven right. You had a bad feeling the moment you saw Jaehyun run up to you as if his life depended on it. Panting, he barely pulled himself together to show you the post that made him immediately report to you.

“KSW and Y/INITIALS seen cozily spending time together. Will he be the one to finally break through her?” you read aloud.

A photo of your backs from the computer room and a mosaicked side shot of you two at the cafe were attached to the title. The comments under the post were even more ridiculous.

“A challenge to be anticipated.”

“Poor girl will only end up as one of his many heartbroken playthings.”

“I know who KSW is. Who’s Y/INITIALS??”

“The legendary man hater? With a guy?? Wow how good must he be 👀”

“Damn so she rejected me for him?”

Your blood boiled and you shoved the phone away. Trying to calm yourself down, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. And failed.

“What is this, fucking Dispatch?” you exploded. A few students passing by stared at your outburst and widened their eyes when they saw that it was you. You sighed, knowing that the whole school saw the post.

“I’m not a celebrity! Why are people so invested in fake rumors about me?” you yelled, trying to keep your voice to a whisper as you pulled Jaehyun into an empty classroom.

“I’m sure it’ll blow over,” he assured.

“If I ever find out who the admin of this page is, I will ruin them,” you glowered.

You almost didn’t go to the soccer practice that day. But you knew that avoiding him would only add fuel to the fire so you sucked it up and went to the field after school as usual. You heard the hushed murmurs that stirred among the team when you arrived and you wanted to turn back around and leave.

Before you could, however, Sunwoo appeared and shut everyone up with a warning glare. He announced that the coach would be late and to start by running laps.

You were more annoyed than upset about the post. It just stupefied you that people really had nothing better to do than gossip about you. You didn’t think you were that interesting.

You were so close to escaping after practice but Sunwoo caught you trying to sneak away. He stood in front of you, crossing his arms as if to ask where you were going. Giving up, you muttered a “fine” and waited for him to change out of his uniform.

This time, you two wordlessly agreed to go to a different cafe. With the bubble teas on the table in front of you, you sat in silence until Sunwoo finally spoke up.

“Don’t mind what the post or others say,” he huffed.

“I’m not too bothered by it,” you shrugged.

“Good. Because I want to get to know you as just Y/n and Sunwoo. Through whatever you wish to tell and show me. I feel like we’re always just talking about me.”

His words left you speechless. Juyeon hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned how thoughtful Sunwoo was. You felt your heart warm as you smiled.

“Well what do you want to know about me?” you asked.

“Anything. Everything.”

So you spilled about your interests, hobbies, and goals. It was strange. Although it hadn’t been long since you met him, you felt comfortable around him. He made you feel at ease and you didn’t think twice about opening up to him.

You told him about your struggles as a high achieving student. About the pressure you felt and how embarrassing it was to tell people that you didn’t have any dreams.

With your grades, all the teachers expected you to apply to medical school. On the other hand, your parents encouraged you to work towards a high paying and stable salary as a corporation employee. Your friends suggested that you go for something in journalism because of your passion and commitment to the school newspaper.

But the club was just something you did for fun. You didn’t know if you liked it enough to pursue it as a career.

Sunwoo listened attentively as you went on about your concerns. From the outside, you looked like you had your life together. You were the perfect student and the girl that many guys chased after. But as he spent more time with you, it became clear that you were very uncomfortable with boys.

“Can I ask how you got so close with the Bermuda line?” he asked.

“The Bermuda line? What’s that?”

“You’ve never heard of the term? Juyeon, Jaehyun, and Younghoon are called the Bermuda line because they’re the most popular athletes out of all the sports teams. The girls say that once you fall for them, you’re stuck in between them forever because you can’t get out.”

You hadn’t laughed that hard in so long. You knew they had fans but found it hilarious how the trio even had a nickname.

“Oh man, I can’t wait to make fun of them for this,” you laughed, nearly in tears.

When he told you that they actually took great pride in the title, you bursted out in laughter again. Their self love truly was on another level.

“So how’d you end up friends?” he asked again.

“Juyeon, I’ve known since middle school. We were in the same class for all three years. Jaehyun didn’t go to the same school as us but he was friends with Juyeon because they played basketball together. I met him and Younghoon at the end of freshman year. They kinda crash landed into my life but we really clicked so that’s why I still bless them with my friendship.”

Sunwoo giggled at your own overwhelming confidence. He loved that you never sold yourself short. He didn’t notice he had been staring at you until you pointed it out. Blushing, he insisted that it was nothing and took another sip of his bubble tea.

Two months passed by and you eventually came to call Sunwoo a friend. Younghoon teased you about him being more than a friend and at first, you thought he was crazy. But with him planting the idea in your head, you began to question your own feelings. Cursing Younghoon, you blamed him for confusing you.

As the designated photographer, you tagged along to the soccer team’s last match. The entire team was nervous as it would determine the winner of the tournament. Even Sunwoo was anxious.

Before the game started, you offered him a supportive smile and he felt all worries lifted off his shoulders. He erased all thoughts of winning and losing and just concentrated on the ball. He wanted to enjoy the last match of the season and look cool in front of you. That was all that mattered to him.

Fortunately, he got both plus the win. The crowd erupted into cheers as he scored the winning goal just seconds before the whistle was blown to signal the end of the game. His knees fell to the ground and his teammates rushed to surround him.

Seeing how happy he looked brought a smile to your lips. He jumped up and scanned the bleachers for your face. When he finally spotted you, he broke away from his team to run up to you and embrace you in a giant hug.

Caught off guard, you froze as his teammates hooted and applauded. You felt your cheeks heat up at the attention.

“Congratulations,” you chuckled, patting his back. “You did well.”

“Did you get a lot of pretty pictures of me?” he grinned, pulling away to look at you.

“No, I only took pictures of Haknyeon,” you joked. By now, he was used to your teasing and simply ruffled your hair in response.

“There’s gonna be an after party tonight,” he brought up carefully. “I’d really like it if you came. Only if you’re okay with that type of scene though.”

Surprised, you nodded before you fully thought it through.

That was how you ended up moping at Jaehyun’s house. The invitation was extended to the Bermuda line as well and they were all planning on dragging you there. Younghoon was excited at the thought of finally going to a party with the whole group and Juyeon was picking out an outfit for you from Jaehyun’s sister’s closet.

“I don’t know if I trust your fashion sense,” she made a face at the top he held up.

This was your first party and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. There was a reason you hadn’t gone to one throughout your high school years.

Nonetheless, you were dressed up in an outfit that definitely reflected Jaehyun’s sister’s style more than yours. She fawned over how pretty you were and urged you to go with the boys.

So you walked through the doors and into the house vibrating with music. Everyone who recognized you was shocked to see you there. Feeling awkward, you stuck by Jaehyun’s side as you maneuvered around the throng of people. When he finally caught sight of Sunwoo, he dipped and left you alone with him.

“Thanks for coming,” he shouted over the loud music.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you shouted back.

Sunwoo offered you a drink, which you declined. Following your choice, he opted for a soda instead as well. You weren’t much of a dancer so you enjoyed people watching instead. It was fascinating to see your classmates have so much fun.

You giggled when you saw Juyeon be so painfully oblivious to a girl’s advances and walked away to dance with Younghoon. Meanwhile, Jaehyun was having the time of his life flirting with girls. You blocked your eyesight when you saw him leaning in to kiss one of them.

“Ugh, gross,” you cringed. “I do not need to know this side of my best friend’s love life.”

Laughing, Sunwoo offered to take you outside for some fresh air and a change of scenery. You gladly agreed and let him guide you to the backyard.

The night sky was full of tranquility that contrasted the chaos that ensued indoors. You sat on the grass and Sunwoo joined next to you.

“You look beautiful today,” he commented.

“Only today?” you laughed.

“Especially today,” he answered in a serious manner. His sincerity made you clear your throat and look away. He stunned you by cupping your face with his hands.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Are you drunk?” you blinked.

“I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.”

His voice was slow and raspy. Your heart was beating faster than you wanted it to and you knew the corners of your lips were betraying you.

“You can either lean in or pull away,” he said as he brought his lips closer to yours.

Your heart now felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Red alarms were going off in your head and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was what you were only a few centimeters away from kissing Sunwoo.

So you did what any insane person would do and closed the gap between your lips. You wanted to punch him when you felt him smirk but he pulled you closer and held onto you tightly.

The weekend passed without much changes in your relationship with Sunwoo. You were worried that you had either ruined your friendship or that he was sick of you but Juyeon reassured you that he probably wanted to talk about it in person. Anxiously, you overthought things until Monday finally arrived.

Wanting to keep yourself busy until you met Sunwoo, you stopped by the club room early in the morning to import the photos from the last game. Shortly after you connected the camera to the computer, you heard a knock on the door.

Startled, you looked at the door and saw Jacob sheepishly poking his head through the door. You told him to come in and he took a seat next to you.

“Kevin told me to drop by before class for an interview,” he said. You nearly facepalmed. You had completely forgotten about that. You were supposed to interview him for the paper.

“Oh yeah! Hold on, let me go get my notebook,” you searched through your backpack to find it.

The volleyball player was this month’s star of the month and you had to write a piece on his past achievements. He was extremely kind and was careful not to use any advanced sports terminology to make sure anyone could easily read the interview, which you were grateful for.

Before you parted, he gave you a side hug out of habit and apologized when he realized that it was only his first time meeting you. You laughed it off and insisted that now you could be friends since you two hugged already. Relieved that you weren’t disturbed, he happily waved goodbye to you as he walked away.

Being in a different class than Sunwoo meant that you had to wait until lunch period to see him. You honestly didn’t even know if you wanted to see him. You weren’t ready to face him yet.

When the bell finally rang and it was time for lunch, Juyeon forced you to go to the cafeteria instead of hiding out in an empty classroom. The moment you sat down with your tray, however, you felt all eyes on you. Your stomach dropped, knowing it couldn’t be good news.

“Y/n, is this true..?” Jaehyun asked, showing you the new post on the gossip page. You hated that you were always right about bad intuitions.

KSW and Y/INITIALS caught making out at last night’s party… is BJY a side hoe?

You had no idea when a photo was taken in the brief second you and Jacob hugged that morning. When you scrolled and saw the next part, your heart dropped.

A shocking revelation of history: Y/INITIALS and SYJ used to date in freshman year. Does this have anything to do with the swimmer and basketball players always next to her?

You felt your breath caught in your throat as you read through the comments.

“Isn’t BJY on the volleyball team and SYJ on the baseball team?”

“Wow she clearly has a type.”

“I guess athletes just hit it well 👀”

“And here I thought KSW was the hoe… who’s playing with who?”

“Aye so KSW finally managed to break through her. Thanks for my $10 bro.”

“Aren’t the basketball players LJY and LJH? And the swimmer KYH? The Bermuda line, right?? I always thought she had a thing with one of them.”

“So much for the icy Y/INITIALS. She was acting all pretentious when she was already having all her fun.”

Juyeon grabbed the phone out of your hands and glared at Jaehyun. You never thought your past relationship would ever get exposed. There were only a handful of people who knew about it and it had stayed hidden under the rug up until now. It was something you wanted to bury and never think about ever again.

Shakily, you got up and ran out of the cafeteria with Younghoon calling out after you. You ran as fast as you could. You didn’t stop until you busted through the doors and collapsed on the rooftop. Your lungs were on fire and you closed your eyes to stop the ringing in your ears.

Meanwhile, Sunwoo was running across the school to find you. When he didn’t see you in the club room, he changed his target and sought out Eric.

“Is it true?” he demanded when he finally saw his friend.

“I can’t believe people already figured out that it’s me,” Eric sighed.

“Is it true?” Sunwoo repeated.

“Yes, yes, it’s true,” he answered with his hands up in defeat. “She never wanted anyone to find out. We didn’t exactly end on good terms. It’s something I’m not proud of.”

“What happened?” he asked, trying to contain his anger. “What did you do to her?”

“I…” Eric trailed off. “I cheated on her.”

“What the hell, Eric?” Sunwoo yelled.

“I-I was stupid! And young. It’s the biggest mistake I made in my life,” he admitted.

Frustrated, Sunwoo left and ran off in search of you again. When you weren’t anywhere to be found, he checked the rooftop as a last resort. He didn’t expect to actually see you there.

“Y/n,” he breathed. You felt a lump form in your throat. It was the first time he had addressed you by your name.

“Get away from me,” you glared. “Was I nothing but a bet to you? Was I just a challenge for you to win?”

“Y/n, I never placed bets on you. I don’t know what other people have been betting on but I have always been genuine with you,” he affirmed.

You refused to let your tears fall. There was no way Kim Sunwoo was going to see you cry.

“I like you,” he confessed. “I like you a lot. I meant to say this that night but got too flustered. So I wanted to tell you today. Whenever I see you, the butterflies in my stomach won’t go away. When I don’t see you, I miss you like crazy. You inspire me to become a better person and all I want to do is hold you and call you mine.”

And now Kim Sunwoo has officially seen you cry. He bent down to wrap his arms around you as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled after you calmed down.

“I think you mean the opposite,” he chuckled. “Whatever barriers you put up to protect yourself, I’m going to take them down one by one. With you. Together.”

“Who said I’m helping?” you muttered.

“Then I guess I have to work twice as hard to prove myself,” he softly smiled.

“This is embarrassing,” you groaned.

“This will only be embarrassing for me if you reject me,” his hand reached out to the nape of his neck. “So what do you say? Will you go out with me?”

“I’ll think about it,” you huffed, prompting a chuckle from him.

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[lovclyboncs]

Everything I Wanted (Todoroki x Reader) Soulmate Au

inspired by Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish.

TW! Mentions of contemplated suicide and insecure thought that could be triggering.

soulmate Au! Where your soulmate tattoo appears on your wrist after you touch your soulmate for the first time.

F!reader x Todoroki

F!reader x Bakugou (brotp)

Plot: the reader is Todoroki’s soulmate, but he doesn’t want to let some mystical ink on his wrist dictate who he should love, so he rejects reader as his soulmate. This story is about how reader first reacted to the rejection and how slowly reader lets herself heal, but what the universe wants it will get.

Part two out now!

This is my very first post on here! I hope you guys enjoy!

I had a dream I got everything I wanted Not what you’d think And if I’m bein’ honest It might’ve been a nightmare To anyone who might care

Every night you’d wake up drenched in sweat, panting as you tried to calm your breathing, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Every night you had the same nightmare, you wished it was just your mind overthinking, but sadly it wasn’t. Even in your dreams you’d replay that memory in your head over and over again.

“ I’m sorry (y/l/n), but even if your name is tattooed on my wrist and even if fate says we are meant to be together, I can’t return your feelings. My heart belongs to another. I’m truly sorry if I’m not what you expected as a soulmate.” He told you with nothing but sincerity in his voice. The sad and hurtful truth. 

“I-It’s okay. I understand Todoroki-san. Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine” You said holding in the need to cry, and the need to let the crawling feeling in your throat free, to scream and yell how once again this world was nothing but cruel. 

He gave a slight nod of his head before walking away from you. His other half as written by the universe and written on your left wrist.

You looked down at the floor clenching your fists and look up once again to see him standing with the rest of the A-1 class who was chatting as they waited for class to resume. A lone tear raced down your face.

“I’ll be fine” You whispered to yourself.

‘I have to be’ you thought.

As a young girl all you ever did was fantasize about your soulmate. You thought it would  be a dream come true for you when you would finally get to meet them. You would get your happily ever after like in those princess tales you’d love to read before going to bed. You thought you’d have the perfect white picket fence life to look forward to. 

As a young foolish girl you thought life would be easy.

you didn’t know your parents were going to sacrifice their lives to save others.

you didn't know that you weren’t quirkless and that your parents had been using ‘vitamins’ to suppress your quirk because of how dangerous it was when your emotions went haywire.

you didn't know that it wouldn’t get better contrary to what your therapist would tell you.

you didn’t know that you weren’t going to make as many friends as you had hoped you would.

and what hurt the most was that you didn’t know your soulmate wasn’t going to be your knight in shining armor like you had hoped. 

Thought I could fly (fly) So I stepped off the Golden, mm Nobody cried (cried, cried, cried, cried) Nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care (might care, might care) 

It had been a month since Todoroki rejected you as his soulmate. You thought you could've gotten over it  but as always it seemed like the universe wanted to punish you for just existing. You didn’t participate in class anymore, You made sure to cover your soulmate tattoo so that no one would accidentally look at it, you didn’t tare your gaze from the floor, you thought that  it wouldn't hurt as much if you didn't have to look at him, but then the rumors started spreading and then the rumors weren't so much of a rumor. 

“ Todoroki and Momo made it official!”

“ I knew they were soulmates, I mean just look at how perfect they look together.”

“ Did you see the picture Momo posted of their soulmate tattoos? I'm so jealous!”

It was all too much for you, so you ran and you ran until you found yourself on the rooftop of U.A. and you let the tears you were holding in fall. 

You let the monster crawling at your throat free, letting yourself scream, letting yourself voice the hurt you had been bottling up.

why weren't you good enough for anyone?

not good enough for your parents to live for, they would rather die for others than to live for you. 

not good enough for your classmates, they barley talked to you or invited you to places like they did with each other. 

not good enough for your soulmate to want you. hell he’d rather cover you up than let people know fate had chosen you for him, were you so disgusting that you weren't even worth mentioning as the soulmate he rejected?

“stop” you whispered to your thoughts.

“ please just stop” your voice sounded hoarse.

“I just wanted everything to stop. To end” you said louder to no one, because no one was there, because no one cared. 

you slowly walked towards the edge of the roof and looked down at the ground.

your eyes were void of anything, they looked empty.

shakily you put one foot out into the nothingness, into the only thing that could stop you from letting the pain overwhelm you. you closed your eyes ready to fly.

‘This world is so cruel and yet so beautiful’ you thought before letting your eyes snap open and gasping.

your eyes regained a light and tears began to swell once again, you let yourself fall backwards away from the edge of the building.

Yes the world was cruel and life wasn't fair, but it was also beautiful. there was still so much you wanted to experience, still so much that would be worthwhile. 

after sitting on the floor for what felt like hours, you heard the distance sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. you slowly picked yourself of the ground and cleaned your tears with the sleeve of your uniform jacket. 

you made your way back to class 1-A. you were the last one to walk in, and some of your classmates glanced up at you, but they didn’t say anything about your puffy red eyes, they didn’t ask why you weren’t at lunch, they didn’t ask how your day was going so far, they didn’t ask if you were okay. 

because you were not okay.

you once again felt a heaviness in your chest. 

you thought they would care at least a bit, they were heroes in training after all, yet it seemed like they hadn’t even noticed.

they hadn’t even noticed your absence and maybe they didn’t mind it in the slightest. 

I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me

Maybe you were too wrapped up in your own mind or maybe you finally lost it, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how you ended up like this. Eating spicy noodles quietly with your class’ very own lord explosion murder sitting across from you.

If you were to ask Bakugou why he demanded you have lunch with him, he’d say it was because your dumbass face was the only one he could stand enough to willingly share his homemade noodles with, and if you were to ask him why he was sharing noodles in the first place, he would tell you to shut the hell up and just eat without questioning him.

What Bakugou would never admit is that when he was roaming the school grounds during lunch two weeks ago he saw you standing at the very edge. He stood frozen in place, not sure of what he could do, but before he could will himself to move he saw how you feel backwards and out of his sight. He knew why he froze because he remembered a comment he made to deku before they entered U.A. He obviously didn’t mean it, but seeing you so willingly to just dive of a building made something in him feel guilt for making such an insensitive comment even if it was to deku.

He really didn’t know you well. He knew that he had never actually seen your quirk in action though probably more than half of the class could relate to that since you never really used it. He knew pretty much that he didn’t know you at all and that unsettled him. Sure he wasn’t the most sociable guy or easiest to approach, but he at least knew a couple of things about each of his classmates friends.

So he decided to pay more attention to you, he noticed how you really didn’t talk to any of your classmates and how they wouldn’t try to include you in their conversations. He noticed you always walked with your head down not really looking at where you were going. He noticed the bags under your eyes making themselves more prominent. He noticed how sometimes when you would space out in class you’d be staring at the back of the class where the half and half bastard would sit. He became aware of your being but he still didn’t know how to approach you.

The opportunity came after an awkward encounter.

Everyone (or so you thought) had gone out to who knows where and like always you hadn’t been invited. You decided to train for a little while. You had been slowly progressing with being able to control your quirk, but after your conversation with Todoroki you were back at square one. Your emotions were a train wreck making it hard to control your quirk. Becoming frustrated with yourself you decided to call it a day but since you were sweaty you went to take a shower first. You forgot to take your clothes with you, and since you were by yourself in the dorms you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal if you ran to your room. Midway there you bumped into a wall that wasn’t there this morning. You looked up and there was Bakugou looking down at you.

‘Oh shit I’m going to die’ you thought but then you saw Bakugou frown as he looked directly at your uncovered wrist.

‘Shouto Todoroki’ Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He finally understood why you had been acting more closed off than usual, and maybe if you had looked a little harder you wouldve seen the understanding in them.

“Sor-” you began to say but he cut you off

“get dressed and meet me in the kitchen” he said before walking away.

After that day things changed for you. Who knew eating noodles in silence with an angry blonde could set you on your path to healing?

Every time you saw them holding hands you didn't have enough time to let yourself question what you could have done for that to be you.

“hey dumbass hurry up or I’ll kill you” the red eye blonde would yell at you once he noticed you lagging behind. Making you forget about the black ink on your wrist and making you worry about how bakugou was going to react to you getting a C- on the test he spent a whole afternoon helping you study for.

And you say, “As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you Don’t wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn’t wonder why you’re here, they don’t deserve you”

It was close to the end of the school year and if you were to say that much hadn’t changed you’d be lying. 

thanks to practing your quirk with bakugou and him suggesting meditation to help you stay calm you were finally able to control your quirk enough to use it without fear around others.

Through him you also became friends with the rest of the bakusquad and they helped you warm up to the others.

all the second guessing and the comparing yourself to others didn’t cross your mind often anymore. 

unbeknownst to you every time you peeled off the layers of insecuirty that held you back from expressing yourself bakugou would smile glad that you,just like him, could get passed the pain left by an unrequited soulmate bond.

also unbeknownst to you, as you began getting along with the rest of the class and opening up, he couldn’t help but be captivated by some of your quirks. How you would help the likes of denki study even when you weren’t better off yourself, how you were the only one who entertained Midoriya’s rambling and even added comentary.

He began to get to know you and he could see how the universe could’ve blessed him with a soulmate such as yourself. you were the complete opposite of what he was used to, the todoroki home wasn’t exactly the most affectionate.

He was seeing you bloom right before his eyes and all he could feel was guilt as he diverted his eyes to look at his left wrist.

‘Momo Yaoyorozu’

He softly caressed his thumb over the name and even with his soft touch the fake dark ink smuged.

He thought he had what he wanted.

He thought the universe had been wrong. 

He thought it was for the best.

but as he saw you bickering with bakugou he found himself wondering what he could’ve done for that to be him, for you to be open with him like that.

he knew he was wrong but he was too far in to fix it.

If I knew it all then would I do it again? Would I do it again?

lastly Todoroki knew that even if you found it in yourself to forgive him, he still wouldn’t deserve you. 

Thank you so much for reading this far if you did! I don’t know why I couldn’t get this out of my head and so here it is. Also I threw in an AOT reference to cope with the pain.

#mha x reader #todoroki shōto #todoroki x reader #todoroki angst #mha angst #anime angst #bakugou x reader #brotp #fanfic #oneshot #angst oneshot #billie eilish #songfic #soulmate #themes: unrequited #unreciprocated love #healing #fanart #strwbrrybratff

[the-cult-of-russo]

gotta know how u think billy would be as a dad with his kids :D

I had so many requests for Dad!Billy headcanons 😭

I hope you're ready for this chaotic ramble.

Please remember this is my Billy I'm writing

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You know those parents who take like a million pictures of their kid and show them to everyone? The kind that talks about their kid nonstop to anyone who'll listen? Their family, friends, the poor random old lady at the store that just wants to buy some damn milk.

That's Billy.

He's such an unbelievably proud parent, his pride for his kids knows no bounds. It doesn't even need to be some kind of milestone worth celebrating, everything his kid does makes him proud. You better believe when his baby has an explosive crap and ruins their clothes, he's boasting about it the next day to Frank and the guys at Anvil.

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He's incredibly protective. Murder is a possibility if his kids in danger. He wants nothing more than to keep his kids safe. If they're being bullied, it takes all of his willpower to stop himself from kicking the kids ass for doing that to his kid. He's not above picking a fight with the bullies dad though if they don't get their little shit head in check and also making it known to the principle that this shit won't fly with him.

~

"Mr Russo, I don't think you understand how serious this is. Your son broke a kids nose," the principle mutters with a glare.

Billy tilts his head, regarding the teacher with those unsettling eyes that has the old man squirming in his seat.

"You’re damn right he did," Billy replies seriously, a proud tone to his voice. His dark eyes cut to his left where his son is, practically his double. As Billy smirks, unable to help himself, his son wears the same one although he's lowering his head to hide his amusement.

"We don't tolerate that behaviour here, Mr Russo," the principle huffs. Billy's eyes harden then as his eyes narrow, sitting forward in his chair just the right amount to be imposing. The second the man leans back he knows it worked.

"You know what I don't tolerate? My kid bein' bullied. You assholes won't do shit to stop it, so I say let the little fucker get a taste of his own medicine. Serves him right for messin' with a Russo," he smirks wickedly.

~

He teaches them self defence, wanting them to be able to look after themselves if it ever came down to it. Naturally, for their 16th birthday, they're gifted with a big ass knife.

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Billy as a dad is so stupidly soft.

We all remember the scene from the show, right? Where he's in the hospital with his mom and he says;

"Maybe you did me a solid, you know? I mean, the way I see it, you want weak kids, give 'em everything. But if you... if you want 'em strong... treat 'em hard."

When he has a kid of his own he realises just what utter garbage this is. The idea of all the shit he's been through making him into the tough son of a bitch he is today is born from trauma that he still hasn't dealt with. The way his brain tries to rationalise what he went though. To make it make sense instead of it being so goddamn senseless.

But if he's honest, more than he'd like to admit, he finds himself wondering just what his life would have been like if he grew up in a loving home. What it would be like to feel wanted and cared for. To rise to the top being helped and cheered on by others instead of clawing his way there with bloodied and dirty fingers, the weight of the world bearing down on him as he's beat down at every turn.

He never wants his kids to feel that way. Not even a fraction of how unloved and unwanted he felt. He does everything in his power to make sure they know just how much he cares about them. There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for his kids. They could turn up at home one day and confess to a murder and Billy wouldn't hesitate to ask where the body is so he can handle it for them.

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Billy is ridiculously sentimental when it comes to his kids. Drawings go up on the fridge and when a new one takes its place, the old one goes into a box of many others that he can't seem to ever throw away. He has multiple pictures of his kids at his office, even some framed cute drawings they did for him. He's kept all the mementos from the pregnancy, birth and onwards. They're his little treasures.

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Billy is super supportive of everything his kids do. He makes sure they get a good education but he never pushes them to do something they don't want to do. Despite the large college fund he's got for them, if they choose not to go to college, he doesn't pressure them. Instead, whatever hopes and dreams they have, he does everything in his power to support and help them. Whether that's moral and emotional support, money or even breaking a few jaws of people standing in their way.

-

Let's look a little bit at how he is throughout some of the ages of his kid.

Billy with a baby is a sight to behold. No one has ever seen Lieutenant William Russo so goddamn soft. Once he's got hold of his baby, you've got no chance of getting them back off him. You'd have to fight him. He adores holding his little one close, soaking them in. He's constantly holding them no matter what he's doing and baby carriers and wraps are a godsend to him. You'd heard about them from a friend and told Billy and you better believe by the time the baby's born that he's an expert on all things baby wearing. He's a perfectionist and carrying a baby wrong can be dangerous. He makes sure he knows how to do it right.

Just as he has little affectionate touches for you, he has the same for his baby. His large hand stroking their tiny head and little hair. His finger stroking their chubby little cheek. He's a tactile person and touch is grounding for him. It soothes him to do so with his baby and reassures him they're really there and that they're okay.

He's super attentive. Of course he works a lot but as soon as he becomes a dad, he doesn't stay late anymore and makes sure to have days off. The second he comes home, he's making a beeline for his baby, scooping them up with a grin. He loves to read to them, something that continues as they grow up. His weekends used to be restful or if he was feeling like a masochist, he'd work from home. But now weekends are his time to shine. By the time you wake up on a Saturday morning, he's already up with the baby, making you breakfast as he's got the baby attached to him via baby carrier.

As his baby grows into a toddler, each milestone makes him tearful and full of pride. He kisses any booboos that happen and he's constantly playing with his child. He has a pretty silly side to him that most don't get to see. Making his kid laugh and smile brings him the greatest joy.

He loves taking his toddler to the office with him. Everyone dotes on his kid and treats them like royalty.

When they turn into a small child, he watches with a proud smile and amusement as his kid wants to fight with his men, watching them 'beat' the shit out of them. The guys at Anvil are more than happy to very dramatically go down, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree when the tiny Russo grins smugly at their 'win'.

Their first day at school and Billy's a mess. It's such a turning point and he doesn't know how to deal with how fast their growing up. But every achievement at school, even minor ones, and he's showering them with praise.

He encourages them to work hard and as soft as he might be, he is still the boss. He makes sure they do their homework and don't fall behind on their studies.

One thing Billy loves is teaching his kids stuff. Whether that's mundane stuff to help with school or teaching them shit he knows like survivalist things, because you can never be too prepared, right? He loves helping them with school projects and answering any questions they might have about one of the many things he's knowledgeable about.

When his kids moves onto those hard teenage years, the ones where everything feels so dramatic and world ending, he's a little tougher when it calls for it. Billy is no novice to rebellion, he has a rebellious streak of his own and marches to the beat of his own drum half the time. He respects that. What he doesn't respect or tolerate is behaviour that's going to fuck his kid over in the long run or self sabotage. He will be firm and a hard ass if he needs to be to keep his kids on a path where they don't get hurt or ruin their life.

Billy has a zero tolerance policy on drugs. After the shit with his mother, he won't budge on this. If he finds out his kid is dabbling in drugs, they're grounded until they're old enough to move out.

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No matter what age his kids are, Billy loves them immensely. He wants to be the father he wished he'd had growing up and he pours all of his anguish and pain from his upbringing into it. Channeling it into the purest form of love for his kids. To break the curse that had hold of him. He won't perpetuate the cycle.

Being a father brings him a sense of completeness and peace he didn't think was possible for him to achieve. It fills the void that's been eating away at his soul from his lack of love as a child and he loves every second of being a parent. Even the hard moments.

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Bonus:

The Russo's and the Castle's go on monthly camping trips together. Billy loves the outdoors, the mild survivalist feelings he gets from it without the real danger. He loves taking his kids there, teaching them everything. In his role as dad and uncle, he sits around the camp fire at night, the light of the flames dancing along his face as he very theatrically tells the kids a spooky story.

You and his kids are his immediate family but the Castle's are his family too. So he really loves it when you all get to spend time together like that.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine #billy russo headcanons

[mypoisonedvine]

Okay so I had a dream earlier and I was hoping you’d write it?

In the dream Andy was fucking me in the asshole, and had a vibrator in my pussy, and was three fingers deep in my throat while making me watch in a mirror and whispering things like “look at my desperate slut” “you’re completely stuffed baby” “you’re taking me so well” “you’re just my cock hungry whore aren’t you” and like it got me feelin some type of way so can you um...please write that?

okay first of all can we please trade dreams??

OBVIOUSLY smut but warning for anal, choking, degradation, overstimulation, slight bimbofication fetish (???), kinda corruption kink

“you’re takin’ it so good baby, remember how you said it wouldn’t fit?  how your tiny little ass couldn’t take me?  now look at you, honey, look at how good this pretty hole is stretching for my cock...”

you were completely delirious, barely able to comprehend his words since it took all the brain power you had to process being this full of him.  

his fingers in your mouth left you drooling and robbed you of any opportunity to respond (which would’ve gone to waste anyway, since you had nothing of meaning to say), the vibrator in your pussy made everything more sensitive and more numb at the same time somehow, and of course, his cock in your ass made your legs quiver and your mind melt.

you really hadn’t believed it would fit.  but now you couldn’t imagine how you’d ever lived without this, what life was even like before you were andy’s little toy, just holes for him to fill.

you couldn’t remember how you ever got off on anything but being his.  you knew, logically, that at some point in your life ‘sex’ had meant spreading your legs so some guy could jackhammer into you for a few minutes, but you had no real understanding of how that had ever been possible.

ever since you’d met andy (or, ever since an hour after you met andy), sex had meant being reduced to a subverbal state, a limp and drooling mess subjected to the constant supply of pleasure that he gave so effortlessly.

“hmm, you love being my pretty fuckdoll don’t you?  you love when I use all your holes, right?”

you could nod, so at least that was something.  you moaned when he pushed in deeper, which you hadn’t even thought was possible despite having every opportunity to memorize his length.

“ever had anything this big in you, honey?  no?  didn’t think so, you can barely take it... your legs are shaking, baby, can you hold yourself up or do you need help?  poor thing...”

he was doting, even if there was an edge of condescension to it all.  and you deserved it, because you’d proven many times that you did need help to do what he needed you to.  sometimes your hands were too weak to rub your clit like he asked so he did it for you, or you were too tired to suck his cock properly so he let you relax as he held your head and fucked your throat.

he did seem to have a strange obsession with your mouth.  he was always filling it with something-- his tongue, his fingers, a gag, his cock, even dildos so he could see you suck something while he fucked you.  although sometimes you thought that was more for your benefit as he had proven that sucking a cock always made you desperately wet.

but that hadn’t even been true before you met him, to be honest.

“oh my god, baby, your pussy’s fucking dripping... you’re making a big ol’ mess, angel, is it the vibe or is it getting fucked in the ass?  hm?  what’s making you so wet?”

he didn’t take his fingers out of your mouth, so he must not have wanted you to respond.  after all, he already knew the answer.

“it’s both, right?  you just love being stuffed as full as you can... you just love when I use you however I want...”

you choked as his fingers pushed deeper, tears which had been swelling at the corners of your eyes finally breaking free and spilling down your cheeks.

“oh, it feels good, huh?  is that why you’re crying?  I know it is, honey, I know it feels so fucking good when you give me what I want...”

his thrusts moved faster and rougher, your body finally pliant enough for it.  his cock was bumping into the vibrator and knocking it into your g-spot, which was already a lot but it was also a rabbit and therefore your swollen, sensitive clit was getting some excessive attention as well.

“is it too much?  you can take it, baby, such a good whore for me...”

the shift from praise to degradation was sometimes a little subtle, but it always meant he was getting closer to coming.  he’d go back to being nice again afterwards, but his mean streak when he was pushing towards the edge made your walls clench excitedly.

“yeah, you love it so fuckin’ much, love being a stupid fucking whore for me...” 

“take it, bitch, take my fuckin’ cock up your slutty little ass.”

“I’m close, baby, I bet you want me to come inside so you can feel me leaking out of your asshole all night, right?  fuck, I need to do this again in the morning so you can go to work with my come in you and feel it all day... something to remind you that even when you’re bein’ all smart and professional in public, you’re still my dumb fucking slut, my brainless little toy for me to use whenever I want.  and you love it.”

you moaned in agreement as one of countless orgasms washed over you, sensations becoming so overwhelming that you worried you’d pass out.

“that’s it baby, you just lay there and take it while I put my come as deep in you as I can, alright?”

you did, because there was nothing else you could do.  the sound of his moans as he came inside you never ceased to send shivers up your spine.

“fuck, did so good baby, so good for me...”

he whispered his praises as he showered you in gentle kisses, turning off the vibrator and pulling his fingers from your mouth so you could finally breathe properly.

but he didn’t pull out of your ass just yet, letting your body keep his cock warm all night.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber hc #andy barber smut

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Vol.1 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 5]

Original title: 紅い約束

Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (41:42 - 50:14)

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: I have to be honest here...I kind of thought I finished the Bloody Bouquet series already but completely forgot about Yours Truly. *coughs* Ayato would never forgive me if he knew. xD Anyway, this is your typical Ayato CD lol. I really don’t have much to say about it. It’s definitely not a bad CD but his CDs just never feel truly engaging or complex to me. He tends to have a lot of the same lines as well. ^^;; I swear the person who writes his scripts just recycles the script from the previous Ayato CD. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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TRACK 5: A CRIMSON PROMISE

“...Why do we have to turn it into such a big deal? I’m just gettin’ together with some human chick, so I really don’t get why we have to exchange our vows in front of everyone. On top of that, this stuffy get-up is drivin’ me absolutely mad.”

You enter the room in your wedding dress.

“...Oh? …Chichinashi.”

You greet him.

“...Y-Yo.”

You ask Ayato what he thinks of your dress. 

“H-Haah…!? Don’t ask me for my opinion on your dress! I don’t give a damn ‘bout that sorta stuff… ーー Actually, shouldn’t you say how good I look in this tuxedo first!? Aah!?”

You tell him that he looks handsome.

“Right? I mean, it’s pretty much a given since there isn’t a single outfit out there which I wouldn’t rock.”

You suddenly step closer and lean in close.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

*Rustle*

“...!! H-Hold up! What are you doin’ all of a sudden…!? Oi!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...!? …Oh, you’re fixing my tie. Don’t surprise me like that!”

You tilt your head to the side.

“W-Well…You suddenly moved closer so…I-I thought you were gonna kiss me or somethin’...”

You grow flustered. 

“I thought wearin’ such a revealin’ off-shoulder dress had made you go from bein’ all shy and flustered to oddly assertive!”

You protest. 

“...Aah? How is it not revealin’? Your lackluster body is pretty much fully exposed! …Listen up! Today is our wedding ceremony, so on top of those stupid brothers of mine, the Old Man invited a bunch of random peeps from ‘round the Demon World as well. Yet you’re here dressed like an exhibisionist…You’re obviously askin’ me to suck your blood on the spot!”

You tell him you don’t look like an exhibisionist.

“Shut up! You obviously do!”

You ask if it suits you at least.

“Haah…? Who cares if it looks good on you or not!? Even if it did, it doesn’t change the fact that the dress is hella tempting from a Vampire’s point of view. I won’t let you claim that you’ve forgotten just how allurin’ your blood is to us Vampires.”

You frown and ask if there’s another dress. 

“Che…! How should I know!? Even if there isn’t a substitute dress, you’ve got the clothes you already wear, no? I didn’t check the dress beforehand ‘cause you made such a big deal ‘bout doin’ the ceremony accordin’ to the traditions, but I regret that decision now, geez!”

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato offers you his jacket.

“Come on. Wear this on top.”

You seem hesitant.

“No buts, just wear it! Or do you want some other Vampire to jump you for your blood?”

You ask Ayato if he doesn’t mind.

“Hah! I don’t give a damn ‘bout my outfit. I’ll look good no matter what I wear. You better step out there wearin’ that jacket. Understood?”

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Haah…? What’s with that face? Got any complaints, huh? …Che, annoyin’...”

He steps closer. 

“For one, you really wouldn’t mind showin’ yourself in a dress which does not only show your shoulders, but leaves your back completely exposed as well? Did you really think that’d make me happy, huh…!?”

You ask him if he minds.

“I’m not fine with it! Duh! You are mine…So I’m the only one who has the right to see you like this!”

*Rustle*

“...Or am I wrong?”

You apologize.

“It’s too late to say sorry now. As your punishment…I’ll do this.”

Ayato suddenly bites you.

“Mmh…Nn…”

You protest. 

“Don’t make a fuss. I’m suckin’ somewhere visible on purpose. Like this, I don’t have to say anythin’ and the message will be clear regardless ーー You are mine. Hahn…”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah…Hahaha…Take a look. There’s a nice, visible mark on your exposed shoulder now.”

Your cheeks grow bright red. 

“While I’m at it…Might as well leave a few on your back as well. It’ll make for a nice decoration, don’t you think?”

You protest.

“Oh come on, just keep still. We’re goin’ to vow our love in front of the guests in a bit, so there’s nobody who will think twice ‘bout my mark bein’ placed all over you.”

Ayato bites your back.

“Hahn…Mmh…Nn…”

*Sluuuuurp*

“More…There need to be more…I’m gonna show them off to all of the people at the ceremony. Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Mmh…Nn…Hahー! …I guess this should do. …Perfect. While lookin’ like this, you can show yourself without my jacket if you want.”

You complain.

“Heh. I had no other choice, had I? Who knows if there’s some bastard out there after your blood? Markin’ you is the least I can do. Besides…I bet you’re actually happy to have these marks which obviously show that you’re mine. Hahaha…”

You tell Ayato that’s what the ring is for.

“The ring…? I mean, obviously you’ll get one as well, but I can’t put it on you before the ceremony starts, can I? Besides, it won’t help keepin’ other Vampires away. These work best for that.”

*Knock knock*

“...Oh? Seems like almost time.”

*Rustle*

“Oi, Chichinashi. Let’s go.”

He extends his hand.

“Give me your hand. Come on, wrap your arm around mine.”

*Rustle*

“...’Kay, ready?”

You nod.

“Yeah. Don’t ever let go again, understood? …Well, I’m not lettin’ you even if you tried. Haha…I’ll love you and only you…forever.”

The two of you step out of the room as wedding bells ring in the background. 

*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers bloody bouquet #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[babbushka]

*insert Bernie voice* I am once again asking for a Clyde blurb for size kink 😩❤️❤️❤️

1.2k, NSFW (soft dom!Clyde, size kink, car sex, semi-nudity in public)

Late at night, when his shifts drag on into the 2’am hour, you get a real strong desire for your man, your Clyde. Sometimes, if you’re in a desperate enough mood for him, you’ll drive on down to Duck Tape and spring your achin’ need on him, and he’s happy enough to comply. But sometimes, you’re too desperate, and you can barely throw enough clothes on to be decent, so Clyde’s gotta meet you at the car.

You’ve called him to let him know you’re on the way for one of those times, and when you pull up to the front of the parkin’ lot, the place jam packed for bein’ a weekend and all, Clyde’s already waiting for you.

Damn it all, was he big. Six foot three without his boots on, and seemingly just as wide. A proper fuckin’ line backer, your Clyde was, and he’s heading your way. One of the things that was so tantalizin’ about him, was the way he was solid, real solid, all the way through. He didn’t have any curves really, he was thick, a brick wall. It made your mouth water, made your hands tap tap tap on the steerin’ wheel in anxious need.

“Hey there lil’ lady,” Clyde opens the rear passenger side door, cuttin’ right to the chase, “Heard you were in need of a good fuckin’.”

“Clyde please, I missed you too bad.” You whine, eagerly climbing over the center console and landing right in his lap, your legs straddling his strong thighs.

“I’ve got ya darlin’, don’t go apologizin’, I’ve got ya.” With a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest, Clyde tugs his cock out and strokes it with his good hand, mouth already seeking yours as you wriggle and whine impatiently above him. He nips at your bottom lip and orders, “Spread them pretty legs for me real nice and slow, let me see her.”

You’re in nothing but a see-through robe, one of the ones Clyde got you as a joke gift one valentine’s day, the mesh type with feathers around the hem and the cuffs. It does absolutely nothing to conceal any part of your body, but you do as he says, spreading your legs, wanting to be good for him.

“I should be punsihin’ you for showin’ up to the bar naked.” Clyde jerks himself off for a minute or two until his cock is so hard it’s got that delicious curve that you’re anxious to get stuffed up into your cunt.

“I’m not naked! I’ve...” You gesture down to the flimsy and see-through robe, huffin’ out a laugh, “Well I’ve got somethin’ on.”

“Not enough sugar, what if I wanted you to come in for a drink? Say hello t’some friends?” Clyde taps the side of your thigh then, and you rise up up up onto your knees, the leather of the car seat creakin’ under the shifting of your weight.

“You wouldn’t.” You breathe as you start to sink down on his cock, the head of it teasin’ right at your folds.

“No?”

“Nope, you want me all to yourself, ain’t that right?” You moan on the last word, as you let gravity pull you down onto Clyde’s dick, needing to steel yourself from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so fuckin’ full.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” He grunts lowly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, eyes shuttin’ tight from it all, “C’mon darlin’ relax for me.”

“I can’t help it you’re -- oh yes! -- you’re so big.” You moan, because he was! He was ten inches of pure fucking power, and all of it was buried down to the hilt inside your body. You can feel the head of his cock knocking against your cervix, and it’s almost painful, but not quite, just so much.

“You like that I’m big?” Clyde eggs you on, an uncharacteristic speech that only tends to come out this late at night, when it’s just the two of you in the whole wide world, “Like how I can fill ya up real good?”

“Yes yes yes, I do, I love it Clyde, fuck I love you.” You’re bouncing on his cock, now that your body has had a minute to adjust, you can’t stop yourself from thrusting down onto it, taking the pleasure that his massive body gives you. You rock and grind your hips against his, your hands clutching and clinging to his shoulder for leverage. He’s so sturdy that he doesn’t barely move even as you bounce and moan wantonly loud.

“Alrigh’ stay quiet for me now, don’t go makin’ me cover that pretty mouth o’yours.” Clyde leans in to kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and you have half a mind to tell him to gag you anyway, wanting to be stuffed from both ends, all over.

But then that would mean he doesn’t get to touch your clit and make you cry in pleasure, so you shut your mouth and swallow the louder shouts down into somethin’ less attention-grabbin’. It was a full bar after all.

“Come for me darlin’, get what you came here for.” Clyde is close, you can tell just from the husk of his voice, the way he’s startin’ to thrust up into you erratically, no longer as composed as he was.

“Oh fuck!” You suck in a sharp breath, tryin’ not to be loud in case anyone’s in the parkin’ lot, as the two of you come in tandem, the heat from your bodies steaming up the car.

A minute or so later, Clyde helps you off his lap, and buttons himself back up into his jeans. He gets out of the back seat and reaches onto the floor where you’ve stashed a little towel for this exact purpose, and dutifully cleans you down while you grin up at him through hooded eyelids.

“I came to see you too, y’know. It ain’t just about your cock or nothin’, honest.” You say sincerely, and he blushes deeply, his ego shootin’ through the roof.

“I know.” He kisses you gently, that big bear of yours shy and snuggly underneath his hardened exterior, “But I gotta admit, I like that you like it so much. Ain’t never had a girl go so wild over me.”

“Good thing you married then, huh?” You wink, and he blushes even deeper.

“Yep.” He takes a good look at ya, sighs out a little, “I wish I could bring you in for that damn drink. I don’t want you to go just yet.”

“Well, maybe you could lay out here with me for a while? Ain’t like the bar’ll turn to anarchy if you sit with me for a couple more minutes.” You offer, and he nods, takin’ you up on it, climbing back into the rear seat and settling himself on your chest, listenin’ to your heart beat.

The whole damn thing could go up in flames and he wouldn’t give a shit, if it means he gets to sit here with you, he thinks, and even though he doesn’t say it, you hear it anyway, and hold him extra tight for those few golden minutes before you make the drive back home, knowing he’ll be walkin’ through your door again soon for round two.

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[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

The final chapter is here! Chapter 9!! I may do an epilogue later, but this is it for now! Enjoy! After 4 years of planning, it’s finally done. tw for blood in one panel flashback to the reaper fight

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Ang: Everything looks good on the scans. The incisions have healed almost completely. You can continue bed rest in your room. Hanzo: Thank-you again. Bap: You have noticed too. Ang: I hope some semblance  of his old routine helps.

Lucio: Hey, Hanzo! Han: Greetings. Satya: Good to see you walking around. Han: Thank-you, satya. Echo: You look well, Hanzo! Han: Thanks.

Han: My gear? His-

Han: Cleaned. The bullet holes are patched?

Han: Hanzo. jess: McCree. Nice to finally meet you

Jess: God FUCKIN’-

Jess: For the last time, Torb-

Jess: Hanzo! Han: Did I wake you? Jess: N-No! It’s ok. What’s the matter? Han: May I come in? Jess: See you’re walkin’ better. Han: You were gone for awhile. Was the mission- Jess: Just say what you want, Hanzo

Jess: h-WHAT? Han: Would you join me for dinner? I wish to speak with you.

Jess: UM- yeah! sure- uh! lemme get decent first. Where we goin’? I don’t have any good shirts here. Han: Whatever you have will be fine. [quiet] you look good.

Han: Come. Jess: Ah. wait, can I brush my teeth real quick? Han: Of course. Jess: They made this lighthouse into a restaurant? Han: I’ve eaten here with satya. It’s very good.

Han: We don’t have to worry about surveillance here. Jess: Always impressed with a man packin’ jammers in his pants. Han: I wanted to say I’m sorry for lashing out at you. I reacted with panic at the prospect of your confession.

Han: I felt... Jess: You looked scared, Han. I could see it on your face. I understood. Han: I want to make it clear. I am not mad. Nor was I trying to mock your feelings.

Han: Despite knowing how capable you are, I genuinely fear for your safety if you should be associated with me romantically. My family they...... Thought few remain, they want nothing more than for me to suffer. I never want you in the crossfire of my sins. And now Talon wants... Despite every instinct telling me this is not the wisest decision, you’ve laid yourself bare. And I still adore you.

Jess: You do? Of course, How could anyone not? Gracias. Jess: I’m scared too if i’m bein’ honest. Han: You now believe this to be a bad idea? Jess: Absolutely not.But it aint gonna be easy. I know that. Han: Then I will go to bat for you. Because I do want this.

Han: If you will still have me.Jess: Yeah? Han: Yeah. Your companionship means so much to me, McCree. I thought I could be satisfied with our partnership, but I’ve craved more. Jess: I’ll drink to drunk Hanzo then. Han: Is that truly how i hurt my head?

Jess: Yup. Tripped and fell on your bedpost. Fell right into my arms pretty conveniently. You sure this wasn’t planned? Han: [chuckles] Nothing is ever planned, I’m just a disaster.

Jess: What did I miss on base? Need a report.  Han: Dae-hyun spilled his energy drink on tracer, so that was pandemonium. Jess: I miss all the good shit. So what was it? My charmin’ smile? My quick wit? My rugged good looks?

Jess: My ass? Han: phbt! It was a mutual understanding based on similar lifestyles, your integrity to yourself and your allies, and admiration for your skills... But your ass certainly made it easier.

Jess: The ass always reels ‘em in! Han: Well, you present it so well! JEss: Thanks for taking me out tonight, Han. Thanks for always bein’ there for me. ‘Specially now. Mean alot y’know. You going outta your way to do all this for... we....me.

Han: I am only doing what you deserve. You can come to me for anything. I would do anything for you, McCree. Jess: You can call me Jesse, y’know. Cat’s outta the bag now. Han: If that’s what you prefer, Jesse.

Jess: If I was you, this would be a great time to kiss me. Or do i have to get you sloshed again? Han:Tsk. Must I do every-

[exhale] Jess internally: Here I thought i fucked up. Was terrified I’d ruined the one good thing that’s come my way in years

Spent the past week tryin’ to figure out how to get over him. But we’re still here. And we still care for each other... Still get to drink with him, laugh with him, and cry with him.

Jess: Have I mentioned I’m lonely? Han: [WHEEZE] [snort] Jesse Jess: See, now you’re laughin’ at me.

 Jess: You wake me up, barge into my room, rip off your pants, ask me on a date when i’m standin’ half naked, and now you /laugh/ about kissin’ the life outta me! I see how it is! Han: I jusr wasn’t expecting that /strong/ a reaction. [Even after everything]

[i Don’t have to lose my best friend.]

END

#mchanzo #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #Overwatch #my art #//blood

[aggressive-positivity-network]

Tf2 headcanons? Aw yeah! So let's say a new merc joins the team. They're a total asshole: Cocky, sarcastic, overconfident, refuse help. But both Spy and Scout see right through that, it's a defense mechanism. How do they go about making this person comfortable enough to not be an asshole?

*chanting* HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMF

Okay, jokes aside, this is one of my favorite tropes. Maybe I’m too naïve to believe that some people are just mean to be mean, or maybe it’s a sort of comfort to know that even the worst people can be understood, but either way, WOOOOOOOOO!

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

An Ass For An Ass

Headcanons

Scout:

To be honest, Scout’s threshold for asshole-ery is pretty high. Growing up with eight brothers will do that to you.

But when the new recruit came around, something immediately rubbed him the wrong way.

Recruit always stole his thunder with the crass jokes and over-the-top displays. Every battle turned into a competition, which messed with Scout’s system of fighting. He never had to focus much on his own team before, and now he had to worry about keeping his own reputation upheld while trying not to get stabbed, shot, or blown up.

Recruit also kept hitting on Miss Pauling - even after reminding them again and again that she was lesbian, and was not and never will be into dudes.

“Come on…you just haven’t been with a real man yet…”

“No, no, I’ve been with a lot of men. Real men. I just wasn’t into any of them. After a while, it was kind of obvious.”

But what really pissed a lot of people off was Recruit’s fighting style.

They were an absolute monster on the field - that’s why they were chosen - but every interaction was treated as some sort of survival scenario.

One would think that would be a good thing, but Recruit was ridiculous.

No matter what the situation was, he was fine, he was okay, he could take it, he could fix it.

He could be killed only inches away from a Medic because he would never yell for one. Sometimes Recruit would even show visible anger at being healed. It got to the point where Medic didn’t heal him at all, and just allowed him to die as to not waste time he could give too more grateful patients.

Missions were even worse.

He followed orders to a T, but Pauling had to beg him to leave a failed mission, or to leave without completely destroying the site.

Everyone just took it as Recruit showing off, or having something to prove as a rookie.

It was annoying, but ultimately harmless in most circumstances.

However, it all came to a head when Recruit tried disengage a sentry by himself and was severely injured.

Both Engineer and Medic, who had had to fix most of Recruit’s past and current recklessness, ripped him a new one, one chewing out after the other.

“What we’re you thinkin’, son?! One crossed wire and you woulda blown the whole base!”

“Zhe only reason you are allowed in my lab at all is because it’s in my contract. Personally, I vould have rather left nature to it…”

Since then, Recruit did exactly as he was told, and nothing else. And most of the team liked it that way.

But Scout recognized some warning signs immediately. Fatigue, near silence except for missions, self-isolation, snapping when people got too close…it all paved the way for a pretty nasty (and, for Scout, very familiar) result.

One night, Recruit was sitting on the balcony, and Scout came out with two bottles - a beer for Recruit and a root beer for himself.

(Scout can only drink on the weekends because one, unlike most, he can’t go to work hung over because his job requires a lot of movement, and two, he has no restraint and can’t stop once he starts.)

“What do you want?”

Scout shrugged. “Depends.”

“On what?!”

“What are ya willin’ to tell me?”

Recruit just looked at the beer and sneered.

“Can’t we just skip this?” Scout said. “Maybe get to the part where you tell me what kinda Sally Sob Story we’re dealin’ with here?”

Recruit looked away.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t got one. ‘Cause you do. I can see it a mile away. So what happened? Pop leave? Somebody died? Lotta brothers and sisters? Ma had a few too many and smacked ya around?”

Recruit didn’t turn around, but Scout could tell he was crying. He had hit a sore spot. Hard.

“Hey, pal, listen…”

Scout trailed off, then slowly began again.

“…the only reason I know is ‘cause I’ve been through it, ‘kay? Outta everybody I knew, I only trusted me. And that was great when I did a good job, ‘cause I knew I put me there.”

Scout opened his bottle of root beer and took a long swig.

“But when I screwed somethin’ up, it’s like everybody I ever knew just let me down. The one thing I could count on was gone.”

Recruit looked at Scout with tears in his eyes.

“But ya can’t do everything by yourself,” Scout continued. “Believe me. I learned that the hard way.”

Scout laughed, but it was mostly to clear the air. He didn’t get serious very often.

Recruit hadn’t touched his beer, but was leaned over the balcony with his head in his hands.

Scout sighed and looked up at the stars.

“But here’s somethin’ that nobody told me - it gets easier, y’know that? You just gotta relax and cut yourself some slack.”

Recruit shifted uncomfortably. “But the Administrator said…”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know what she said. Gave ya that whole speech about how bein’ part of the team means discipline and focus and whatever. It’s all bull crap. She don’t know the first thing about bein’ on the field. If she did, why’d she hire us?”

“Sh-she said my perseverance was an asset to the team.”

“Perseverance, my ass. You know what would be an asset to the team? Stayin’ alive for more than fifteen minutes!”

Recruit looked at his feet. He had blinked away his tears, but he still looked on the verge of falling apart.

Scout put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little.

“You’re a great fighter, Recruit. You’re one of the best…that’s why you’re here. You got nothin’ to prove to nobody. Not to me, not to the team, not to the Administrator…not even to yourself. You’ve made it, kid. You’ve made it.”

Scout slid his hand off Recruit and started to walk away.

“Hey.”

Scout turned to see Recruit in the process of opening his beer.

“Thanks.”

Scout smiled. “No problem, pal. Plenty more under Demo’s mattress.”

“No, I mean…for that. I needed that tonight.”

“Oh…yeah! Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

Scout went back inside and to his room - but not before checking the cameras on the balcony a few times. Just in case.

Over the next few months, Scout kept helping Recruit break some old bad habits.

Recruit learned to take criticism without getting angry, to leave tanked missions, and to take care of himself.

He still occasionally flirted with Miss Pauling, but it was now more of an inside joke than anything.

Recruit still isn’t perfect - he still cringes a little when he’s healed, and falls back into survival mode when times are stressful - but he is now a much happier, much healthier person.

Spy:

Spy’s asshole wasn’t a merc, per se.

They were more of an informant, usually giving out important facts about locations, missions, and a target’s history.

Sometimes they would even use the Administrator’s PA system to announce new rules and reminders.

This would be perfectly fine - after all, you get kind of tired of hearing the Administrator all the time - except for the fact that Informant was the most sarcastic, most nasally, most apathetic, most matter-of-fact person on earth.

Even outside of a work setting, which was rare because they stayed in their office most of the time, Informant would go out of their way to be as condescending as possible.

Especially to whoever they considered to be in the “less intelligent” category: Heavy, Pyro, Scout, Demo, and Soldier.

To all the “others,” he turned every briefing into a contest to see who knew more at any given time…which, of course, usually meant he won.

“Now, does anyone know where his address is? Come on, any takers? Yeah, I thought so.”

Unlike Recruit, which would only warrant a few grumbles here and there from the team, Informant was the subject of a lot of hissed complaints and terrible rants from even the calmest of members.

Informant was the only one who could get under Heavy’s skin - a personal pet peeve of his was being considered less intelligent or less of a human being because English wasn’t his first language, which Informant chose to remind him of constantly.

It began with a few simple jabs at his grammar or word structure, but once Informant figured out that Heavy wouldn’t hurt a fly outside of battle, the taunts grew more and more daring.

Heavy would usually ignore Informant, which would only exacerbate their need to be noticed. This led to some pretty nasty interactions - from spouting the statistics of Russia’s average intelligence to even saying Heavy was a disgrace to his country by being a literature major.

“How’s that Russian literature major treating you? You know - in America.”

Sniper and Medic had tried to set Informant straight, but Heavy refused to accept any help. This was something that was his to bear, and his alone. He knew that they both took their own helping of harassment.

But one day, Informant went a little to far.

He did the one thing you should never do: insult Heavy’s family.

“You mother and sisters can’t do anything more than wait for you. No wonder you’re the only source of income.”

Before he knew it, Informant was against a wall, struggling to breathe, blood running into his eyes.

Heavy walked away after the incident, and told Medic about it, but he refused to heal him. Informant had called Medic a Nazi on more than one occasion.

This, finally, is where Spy comes in.

Spy was walking by Informant’s office, when he heard a strange sound - barely suppressed hiccups and sobs.

Despite his aversion to displays of emotion, the promise of seeing one of his greatest enemies as their lowest was too amusing to resist.

He knocked lightly on the door, then slowly opened it - always the master of drama.

Informant was under their desk, bloodied and bruised, sobbing into their knees.

Spy entered noiselessly, sitting in Informant’s office chair and lighting a cigarette.

It was only when Spy made a dramatic exhale of the smoke that Informant looked up, tears streaking their face.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Spy finally spoke.

“Oh, how the mighty fall. Flown too close to the sun, have we?”

Informant couldn’t do much more than snivel and retreat farther below the desk.

“Who did it?” Spy asked. “I want to give them my regards…and maybe a bottle of wine.”

“H-Heavy…”

“Oh? Well, if anyone can bring him to blows, it’s you.”

Spy put his feet on the desk and continued to blow smoke out of his nose, thinking.

“It’s strange,” he said. “Most offices have at least a few pictures of family. A trip to the beach, perhaps the zoo…?”

He took a quick glance around.

“No children. No army mates. No graduation photos or a large catch at a local lake. The only personal item you have is this…”

Spy picked up a Rubik’s Cube. The plastic still around it crinkled.

“Unused.”

Informant looked at the floor.

“I like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

Spy pursed his lips and squinted.

“How noble of you. But I don’t think that’s the case. You know what I think, Informant?”

Spy took his feet of the desk and bent down, looking Informant in the eyes.

“I don’t think you have a life.”

Informant’s eyes went wide for a moment, then his face immediately crumpled. Bullseye.

Spy smirked and got up from the chair, starting to leave.

Informant’s sniffling turned into sobbing, and before Spy could put his hand on the doorknob, muffled wailing filled the office.

Spy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was trying not to remember something. But the imagery was too strong.

He remembered hiding under a table, like Informant was. People screaming and cursing at each other in French. His knees all scarred and his nose runny from a cold that should have resolved weeks ago. Waltz music coming from next door, trying to drown out the fighting. Glass breaking. Biting his knuckles so he wouldn’t whimper or cry.

Spy’s hand closed into fist. He took a deep breath, and turned to face Informant again.

“But to be fair…”

He walked towards the desk, putting his hand in his suit pocket. He got on his knees and pulled out a pink handkerchief.

“…I don’t have one either.”

He offered the handkerchief to Informant, who put it to his face, still staring at Spy through red eyes.

The pair were silent for a moment, with Spy putting out his cigarette and lighting a new one while Informant cleaned themselves up.

“But the difference between you and I,” Spy said, his voice wavering a bit, “is that I am a Spy. If my information got into the wrong hands, it could be the end of me and my team.”

He tapped his cigarette on a nearby trash can, letting the ashes fall into it.

“But what are you hiding from?”

Informant took a shaky inhale, the handkerchief still covering his nose and mouth.

“W-what?”

“Why do you feel the need to be, as Scout puts it, a tier five jerkazoid?”

Informant sniffled. “I…I didn’t think I took it that far.”

“Took what that far?”

“I just…snrk…I thought that’s what I had to do to get them to take me seriously.”

Informant laughed, but their heart wasn’t in it.

“I’m five foot four with red hair and freckles. I look more like someone’s Andy doll than a contract killer. I thought maybe if I knew everything…I’d be worth it.”

They shrugged.

“At best, they’d be impressed. At worst, they would never get close enough to me to know the truth: the only reason why I’m here is because I can rattle off a few names and that I had good grades in school because I had nothing better to do.”

Spy’s chest ached. He didn’t know why, but it was a strange feeling to him.

“Mon ami…”

He cleared his throat.

“If half of the team is any indication, you don’t need to be Nikola Tesla to be hired. Hell, the fact you can read is an anomaly in itself. But there is something you must understand…”

Spy cleared his throat again. His voice had gotten quite unstable all of a sudden.

“Intelligence is measured in different ways. Scout could never read even the simplest of children’s books, but his physical intelligence - reflexes, spatial awareness, aim - is phenomenal. Medic would have to put my spine back together if I even attempted to do what he does on the field.”

Informant snickered at the joke, or perhaps the image it conjured.

“And me,” Spy continued. “I can speak almost any language, adjust to any social setting, charm anyone, fool anyone…kill anyone. Just like you, I can remember, and I use the information I absorb mostly to show how superior I am to all my lowly colleagues.”

Spy furrowed his brow and looked away.

“But I know less about myself than even my enemies. I have hidden it so deep within my mind that I can hardly remember…or perhaps would rather not remember…who I was before this mask of mine.”

Informant hesitated. “I…I’m sorry, Spy.”

Spy sneered and puffed a few smoke rings.

“I don’t want your sympathy. I want you to have some self-respect - and respect for my teammates. Because next time you are beaten within an inch of your life, you might catch me in a less generous mood.”

With that, Spy got up, reached into his suit pocket and presented a small MediKit, which he tossed to Informant.

“I’d suggest freshening up before going to any more briefings.”

Informant nodded, and set to work healing himself.

Spy started to leave, then stuck his head back in.

“And hang a few posters, would you? Your office looks like a prison cell.”

Finally, the Frenchman took his leave, adjusting his suit and nodding solemnly to the team members he happened to pass - or scowling at them, depending.

He glanced over the security feed, and once he was satisfied, made his way to his smoking room.

Spy closed the heavy oak door, poured himself a small glass of scotch, and sat down in his chair next to the fireplace.

He put a magazine on his knee and began to flip through the pages, but his gaze soon started to wander.

He closed the magazine, tossed it into the fire, leaned into his hand, and wept.

…So what became of Informant?

Well, after a reluctant heal from Medic and a few well-deserved apologies, Informant began to try and break the cycle of self-sabotage.

The process took a lot longer than Recruit’s did - especially since Informant’s transgressions were a lot more egregious - but, little by little, they began to heal.

A lot of the time, the other mercs would have to tell them to tone it down a bit, or to cut him off completely if necessary.

Informant still almost has a panic attack if he doesn’t have the right papers, and his office is still pretty bare, but he took Spy’s advice - a few AC/DC posters hang on the leftmost wall.

As for Spy, well…he needs to have a talk with Medic.

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I am so sorry…this is all so messy and weird. One is so much longer than the other, and I’m not even sure half the dialogue sounds right.

The two headcanons were just typed out at different times, the first where I had less motivation and the second when I had more motivation. This wasn’t on purpose, it just happened.

I hope you still like it, though!

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