#and to avoid that i gotta measure every interaction

[littlelightfish]

The hearts don't mean he is in love with no one. The problem with English is how vague of the word love is in his meaning. It envolves different kinds of caring in one single word. But I'll try to express here what I mean.

He cares, as a person, about everyone. This is a basic level of love that he haves towards everybody. He doesn't want anyone to actually die, that's what I mean. He doesn't necesarily cares about someone, but he loves them enough to not want them to die.

He starts befriending someone and gets to know it. He starts liking things about them and disliking others. He starts loving this people in another way, we'll call it liking. This is more a get-to-know phase he doesn't always like. The less he knows, the less reasons to get attached get attached he has. I think this are the kind of love the hearts show in the image. He has to make sure to keep a balance between how much he loves and how much he let's himself be loved. He doesn't want to have misunderstandings. He is in constant fear of "what if I made them love me more and they care more?"

And then it comes the deeply care that love is in the non-romantic way. This care a (good) parent has for his babies. The love that makes people suffer emotionally in an absolute different way from what it could be a heartbreak or a misunderstanding between friends. If something happens to the loved one, the pain is unbearable. It's one of the worst things rhat can happen. And Chilchuck knows this, he is father of three daughters, and his wife left him. She left, he knows the pain it is to come home and find it empty when there should be someone. He knows the guilt it comes with failing those loved ones. The shame. He doesn't like being this vulnerable. This love makes him suffer like no other does. So he is very very carefull of how much he allows himself to care about someone so he won't get to love like this.

He draws a line between work and private life because his private life envolves love and deep care, and he doesn't want to love nor care like this for people who's job is to constantly risk their lifes. He doesn't want to feel the anguish, he doesn't want to feel the loneliness it will come after the unenviable separation of the party.

He tries his best to not get attached to people. To not let people get attached to him. But he fails. He fails and falls downstairs with a whole drum set.

He can't help but to care about this people. He can't help but to love this people he's been living with the past few weeks in the risking of their lifes. He tells himself he's doing this for money and that he doesn't care, but he does.

Those hearts don't mean anything other than him caring about them. He cares about Senshi. He cares about Marcille. He cares about Laios. About Itsuzumi. About Namari. He cares in a way that hurts. He loves this people. He doesn't want to even imagine a world in where they are gone, or suffering, or in problems. They're his friends, they're something he, unwillingly, accepts as family.

He cares about Falin and Mickbell because he doesn't want them dead. He doesn't feel any anguish toward if they do or not get hurt after they're out of his sight. Sure, he cares, but he can live without thinking about them the rest of his days. It doesn't happen like that with Laios. He can't just simply let Laios go and follow Fallin just after he recover consciousness from a punch in the gut. Was it Mickbell, he would let him if he really didn't wanted. But Laios didn't wanted to sit and wait, and he had to care. He had to verbalize to himself that he cared. He had to let them know, so they would act accordingly. So they won't get themselves killed like idiots.

He doesn't want others to fall in romantic love with him. He doesn't feel romantic love towards anyone either. He isn't the man for this kind of love. He is, in fact, afraid of it. He doesn't want to fall in love, because he's still in love with his wife. She left him because he was negligent. But since when has this become the definitive stop for love? Chilchuck knows his wife is angry at him, and she has all the reason to be so! His husband, the one she loved and cared for, gets himself in dangerous situations, treats his body poorly and almost never is home. She loves him, and it hurts her to love like this, so she leaves. Like this she won't have to look at him get himself mistreated like he does. She would have the pull in her's stomach that tells her that he could be in great danger, that she could become a widow, but she tries to calm it with his daughter's mail to him. He could never. He can't imagine a world in wich they cease to exist. A world without his wife, even if she distanced herself, without his daughters, would be a world worthless of living. He knows this. Because he cares and he loves in such a deep level that he is scared of loving anyone else like this. To become so vulnerable to emotion. This vulnerable to something bad happening.

The fact that he is so afraid of loosing his wife, even after she left him, says a lot. He still cares about her. He is still in love with her. He wants to go back to what it was before, but he can't and he know its his fault. And he respects his wife's distance because he loves her. Now, he doesn't love her in the movie way, he isnt in love like a teenager would to his first girlfriend, he doesn't want to kiss her, or hug her, or be by her side at all moments of the day. He loves her. He cares about her deeply, deeply enough that he doesn't need to be by her side to care, to love. He also respects her. He can survive without her because he knows she's better with his daughter. For sure he wants to hug, kiss and be by the side of this person he loves, it would be ideal, but he can survive without thinking about it too much. It's just like with his daughters. They're all adults that now live far from him. And he is ok with it now. He sends mail and recieves mail, and even if he misses greatly, he can manage not to think about it. Because he knows she is allright. Because he knows he fucked up. He doesn't know where he fuked up, but for his wife to leave him, at least he knows he did. They never talked about it, because they both seem to have a problem in expressing themselves. She fell into a bad mood and then she disappeared. The amount of pain he must have felt it's... let's say it's quite big.

He keeps his guard up. He doesn't want to love deeply anyone. He doesn't want to feel the emptiness, the hurt, that comes after someone so dear leaves. He knows for a fact he'll be leaving this people. He knows that they could die. If he loves, it will hurt in a way nothing else hurts. He will miss. He doesn't like missing people he cares like this. This is why he doesn't want to love. This is why he doesn't want to be loved. This is why those hearts that are almost full are his main source of concern. This is why he makes the effort to keep this feelings at bay, to love only in the friendly way and with extreme caution.

But he can't controll his own love. And he ends up caring more and more about these people. He slowly makes him a part of the dangerous love zone that family means. He is afraid to confuse someone about his feelings towards them, so he still tries to maintain distance with his abusive remarks, but this only works so far. He loves and is loved. And because of this he will suffer.

I... I extended myself a bit I see...

#i dont even know what im talking about anymore #but i hope i made sense #as an aroace i feel the need of being extra cautious about how people think of my relationship with them #because I dont want them to like me romantically #i want friendship #because its so uncomfortablr #not #love #so this Chil here is basically me trying to figure out if saying certain things could be considered flirting or not by the other #i shouldnt care #it isnt my fault if they do fall in love with me #but i would be happier if they didnt #to know someone is in love wirh you #and that you dont love him back #but youre still friends #so youre friends but the other wants to be more than that #and to avoid that i gotta measure every interaction #maybe im a bit paranoid #but it has happened to me to have friends fall in love with me #and i dont want to hurt their feelongs but i definitely dont lovs rhem bacj #because i care abkut them in a friendly way #and i don't want them to suffer because of me. but I dont want to suffer because of them either #its all way to complicated? yes bit thing is that chil here represents me interacting with my friends #but in my case the hearts would be romantic #dungeon meshi #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #my shit

[painted-bees]

Omg...I gotta answer this as a post because it'll probably exceed the character limit for an ask box reply...

Raf:

Already answered the candy one hehe!

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

Raf is drama averse, oh my god. He gets so, so exhausted by his own thoughts and feelings, he doesn't need any outside contributions to the turbulence in his head. Bringing drama to him is a really fast way to get him to passively avoid you completely. But also...he mist certainly does start drama himself by over reacting to things based on paranoid misinterpretations. And he really, really hates when it happens. Again, it's just so exhausting. He's gotten much better at postponing his reactions until he's gotten a second opinion, or finds himself in a better headspace to dissect the events that upset him--but he'll never be a saint about it, he gets caught off guard and slips up like anyone would. Just--sometimes it appears to someone on the outside like he can be set off over nothing.

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

Raf likes autumn..! Not too warm, very colorful...rain. He's a cozy homebody. He will listen to the rain his his window and fall asleep to it--and if he's got a Margie under arm, all the better. Cozy.

🍟 [CHIPS/FRIES] How much junk food/sometimes food does your OC eat? Has it affected their health?

...Raf's a stoner lmaoooo he eats...more junk food than he should, let's be honest. But he does also try to work it off and generally manages to avoid overindulgence...most of the time.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Raf's internal dialogue is...very cruel. But in a "cornered animal" kind of way that lashes out defensively. It seems to believe that everyone has an ulterior motive, that people only interact with him in order to gain something for themselves, often to some unknown detriment to himself. That no one is ever just nice for the sake of kindness and empathy.

And, Raf knows this voice is misguided, wrong, and harmful to listen to. It is a voice that arose to protect himself from the people who raised him. People who are no longer in his life. Though the voice is loud and seems to have the most direct sway over his moods and emotions, he has gone out of his way to develop coping mechanisms and counter measures against it--he assumes that all people are good and empathetic until he receives objective, observable proof to the contrary, or someone he trusts tells him that his bad feelings about someone are perfectly well founded for xyz reasons.

Raf just wants to treat people the way he wished he was treated growing up. That's what drives him to work on himself and not fall into the trap of jaded cynicism and self-preserving cruelty. Raf is an immeasurabley kind person. Kindness is a choice he painfully makes every single day against the violent thrashings of the injured and terrified animal that occupies his headspace.

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

I suppose jonquils...a desire for affection to be provided in return.

🍪 [BISCUIT/COOKIE] Does your OC prefer things simple or extravagant?

Simple, always. But comfortable.

🥃 [MATE] What does your OC look for in a friend? What do they find is a turn-off?

Raf really...requires someone who is honest, patient, and gentle. But he can...mostly...work with all sorts. However, he will chafe pretty severely with very assertive commanding, pushy folk. Anyone who stubbornly can't take no for an answer, or tries to find work-arounds/pushes boundaries is gonna get very cold shouldered by Raf.

🧈 [BUTTER] How soft is your OC? In what sense are they soft?

Soft like an abalone... an appealing but solid protective shell with a very soft mushy, sensitive, delicious delicacy of an interior. Uh...metaphorically speaking.

🧇 [WAFFLE] Using shape language, how would you redesign your OC?

I feel silly for having no idea what this question is asking lmao

🍹 [TROPICAL BEVERAGE] If your OC could go anywhere, where would it be?

Cottage on a quiet little sparsely populated Island is pretty much the ideal, tbh.

🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger?

Cheese, pickles, onion, tomato, ketchup, mustard, and maybe some fancy mayo sauce, idk. The works.

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

Like--typically? Rocking idly in the hammock on the deck around the cortes island cottage, listening to the distant ocean waves at sunset, watching a small orb weaver spin its web among the weaving grape vines overhead. Breeze rustling the leaves of the forest trees that boarder the property.

🌵 [CACTUS] How physically resilient is your OC?

He has a pretty high pain tolerance and good cardio..??? :U he shoulders silently through some pretty insane migraines and such. But like...he's not like...a tank or anything when it comes to blunt trauma. Don't hit the boy 😭

🍧 [SHAVED ICE] What's your OC's favourite flavour of edible thing (e.g., strawberry)?

Savory. Soy sauce...beef bouillon...caramelized onions...that kinda thing.

🍮 [CUSTARD] Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals?

Vascillating wildly between expensive restaurant and a big mac from McDonalds.

Margie!:

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

being three years old and reaching over the edge of a chair to grab a fistful of cat hair off the back of a long haired cat named Boots...so that she can shove it into her mouth. And her mom saying "no....noooo."

🍷 [WINE] Where on the 'wine aunt scale' is your OC?

Margie does not have the sassy observational chill of a wine aunt...Margie is absolutely "chaotic gay cousin" energy.

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

Significantly. Most people write her off as dorky-ditzy, directionless, lazy, and immature for her age. But--Raf describes her as being possibley the smartest, most hard working person he knows. And she has sculpted her whole life around a single, intensely passionate goal of just...making music as often and for as long as she possibly can. As for maturity, there's a lot more thought behind the decisions and actions she pursues than meets the eye...she just knows how to enjoy things in the moment and takes things as they come. Very Buddhist in her approach to most things...though she herself has no interest in learning about Buddhism and wouldn't describe any aspect of herself that way lmao

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

Pineapple yes! Favorite!!!!

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

Xeranthemum; cheerfulness under adversity.

🍪 [BISCUIT/COOKIE] Does your OC prefer things simple or extravagant?

She has extravagant taste as part of her nature but necessity has humbled it significantly lmao

🧈 [BUTTER] How soft is your OC? In what sense are they soft?

so soft, buttery soft. "cry for other people's sadness" soft.

🧇 [WAFFLE] Using shape language, how would you redesign your OC?

I still don't know what this means 😭

🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger?

ketchup, pickles, onion, that's IT!! Anything else is an abomination.

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

oh, lots of places...many places...every day, there is a place.

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

Margie is uuuh.....before she finds work at Hi-Note, she's mostly unemployed and homeless. Low social standing. She would like to change it so that she has enough money to afford university, and a place to live, and money so she can eat all the food she likes while having enough left over to treat her friends.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Her pursuit of music. She wants to do music stuff...every day. She will not compromise, this is her life.

🌲 [EVERGREEN] What does your OC's dream treehouse look like? What tree is it built upon?

Have you ever played Donkey Kong Country? You know that level with the boardwalks and beavers in the trees? That. Tree Top Town, immaculate vibes.

🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

Margie is discovering a love for psychology, thanks to Raf. She's discovering how much she really hates the public school system and how messed up a lot of parenting techniques, etc are... thanks to Raf.

🍮 [CUSTARD] Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals?

Expensive restaurant, any day!!! She loves fast food n stuff as an affordable treat but her true love is for the fancy expensive shit she could never afford...

Cortes:

Answered candy and mushroom already hehe

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

●__●♡

🍊 [ORANGE] Does your OC have a prophecy surrounding them? If they don't, what would it be?

She does not, but if she did it would probably be something crypticly describing catastrophic floods and the ending of civilizations.

🌰 [CHESTNUT] What food group does your OC mostly eat (e.g., grains, fruits)?

lmao meat [fish]

🍕 [PIZZA SLICE] How good is your OC at sharing? How do they share something if there's not enough supply?

She will share. But only with Magritte and Raf. In the context of sharing, no one else exists 😂

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

Zinnias, I suppose...

Already answered butter ehehe

🥯 [BAGEL] What does/has your OC have/had an unhealthy obsession over? What caused this obsession? How do they deal with it? Do they seek help?

Nothing Cortes does is unhealthy to Cortes, there is nothing to deal with and she requires no help.

but lord help you if you try to take away her blorbos.

🥞 [PANCAKES] What's the most your OC can eat in one sitting? At what point do they get sick?

She can devour inconceivable units. We best not think too deeply.

🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger?

Cheese, pickles, onion, beet, ketchup, mustard, mayo, egg, soy sauce, french fries, tuna fish, ranch dressing, ice cream, sour warheads, and a sprig of rosemary.

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

Among humanity has been captivating her well thus far ●__●

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

entropy.

🍸 [COCKTAIL] When was the first time your OC had an alcoholic beverage? What did they think of it?

I do not think she managed to make it past the smell.

🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

No new hates, but emotion and empathy are absolutely enchanting.

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

She believes in what is true; all and nothing

🍮 [CUSTARD] Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals?

She finds no distinction between the two and enjoys both in equal measures!

Lawrence lmao

🌽 [CORN] How good are they at hiding and finding their way?

Absolute mastery of this.

🍪 [BISCUIT/COOKIE] Does your OC prefer things simple or extravagant?

Which ever one is unavailable at the time.

🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now?

He keeps much of this close to his chest...secrets.

but he is with the trio, now. For better or worse.

🧈 [BUTTER] How soft is your OC? In what sense are they soft?

so soft, just a big soft fluffy boiiiiiii

🥨 [PRETZEL] How complicated is your OC's backstory? Who does it entwine with?

He will not impart this tale upon us.

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

There is a strange mound in the forest, at the root of an enormous tree--into which he frequently disappears.

🌲 [EVERGREEN] What does your OC's dream treehouse look like? What tree is it built upon?

Aloofly, he fails to acknowledge this question

🍮 [CUSTARD] Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals?

oh...what he wouldn't do for some proper sashimi...

#oh my god this took me like...an hour lmao ESHIII #thankku hahaha #Hi-Note #rafael #magritte #cortes

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

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[sugar-petals]

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

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tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

  A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme. 

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible. 

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink. 

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss. 

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well. 

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like. 

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect. 

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again 

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength. 

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it. 

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him. 

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him. 

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock. 

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ). 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan. 

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

NOTE - hope i could indulge you, thank you for reading!

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[ibis-gt]

ok ok i got the writing bug again. cam drives luther to the hospital to figure out why he's got Shrinks When Gay Disorder. 2k words.

~~~

“Well, Mr. Algers, from what I can tell you’ve got a very rare, very difficult autoimmune disease. We call it Gulliver’s Hanahaki.”

Luther sits glumly on the examining table, clad in a paper gown. He resists the urge to pick at the edges of it, instead keeping a tight grip on the table. Doctor’s offices always make him fidgety.

“Basically,” Dr. Townsend continues, “when your body encounters a specific form of stress, it will react in an attempt to defend itself, resulting in the reduction of size you’ve been experiencing.”

“So is there… any kind of cure?” Luther asks.

“Well, no. It’s not the kind of disease you cure.”

“Treatment of any kind? Pills I can take, shots, anything to stop it?” An edge of desperation creeps into his voice, the paper covering the table crinkling as his fingers dug into it.

“Nothing I can give you, I’m sorry to say,” Dr. Townsend sighs. “Unfortunately, its rarity means that it’s difficult to study. Any medication is still in the early trial stages and it wouldn’t be ethical for me to prescribe. There are two forms of preventative measures you can take to avoid further episodes, however.”

Luther straightens up from his slump. Thank god, something to get this nightmare to finally end!

“The first is very effective. Since the episodes are triggered by attraction to another individual and the anxiety resulting from that attraction, if you are able to avoid interactions with that individual altogether, no further anxiety will be triggered.”

Luther deflates, shoulders sagging. “That won’t work,” he mumbles. “We live in the same building.”

Dr. Townsend nods sympathetically. “I thought it might be something like that,” he sighs. “Your other option is to confess.”

Luther reels back like he’s been slapped. “Confess?”

“Yes. These episodes are made worse by bottling up your attraction or attempting to deny it. This causes the stress to compound and become more intense. If you admit your feelings to the individual you’re attracted to, then you will remove some of that stress and your episodes will be less frequent and less severe.”

“But- but that would only stress me out more!” Luther says, throwing his arms out to the sides. “I mean, I mean what if he says no? What if he says yes? What if he -”

Dr. Townsend puts a hand on Luther’s shoulder, cutting him off. His hand is… very large. Too large. Dr. Townsend and Luther are about the same height, after all, but his hand barely fits on Luther’s shoulder. Luther realizes suddenly that he’d been shrinking, and takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I see your point. I just gotta tell him how I feel. Easy peasy.”

“Hm.” the doctor says. He lets his hand drop and a tinge of sympathy colors his serious expression. “Good luck, Luther. This is a very difficult disease to live with, even once you’ve mitigated your stress as much as possible. If there’s anything else I can do to support you, please let me know. Otherwise, our consultation is at an end for today. I’ll start reaching out and seeing what options there are for you - maybe a support group would help?”

“Thank you, doctor. That would be nice, actually. Um. Quick question - how… small can I get? Could I just… entirely disappear?”

Dr. Townsend lets out a huge sigh. “Well… on record, the smallest a person with Gulliver’s Hanahaki has been reliably measured at is about one and a quarter inch. There are rumors of people getting down to five centimeters, but frankly, that’s just ridiculous.”

Luther stares at the doctor for a long moment. “Right. Ridiculous.”

~~~

When he gets out to the waiting room, Luther is surprised to see Cam sitting there.

“I thought you left? You didn’t have to stick around.”

“Figured you might need a ride back. Wouldn’t want you shrinking on the way over.” Cam stands and stretches, rolling his neck. “Ugh. Little stiff,” he mutters.

Luther tries to get his racing heart back under control. He’s a little shorter than usual, and having Cam loom over him like this… it’s not doing him any favors in the height department. But he manages to keep a handle on himself as they walk out to the parking lot. Cam’s quiet for a bit, but once the car starts up, the questions begin.

“So, what’d the doctor say?” Cam asks, glancing over his shoulder as he backs out of the parking spot. A little ball of panic starts to form in Luther’s gut. Oh, nothing much, just that I’m going to shrink every time I’m awkward around my crush. Which is you, by the way.

“Uh, it’s… an autoimmune disorder,” Luther mumbles. “Rare one. They don’t know a lot about it yet.”

“Okay, makes sense,” Cam says. Luckily his eyes are on the road, so he doesn’t notice Luther losing an inch. “What’s it called?”

“G - “ Luther starts, then catches himself. What if Cam looks it up later and figures it out? He shrinks a little bit more and swallows, trying to clear his throat. “I… the name was… it was very long and I didn’t really, uh, catch it.”

Cam chuckles quietly. The sound reverberates around the inside of Luther’s skull. It’s so musical and sweet. He clutches the seatbelt and shrinks some more.

“Yeah, some of them have weird names. What kinda treatment are you lookin’ at?”

“Uh… this was just like, a consultation, to identify it? So we’re gonna do treatment next time.” Luther doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears. Cam glances sideways at him and his heart skips a beat.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Cam says, looking the other way as he makes a turn. “It’s medical stuff, it’s personal. I’m sorry for prying.”

“No, no, it’s not that! It’s… just a lot to take in, and I’m still - there’s a couple things it could be actually and they don’t know for sure so they took blood samples, and there’s tests that are gonna come back later, and um, uh…” Luther trails off. He’s shrunk so much now that the seat belt presses uncomfortably across his chest and neck, and the tension on it makes it difficult to adjust. He’d been staring out the windshield as he rambled, but now he’s too short to see much more than the sky. He feels Cam pull the car over and turn off the engine. Luther slowly turns to his left and looks up at Cam, who stares down at him in turn. Luther, maybe two feet high now, offers a shaky smile.

“There’s, um. No cure. Or treatment,” he says in a soft, wavering voice. “I just… live like this now.”

Cam tilts his head to one side like he’s trying to decide on something. He shifts in his seat, turns his body a little to face Luther, and props up one arm on the headrest. Then he sighs.

“You’re too short to sit in the front now,” he says. He glances to the backseat. Luther follows his gaze and stares in horror at the car seat sitting neatly behind the driver’s side.

“Oh, no,” Luther whispers. He raises his voice as Cam shifts again and undoes his seat belt. “No, no, no, no, I am not going in that! Cam!” But it’s too late. Cam opens the car door and gets out, then shuts it behind him. Luther slams down on the release button for his own seat belt with both hands, keeping his eyes on Cam through the windshield as he walks around the front of the car. The belt retracts with such force that it knocks him sideways, and it takes him a moment to right himself and get his bearings again. Before he can try to run or hide, the door opens, and Cam reaches in for him.

“No, please, come on,” Luther pleads. He backs up as far as he can, but Cam easily gets his hand around Luther’s middle and lifts him up. “I’m an adult, a full grown man, I can’t go in a baby seat! Please, Cam, don’t put me in that thing, why do you even have it? It’s so humiliating, you can’t do this!”

“Number one,” Cam says, opening the back door. “I can put you in it, I have plenty of practice wrangling my niece in there.” He sets Luther down and gets to work on the straps, easily subduing Luther’s halfhearted attempts to squirm free. “Number two, this is about traffic laws. If I’m driving around with someone under four feet in my front seat, I’m gonna get pulled over, and if you wanna explain to the officer that you’re a full grown adult and pay the ticket, be my guest. And number three,” he says, clicking the last buckle into place, “this is about your safety. We get in an accident, that seat belt up front is gonna do you more harm than good.” He straightens up again and shuts the door. Luther puts his head in his hands, trying not to break down in tears. That would only make it worse. The words ‘this is about your safety’ echo around his head in his father’s voice. He hears the driver’s side door open and close, hears Cam settle himself in, and manages to speak up.

“Just… please don’t laugh. Or take pictures, or anything.” He risks a glance between his fingers. Cam is looking at him in the rearview mirror, no amusement or pity visible in his eyes.

“I won’t.” The sincerity in his voice takes Luther by surprise. “This isn’t funny. This is really serious, and I’m sorry I had to do that.” He turns the key in the ignition and pulls the car back onto the road. “We’re nearly home. You won’t have to be there for long.”

Luther stares miserably out the window at the sky above. True to Cam’s word, it’s only another ten minutes before they’re pulling into the apartment complex’s lot. As soon as the car’s turned off, Luther starts pulling at the straps, trying to figure out how to get himself free. Cam comes around to his side again and opens the door.

“I got it, I got it,” Luther assures him. “It’s just this one, right? No… wait, this one? Or is it… um…”

“Let me,” Cam says softly. He reaches in and has the whole contraption undone in an instant. Then, to Luther’s surprise, Cam scoops him up and holds him against his chest like he’s a toddler. Luther’s arms hang over Cam’s shoulder as he blinks in shock. Cam whistles as he approaches the door to their building, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He opens the door one-handed and starts the climb up the stairs to their floor. Luther should say something, this is horribly demeaning, but… it’s also undeniably very nice. He feels supported and safe, and he’s so close to Cam but the usual stab of anxiety is totally absent. He could almost drift off like this.

Cam reaches his door and unlocks it, then stops suddenly and looks at Luther.

“Oh! Shit! I’m so sorry, it was kind of like muscle memory, I guess? God, I’m sorry.” He lowers Luther to the floor and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s… that’s okay. The stairs would’ve sucked to climb right now anyway.” Luther should leave, Cam’s still got the door open for him, but… “Do you mind if I stay for a bit? Just until I get a little bigger? Um, I can’t really reach my door handle right now, so…”

Cam smiles, and that familiar pang of anxiety flutters up inside Luther again. “Yeah, you can hang out here. You’re always welcome.” He turns and trudges towards the kitchen, his footsteps shaking the floor as he passes Luther. “It’s pot roast tonight, anyway. Even if you get your height back in the next five minutes, I’d insist you stay for dinner.”

Luther thinks about the doctor’s advice. Confess your feelings, and all of this gets easier. But when he goes to open his mouth, he loses another three inches all in one go. Luther digs his nails into his palms and sets his jaw. Not just yet, then. But soon. Eventually.

One of these days.

#writing #cam and luther #no idea what 2 call this one im workin on it #g/t #giant tiny #i was really like 'what's the dumbest thing i could call it. oh i know. gulliver's hanahaki.' #anyway this was 100% just bc i wanted to write the car seat bit and needed justification for it #gulliver's hanahaki

[aotfilled]

Jealousy Killed the Cat

summary: you and dom!eren are secretly friends with a lot of benefits, but what happens after the tension that has clouded your mind finally snaps during a night out with your friend group? (modern!au, college!au)

warnings: spanking, degradation, intoxication (alcohol & marijuana), unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), rope play, choking

! nsfw !

The club was filled with a lively buzz, with colorful lights flashing every few milliseconds to add to the tipsy feeling you were already experiencing.

The week you had was far from easy, so when your group of friends invited you to Club Rose, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Even though your friendship with Eren Jaeger, a close friend within your immediate friend group, had been filled with sexual? tension lately.

You knew it was wrong, all the intimacy you two had been sharing with no label and no commitment. The way you both hid it from your friends felt even more wrong, but to be honest, the secrecy was one of the best parts for the both of you. The way you quietly tip toed out of your apartment you shared with your best friend, Sasha, in order to sneak out to meet Eren. Or the way you couldn’t lay your phone on a table around your girl friends because of the dirty texts you might receive from one of their best friends.

But lately, Eren had been distant. Angry, even. You hadn’t talked to him in almost two weeks, and when you saw him at the local coffee shop on your university’s campus, he gave you a quick eyebrow shrug and pushed past you without a word.

This interaction had pissed you off in more than one way and you weren’t willing to reach out and uncover the reason he was acting like a two year old. So, you let him be and decided that some space was probably for the best. The feelings you were developing were undeniable, no matter how hard you tried to develop them. The way Eren pleased you would have anyone falling for him, it was just unfortunate that he happened to be your best friend since high school.

But, whether he liked it or not, he would be seeing you tonight. In a tight, silky black dress that shimmered when the club lights hit it right. Your hair fell lightly around your collarbones and grazed the dip in your back. You had no doubt that more than one guy, or girl, would approach you tonight, but your eyes were focused on one brunette only.

You sat at a high table with a fruity drink in your hand. Mikasa and Sasha sat on your sides, their shoulders grazing yours every few seconds as they spoke about their week with school. Annie sat across you, with her arms crossed and a bored expression. Ymir and her girlfriend Historia smiled tranquilly as they spoke in hushed whispers every few minutes, obviously sharing some inside jokes while everyone talked.

The girls had agreed to meet at Club Rose before the guys of the group showed up, deciding that it was best for you guys to pregame a bit to loosen your nerves for the night. Clubbing wasn’t an every weekend thing, usually your friend group just gathered at someone’s apartment and drank or smoked there, but every once in a while everyone liked to get dressed up to enjoy a night out.

The pinkish drink in your hand had already begun it’s affects, with your head feeling slightly lighter and a small smile permanently plastered on your face.

After about 15 minutes, Sasha got a buzz from Connie, who informed her that him, Jean, and Armin were making their way through the doors. Your mind filled with thoughts about Eren. Where was he? Was he taking his own car for a reason? Did he plan to take someone home?

Almost as quickly as they came, your thoughts vanished when you felt a hand meet your lower back. Your eyes fluttered up, hoping to see the familiar emerald eyes that you had been longing for all week.

Instead, you were met with the eyes of your close friend Jean, who pulled you in for a hug after greeting Sasha and Mikasa with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Jeany boy.” You said with a smile and turned your head back to the table with a small pang in your chest. Of course it wasn’t Eren’s hand.

“How are my favorite ladies tonight?” Connie waved over the waiter to get a drink as he directed the attention to our table. Annie nodded and Ymir gave a quick thumbs up. “School sucks.” You exclaimed, but flashed a smile nonetheless.

As Connie and Armin spoke about a class they shared together, your mind trailed off as your finger circled the rim of your glass.

Your mind flashed to a few weeks ago, when Eren had texted you in the middle of the night. Your eyes were heavy, but lifted your head to see the notification anyways.

“I’m outside.”

His text was brief, but you knew what it meant. This had happened once before, but you were met with a car full with Armin, Jean, and Connie who had a preroll waiting for you in the backseat. But this time was different, and you knew it.

You slid out of bed and peaked out the blinds of your window. Sure enough, Eren was parked outside with his lights dimmed and music turned down.

You slipped into a pair of boxers gifted to you by Sasha and an oversized t-shirt that hung at your mid-thigh. You caught a glance at yourself in the mirror and concluded that the least you could do was run a brush through your hair.

After cleaning up and throwing on a pair of socks, you quietly made your way through the dark hallways of your apartment with your sneakers in your hand. You made sure to shuffle past Sashas room, even though it was obvious that she was out cold by the sound of her white noise blaring.

As you made your way outside, your heart fluttered with excitement. Erens muscular figure was dark inside his sports car, but as he rolled down the window, you could see a faint smile on his face.

Climbing into his car, the indefinite smell of weed indulged your senses, along with the soft sound of rap music coming from his radio.

“Hey YN.” Eren found your face in the dark, a hand coming to rest on your thigh as he took off down the street.

You remember the way his eyes met yours, a soft, yet predatory look in them that sent shivers down your spine and settled in your abdomen. You could feel heat pool in your lower stomach as you watched him drive, his large hand gripping the wheel. The same hand that would later be choking you as he flicked his tongue over your most sensitive spots..

“YN.” Your eyes snapped up to find Armin staring at you, along with the rest of the group eyeing you suspiciously.

“Yeah what’s up?” You said with a sheepish smile, redness spreading across your cheeks.

Connie and Armin exchanged a glance. “Did you smoke before you came?” They questioned with a light chuckle. Mikasa snorted and Sasha poked your rib lightly.

“No I didn’t,” you exchanged a laugh, “Sorry I was just zoning out. It’s loud in here y’know.” You explained with a shrug that seemed to please the group enough to move their attention away from you.

“Anyways,” Jean said with an exaggerated tone. “Where’s Eren?”

Your head perked up at the name and your eyes shuffled around the group to see who would answer. “He told me he’d be here in 5.” Armin answered.

Almost on command, the tall brunette made his way through the club entrance. His face was expressionless, his eyes shifting from the dance floor to your group of friends at the table.

He grabbed a dark bottle from the bar and made his way through the club.

“Hi Erennnn!” Sasha said with a toothy grin, followed by “hi’s” from the rest of the group.

You gave Eren a nod, with a small smile in order to avoid the exposure of annoyance you felt with Eren to the rest of the group.

“Where you been?” Mikasa nudged her friend.

“What does it matter to you?” Eren gave a small snicker, which resulted in an eye roll from Mikasa.

At this point, you decided a second drink was definitely necessary. As you slid off your barstool and padded towards the bar, and could smell the faint scent of weed lingering off of Eren. Your heart sunk. Did he smoke with someone? Or alone?

You decided it wouldn’t matter by the end of the night, and ordered 3 tequila shots for you and your friends. There’s nothing more you wanted to do right now than get plastered in the middle of this club, and leave Eren to watch.

“Guess what I got!” You exclaimed in a singsong voice as you placed the two shots in front of Sasha and Mikasa.

“Good God.” Mika said with a heavy laugh. “This is why you’re the best, YN.” Sasha planted a kiss on your cheek and took the shot in her hand.

You caught Eren’s eyes on you, he was trying to figure you out. Eren knew you didn’t like to drink nearly as much as you liked to smoke. You always complained about the after effects of drinking, and about how you lost yourself in the drink almost every single time. He knew what you were doing.

The three shot glasses clinked, and they were washed down the hatch. Mika’s face scrunched in disgust, Sasha’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she indulged in the bitter taste, and you closed your eyes with fake pleasure.

“We gotta get some.” Connie elbowed Eren and Jean, Armin nodding along. “Come with me Jean.” Connie insisted as the two boys left the table.

“So Eren how were classes this week?” You asked with a naive smile, a newfound confidence appeared in your stomach after your first shot.

He shot you a look, his emerald eyes flashed a hungry expression as he measured the way your dress clung to your body. You noticed, but Eren didn’t know that.

“They’re fine.” His blank response told you to not ask anymore questions, and you were fine with that. I’m not chasing someone who doesn’t want to be chased.

After a few moments, Connie and Jean returned with more shots for the entire group.

Your face lit up at the sight, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Fuck yeah.” Sasha exclaimed, gripping a glass in her fingers.

Jean slid one towards Annie, who shook her head in disgust.

“Fine, i’ll take it.” You took her shot, now one in both hands.

Eren glanced at you. You turned your heads towards him, your chin tilted up to level with his tall figure. “What?” You asked with a daring smirk. He shook his head and turned back towards the table.

“On three!” Armin shouted. The countdown began, and on three everyone tipped their heads back to get their drink down. You quickly took the second shot without a hesitation.

“Damn YN!” Jean said with a proud smile, his hand wrapping around your shoulder.

Your vision felt fuzzy and your legs grew light. This night would be good, with or without Eren’s body on yours.

——————————————————————————

The next hour was filled with tipsy laughs and playful jokes. Your friend group was having fun, everyone’s heads feeling lighter after the rough week.

Your eyes kept shifting towards Eren, like it was natural. He didn’t even have to be talking, but his muscular figure automatically attracted your attention like glue.

He hadn’t paid any mind to you all night. Anger flared in your chest with each glance you stole at him while he sipped on his drink, acting oblivious to your looks.

You decided it was time to show him up.

“Let’s dance.” You looped your arm through Connie and Jeans elbows, their pink cheeks lighting up at the thought of dancing, especially with you.

You could acknowledge that the majority of your friend group thought you were attractive and would jump on you in a heartbeat if you were just some random stranger at the club. You didn’t mind admitting that the rest of your group didn’t lack in the attractiveness department either.

You pulled Jeans hand around your waist, beckoning Mika and Sasha to join you with a wave of your hand.

Sasha hurriedly jumped off her seat, dragging Mika by her hand to the dance floor.

Loud pop music blared from the speakers, and suddenly the tipsy feeling turned into more of a drunk feeling.

The alcohol boosted your confidence with ease as you fell back onto Connie, your back grazing his chest as you twirled Jean around like a princess. Your actions resulted in a hefty laugh from Connie, his vibrations pulsing through his chest and onto your bare back.

You knew this wasn’t quite enough to make Eren as jealous as you were intending. So, you resorted to the one thing that would really make Eren pay attention to you.

You slipped away from Jean and Connie, letting the two, drunken goofy boys dance next to each other.

You spotted Mika’s dark hair next to Sasha and looped your fingers around her wrist. “Sorry Sash, I’m going to steal her for a second.” You apologized with a wink and pointed towards Jean and Connie, motioning for Sasha to join them.

The colorful lights splashed across you and Mika’s faces, suddenly closer than you intended. You backed towards the center of the floor, making sure you were visible to where Eren sat next to Annie and Armin.

You hoped what happened next would be okay with Mikasa.

Your arm fell over Mika’s shoulder and around to the back of her neck, allowing for almost no space to slip between your bodies. You gave a tilt of your head, silently asking permission to continue.

Mika chuckled and gripped your wrist in her other hand, dragging your other arm around to the back of her neck, where it met your other hand.

She spun you around, your back pinned against her chest as she moved up and down to the rhythm booming through the speaker above your heads.

Suddenly, like lightning, your eyes met Eren’s.

There was almost no indication of jealousy. But, he gave it away with the way his teeth hooked into his bottom lip. It proved that he was seething with anger and jealousy as he watched his two high school best friends rub against each other like long lost lovers.

You flashed him a wide grin, pulling Mika’s head down into your neck, where she grazed the crook of your neck with her lips.

Eren got up instantly, walking towards the dance floor.

Your heart raced, almost beating out of your chest. Was he really going to pull you away from Mika? In front of all his friends?

The tall brunette walked straight past you.

That bastard.

Instead of going to you, he picked out a random girl from the crowd who was dancing with her friend. Her hair was bright blond and her brown eyes twinkled from the lights.

Holy fuck.

Eren pulled the girl to a corner of the floor, spinning her around as she danced on him like a rabid dog. It was like she was his prize, and she knew it. Her blonde hair bounced and flicked while she giggled and swayed with the music.

Mika felt the falter in your movements, and looked up to match where your eyes trailed off. “Looks like Eren found his toy for tonight.” She said with a sigh.

“Ew gross, don’t say it like that.” You tried to lighten the conversation with a small laugh. But you couldn’t help but feel the sadness creeping into your chest.

“I’m going to grab another drink, you want anything?” You squeezed Mika’s wrist. “No thanks, I’m good.” She returned a soft smile and shuffled her way over to Connie and Sasha, who looked deeply involved in a dance battle within a circle of people.

The pain in your chest couldn’t allow you to think about how cute and fun your friends were being in the moment. Instead, you made your way off the dance floor and over to the bar, where you sat silently. You didn’t even feel like actually ordering another drink.

After a few minutes, a large hand rested on your shoulder.

Expecting it to be Jean again, you rolled your eyes and turned your eyes to your hands.

“What do you want Jean?” The exhaustion in your voice gave away the sadness that infested your body.

“What the fuck was that about?”

A familiar breath grazed your ear, the hair around it slightly blowing to the side. If you hadn’t been indulged in your own feelings, you would’ve picked up on the signature scent of marijuana that Eren tends to carry around.

You didn’t even want to look him, let alone give him the time of day after the shit he pulled with that annoying blonde girl.

“What do you want, Eren?” You repeated your earlier question, but instead replaced Jeans name with bitter anger dripping off your tongue.

His hand snaked from your shoulder to the back of your neck, his familiar cold rings sweeping across your skin. The act sent goosebumps fleeing across your back and thighs.

“All I have to do is touch you to turn you on. Pathetic.” He spat out his words like they had a bad taste.

“Get the fuck off of me and go bang your new blonde girlfriend.” You stood up, the sudden irritation fueled by your own mentioning of his girl toy for the night.

Eren casually stepped in front of you, his silhouette looming over you like a predator with its prey. “Who said you can speak to me like that.” His emerald eyes flicked with anticipation, anger, excitement?

“You heard what I said.” Suddenly, you found yourself missing the courage you had just a few seconds ago. Your voice trailed off as you finished your sentence. Replacing it was a small squeak that you wish you never let out.

Eren gave you a light shove back into your barstool, hopping into the one across from you. His knee drove your legs slightly apart, giving him a good enough chance to glance at your underwear if he wanted to take it.

“You know.. there seems to be punishment for brats who act like whores.” Eren’s words made you flinch. “Trying to make me jealous? With Mikasa? Are you fucking stupid?”

Wether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not, his degradation caused heat to grow in your lower stomach and gather in your panties. Fuck, why did you have to wear grey colored underwear?

Eren narrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes. He scoffed. How did he know exactly what you were thinking just by meeting your eyes with his?

“You’re serious?” The side of his mouth slowly twitched into a smile. “You’re getting turned on by me calling you a whore?”

With the last word, he stood up.

“A brat?” He moved closer to you. The only thing stopping his leg from touching your clothed heat was the barstool you sat on.

“N-no.” You stuttered, forcing yourself to swallow the saliva that built up in your throat.

Eren’s hand met the armrest on your chair. “You know how bad people want to fuck you, YN? Jean? Connie?” His words sent your vision blurry.

You knew your friends found you attractive, but fuckable? Since when?!

“They talk about you like you’re a trophy. Sitting pretty, waiting for someone to snatch you up and take you home to sit on their shelf.”

You knew what shelf meant. And it did not mean the thing you use to hold your books.

“You know what? I’m sure if they found out how much of a cockslut you are, they wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you until you couldn’t walk.” Eren looked disgusted now, but his free hand began to roam.

It trailed up your leg, fingers slipping into the slit of your dress that had become far too hiked up for your liking. You realize your grey thong was very, very visible.

“But they couldn’t fuck you like I do.” With that, you felt a presence over your shoulder.

“Hey guys! What’s up? I was wondering where YN went, she disappeared off the dance floor and I couldn’t find her.”

It was Connie. Damn you Connie.

“Yeah I guess she stumbled back over to the bar. She was just asking me to take her home, I think that third shot hit her hard. Right YN?” Eren looked down at you, a shadow falling over his eyes.

You cleared your throat, this was your chance to either stay and party till 1am with your best friends, or let Eren take you home and fuck you senseless.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling kind of sick. I think I’m going to head home and crash.”

You chose the latter decision.

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You hugged your friends goodnight and told them you’d text them when you got home to make sure you arrived safe. They all trusted that Eren would make sure you got home.

Eren practically dragged you out of the bar, with a tight grip on your wrist. His rings would definitely leave a bruise for the next day or two.

He unlocked his car, not even bothering to open the car door for you like he would normally do in this situation.

The dialogue on the way to your apartment was pretty much silent, except for the small taps that Eren’s rings made on his steering wheel as he matched them to the beat of the loud rap coming from his radio.

Eren always enjoyed loud music. It helped him forget his emotions, which he usually found someway to do. It just happened that music was the easiest. That’s the same reason he enjoys going clubbing with everyone. That and he gets to see you in the smallest clothing you own.

The drunken feeling still lingered, but definitely less strong than before.

He parked in the parking lot of your apartment complex. This meant he was coming inside.

“Get out.” He said swiftly, climbing out of his car and closing the door with a huff.

Eren locked the car and followed you up the stairs, into your apartment.

You unlocked the door, your hands gently shaking from the amount of alcohol and adrenaline rushing through your system.

As Eren stepped inside, you shut and locked the door behind him. You turned to walk further into your apartment, but you were greeted with Eren’s figure blocking your way.

You bumped into him chest first. “Uhm-“ Your eyes trailed up his body. God did he look good tonight. He had on loose-fitting black jeans with a tighter white shirt and a brown-yellow flannel. And of course, his favorite Nike sneakers.

Out of what felt like seemingly nowhere, his hand met your throat. He took a strong step forward, sending your back into the door behind you.

You know you couldn’t fight in this position, not that you even wanted to.

“E-Eren.” Both of your small hands reached up to grab at the wrist that was choking you. Eren shut that down immediately, grasping both of your wrists in one hand and pressing them above your head.

Fuck, why was he so strong?

There was no telling what he was going to do to you.

“Do you know how angry it makes me?” His face was close to yours now, the smell of alcohol dripping off of both of your tongues and mixing together in the air.

“How angry what makes you?” You managed to squeak out as you squeezed your eyes in an effort to blink the alcohol-induced blurriness out of your eyes.

“Seeing all of my friends, except me, get to touch on you. They all enjoy it so much. They don’t even know how I make you feel.” Eren growled as he dipped his head to the side of your face, his lips almost grazing your ear.

Your legs began to falter at the overstimulation he was causing you. Your arms were tired and heavy from being pinned above your head, and his grip on your throat felt as if it was getting tighter every second.

“Your legs are already shaking for me. God, you’re such a slut.” Eren pushed off of you, releasing his grip from your throat and wrists.

Your legs buckled from the sharp inhale of oxygen your lungs made you take. The door aided you on your slide down to the ground.

“At least they touch me..”

You knew it was dangerous. You knew the game you were playing would end up in you getting rounds of punishments for weeks. But you didn’t care, not in this moment anyways.

Eren’s back was towards you, but he stopped in his tracks at the statement you made.

A slow, hypnotic laugh erupted from his throat. It would’ve scared you if the wetness in your pants wasn’t clogging your entire mind.

“Get up. Now.” Eren demanded.

You sighed, using the doorknob to help yourself up.

Quickly, as if in a rush, Eren strode over to you. He placed his hands on either side of your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder, like a rag doll.

He moved without faltering his steps, like you weighed absolutely nothing on his shoulder. Your ass stuck in the air, fully exposing anything you were not-so attempting to hide since you got home.

As he opened the door to your room, Eren tossed you onto your bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, like he was waiting for something.

“Er-“ You opened your mouth to speak but was met with Eren’s hand on your throat again. He removed his hand and grabbed your arms, leading you off the bed to stand in front of his sitting figure.

“Bend over my knees.” He said, his face blank and expressionless.

“What?” You almost scoffed. “You’re gonna spank me like a-“ You pursed your lips together when Eren started shaking his head, a smirk growing on his face.

“Are you questioning me?”

You gulped, leaning your torso over Eren’s lap, your ass in the air. You struggled to pull your dress down, and in the struggle you felt Eren’s hand grab your wrist again.

This time, he pinned both your hands on your back, like he had his own personal handcuffs.

“Stop fixing your dress like you weren’t asking for this all night like a whore.” He pressed your arms into your back, causing a sharp hiss to escape your lips.

His free hand traveled over the back of your thighs, slowly lifting the bottom of your dress until it bunched just over your ass. Everything was his to take now.

He rubbed his fingers over your clothed clit, a way to see your pretty legs buckle at his touch.

“P-please Eren..” You begged, your back arching at the faintest touch he gave you.

“Shut the fuck up.” Eren continued to play with your pussy, sliding his fingers through your folds and dragging the wetness to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whimpered as he teased and played. You were about to start kicking and begging when Eren suddenly slips your damp panties off. In one move he bundles them up and stuffs them into your parted mouth, muffling your mewls of pleasure.

You feel a moment of hesitation from Eren, but you fail to crane your neck to see what he’s doing. A loud cracking sound erupts into the room, followed by a sharp stinging sensation on your ass.

“Fuck.” You mumble, biting down on the underwear in your mouth.

“You have 4 of those, since you made me jealous 4 times tonight.”

Without taking a moment to even massage the swelling lump, Eren brings another hand onto your other asscheek.

Your knees buckle, then bend in pain. You slump even further over Eren’s lap, with your toes barely touching the floor. The cold air instantly relieves the burning feeling, but soon another slap follows.

You couldn’t help it, but your thighs grew more and more slick with each spank.

“God you’re so pathetic. Look at you, getting wet by me spanking you like a little girl.” Eren gathered some of your wetness on his middle finger. He tilted his head to meet your eyes, which welled with tears of pain and pleasure.

“Here,” Eren removed the panties from your mouth. He pushed his middle finger into your mouth to replace the underwear, forcing you to taste your own arousal.

“I want to hear how you react to the last one.” Eren took out his finger and placed his hand on the burning spot of your ass. He kneaded it gently, but soon all of his mercy was gone.

Eren winded his hand back, sending it flying back down onto your ass. You let out a loud whimper, followed by small sobs.

“I would say you were a good girl for taking those, but you deserved them.” Eren purred into your ear.

You rubbed your thighs together, the desire of friction on your clit was unbearable. You struggled against his firm hand on your wrists.

“Ah-ah. You’re not breaking free just yet.” Eren traced the outline of your pussy, very obviously teasing the area where you needed his fingers the most.

You managed to cry out a beg. “Please I need your fingers- anything Eren please.” You hiccuped.

A low chuckle sounded from Eren as he pressed into the bundle of nerves that were pleading to be touched.

Your body reacted by lunging forward, making it look like you were trying to escape.

“Hey.” Eren’s firm voice rang in your ears. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He released the grip on your wrists and laced his fingers through the roots of your hair, pulling back with a firm tug.

A mewl escaped your lips. You stuck your ass further in the air, the chilly breeze of the fan hitting your pussy’s wet flaps.

“Fine. Get up.” Eren brought you to your feet, your legs wobbling as you tried to sit down on the bed.

You fell back onto your bed, staring at the ceilings intricate details as your brain fogged with arousal and anticipation.

“I’ll be back. Don’t move.” Eren exited your room and you heard the front door close.

Where the fuck did he go?

Personally, you were okay with getting a moments rest to observe the red welp on your ass in the body mirror next to your bed. You winced at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing over it.

The front door opened again.

Soon, Eren returned to your room with two red ropes in his hands.

Jesus, could he get any more kinky?

“Eren..?” Your voice trailed off with a questionable tone.

He made his way over to your bed, standing above you with both ropes in his hand.

“Take your dress off.” The demand made you hesitate, but cooperate nonetheless. You were left in nothing but the black lace bra that Eren had voiced once before that he loved.

“You wore it just for me, huh?” He said with a cocked eyebrow. You gave a small smile in confirmation. “Hmph.” Eren gave a small laugh. “Take it off too.”

You obeyed.

He grabbed one of your wrists and began looping the rope over it. “Is this okay?” He stopped for a moment, his voice softening with genuine care.

You nodded, gulping at the way he tightened the loop over your wrist. He dragged the other end to the top of your bed, tying it to the tall bedpost.

He repeated the action with the other hand, leaving you completely open to whatever he wanted to do.

“Seeing you like this makes me go insane. Even more than when I saw you all over Connie and Jean.” He lowered himself in front of your face.

“I-I’m sorry, Eren.” You hiccuped, pushing your knees together from the slight feeling of embarrassment of being completely exposed to him.

“It’s too late for apologies, YN.”

Eren planted a kiss on your collarbone, trailing them down till he reached your lower stomach. Biting your lip in hesitation, you tried to shift yourself further up the bed.

Eren gripped your hip in an attempt to keep you from moving. A small yelp left your lips.

He moved towards your heat, his breath causing goosebumps to spread across your entire body.

“Ah- Shit Eren.” You said with a high pitched groan. He connected his lips with your clit, a low laugh sent vibrations through the entire lower half of your body.

You bucked your hips, allowing more of your heat to meet his lips.

“So eager..” Eren purred, slipping a finger into you.

You bit down on your lip, muffling the whimpers that tried to leave your throat.

Eren began pumping two fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. You tried to stifle the howls of pleasure but they slipped right through your lips. Eren knew how to make you feel euphoric.

As he drove his fingers in and out of you, Eren massaged your clit with his thumb.

You were easily brought close to your climax, and Eren could sense it approaching by your loud whimpers and weak legs.

“Fuck Daddy please keep going,” You begged. You could feel Eren’s movements delay by the nickname you called him. But without hesitation, he drove you to your first of many climaxes.

“There you go. Cum for me baby, you got it.” Eren praised.

He was relentless through your high, continuing to pump and knead your sensitive cunt. You squirmed under Eren, trying your best to avoid the overstimulation that he was about to cause.

Eren pulled his fingers out of you, creating a space between you and him as he stepped back.

“You’re so beautiful.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on your jaw. “You’re a good girl when you want to be.”

The compliment made your heart soar and your back arch.

“Please fuck me Eren..”

Without delay, you heard the sound of Eren’s belt unclasp. Excitement filled your body and leaked from between your thighs.

Eren ran his length through your folds, dragging your arousal over his own dick. “Shit..” his voice trailed off as he lined himself at your entrance.

He plunged into your small cunt with no mercy. You let out a loud hiss, followed by continuous whines and moans as Eren stroked himself in and out of you.

“You take me so good, YN.”

After several minutes you began to feel the spring in your stomach start to contract and you felt yourself on the verge of your next release. Eren’s inconsistent groans and inhales told you he was close as well.

“Finish in me-“ your breath hitched as you struggled to let the words out. All you wanted was to feel all of Eren inside of you.

The next few seconds were filled with loud sighs and whines as both you and Eren finished together.

As he fell over you, pulling out, you glanced over to the clock that sat on your nightstand. It read 1:12AM.

Oh shit, Sasha is going to be home soon...

As if on command, you heard the front door swing open, followed by the sound of dangling car keys being set down on your kitchen table.

“YN! Your dumbass left the door open!” Sasha called from downstairs. Snickers from Connie and Jean trailed behind.

Well, fuck.

#eren x y/n #eren smut #aot #attack on titan eren #eren jäger #attack on titan #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #shingeki no kyojin #anime

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Rented ~ Rafe Cameron

Blurb: Rafe decides to pay your brother Barry to rent you as his date for midsummers and it turns into something a little more.

Word Count: 4,516

Warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking, swearing, canon Rafe in the beginning, age gap (16 and 19), probably spelling errors, kind of horribly written towards the end, i think that’s all.

I just want to say that it’s not okay to rent out your friends or family members without their consent or just in general so...don’t be Barry. Also, google told me age of consent in North Carolina is 16 but THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT CONDONE A RELATIONSHIP WHERE ONE (OR MORE) OF THE PEOPLE IN A RELATIONSHIP IS A MINOR AND THE OTHER (OR OTHERS) IS AN ADULT. I DO NOT CONDONE IT AND DO NOT RECOMMEND IT. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND FOR THE STORY.

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Being Barrys younger sister sucked ass. 

He was your legal guardian until you were 18 and he couldn't care less about your well-being if you were being honest. It was well-known that Barry was your brother after all the times he dragged you home from somewhere or constantly called you, telling you to get home. If you opted for turning off your phone, he'd come looking for you or offer someone a gram at half-price if they brought you home.

There was the one time you were at the chateau late one night and he told you that if you weren’t home by 10, you'd be sleeping outside cause he wasn’t going to get up to unlock the door.

JJ dropped you off at 10:01 and, sure enough, a blanket and pillow were sitting on the porch for you. When JJ stopped by later to drop off your phone that you left behind on accident, he saw you sleeping on the ground and took a crowbar to your window.

JJ seemed to be the only one who liked you for you. 

Most of the time when people approached you and became your friend, they did it because they thought that being your friend meant discounted coke. 

It didn't. Frankly, Barry didn’t want you sticking your nose in his little empire. You minded your business and he minded his for the most part.

JJ was probably the first real friend you had. It was very simple of how the friendship formed, he saw someone push you, and he punched them. Why? You don’t know. That was just JJ Maybank for you. 

You repaid the favor the next day when a girl poured her water on him and you broke her nose for him. He laughed as you passed him your sweatshirt so he could dry himself off before you were dragged to the office.

You had also tried convincing Barry to stop selling to Luke Maybank but Barry just said "money is money. I’m not turning away a paying customer just so your little boyfriend can be happy. My happiness comes first. How do you think I feed you?"

8th grade was a wild year.

The first time you ever met Rafe was when he was a senior in high school and you were a freshman.

There was a kegger on the beach and you were on keeping JJ under control duty like every other time. It was a well-known fact around that you could talk JJ down from a fight and keep him from pounding people’s faces in. After all, you liked to avoid conflict and would rather have problems talked out rather than fought out.

So it was no shock when Topper, Kelce, and Rafe showed up and stood in front of you guys for their beers, you had a hand on JJs shoulder and shooting him a glance.

Thankfully, you got through filling their cups without any words said and the party went smoothly for the most part until Topper and JJ got a bit too close to each other.

All you remember is coming back from the bathroom and being dragged to where JJ currently had Topped in a headlock.

"Yo, Y/N! Get your boy off of him!" Rafe had yelled at you. 

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off before rushing over to the two boys.

 You grabbed JJs bicep and leaned in close to him so he could hear you. "J, he's had enough. Let him go." 

JJ hesitated before releasing Topper who immediately had Rafe and Kelce by his side.

Rafe glared at JJ before turning to you. "You better keep your bitch under control before he ends up like his dad."

Your grip tightened on JJ as you held him back from pouncing again. JJ spat some blood into the sand and you handed him to John B before walking over to the older boy.

"You better watch your mouth Rafe before it gets you in trouble." You said evenly.

"Oh really? What? You gonna call your coke dealer brother to come fuck me up?" He practically spat in your face.

You didn’t say anything, just drew back your fist and let it connect with his nose.

"No. I'll do it myself." You hissed, leaning down so only he would hear you as he held his nose.

And that was your first-ever direct interaction meeting with Rafe Cameron. 

It sucked ass and you would’ve thought you two would’ve killed each other the next time you two met.

Except, you didn’t kill each other.

You were so adjusted to him coming in and out of the trailer for coke that you were unfazed when you walked out of your bedroom to see Rafe handing Barry money, a smirk present on his lips as he walked past you and out the door.

"Wow. Kooky cokehead seemed real happy this time. What? You give him a 25% off coupon for his next purchase." You joked, flopping down on the couch.

"No. He left empty-handed. And 200 bucks poorer." Barry grinned, counting out the money.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why on God's green earth would Rafe fork over 200 dollars only to leave empty-handed?

"Guess who's going to midsummer’s as Rafe Cameron’s date?" Barry looked at you with a smile.

Your eyes widened as you stood up. "You rented me to Rafe Cameron without my consent! I'm 16! He's 19!"

"Legal age of consent is 16 here. Besides, it’s not like he asked to fuck you. He just needed a date to midsummers and he wanted to take you." Barry explained, walking towards his room. 

"Jokes on you! The only dress I have is from 5th grade!" 

"Jokes on you cause country clubs gonna be taking care of your wardrobe for the night!" 

You let out a yell of frustration before turning around and walking put the door, hopping onto your bike, and booking it to the beach.

You ditched your bike at the bike rack and ran down the beach searching for your friends. You let pit a breath when you saw Kie and Pope sitting on the sand. 

"Hey Y/N/N. You look like you've seen a ghost. What’s up?" Pope asked once you were close enough. 

"Where's JB and JJ?" You panted, slightly out of breath from running across the sand. 

Kie nodded out towards the water and you watched as JJ surfed a wave with John B. You crossed your arms and watched your two friends make their way back to shore. JJ grinned as he approached you, surfboard under his arm, shaking his hair and causing water droplets to hit your exposed arm.

"Look who finally showed up." The blonde laughed, slinging his arm around you.

"Sorry, I was held up for a few extra minutes because Barry decided that he'd rent me out to Rafe Cameron for Midsummers!" You told him, voice getting louder and angrier with each word you spoke.

"Please tell me that’s a joke." John B looked at you.

"I wish it fucking was! Rafe stopped by, gave Barry 200 bucks to rent me for a night, and then walked out." 

"That’s crazy," JJ said, surfboard long forgotten in the sand.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a familiar and unwelcomed voice.

"Hey, Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a bit." 

You and your friends turned to face Rafe, feelings JJs arm tighten around your shoulders.

"You saw me an hour ago tops."

Rafe smirked, hands in his pockets. "I just wanted to let you know that I made an appointment for you to get your measurements taken for your dress. It’s over on the mainland at 11:00 tomorrow."

"What’s the name of the place and I'll take her to the appointment?" Kie crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke.

Rafe shot her a glance before looking back at you. "I’m picking you up at about 9:30 so be ready."

"Hey, jackass. Kie said she would take her. Just tell her the name of the joint." JJ took his arm from around you and took a step towards Rafe 

"Y/N/N, your bitch needs to be put in check," Rafe told you calmly as he looked into your eyes.

You grabbed JJs wrist as he went to lunge and looked at Rafe. "One moment, please. I need to converse with my friends."

Rafe watched you lazily as you tugged your friends away from the older boy. 

"This is really bad timing considering we're in the middle of finding 400 mill," JJ whispered.

"Kie, you gotta stay here and help Pope keep JJ and John B put of trouble and help him reason with them." You told her. 

"And leave you alone with the Kook prince?" John B looked at you like you were crazy.

"I’ll be fine. I'll bring pepper spray." You reassured them.

They all looked at each other before sighing and nodding.

Before you could leave, JJ grabbed your wrist. "If things get weird, send me an SOS and I'll be there ASAP. Even if I have to paddle my way to the mainland." 

You nodded and made your way towards Rafe. "Just don’t try to engage in a conversation with me right away. Unless it’s 10 AM or I've had caffeine, I don’t talk in the mornings." You informed the older boy.

"I'll see you then, angel." Rafe sent you a wink before turning to walk away.

You caught JJs arm, knowing your best friend was close to tackling the kook boy into the sand to pound his face in.

JJ turned to you, leaning in close to your ear to speak. "I’m serious. First red flag, you call or text me. I highly doubt consent is a word in Rafe Cameron’s dictionary."

****

You saw Rafe more in the 4 days leading up to midsummers than you had in a year and you’d be lying if you said you hated it.

The first day was the day you needed your measurements taken. The dress had already been picked out and you ignored the fact that the tailor said that it was about time you two came because he was ready to put it back on the rack after day 3 of holding it.

You stood there, completely out of your comfort zone as measurements were taken and jotted down onto a notepad. 

"How quickly can you get the dress altered?" Rafe asked from the couch, watching the process.

"Depends Mr. Cameron. How quickly do you need it?" The tailor responded.

Rafe rubbed his face, groaning. "Let’s see. Four- four and a half days and that’s counting today. We're coming back to the island on the day of midsummers to pick everything else up, today is just a looking day. So, three days." 

The tailor nodded. "We can do that. We'll make it a top priority."

Rafe nodded before his eyes met with yours. 

The tailor exited the room for something and that’s when you spoke. "A looking day?"

"Yeah. Browse through the jewelry and heels and anything else necessary for midsummers." He glanced down to where you were fiddling with your fingers and immediately pulled out his phone. "And a manicure. Might as well throw in a pedicure." 

"Rafe," you said. He didn’t look up from his phone, probably looking at nail salons nearby. "Rafe." You tried again and still nothing. You sighed before walking over to him. "Rafe!" You went to snatch his phone but he caught your wrist. 

"I heard you the first time now what?" He hissed.

You wrenched your wrist away from him. "How could I know when you didn’t even pay me a glance? At least acknowledge me so I know you heard me and then I wouldn't keep saying your name and get on with what I need to say." You huffed.

"Maybe I like it when you say my name." He smirked.

You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up, praying that he either would mistake it for a sudden sunburn or would just ignore it.

"What did you want to say?" He asked, stretching out a bit.

"I’m not wearing heels. I can barely walk in my sneakers without breaking a bone. How the hell am I supposed to do heels?" 

Rafe sat there for a few seconds, chewing on his lip before sighing. "What are your thoughts on little miss perfect?"

"Who?"

"My sister. Sarah. Little miss perfect." Rafe rolled his eyes.

You shrugged. You never really even talked to Sarah except for the whole 'get your friend of my boyfriend' fiasco at the boneyard that one night, but that was more towards Kie than you.

"Tomorrow, she’s teaching you how to walk in heels. Even if I have to hold a gun to her head." Rafe finished as the tailor walked back in.

You grimaced at his choice of words as the tailor reassured Rafe that he would get started right away on the dress and make sure it was perfect for the event. 

Rafe smiled, thanked the man for his time, and then beckoned you to follow him out the door. You shot the tailor a smile and a thank you before following Rafe out the door.

"You hungry?" He asked once you both were out on the street. 

You shrugged once again, shoving your hands into your pockets.

Rafe sighed. "You know, you're going to have to talk to me. Like civil, full sentences, classy conversation." 

"I do know how to be civil Rafe. After all, I haven’t swung on quite yet but depending on how the rest of the day goes, maybe that will change." You answered him before looking at his face, "Is that enough sentences for you?"  

You saw him hold back a smile before training his blue eyes on you. "Just answer the question. You hungry or not?"

You smiled. "I guess I could eat."

"Then let’s go eat then get your nails done."

The second day was nothing completely insane. All you did, was sit about until Rafe dropped by, which was the shortest amount of time you spent with him in those four days. Only being with him for an hour that day for literally no reason. 

"Get dressed. We're going out." He told you when you answered the door.

You sighed, looking down at your pajamas.  "But I’m comfy."

Rafe smiled, shaking his head. "Seriously, come on. Let’s get dinner at the Wreck and then eat it at the beach or something." 

“Was this in the itinerary?”

“Not in the slightest but I’m bored and I’m sure you are too.”

You pursed your lips before nodding. "Alright." 

"That didn’t take much convincing." He commented.

"Well, your offering dinner so I’m not gonna say no." 

"You sure that’s all it is."

You looked back to see Rafe’s signature smirk on his face.

"Don’t let it go to your head, Cameron." 

Rafe rolled his eyes before pushing you in the direction of your room. "Go get dressed. I don’t want anyone else seeing you in your pajamas."

You rolled your eyes with a small smile before walking into your room, leaving Rafe in the hallway.

The evening on the third day was Sarah teaching you how to successfully walk in heels without you ending up in the hospital. 

"Why the hell are these so tall?" You asked, looking up at Sarah and Rafe who sat on the couch.

"Good question. Why are they so tall, Sarah? I said to teach her how to walk in heels, not break her ankles before midsummers." Rafe looked at his younger sister.

"You wanted her to learn how to walk in heels, those are heels. I don’t know what else you expected Rafe." Sarah shot at her brother.

"I don't know, something that still has her feet somewhat horizontal to the ground, not diagonal." Rafe glared at her.

"Then you should’ve bought heels for her to practice in."

"Oh, so it’s my fault?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." 

Rafe didn’t respond, just stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Sarah rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to you.

"Okay, I might have a pair that’s an inch shorter." 

"Bring them out."

You ended up spending the night at the Camerons that night, much to the pogues displeasure.

You just got done brushing your teeth and were laying on Sarah’s bed in a pair of her pajamas when Sarah spoke up.

"So, John B…" 

You shot your head up from the book you found in her room that looked somewhat interesting.

"What about John B?" 

"What’s he like? You know, besides a surfer dude and a felon."

You raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you on about?"

"He seems… I don’t know… not boring. Not bland. So much better than this life." Sarah sighed, flopping onto her back, arms stretched out.

"Barf in my mouth." You rolled your eyes.

"What? You've never looked at someone and felt a smile tug at your lips for no reason or they look at you and you feel like you are the most gorgeous person in the world. They give you a rush of adrenaline or… or make your head all cloudy."

"Oh my god. You barely even know John B. He's like every other teenage guy. Disgusting, horny, and hungry." You answered. 

Sarah sat up. "That’s the thing. We hung out the entire day today. That’s why I told Rafe to have you come over in the evening. Because I was gone all day."

"So you asked me to spend the night to talk about one of my best friends so you can get in his pants. You've got Topper." You rolled your eyes, getting up from the bed.

"No." She grabbed my wrist. "I think I really like him. He takes me away from the bubble wrap. It’s exciting, the life you guys live. Topper doesn’t take me away from the bubble wrap. If anything, he adds more. When I kissed John B-"

You looked at her. "Wait. What? Listen I like Topper about as much as I like brussel sprouts but I don’t think he deserves his girlfriend kissing another dude before she gets the balls to break up with him." 

"It just happened. And it felt...amazing. I felt breathless like I was on cloud 9." She smiled, ignoring the last bit.

"I'm sure you did. I’m gonna go get some water." You excused yourself.

"Wait." She called.

You turned to look at the blonde and she chucked a pair of heels at you. "Put those on and walk downstairs."

You rolled your eyes before slipping the shoes onto your feet and proceeding put of her room.

Rafe was in the kitchen, snacking on some chips while he was scrolling through his phone. His head shot up when he heard the sound of heels on the stairs. 

He looked towards the entrance of the kitchen and smiled when he saw you enter. 

"You look ridiculous wearing pajamas and heels." He commented. 

You feigned offense, staring at the older boy. "You mean this isn't fashionable? I call it sleeping chic." You did a twirl and Rafe chuckled.

"You know what? It looks wonderful." Rafe placed his arms on the table and leaned forward, watching your every move.

"Your sister threw them at me before I came downstairs. I assume for me to practice but, not to toot my own horn, I think I’m getting the hang of walking in them."

"Go ahead and toot your horn cause if you waltzed up to me at a party the same way you did coming into the kitchen, I would've thought you've been wearing heels your entire life." 

"Why thank you." You grinned, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. 

You walked over to the island and slid into the seat next to Rafe, opening the bottle before taking a drink.

"You know something, Rafe?" 

"Hmm."

"I haven’t hated spending these past few days with you. You're surprisingly not that annoying." 

Rafe sent you a smile. "Yeah?" 

You nodded, looking at him.

"I haven’t hated spending these days with you either." He nudged you with his shoulder.

You stood up as you grabbed your water before placing a hand on his shoulder.  "See you tomorrow."

"Yep. Don’t forget we’re going to the mainland tomorrow to pick up everything." He cleared his throat.

You nodded and said goodnight before heading back upstairs and into Sarah’s room, shutting the door behind you.

The night of midsummer was hectic. You and Rafe quickly went to the mainland to pick up the dress, heels, and accessories before grabbing some lunch.

It wasn’t long before you asked Rafe to drop you off at Kie’s to get ready. You had a shower before Kie and her mom helped you get ready, her mom gushing about how Rafe will drop dead when he sees you.

You were blushing bright red at the thought as Kie rolled her eyes before you quickly excused yourself so you could change into your dress and pull on your heels that were picked up earlier that day. Rafe insisted on getting you a necklace but you declined once you saw the price tag, telling him you had a nice pair of earrings and a bracelet at home you could wear that you'd ask Kie to pick up.

After Kiara’s mom took pictures, you were at the event, completely out of your element as you tried to find Rafe which was weirdly difficult considering his height.

You heard a low whistle and whipped around, tensing slightly before relaxing. Rafe stood there in a baby blue suit, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

"You look stunning, Y/N." He complimented.

You felt your cheeks heating up again as you spoke. "Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself."

His smile grew before he offered you his arm. "Shall we mingle?"

You linked your arm through his. "If we have to."

****

After half an hour of mingling and Rafe getting you both a drink, Rafe set down his empty glass. 

"Let’s dance, angel." 

You sighed, slightly flushing at the nickname this time around, before finishing off your drink and setting down the glass. You followed Rafe onto the dance floor and placed your hands on his shoulders as his own went to your waist.

You two swayed side to side, a silence hanging over the two of you for a bit before you broke it.

"Why me?" 

"Hmm." 

"Why did you pay Barry to rent me for a night when any kook girl here would’ve gone with you and it wouldn’t have cost you anything?" You asked quietly.

You saw Rafe swallow before answering. "I...I…don't really know.” He lied, feeling his breathing pick up slightly.

"Rafe. Breathe." You told him.

He did as you said before looking around, his eyes narrowing. 

"I'll be right back." He muttered, removing his arms from your waist and starting to walk away.

"Rafe," You said, grabbing his wrist.

He turned to look at you before turning back to where his eyes were previously looking, chewing on his bottom lip in thought.

You followed his gaze to see JJ looking at you, concern written on your best friend’s face. 

"Leave him alone, Rafe. He’s not doing anything. Just….lets keep dancing." 

Rafe’s eyes went back to yours and he nodded slowly.

You mouthed a quick I’m fine to JJ before putting your hands back on Rafe’s shoulders. 

"Can I tell you something? Well, a couple of things." 

You nodded.

"Well, for starters, I've been trying to get off coke."

"That’s great, Rafe." You grinned, squeezing his shoulders with your hands.

"It’s hard. But I find it easier to not think about getting high when...um...you're with me." Rafe admitted, feeling his cheeks getting hot.

You felt your breathing pick up and tried your best to keep it under control. "Really?" You breathed out.

He nodded before taking his hands off your waist and reaching into his pocket. "I know you said no to me getting you that one necklace but here. I picked this up when you were at the nail salon that day we were getting your dress altered." 

Rafe handed you a little box and you could practically feel the nervousness radiating off of him as you took it in your own shaking hands. Rafe, for the first time in ages, felt shy in front of a girl and scared of being rejected.

You opened the box to see a little necklace resting in the box, the word angel attached to it. 

"How much was it?" You asked, not wanting him to spend any more money on you than he needed to for this event.

Too late though.

Rafe scratched the back of his neck as he looked down. "I’d rather not answer that question."

Your eyes widened and you smacked his chest. "Rafe Cameron!" You whispered harshly before putting it back in his hands. "I can't accept and keep that. I already planned on giving you the dress and heels back and paying you back for the manicure and pedicure. I can’t keep this in good conscience just because I agreed to be your date tonight. You don’t have to give me a present, you already paid Barry and bought this shit."

Rafe licked his lips as he looked around before looking back towards you. "I shouldn’t have paid Barry unless I was renting Barry, I should've paid you. I technically should've just asked you without paying but I was nervous and I was scared. I knew Barry would let me take you out for the right price and I took advantage of it. It’s just- I caught feelings for you somehow in the last month okay. Like actual feelings and I- I think you're-"

"An angel. Your angel." You finished for him.

Rafe nodded sheepishly before shoving the box back into his pocket. "I always turned to coke for comfort and I feel like when I’m with you, I don’t need to turn to coke for that comfort. I can turn to you. I’m sorry. It’s stupid, I'll just go." 

Rafe turned around but you grabbed him yet again. "It’s not stupid." You whispered before pressing your lips to his.

Rafe was surprised for a second before he kissed back, his hands coming up to cup your face.

After you two pulled away, Rafe smiled. "Does this mean you'll take the necklace?"

You nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the box. 

"Can you?" You asked, gesturing towards the box.

"I would love to." He said, taking the necklace in his hands and placing it around your neck, doing the clasp in the back. 

"Told you she would catch feelings in those four days," Pope stated as he looked at JJ.

JJ clenched his jaw before turning away. "I gotta go find Sarah."

~~~~~

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[twstheadcanons]

Any hcs for pomefiore, like how its students interact socially. Or hcs on the etiquette lessons?

this is long

·         I stand by what I said about Savanaclaw – Night Raven College has a bunch of stupid high school boys in its student body.  Being in Pomefiore does not erase your dumb high school energy.  It is just redirected.  As the oldest dorm, Pomefiore has some antiquated decour, and its own pride in maintaining them, including its gratuitous amount of candles strewn about.  Are the candlelit flames real?  Yes.  Can students touch them and light them themselves? Absolutely not.  They’re enchanted to light up and extinguish on their own. Vil’s seen firsthand how hotheaded and confrontational Pomefiore students can be.  He finds enchanted candles reasonable.  

·         There’s a garden in the back of the dorm building.  As the dorm known for its prowess in poisons and potions, it’s important for Pomefiore students to be able to identify specific types of flora commonly used in formulas, alongside their potential benefits and dangers.

·         Gardening can be grueling, especially when dealing with tricky, difficult flora. Vil has extensive instructions under his belt when it comes to making sure all students do their part (there is no avoiding gardening duty).  As such, alongside gardening itself, he’s put a lot of time and effort researching and specialising methods to minimise/mitigate the amount of mess and physical involved – and that’s without cutting corners.  Every new year brings in new students with their own personal strengths, so he has to make sure no stone goes unturned.

·         That said, absolutely no one shares gardening gloves.  Crowley is crying at the expenses of just damn gardening gloves but Vil is Not going to budge.

·         Of course, the apple trees are ones Pomefiore plants as well.  It’s their signature after all.  Rook hawk eyes both the trees’ growth and makes sure no one’s snagging them beforehand.  Ever since Epel enrolled, he’s lowkey more instructive of the process whenever Vil’s not around.  He’s also got his own shortcuts and tricks for general gardening.  Having a more hands-on approach since birth, it comes naturally to him.

·         Like, no offence, but the Pomefiore apples are not as good as the ones the Felmiers grow.

·         Epel is constantly on the verge of going apeshit when something he KNOWS he’s good at and knows his shit about is getting nitpicked, so for Vil’s safety I am making the executive decision that Vil’s noticed Epel sometimes taking charge in helping other students and just lets Epel do his own thing when it comes to helping out with Pomefiore’s plants and apples.

·         Honestly, having the two different approaches work in Pomefiore’s favour.  Some students need/want more structure and guidance, making Vil a better option.  Others benefit from Epel’s self-assured, informal approach since it makes it seem less daunting for beginners.

·         Rook likes to indulge himself when it comes to apples.  By that I mean he likes to ‘help’ students ‘slice’ their apples by doing the classic arrow-through-the-apple thing.  A lot of students think it’s actually pretty awesome.  

·         Right up until Rook asks for a volunteer to have the apple on their head.

·         The science club actually has its fair share of Pomefiore students apart from Rook.  Some are simply following the example of a generally respected vice-leader, whilst other took it for their own interests.

·         The same goes for film appreciation.   While small and mostly Pomefiore students under Vil’s lead, it’s a close circle of students working together.

·         The ballroom, like gardening, requires its own care and maintenance.  Keeping floors, windows, and mirrors clean.  This actually goes for the entire dorm, but the ballroom hosts a lot of Pomefiore’s recreational and group events (makes for a good place for film appreciation rehearsals).

·         Another reason it’s important to keep the dorm itself clean overall: absolutely no one wants perfume and cologne just lingering in furniture.  That is not the life anyone wants.  Ever.

·         This is something Rook’s especially quick to get on others’ cases about (in his own Rook Hunt way that is).  He’s a hunter, so he doesn’t want to risk even the most wonderful of scents blowing his cover.

·         Speaking of Rook, if you’re familiar with French in Pomefiore, but don’t use it often.  You Do Now for the sake of your fellow dormmates that want to know what the hell Rook is saying.

·         Students in Pomefiore tend to grow up into more hands-on careers.  Of course, there’s the ones in professions like show business, fashion, and cosmetology, but other common careers they gravitate to are generally science or fine arts related.

·         If you know what’s good for you, and you’re interested in fashion, start learning about the ethical issues and dangers of fast fashion ASAP.  As someone surrounded by aesthetics and designs, Vil knows his shit and idealistic views that overlook the shady business practises of even big-name groups get under his skin fast.  In general, as passionate as he is in his line of work, Vil’s still disillusioned to the glitz and glamour of it, which is why he takes such an aggressive stance on his own management.

·         Since first years share four students in one dorm room, Epel’s roommates will never escape the apple smell.  It’s gone from charming, to a bit sickening, to being plain desentisised to the scent. While all three are kind of over having an apple or apple juice every time Epel’s family sends them, they’ll happily accept them from time to time.  The apple juice especially is popular since it makes for a refreshing change from water.

·         Makeup brand debates.  They’re a thing.  Vil mostly thinks they’re dumb on a surface level since people just gravitate to what works for them and is within their budget but if you ask he’s got dirt on which brands have the worst practises that don’t need Anyone’s money.

·         Considering his ‘villain’ typecasting the guy has no fear using his platform to be outspoken on those types of issues which is why a lot of Pomefiore students end up actually respecting him outside his acting and modeling career.

·         For the record, it’s not like Epel’s the only student from a rural background in Pomefiore. There are plenty of others, it’s just that they didn’t literally get into a fight with a dorm leader during the opening ceremony.

·         The way he acts with Epel early on, however, does leave a rather unflattering impression on said rural students.  Epel doesn’t really keep his background a secret, so it’s easy to hear Vil scold Epel’s informal, direct way of speaking as him disliking the actual accents a country person may have.  So like. Vil’s gotta work on clearing that up with them, lol.

·         This is a “Vil’s done a good number of things wrong” zone regardless of his background and actual intent and also a “Pomefiore isn’t only about beauty but considering the way its students act and speak in general Uhhhhh” so as focused as Vil is on image and Pomefiore on seeming ‘proper’ I am Forcing him to reevaluate his approach to educating less experienced students on westernised and Eurocentric etiquette expectations.   You’re going to have students with staunchly different mannerisms and ideas of etiquette that do not affect their work ethic whatsoever sweetie.  

·         In a similar vein, older Pomefiore students that happen to be beastfolk (I’d like to imagine the Mirror of Darkness doesn’t magically toss Savanaclaw into some unholy ‘this is the beastfolk ghetto’ hell.  Do not burst my bubble I won’t listen) usually end up being tightknit with first years.  Honestly how else are first-years going to survive Rook Hunt being their vice-leader.

Vil also takes his own measures to minimise how up in their business Rook gets with Pomefiore’s own beastfolk.  

Being a detail-oriented dorm, Pomefiore has the most amount of students experienced in hands-on work and crafts.  If the individual students get along, Savanaclaw and Pomefiore students can get a lot done when they put their minds to it.

“Absolutely Beautiful” blasting from the ballroom at 5am so the less morning-inclined can wake up properly for the next three weeks.

·         Look Vil and Rook have particularly polarising personalities you cannot expect the entire dorm to worship them nor their way of doing things.

·         Master Chef, although a small elective, also has its fair share of Pomefiore students.  Something about a practical skills class appeals to them, and it actually makes for relaxing classwork.  

·         First dorm that sorts out people’s allergies.  If you think it’s excessive Pomefiore has forms prepared for new students to fill out regarding any extenuating circumstances and conditions think again. No health accidents happening in this dorm.

·         Mentions of students struggling tend to result in other students helping each other out. Study groups are pretty encouraged within the dorm if it works out for the people involved.  The lounge aside, the ballroom’s surprisingly popular for study groups when it’s not in-use for anything else.

#pomefiore #twisted wonderland #Anonymous

[siren-virus]

You know what? Just because you’d be able to talk my ears off with LuckyBoy!AU, I’m gonna keep asking you about it with long asks so I can get long answers (I love reading long answers since they give out so much info and speculation, while leaving room for discussion as well). So let's have a chat through asks so neither of us have anxiety(?) while talking to each other in messages.

Who would be some of the regulars when Ben is working at the cooffe shop? (I also love this au XD) Would Cooper, Rook, Gwen, Max and/or anyone else go at the same time as a group and have a casual conversation with the barista? Would Ben accidently gain confidential information about the Plumbers this way? I wonder if he would be famous between the aliens and humans near Undertown as one of the few humans that's actually chill with every alien regardless of appearances thanks to knowing Gwen with the Omnitrix from before?

I feel like Ben purposefully avoiding Cooper as his vigilante persona would start as a measure to avoid his identity being exposed (I belive it was Cooper who exposed him in UAF, right?), but later would develop into a troll play, waiting for him to finally find him and play a prank there.

Would Ben play pranks on Will Harangue for giving him bad publicity to the humans? I mean, it's not like he can just appear in front of a camera and tell his side of the story, he would be captured instantly, or interrupted at the very least; and he having his own social media wouldn't work too well since he isn't a tech genius and the Plumbers could track him down.

Also, what has Gwen done that they think they need Ben to protect them from her? Like yeah, in OV there's a lot of property damage, but they don't believe they need protection from him (at least I don't think so), so she must've done something big in order for that to happen.

And now an ask that isn't directly related to Ben XD Who would be some of the people leading an investigation against the vigilante, trying to discover his identity as well as species? Like I imagine Rook would be more of an addon to said investigation, being on the lookout but not actively investigating everything that Ben has been involved with, and Gwen has a lot on her plate, so let's not let her join said investigation.

Oh oh oh, I just thought about it, if Ben could be considered an Anodite in this AU, what happened when Verdona appeared in that one episode of AF? Did she manage to find Ben in the first place and almost but not quite take him away? Does the rest of the family know he's an Anodite and what are their thoughts about it? If they don't then how would Ben explain some of the magic things that he does and someone witness?

Ohohoh, buttering me up are ya? Well you're in for a brain dump.

Ok, first I gotta say: The alien cafe is separate to the plumbers (the plumbers have their on cafeteria, but like to indulge in other food sometimes, and non-instant coffee.)

So I was thinking, one of Ben's regular coworkers is Alan Albright. Reason for this is because Alan is not allowed to go on missions often. He's too young. I mean I know they definitely have child soldiers in OS- buuuut Max's influence has put a stop to that. He's seen how it affected Gwen. So, Alan is put on easy patrols in low crime area, in the city.

Alan, however wants in on the action, so Max had suggested the cafe. Ben and Alan have a very brotherly bond, and Ben (outside of his vigilante life) has been swaying Alan's opinion on both, the plumbers and his alter ego.

Manny, Alan, Helen and Cooper- When not busying himself with the tech lounge- (sorry, Pierce is still dead in this), will often come by the cafe, they sit in a booth and discuss things. Most occasions Ben is invited to sit with them.

When Gwen pops by their interactions are brief, Ben would try to tease her about anything and everything under the sun. "See Kevin lately?" "Oh, got beat by the walking glow stick again, huh?" "Geez, another jail break? 3rd time this week!"

Normally he gets a fiery reaction and a nasty retort.

Of course Ben would take every opportunity he can to get info. At first it wasn't intentional, he'd just eaves drop on a few conversations that interested him. As time goes by though, he's found that a lot of people, plumber, criminal and just outer space travelers, are more than happy to unload some gossip. Ben is very much delighted by that.

He's not exactly famous, he's well known for being a friendly person, yes. But not all throughout Undertown.

ain't cooper the blond dude with some kinda telekenetic power that ended up turning into an almost Kevin duplicate? (i'll fix that) NGL I forgot he grew up in UAF.

Pretty sure the one that exposed Ben was the nerd who was voiced by the VA of Robin (TeenTitans/Go). Now that you bring it up though, that guy... Jimmy, is someone to be avoided, cause he's a snoopy guy. Who also hangs out at the cafe a lot to get details. Always ends up harassing Ben cause he knows Ben has all the juicy gossip.

And yeah Ben would totally take advantage of it to mess with the poor kid.

Definitely. Ben would mess with Will Harangue as much as possible. Especially when he goes live. Ben won't confront him personally, or do anything that could possibly reveal his indentity. He's got a lot of unique mannerisms that his family could quickly pick up on, there's also his voice, although muffled by the mask, if it's recorded enough- it's another identifier.

So that leaves Ben with his sticker trail. They're very bright, almost blinding, so Ben's stickers are an annoying inconvenience. He could also use a weak spell that causes it's victims to yawn/sneeze. Maybe he'll hang in the background briefly and wave. Just some of things he does to get under Harangue's skin basically.

Gwen:

So, you picked up on what I've hinted at. Good.

Before I go into Gwen, I'll say this: The plumbers are stationed on Earth to protect humanity. That means the aliens who have immigrated are less of a priority. That doesn't mean that they're completely unsafe, the plumbers still patrol Undertown and look after the people- just less so.

Aliens that leave Undertown especially- Normally they're ushered back by a few Plumbers standing guard- those that pose a threat or seem to pose a threat are dealt with by the plumbers. Which isn't too bad, just a slap on the back, a fine, maybe jail time.

Unless you run into Gwen. Who is much more intimidating, much more brutish, she won't exactly hold back. So- she hasn't got the best rep with Undertown. She's still a hero. Known throughout the universe. Just not a kind one.

On several occassions, Ben(vigilante) has had to step in to get her to back down from dealing with criminals.

The plumbers don't have a lot to go on with the investigating. Ben doesn't leave any DNA trails, cause anodites have no DNA. No hair strands, no finger prints, no blood. Even his stickers. They got nothing, nada.

That doesn't mean it's completely hopeless. A clean hit to Ben has on more than one occasion shocked him out of his anodite form, reverting him back to human (which is why he has the glasses and face mask, as a just incase scenario.) Sometimes even spooking/shocking him can make him human again. If his focus is messed with he's human, kinda deal.

So the plumbers are aware of this. They do their best to be as violent and destructive when they see Ben. They're attempts usually fail unless they have someone competent enough with them, Ie; Gwen, Rook.

Villains are also aware of this. So risky buiz am I right?

In regards to Verdona; honestly, I feel like having her know about Ben's existence as an anodite would kinda nerf this whole thing completely. Verdona, I bet, would be a massive gossip. Although her contact with Max is limited, he'd hear about it eventually. Game over. There's also Sunny, who would take advantage of this information and spread it across the universe.

So instead maybe Verdona pays a visit later rather than now.

She'd also be less inclined to take Ben back home, I like how Verdona is indifferent to Ben but loves Gwen, I wanna keep that aspect.

To explain any magic happenings that his family or friends have spotted, he just says he's practicing to be an illusionist. Or he broke a glow stick, or his has glitter in his pocket. (He always has something retaining to magenta hidden up his sleeve.)

Hopefully that got all your questions answered for now!

#ben 10 #lucky boy! au #answer

[detectivedreameater]

Margarita Monday || Camille and Marley

TIMING: Mid October PARTIES: @carrionxcamille and @detectivedreameater SUMMARY: Camille comes over to Marley’s for margaritas but ends up sharing a little more than drinks. CONTENT: Alcohol

Relaxing just...wasn’t something Marley really did. Ever. Sure, she took time off and had nights off, but just doing something to do it for, well, fun? Was strange. Having another woman over and not having intentions to sleep with her was also very strange for Marley. But, here she was, setting out ingredients to teach someone how to make margaritas the right way, just to...do it. No ulterior motive, no reason other than to just be normal. Readjusting herself, Marley set out the ingredients-- Dragones tequila, triple sec, cognac, lime juice, and a little bit of simple syrup. Oh, and ice. Marley had had to go to the store and actually buy a bag of ice, considering the only fridge she had was a small drink fridge, and it didn’t make ice. Was that weird or suspicious? Did she care? If this Camille was anything other than what she said she was, Marley could easily get away or fear  gaze her. She was in no trouble here. Still, she jumped a little when there was a knock on the door. She looked over, straightened herself out, then went over. “Welcome to Casa Del Marley,” she said in a cheesy tone, even if she did know proper Spanish. “It’s Margarita Monday today, so please come in and make yourself at home.” 

Right, this was good. Meeting people, getting out of the house, making connections. Camille was making progress, and it sure was better than spending another tuesday night parked in front of the tv barely focusing on trashy reality shows. She needed more friends, and margaritas certainly seemed like a good way to curb any first meeting awkwardness, even if it was a little college to get drunk on a weekday. Whatever, it’s not like running the park was hard. This would be good for her. This wasn’t her threadbare allyship with Regan, and she couldn’t rely solely on Cece for company either. The greeting at the door made her laugh a little as she stepped in, toeing her boots off by the door, “thanks for having me, I needed an excuse to get out the house.” And an excuse to have a drink a little stronger than a glass of wine, honestly. “You earn points already for the alliteration.” She grins, “teach me your ways, margarita master.” 

Marley moved around to the kitchen quickly once Camille was inside, trying not to let the strange feeling in her stomach take too much hold on her. “Yeah, sure,” she said, setting out two glasses and the mixer. “Anything to have an excuse to make margaritas, honestly.” She gave an awkward smile. “Not that I need one, but, you know.” She cleared her throat, gesturing to the ingredients she’d laid out. “Well, first of all, you need the right ingredients. None of that cheap shit, okay?” she pointed at the tequila. “This is the best kind, hands down. People might try and tell you Cuervo or Patron is good enough, but they’re wrong,” she tapped on it, “plus, my girlfriend would gut me if I said anything otherwise.” 

It was a long time since Camille had tried to make friends, honestly. With Jace the way he had been she didn’t want people around at the house and eventually being lonely was just easier than trying to make yet another excuse for why the girls couldn’t meet her husband or see her home. But Marley had offered to have her over, she wanted the company too. Of course, Camille couldn’t really afford high shelf tequila right now, but they’d- unsurprisingly- had a well stocked liquor cabinet at home, and she did one day plan to have a set up like it again. “Right.” She nods sagely, laughing a little, “honestly I can’t drink Cuervo anymore anyway, it just tastes too much like terrible college decisions.” She grins, “does your girlfriend work for the company or is she just a big believer in high shelf tequila?”

“As it should,” Marley said, scrunching her nose. “Cuervo is for college frat kids who want to get drunk fast. You need a nice fine tequila to truly appreciate the art of the margarita.” She cleared her throat, trying to move past the awkward feeling in her throat, even if she’d said the word first. “She’s a lady of fine taste, what can I say?” grinned before sweeping her hand to the next ingredient. “Now, some people might also try and tell you that you can use sweet and sour mix. It’s cheap, it’s faster-- blah, blah. But they’re wrong. You gotta do it yourself if you want the best flavor. I use lime juice, salt and simple syrup. 2 parts lime juice, half part syrup. Pinch of salt,” she explained, finding talking about alcohol was much easier than talking about Anita being her girlfriend and what she liked. “Lastly, my special secret ingredients,” she moved down the line again, “triple sec and cognac. Add to taste, of course, but I usually do a shot of each. Really brings out the other flavors. You can add a little orange juice as a spritz sometimes, too, if you’re feeling citrusy. But, yeah--” she nodded to herself as if to congratulate herself on a job well done. “That’s all there is to it. So, shall we try and make some?”

College frat kids who want to get drunk fast? Camille almost winces. That had sure been Jace. Perhaps this whole thing really was her own fault, in a roundabout way. How had she not seen the signs of it when they were younger? Sure everyone liked to get messed up at parties when they were kids, but Jace was always looking for another party to get messed up at. She’d thought- stupidly- it was the social aspect. Jace was a jovial guy, he loved to be around people, that was why he loved parties. Maybe even back then he’d loved drinking more. Uh oh, yeah, she was not going to admit it to Marley but Cam had definitely made a few sweet and sour mix margaritas in her time. It was easier. But then she hadn’t been sure how easy the real method was too-- and honestly it didn’t sound like rocket science. She liked listening to people talk about a passion of theirs, and Marley clearly had this down to a T, so seeing her in her comfort zone made Camille a little more relaxed too, and they weren’t even drinking yet. “So you go pretty sour then? That’s good. I make cosmos sometimes and I always add more lime juice than recipes say too, I just like them sour.” She nods, “doesn’t sound like I’d be able to fuck it up too badly,” Cam grins and picks up one of the glasses, “assuming you start with tequila?”

“Oh yeah,” Marley said, nodding, “the more sour, the better. What can I say? I’m a sour woman.” She stacked two glasses on the counter in front of them and motioned to the ingredients. “It really is hard to fuck up a margarita, it’s more about getting the right proportions so that you can enjoy all the flavors at once. And, of course, making sure you have good tequila,” tapped the bottle again, “yeah, sure. Start with that, I’ll uh-- supervise,” she said stepping back and letting Camille approach. This was still...strange and knew for her, but she was learning that it was nothing to be awkward about. Maybe this was just how normal people interacted. Maybe if she kept trying, she’d actually get used to it one day. She gave a smirk. “Go on, then,” she motioned, “don’t fuck it up.”

Camille laughed a little- actually, she’d been called a sourpuss once, by an older guy at a club trying to grind on her. The memory amused her to this day. Maybe they were both a little sour, but she didn’t think that was a bad thing. “I’m the same with wine, I never like it overly sweet.” She says, stepping up to the counter to start by pouring some tequila in one of the glasses- hey, she was still young enough at heart to know roughly how to pour out a shot. “I’ve known people to use triple sec before, but I’ve never come across cognac. Hey, I’ll trust the master though.” Cam shrugs, adding in plenty of lime juice and salt before pouring some syrup into a measure and adding that too. “I will admit to hating it when people put stuff on the rim of a glass though, salt or sugar or whatever. I’ve never gotten that.” She was sure that too was something about flavor, but the grains just irritated her mouth. Camille knew she liked triple sec, so after a full shot of that she measured out a little less cognac- she’d never been a huge fan- and added that too. “Looks like I managed to avoid total disaster… Or I didn’t make a mess at least.” Obsessively watching bartenders in college to make sure they didn’t mess with her drink had paid off, it seemed. She raised the glass, “cheers.” And took a sip. “Wow. Okay, you’re right. I’m adding cognac to every margarita I make from now on. Damn, that’s good. I don’t even like brandy.” 

Marley watched Camille fill up her drink, talking herself through the process. “Cognac just gives it a little extra bite, you know?” she shrugged, “I’m not a big fan of the alcohol on its own, but the slightest touch really does spruce up the most basic cocktail.” Mostly, she didn’t like it because it wasn’t an alcohol she could consume copious amounts of in a small amount of time in order to get drunker quicker. But she didn’t need to say that outloud. “Ah, see! You’re amazing at it already,” she said, leaning back against the counter. From around the corner of the kitchen table came JD, sniffing the air and the new scent in the house. Marley observed him for a moment, before realizing that his horns really weren't anything that normal people would expect on a hare. Or, really even, expect a hare. She went forward to shoo him away, but he scampered under the table and around into the kitchen, right up to Camille. “Uhh, he’s got-- a mutation,” she said, staring wide eyed.

It was all going well and everything was very normal, which Camille was pretty pleased about because since waking up in town she kept getting hit across the face with weirdness. Killer mimes and vampire neighbors and an eyeball where the goddamn sun should be. It was nice to kick back with a new friend and have a drink, and talk about normal things like cognac. She’d been into cocktail making for a while when she was younger, but then Jace’s problem had gotten worse and keeping high percentage alcohol in the house just… Didn’t seem smart. She took another sip and tried not to think about that. “Well it helps to have a good teacher.” Camille laughed, only the slightest of a bitter edge to the sound, “I would know, I used to be a- ah!” 

Camille startled when the creature scurried up to her, pressing her body back into the kitchen counter. “Holy hell.” It was, in essence, a big weird looking rabbit. Which would probably not have garnered much of a reaction if it were not for the horns. Horns! Every day something new and totally out of left field. Is it the weirdest thing she’s seen? Well… There were eyeballs coming out of her taps at one point, that was probably weirder. But this-- Camille didn’t quite see how a mutation could give a rabbit horns. Which meant this was the supernatural kind of weird, which meant Marley knew about the supernatural kind of weird. “...Right.” She takes another sip of her drink and sighs, weighing the pros and cons. Camille could pretend to believe her, but there would be an awkward air over the rest of the night. She had enough secrets already. “Y’know, you don’t have to… I- look, here’s the thing, I’m not an expert. Like, I don’t know a lot about it all but I do know that there’s stuff in this town that is…” She waves a hand vaguely in the air, trying to find a good word for it. “Let me put it this way, when I lived in the motel my neighbors were vampires. So, don’t bullshit me. That’s not a normal rabbit.” 

Marley watched Camille closely, as she started down at JD. She could see the cogs turning in her head. Most people who wanted to remain ignorant would wave this away and be happy to accept the “mutation” explanation-- but when Camille didn’t, Marley felt herself slowly warming up to the idea that maybe she wasn’t half bad. She came over around the counter and picked up the large hare, hoisting him onto one arm and holding him so his legs dangled below her arm. He sniffed the air, wriggled once, then settled in. “You’re neighbors were vampires? Gross,” she muttered, scrunching her nose, “vampires are so broody and angsty. Oh, my life is so tragic,’ she sighed, putting a hand to her forehead, “I’m doomed to eternal life and I must feed on the blood of innocents! Or...whatever.” She remembered the last vampire she’d known, and how much his disposition to drink blood tortured him. Vampires, for all their monstrosity, could be so human sometimes. “Glad you got out of there, then,” she replied, feeling the awkwardness hang in the air a bit. She cleared her throat. “He uh--” glanced down at JD, “--he’s a Jackalope. Supernatural hare, basically. But I swear he’s nice! Usually.” 

Camille wasn’t going to wander around the whole town with her eyes closed. She was in White Crest because she’d died. If she wanted answers about what the hell had happened to her and didn’t want those answers to totally freak her out it would probably be a good idea to embrace everything else weird and wacky going on in town. It was just so… Exhausting. Nothing was normal. She couldn’t even make a new friend and drink margaritas without some not rabbit thing becoming part of the evening. Maybe she just had to get used to it.

It was almost comical the way Marley handled the thing, and how quickly it settled into her arms like it’d been there a dozen times before. It probably had, she seemed to be keeping it like a domestic pet. That was almost… Sweet. And her vampire impression did make Cam laugh. “They were broody!” She agreed, “those walls were thin, I could hear them complaining. Didn’t stop the parade of pretty young girls always going in and out of their room though, so they can’t have felt too put out.” Once she’d found out what they were Cam had started watching for those girls- some of them went back again and again, but what mattered to her was making sure they walked back out. She nods, “yeah. Cece really did me a favor.” Oh how much she had come to rely on the kindness of strangers as of late, it was new. “He doesn’t seem not nice. He just startled me. I’m still getting used to all this stuff, and I don’t really feel like getting into why I’m here in the first place but it.. Yeah, it’s part of my life now, so.” Camille shrugs, staring at the jackalope… She’d heard of them, but it hadn’t occurred to her that they might really exist in this new world. “He’s almost cute. Does he have a name?”

“All vampires are,” Marley said with a little roll of her eyes. “They’re pretty dramatic.“ At least, all the vampire she’d met were like that-- she felt like it almost came with the territory, just like how most mara liked the strange and horrific. Most of them even shared Marley’s love for insects, because unlike most mammals, they didn’t run away scared. “Oh, you know Cece? Like Cece Bishop, Cece? I work with her sometimes.” And somehow knowing Camille knew Cece made Marley all the more relieved. At least she didn’t have to skirt around things anymore. “He’s very nice, usually. Just spooks easy, which is funny, considering--” she paused, frowned, “he’s pretty scary looking.” Marley rustled her arms, cinching her brows. “Almost cute? He’s extremely cute, actually. I mean, lookit his face!” she exclaimed, holding him up. JD responded by thumping his legs against her and leaping out of her arms and over to the couch. “Well...I think he’s cute,” she muttered, looking back over at Camille. “His name’s JD. Short for Jack Daniels.” A pause. “I swear I’m not an alcoholic, though.”

Sometimes Camille worried she was taking all of this too well. But then she remembered her first few months here, the icy cold that had settled over her the second she realized she was supposed to be dead, sitting in that motel room and staring at the wall for god knew how many days without being able to move. Trying to accept it all had practically rendered her catatonic, and she was still struggling, but Camille was no idiot. Even with all the additions the world was still the world and she was still a living thing that needed to make money and survive and carry on.

“I haven’t actually met any vampires, so I couldn’t speak for all of them.” Cam shrugs, and then her eyes widen, “at least… I don’t think I have. I suppose that’s rather the point.” Wow, maybe she had met vampires. Marley could be one for all she knew. It was probably rude to ask. “Yeah, it’s her I live with. We met out at Dell’s Tavern one night and when she found out I was staying at that creepy motel she insisted I stay with her.” She nods, “right, it makes sense that you’d know her too.” The morgue and the police department probably worked closely. They’d probably done that in Boston, when she’d died. Camille chuckled a little at the contradictions, how Marley thought something could look scary and cute at the same time. Though she managed not to flinch when it- JD- was brought closer to her face. He had regular rabbit eyes, all big and innocent and shiny. She did jump when the beast moved suddenly though, clutching one hand to her heart and laughing despite herself. “He can leap like a rabbit, huh? Is he- do you just keep him, like, as a pet?” Cam smiled, “I like JD. When I was in college my roommate had a hamster and we called it Khalua.” 

“Count yourself lucky, then,” Marley said with a small chuckle. “Oh, trust me-- you’d know.” It was a strange thing, to find someone so...okay with all this weirdness. Even Erin had been a little freaked out by everything at first, but maybe Camille had just skipped past it all already. Or she just hadn’t seen the freak out and was getting the after effects. She shrugged. “Yeah, Cece’s like that.” She didn’t know Cece all that well, but from what she could gather, the woman liked to feel useful and help others. And was a bit nosey. “He’s a hare, actually. Common mistake. Hares are bigger than rabbits.” She scratched her chin. “I mean, yes? He’s pretty harmless. He mostly just follows me around and chews on things. Animals don’t normally like me, so it’s kinda nice to have one around that, you know, does.” A chuckle. “Khalua, ha. That’s a good name. I’m gonna steal that if I ever get another pet. I was considering getting another tarantula, they’re pretty low maintenance.” She gave a short pause, before prodding her next question. “So...how do you know about all this stuff?”

“Oh, would I? Well that’s… Reassuring, I suppose.” The only thing that’d tipped Camille off about her neighbors at the motel was how loudly they talked about it. Perhaps they’d been trying to scare her. Honestly at the time they’d been the least of her worries, and she’d even briefly wondered if any attempts to kill her would actually work. Jury was still kind of out on that one, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t going to ask anyone to try it and find out. 

Camille nodded, “right, a hare.” The difference wasn’t enough to bother her, but she’d try and remember it. “Ah, I hear most animals are a little bit destructive like that.” She chuckled, it was one of the things that had stopped her from getting a dog with Jace, being too precious about her house. “He was a real hit whenever we had dorm parties, that’s for sure. Even the dean thought he was too cute to tell us off.” The idea of a spider as a pet was… Really not Camille’s cup of tea, but if Marley already had a weird supernatural hare it probably wouldn’t seem so odd to her.

Right. How did she know about all this? Marley was a cop, it probably wasn’t smart to tell her too much about how she didn’t have a legal identity and there was a man in prison for her murder. But… Well, Marley was a cop with a jackalope, and wouldn’t it be a good idea to have as many useful people helping her figure this out as possible? If Marley had a strong enough link to the supernatural stuff, maybe she’d have some information no one else did yet. “Well…” Camille sipped her drink, tapping her fingers against the side of the glass. “How do you know about this stuff?”

.Marley ruffled her nose. “Hey, I asked you first,” she pointed out, frowning. It was strange to not feel affronted by the question, however, and she had to take a minute to pause and decide if that really was one she wanted to answer. A few months ago it would have been a solid and definite no, but now that things had changed in Marley’s life, she wasn’t sure anymore. She waffled on it for a moment, confused by her own indecision. “I’m a cop in White Crest,” she finally answered with a shrug, “how could I not know about this stuff? I know most of the precinct will like to make you believe everyone around there has their head in the sand, but you can’t judge us all because of that.” Even if Marley did. She knew most of the other cops didn’t believe in any of this shit. “I also sort of grew up with this kinda stuff.”

She leaned back against the counter again. “Okay, so now that I played my cards, are you gonna tell me yours?” she asked, nodding at her. “You seem pretty normal, so what could’ve happened to you to clue you in to all this shit?”

Camille lounged back against the counter, tapping her nails against the almost empty glass in her hand and waiting. Whatever Marley had to say she was willing to bet the other woman had been around this kind of stuff a lot longer than she had. The reasoning of being a cop was sound enough, she was willing to bet they all saw some weird stuff. But Regan worked in the morgue and had wings and still managed to be disbelieving of the whole thing. Growing up around it, though, that made Camille relax just a little. 

She set the glass down to pull back the sleeve of her shirt and show the sigil on the back of her hand. “I died a while ago.” Camille said, trying to sound more nonchalant about the whole thing then she felt. “Woke up in White Crest earlier this year. With this thing-” She tapped a finger against the mark- “which I did not have in my first life. A lady told me it means I was resurrected and the mark keeps my soul in my body, or something.” Camille tugged her sleeve back down. “So I am pretty normal. Or I was, but it’s kind of hard to deny all this stuff when you know there’s an autopsy report with your name on it.” She shrugged, twisting her hands together, “I figure for now this town is the best place for me, while I’m still trying to get it together.” 

Had Marley been drinking something, she would have spit out her drink. Instead, it came up as a cough that felt as if it stuttered and stuck in her throat, and she turned to look at Camille with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say you died? And then-- came back?” That wasn’t really all that uncommon, but Marley had been sure Camille wasn’t a zombie or a vampire-- her tastebuds were too on par. But then she showed Marley the marking on her hand and it clicked-- someone had brought her back to life using necromancy. Marley didn’t know much about it, only that only very powerful spellcasters could do it, and that it was some sort of taboo-- Peter had informed her of this, and reminded her that they were not vessels of death while doing so-- and that Bea had likely also been resurrected. She’d told Marley she’d died after Marley had pestered her about not calling back. 

“Yeah, well, I guess that’s fair,” she answered, scratching the back of her neck. “Normal is-- relative, I guess. Even though you’re, well, you know…” she motioned towards her, “you can still live a normal life.”

Marley’s reaction was… Almost comical. Especially in comparison to others. Nell had been matter of fact, Regan in denial. Marley was much closer to what Camille had expected of people. The tequila probably helped, but she actually didn’t feel all that exhausted by talking about it for once, which was a nice change. Perhaps because she hadn’t gotten into the details of her ex husband and the whole ordeal that had brought about her death. She didn’t want too, it wasn’t like she owed Marley anything. Part of normal was moving on. “It’s kind of a lot to process.” She said, nodding. “So I’m trying to take it easy. Just… Getting out into the world again, y’know? Steady job, making new friends.” Camille shrugged, “not perfect but better than nothing.” 

She smiled,“actually, it makes me feel much safer knowing we actually have cops who understand exactly what is going on in this town, even if you can’t convince the entire squad.” She laughed softly, moving to set her glass down by the sink and pick up her bag. “It’s getting late. I shouldn’t keep you up all night. But we should hang out again, now that I know I don’t have to watch what I say with you.” 

For a dead woman, Camille was pretty casual. Marley didn’t know what that experience was like, but she could understand wanting to make a normal life for yourself. “You really should quit the Cryptid Corner,” she said after a moment, but it was with a sly grin and not a judging one. “I heard that place is haunted.” Marley gave a sheepish shrug. “Well, glad I can help out, then. I’ll certainly do my best to keep this place clean, but White Crest is certainly a...dangerous place. Don’t um-- do anything to get yourself killed again, alright?” She started heading over towards the door with Camille. She wanted to quip about how the night was her time, but she kept her mouth shut for now. She’d already given away too much, and even if Camille had been more forthcoming with all this than she’d originally thought, she still felt exposed in some way. Even though Camille had spilled her entire story, Marley kept hers much closer to her chest. “Uh-- yeah,” she said, confused for a moment. People didn’t often ask to hang out with her again, let alone as just friends. Was this really how the world worked? She furrowed her brow. “Yeah, let’s do this again. Maybe with snacks next time, too.” That’s what people offered, right? She brushed the thought away. “And uh-- thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. You don’t have to worry, either. Your secret’s safe with me.” And if Camille turned on her somehow, it would make for some good blackmail. Not that she wanted that to happen. But old habits die hard.

Camille snorted out a laugh and shook her head, “the closest thing that place has ever gotten to haunted was the one time we had a possessed toilet. A nightmare to deal with but we’ve had nothing since. It’s too lame to haunt.” She nods, “yeah… Yeah I know this place can be a bit wild. Hell, when I woke up here people were being attacked by mimes, so.” It was almost scary how quickly she’d gotten used to it all, but maybe waking up dead could numb you to experiences like that a bit. “Trust me, I don’t have any plans to put myself in harm's way.”

It was true, she certainly wasn’t going to go looking for trouble. She’d even stopped walking around the forest at night, so things were looking up. Another friend who knew her secret, someone else to trust. Camille was sick of being lonely, see, she’d decided this life was going to have friends. “Right. I appreciate it. Enjoy the rest of your night, I’ll see ya.” She gave a cheery little wave before heading out the door, to return to her own home feeling a little more optimistic than the day before.

#chatzy #chatzy: camille #wickedswriting #margarita monday #camille

[moongazer606]

Who Are You Calling Old? Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1914

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Summary: Part two!! It’s been a few weeks, but you finally have another run-in with Bucky at the bar.

Part One

Tags: @palaiasaurus64 @thenewlarislynn​ @calspalkira 

In an effort to not feel like a stalker, you decided to actively avoid looking up Bucky Barnes online. You didn’t want to see any paparazzi photos of him and the other Avengers, you didn’t want to know which small country they had saved now, or what restaurants they were visiting or what clothes they were seen buying. You just wanted Bucky to be the cute guy you had maybe kind of flirted with at the bar a few weeks ago. 

You hadn’t seen him, or Captain America, at the bar since. A small part of you missed him. Or at least missed being able to glance over at him as you played darts with your friends. He was easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. You supposed if you did happen to look him up, you’d find some explanation for his absence. Maybe the Avengers had moved back down to New York City, or maybe he was in Europe somewhere. However, no matter how tempted you were, you never did look him up.

Every so often Jess would catch you scanning the bar for the man and tease you. None of your other friends really knew about your interaction with the celebrity. It had only been a brief encounter really, yet somehow, almost a month later you were still thinking about him.

It was just another Friday night. You and your friends had already been here for a few hours and you were many drinks in. Your cheeks were flushed and you were laughing a little too hard at everyone’s jokes. You were standing with your friends, your gin and tonic in one hand, and a dart in the other. You had just thrown your first two darts and were lining up to take your last shot. 

Just as you released the dart, Jess leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Don’t look now but someone is checking you out from the bar.”

Before the dart had even met its mark, you whipped around to look for him. Your eyes landed on him almost immediately. He was sitting on the same stool at the bar, though this time he was turned to face the dartboards, his elbows back on the bartop. 

“I told you not to look!” Jess hissed. 

You were too busy smiling at Bucky to notice Jess now. You turned around briefly to check that your last dart had hit center before announcing you were going for another drink. You heard Jess suggest that maybe you had had enough to drink, but you just kept walking.

Bucky’s eyes were on you the whole way as you focused very hard on not tripping in the heels you were wearing. While you walked you realized that he had his hair pulled back tonight with the barest hint of 5 o’clock shadow. No matter what, you’d find him attractive, you thought. Especially because with his hair back it gave you an even better view of those steel blue eyes. When you got to the bar, you hopped up on the stool next to him and he turned to face the bartop.

“What’s a girl gotta do to buy you a drink?” you asked with a grin.

“And here I was going to buy you one,” he smiled back, crooked and boyish.  

You scoffed jokingly. “So old fashioned. This is the 21st century you know, old man.”

“Do men in the 21st century usually buy drinks for girls who haven’t introduced themselves first?” You could see him smiling into his glass as he took a sip of the clear liquid.

“Might I point out you haven’t introduced yourself either? In fact, the first time you spoke to me you were making fun of my drink order.”

He turned his body slightly to face you, and held out his hand for you to shake. “I’m James Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I know,“ you smirked, putting your hand in his. His hand absolutely dwarfed yours, somehow making you feel even smaller next to the super soldier.

“And yet I still don’t know your name.”

You thought about teasing him some more, but decided to just introduce yourself instead. He gave your hand a solid shake, repeating your name out loud. You liked the way it sounded in his deep timbre. 

At that moment, Max finally made his way over to the pair of you. It took your alcohol muddled mind a moment to realize you still had your hand in Bucky’s. You quickly snatched it away and turned to smile at Max.

“Another gin and tonic, please,” Bucky ordered. You were about to protest when he nodded his head towards you, continuing, “And for the lady?”

“I think it’s time I switched to water, Max. Thank you.” 

As soon as Max was out of ear shot you turned back to Bucky, giving him a shit eating grin as you leaned your chin on your fist. He looked at you before facing forward again. “What, doll?”

“I thought only old people drank gin these days,” you mimicked his words from the night you met.

Before he could answer, Jess came up to you. You could tell she was trying to remain perfectly casual in Bucky’s presence, her eyes darting to him every so often, as she told you they were all going to head out. “You’ll be okay, right?”

“Max is bringing me a water as we speak, I’ll be just fine, Jess.” You saw her eyes dart to Bucky again. “Bucky, this is Jess. Jess, this is Bucky,” you quickly introduced.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bucky told her as they shook hands. You noted that their handshake was significantly shorter than the one you had shared. 

For a moment you thought Jess was going to say something more to him but instead she turned back to you, gave you a quick hug, and went to rejoin the rest of your friends where they waited near the door. You raised your hand in farewell before they all filed out. 

When you turned back around, you noticed that Max had brought your drinks. You took a few large gulps of your water before spinning in the stool so you were fully facing Bucky. “So?” you prompted.

“Still on me about the gin?” he questioned taking a sip of it.You nodded your head with a grin. “I know you know who I am now. Which means you also know I wasn’t lying when I said I was old and didn’t look it- unlike some people.”

“You have to admit it tastes better than a scotch and soda though, right?”

“It sure does,” he winked, raising his class to you. You gently bumped your water glass against his, before you both drained their contents. When he called Max over you thought he was going to order another round, but instead he paid both his tab and yours.

“I was supposed to be buying you a drink!” you protested.

“Maybe next time, doll,” he assured you, tossing a few extra bills on the bartop for good measure. You raised your eyebrows at the prospect of a “next time”. “Let’s get you home.”

“I live just down the road,” you told him as you both stood from the stools.

“Let me walk you. It’s late.” 

He gave you a crooked smile that you couldn’t help but return with a nod. As you both made your way to the door, he gently guided you with a hand at the small of your back. Once outside, he pulled his hand away, but stayed close beside you. He was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him and part of you wished he’d touch you again. Between the water and the cool night air, your head was starting to clear a bit. 

Even in your heels you had to tilt your head up to look at him. You could see him scanning the surrounding area as you walked in a comfortable silence. At this time of night there was no one else around. You had never felt unsafe walking home from the bar, but it was nice to have the security of a hulking super soldier next to you.

Your apartment, which was above a place that claimed to buy and sell gold, was only a few blocks from Shade’s, and you were there faster than you wanted to be. You stopped in front of the door that led up to your apartment, and turned to face Bucky. 

“Thank you for walking me back.”

As you looked up at him now, alone on the empty street, the only light came from a nearby streetlamp and a neon sign in the shop window. You became hyper-aware of just how alone the two of you were now, and just how quiet the street was after the bustle of the bar. You could hear Bucky’s shoes scrape on the pavement as he took a hesitant step towards you. 

He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and then left his hand there to cup your jaw. Without thinking you took a step forward, closing the distance between you. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself as he brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was gentle and soft, like he was afraid of breaking you. He pulled back after just a moment, those steel blue eyes meeting yours. Your eyes flicked down to his lips before making eye contact once more.

That seemed to be the only que he needed before leaning back in for another kiss. He seemed more sure of himself now, your lips moving together in perfect sync. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist as you clung to his shoulders. This time when he pulled away you were both breathless and grinning. You rested your foreheads together as you tried to catch your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks,” you admittedly shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt more than heard him chuckle. “Yeah, me too, doll.”

After a few more moments you let go of each other so you could fish your keys out of your purse.

 “I’d invite you up, but I don’t think your old fashioned sensibilities would allow it,” you joked as your shaking hands managed to unlock the door. You turned back to face him.

“I’ve got work in the morning anyway, but maybe we can grab dinner sometime this week?” he asked, a little bashful. “I’ll even let you pay if you want.” 

Having a sudden thought, you reached your hand back into your purse, pulling out a Sharpie. You held your hand out expectantly to him. He looked a bit confused before placing his hand in yours. As neat as you could, you scrawled your number on his forearm. “Call me sometime and we’ll set it up.”

He gave your hand a squeeze before releasing it. “Alright. Well goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

With a grin, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to walk back in the direction of the bar. When he was about a block away he turned and raised a hand in farewell. You did the same before finally going inside. You were still grinning like an idiot as you climbed into bed and fell asleep.  

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[princessofgayskull]

Why do you think a lot of authors write Catra as this lazy student who hates exercise? Honestly to me both her and Adora are jocks. Is it her facade of lazyness or that she's a cat?

This is a really interesting question!

I think this writers (and lots of fans) interpret Catra to be lazy, not a jock, not motivated, etc for two reasons

1) they're projecting. In writing fic it's really easy for your grasp on the character's mentality to slip and then your own mentality to come into play. It happens to me a lot. For example, adora presents more symptoms of anxiety disorder in my fic upper west side because I am an extremely anxious person and it just bleeds through. It's also why she's retrospectively empathetic. I cannot handle any metas or headcanons that she's "not an empathetic person" because that just straight up fucks with the way I write her.

Now I'm not saying writers are projecting their laziness (fic writers are the opposite of lazy); rather they perceive themselves to lack motivation and use catra's character as a canvas for it. Also with her being athletic. (That's what I assume you meant by jock cause that girl is emo tbh) in canon catra is an elite fighter, incredibly nimble and lithe making her good foil to Adora's method of punch everything. Hell, she was the one take down shadow Weaver and hordak. Meaning, she's an incredible fighter. And there is no way she just is that way without working for it.

It's easy to make adora the meat head you works out and catra the gf who just looks on because that's also projecting. Who doesn't want a strong muscular gf?

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say it's hard to make catra someone who works out because it's hard to picture her doing typical gym things unlike Adora. But I have seen other fic authors make her a dancer, gymnast and in my gym au she was an ex-gymnast turned yoga instructor (I'm very attached to that headcanon, in every universe I see her doing yoga; in canon she does it with perfuma and Scorpia after she and Scorpia talk things out, in uws- that's coming but I gotta light some other fires) so it's possible, authors just have to play to her strengths and characterization.

Now to the second reason

2, Catra is an Eleanor Shellstrop.

And what I mean by that is not only is she in love with anxious dork obsessed with morality, but she downplays her intelligence, her physical skill, and just about everything else that's cunning about her. It's a protective measure that's a result of coming up short in other people's eyes? And we see it from the very beginning.

Adora beats her every time in training? Lonnie and the others help keep Catra down and make sure Adora comes out on top? Show up late to training. Act like it doesn't matter.

Adora is always gonna be the one to be force Captain? Downplay and bury any ambition to avoid the hurt that will come with her receiving the badge?

But when Catra and Adora split and we see Catra make several grabs for power, we see that she's not lazy. She's always been a hard worker and she's very intelligent in multiple spheres, and now at the top she can use those skills as a commander.

So it doesn't really stick that she would be a bad student. I think like Eleanor, she likes to be challenged and she likes to learn, but she doesn't want anyone to know that because that is a type of vulnerability. I thought about this when I started she's god and I found her and I was trying to figure where catra would fall as a modern day student and I kept coming back to her being an Eleanor.

That's why I think people interpret her as lazy, they only see the surface which she's worked very hard to fabricate, but as the audience and content creators part of interacting with the material is to be able to see past her carefully crafted facade.

I hope that helps!!

#if characterization is swimming in a swimming pool that catra's the deep end so grab a snorkle folks. #i feel very apart of the conversation because of this ask thank you🧡

[nananaptime]

Multifunctional Extinguishers

My fic for the November prompt on Up10tion Honey10 Amino ^^

“I don’t want to hurt you.” “Then don’t. Stay.”

Masterlist Rules

Genre: Fluffily fluff ^^

Word count: 1 949

Summary: Getting locked inside the school demands drastic measures...

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The corridor was buzzing with noise as students poured out from the classrooms lining it. Seeing as it was Friday afternoon and everyone was looking forward to the weekend, making my way through the mass of students was not an easy feat. especially when everyone seemed to be paying more attention to the coming events the weekend would be filled with rather than making sure to not bump into fellow students. finally, I managed to arrive at my locker where I left my books, I was not feeling the need to study during the weekend and grabbed my jacket before turning around and walking straight into someone’s chest. 

Taking a step back, I looked up into the face of the one person I didn’t want to see or be distracted by right before taking my well-deserved weekend off. 

Minsoo was wearing his usual smirk, amusement evident in his eyes as I rolled my own. It wasn’t a case of disliking him, but rather liking him too much for my own good, I’d had crushes before but none of them had acted like such a distraction in my schoolwork. Go Minsoo could steal my attention even in the most unusual situations and I hated that I loved him. 

Without saying a word, I attempted to walk past him, only to have him take a step to the side and end up in front of me again. A huff left my lips and I tried manoeuvring him again, this time walking to the other side, but he followed my movement as if he was a reflection. I started growing annoyed, only wanting to be out of the building so I could walk home and make myself comfortable under my cover with a show playing on Netflix. However, Minsoo had other plans. Deciding to move faster this time, I managed to get around him but he caught my upper arms, spinning me around again before I was in the same position, this time closer to the locker and not seeing any way out of interacting with him. I sighed, giving up on the hope of coming home quickly. 

“What do you want Minsoo?” A smile appeared on his face as he chuckled at my impatient tone. 

“I couldn’t just leave without seeing you again before being deprived of your face for two whole days.” At that, he received another eye roll from me before I put my hand against his chest and pushed him away slightly, Then I stepped around him, this time without protests from him. 

“Well, now you have, so I’ll leave now.” I made sure not to look in his direction as my face had gotten quite warm after his small revelation. This is what I don’t like, I don’t blush, but for some reason, he managed to make my face as red as a tomato every time he opened his mouth. 

I was relieved when he didn’t follow me to the exit, even though I could feel his gaze on me. Due to the feeling of being watched, the blush didn’t leave my face whatsoever. The feeling of relief was quickly washed away as I put my hand on the handle of the door and tried opening it, only for it to stay as shut as it had been a second before. Panic filled my body as I, time after time, tried forcing the door open. I used both of my hands, shook it, kicked it, smashed my entire body against it, but to no avail. 

As I gave up, another hand joined mine on the handles. 

Minsoo gave the door a rough push before sighing and backing away, looking slightly concerned, then he fished out his phone from his pocket, intending to call someone for help. I admired his persistence but knew that using the phone was another dead end. 

“Minsoo…” I tried catching his attention but only received a string of curse words directed at his phone when no signal came. “Mobile phones don’t work in these buildings, remember? We have no connection here.” He glanced at me, annoyance clear in his eyes, before turning on his heel and walking down the corridor. At the sight of his retreating form, a sense of panic overcame me.

“No, wait!” I started walking after him, each step faster than the one before. “I don’t want to be all alone here in the dark! It’s creepy!” Had I not been so caught up with my own fright, I would've heard the chuckle which escaped his lips at my outburst. After a couple of more steps, I was stood beside him, desperately clinging to his arm which I had managed to grasp and hence also stopping him in his tracks. 

"Then come with me." He turned his head to look at me, my antics seemed to amuse him, judging by his look. "You just gotta keep up." Then he started walking again, taking bigger steps this time and pulling me along like a ragdoll. Had I not been clutching his arm in such a strong grip, I would've been left behind, probably on the floor due to the sheer force of his prompt pace. 

After a while, I found myself standing outside the teachers’ staffroom where the teachers spend most of their breaks, drinking coffee and eating cinnamon buns. Minsoo tried opening the door, only to realise that it too, was locked. I watched him for a while, as he shook the handle back and forth but still not getting a result. Eventually, I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him slightly as to get him to move away from the door. Then, I fished a hairpin out of my pocket and started fiddling it around in the lock, not stopping until I heard a click. I opened the door and entered the room before facing Minsoo who’s jaw was on the floor.

“How… What… You…” I walked up to him and patted his cheek, then I sat down on one of the couches, feeling my body relax slightly at the softness of the furniture. My stomach was still twisted with fear, feeling uneasy at the thought of being trapped in a dark building for who knows how long. However, as I was not alone, it prevented me from freaking out completely, even though the person in question was someone who caused my heart to beat a million beats an hour. 

Minsoo had made his way to the cupboards lining the wall above the counter and was currently looking through them, seemingly searching for something in particular. After a while, he turned around, clasping a bag of cinnamon buns in his hand which he threw to me before requesting for me to open it. He sat down beside me and grabbed one of the buns once I had gotten the plastic bag open. Then, there was silence. The only sound resonating through the room being the sound of chewing. He then cleared his throat, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. 

“So… How come you avoid me all the time?” I choked on my cinnamon bun, shocked at his straight forward question. 

“Uhm… I’m not avoiding you. Why would you think that?” My voice was as small as a mouse’s and I refused to look at him, knowing the look in my eyes would give away everything. He hummed softly at my answer.

“You like me, don’t you.” This time, I couldn’t help but look at him, my eyes as big as saucers. He chuckled at my expression, not needing a verbal answer from me as my reaction was just as telling. “It’s fine, I like you too, in case you haven’t noticed.” He grabbed another bun and started nibbling on it, acting as if the confession was the most normal thing in the world.

“How… How can you say that so casually?” I felt the blush creep up my face once again. “Shouldn’t you at least feel some kind of nervousness?” He chuckled again.

“I don’t have a reason to be nervous when you’re so obvious about your feelings for me.” He put down the bun and leaned closer to me, a small smirk playing on his lips. “The way you react to me is just so telling.” His face got even closer, his hands now being placed on the back of the couch as well as the armrest beside me. “And now that it’s all out in the open, I have nothing stopping me from…” His eyes then darted to something behind me and he was off the couch in less than a couple of seconds.

I took a deep breath, which I had been holding a moment before, and turned around to see what had caught Minsoo’s attention so drastically.

He was busy removing the fire extinguisher from the wall, seeming quite excited at the plan that had come to him at the switch of a light.

“Minsoo, what are you doing?” I stood up from the couch and approached him, slightly concerned at his now erratic behaviour. He got the extinguisher off the wall and looked at me, determination vivid in his eyes. 

“I’m not planning on staying the night here, I’m going to break the door down.” He tried going around me but I sidestepped in his way, my eyes giving away every protesting emotion I was feeling. He sighed. “Look, I know this will get me in trouble, so stay here while I go alone and I’ll come to get you afterwards. I don’t want you to get into trouble and there’s a reason why I never react aggressively when you’re around, I don’t want to scare or hurt you.” 

“Then don’t. Stay.” I put my hands on his upper arms, trying to make him change his mind. “You’ll get in trouble too, let’s just stay the night.” he shook his head at that.

“I’m not spending the night here, let alone the entire weekend.” Then he was out the door, extinguisher in hand. I sighed and ran after him, refusing to be left alone in this place. 

Once I caught up to him, he had already started banging the extinguisher against the handles and locks of the door, hoping to break them enough to be able to open it. He was right about one thing, seeing him acting like this was one of the scariest things I’ve ever witnessed due to him always being carefree otherwise. So I stayed back, still being able to see him but not close enough to distinguish his facial expressions. The noises of the banging became too much eventually though and I turned around and slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, covering my ears slightly and keeping my eyes as shut as possible. My heart was almost beating out of my chest. 

Then, it stopped, and I felt a breeze brush my skin. I opened my eyes and looked towards the exit. The doors were now wide open, moonlight seeping into the corridor, giving everything a ghostly glow. The extinguisher was resting against the wall and Minsoo was standing outside, the light from the moon creating a silhouette from behind. 

As I walked up beside him, he looked at me with a small smirk on his lips. 

“You’re in so much trouble.” I laughed slightly, shaking my head at his decisions. He laughed along with me. As the laughter faded away, he took a step towards me, grasping my hands in his and pulling me closer.

“Now. Where were we?” Then, he pulled me even closer and pressed his lips against mine under the shine of the moonlight. 

#up10tion #up10tion scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #scenarios #kogyeol #minsoo #go minsoo #u10t #honey10 #music #nananaptime

[theonewiththefanfics]

Never The Friend (one-shot)

Synopsis: The Reader has always been in love with Bucky, as he has been with her, but neither ever made a move. So when Bucky brings home a new girl, the Readers takes drastic measures to protect her already broken heart, but what will Bucky do to regain the person who he truly loves?

In The End (one-shot/ follow-up)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (or my shitty attempts at writing it; first-timer, so please be gentle); unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys); swearing; brief crossover with Criminal Minds (aka, Spencer Reid is involved)

Genre: angst

Word count: 7349 (boy, this gon be a long ride)

   “You gotta tell him.”    “Tell who what?”    “Bucky! You have to tell him how you feel.”    Y/N’s eyes almost bulged out of her head.    “Wanda I love you like a sister, but mention this topic once again and I’ll put your heard through a wall.”    “If you don’t, then he’ll just start dating someone and you’ll be miserable.”    “I already am and by the way- that is how crushes work. You fall for someone way out of your league, they don’t feel the same, you die alone with twenty cats and then they eat your body. Simple as that.”    Wanda huffed, exasperation clearly evident in the puff of air, but there wasn’t anything she could do to make Y/N tell the man she was in love with how the girl felt. The Scarlet Witch had been watching her best friend pine over the man for far too long and she knew that Bucky was absolutely in love with the girl, yet he did nothing. So Wanda had hoped that maybe Y/N would gather up the courage and make the first move, but as it would appear, that would not happen anytime soon.    “But, Y/N, he is crazy about you.”    “Who is crazy about Y/N?” Bucky snapped the two girls out of their conversation as he appeared in the common room.    “No one,” Y/N was quick to dispel any implications. She took a sip of her wine and threw Wanda a warning glance.    “Okay then,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Anyways, I just wanted you to meet someone.” Suddenly the noise of clicking heels invaded Y/N’s and Wanda’s senses. A gorgeous brunette appeared behind Bucky. She wrapped her arm around his waist and he mimicked the action while a dazzling smile stretched his face.    “Y/N, Wanda this is my girlfriend Diana. Diana, that is Y/N,” he gestured at the girl who had a tightlipped smile and a heart that was shattering in pieces, “my best friend and that is Wanda- a chick you really don’t wanna mess with.” He once again threw the girl that brilliant white smile, making Y/N’s heart clench even more.

   “Yup,” the redhead piped up, scarlet swirls weaving around her fingers. “And just as a precaution- if you hurt anyone in my family, I‘ll end you.”    Diana looked incredibly nervous, but she masked it with a nod of her head and a small laugh. “Duly noted.”    “Come on, Wanda,” Bucky pulled the brunette’s body closer to his own. “Don’t be mean and make me regret introducing someone I care about to you bunch.”    “Wan,” Y/N’s voice made her look over to the Y/E/C eyed beauty, hidden pain laced in her words and shining through her eyes. Pain only Wanda noticed as it wove its way through her heart and interlaced the broken pieces. “Be nice.” She turned her gaze to the woman. “It’s really lovely to meet you, Diana.”    Y/N smiled, but the witch saw through the facade. And anyone else but Bucky would as well.    “Thank you, Y/N. That’s why you’re my favourite.” The man smiled at the fellow Avenger.    “Really? Are you gonna break Steve’s heart like that?” Y/N sipped on her wine, letting the bitter taste make its way down her throat and fill her veins.    Bucky threw his head back in mock frustration. “Doll, come on.” He detached himself from Diana and leaned down by the sofa, grabbing Y/N’s palm in his. There was a sweet smile playing on the brown-haired beauty's face as she observed his interaction with the most important people in his life. “You know you are my number one. My favourite. My best gal. Steve- he has nothing on you. He means nothing.”    Y/N decided to play along even though every word out of his mouth was like a knife in her already demolished heart. “I don't know, Buck. You two seemed pretty cosy yesterday. And watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine without me… that’s just the highest degree of betrayal.”    “He made me, doll,” he kissed Y/N’s palm sending every atom in her body ablaze. No, she scolded herself. I have no right to feel that way. He’s not mine to love…    “What about this- tomorrow, after me and Diana get back from our date, we rewatch every season and every episode?”    “Sorry, I can’t. Clint, Na and I are going on a mission. Probably won’t be back for a couple of weeks at least.”    “How- how come I didn’t know about this?”    “You didn’t come to the briefing this morning.” The girl shrugged and chugged down the last of her wine. Wanda gave her a pitiful smile to which Y/N replied with a small shake of her head. The girl's hand almost shook as she reached for the dark bottle and refilled the glass. The liquid poured out like blood spilling from a body. The same way her heart was bleeding out.    “Maybe next time, Buck.” Y/N didn’t even look at him as she said that because in truth there would be no next time. Not after this. Even looking at him had already become unbearable. She’d just have to find a way to avoid Bucky. Maybe even for good.

   “It’s probably not permanent.” Nat tried to console the girl.    They had just finished the mission and after almost a month of gruelling fighting and laying low they were on their way back. It had dragged to two weeks at first, then into the third one and then finally the fourth and last one, unpredictable complications making it way harder than it should've been.    “Nat, have you seen the way he looks at the girl? It’s like she’s the reason the universe exists. She makes him happy. So why wouldn’t it be long term? Besides, it has nothing to do with me. He is a free man who can do as he pleases.”    Clint glanced over his shoulder form the copilot’s seat, throwing his fellow assassin a look.    “Guys, seriously. Stop it. He… he’s happy and that is all that matters.”    “Yeah,” the archer stood up and went to crouch down beside Y/N pulling the first aid kit out and finding disinfectant, pinchers and a thread. “But he’s not with you.”    “Can’t really help that, can I?” Y/N mumbled a reply before a hiss went through her clenched teeth. The metal dug deep into her skin as Clint fished for the bullet in her leg. With one fast movement, the cone-shaped piece was out and a white cotton rag to soak up the blood was placed on the wound.    The two Avengers looked at the girl. Throughout the whole mission, she had definitely been off. It wasn’t the bubbly youngster that threw jokes at the most inappropriate times, competing even with Stark for the title of the biggest wisecrack. This woman was a dull version of who everyone loved. It was like her world was now in muted colours, and the vibrant sounds were distorted, but most importantly- her light, her Sun had gone out and the universe was doused in darkness.    Y/N didn’t even flinch as Clint pushed the needle through her skin as if all the pain had gone to her heart and she could no longer feel anything else.    “Y/N,” Nat pushed a strand of her Y/H/C hair away from her face. It was matted and covered in the same scarlet substance leaking from her flesh.    But she just pushed the other woman away. “Don’t. Just, please, don’t. I need to get over him and you ain’t helping.”    No one knew what to do. No one knew how to fix what Bucky had broken.    It took them nine hours to get to New York. Nat decided to take a nap and Y/N tried to follow suit, but sleep didn’t come. It hadn’t for a month now. She laid in her bed, eyes trained on the ceiling and contemplating her feelings. How can one person turn someone’s world around so completely that when they find someone else who they fall in love with, it becomes like one’s soul has been ripped to shreds and laid for wolves to feast upon?    When they landed, Y/N gently shook Nat awake and helped the sleepy Avenger out of the plane. At this point, she didn’t feel the burning of the bullet hole. But oh, how she wished, for it would’ve been better than seeing Bucky’s relieved face and feeling her heart clench with longing at the sight.    “Oh thank, God, you’re okay.”    His large arms swept Y/N up, engulfing her in a giant hug, their bodies moulding together like they were made for each other.    The girl awkwardly patted his back, retreating to the cold nature she had decided to put on where Bucky was considered.    “I’m fine, Buck. You didn’t have to worry,” quickly she pulled back and started walking to her room. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired and I wanna go to bed.”    Bucky called after her, but the girl paid him no mind. The cut had to be swift, clean and easy, otherwise, she didn’t think she’d be able to keep it together.

   And that’s how it started. She skipped out on their movie nights, rather spending time with Pietro and Wanda. She shut him down when he offered to take her out for pizza. Y/N even stopped recommending him books, leaving the man to his own devices.    But as much as she pulled away, he seemed to be doing just fine, which Y/N supposed was a good thing for his and Diana’s relationship. They were now three months in and happier than ever. The girl wasn’t hogging his time anymore, so he was able to spend it with the woman he was in love with.    To Y/N’s disappointment that also involved letting Diana come to the tower and hang out with the rest of the Avengers, but whenever that happened, there was this certain feel in the air, a wave of tension that rippled across.    Y/N didn’t mention it, she didn’t say it, though after one night when Bucky had decided to walk Diana home, she stood up and gave everyone a talk.    “I don’t need you guys to hate the girl. Did you see how uncomfortable she looked?”    “So?” Tony piped up, a glass of whiskey in his hand.    “So? Look, guys,” Y/N sat down, head in her hands, “Bucky is happy with her. And that is all that matters. Not me or my feelings. He does.” The girl looked over at Steve, who had his lips pursed as he did not agree with his friends choice. “He. Is. Happy. And what you’re doing every time she comes over makes me feel even shittier, because guess what- me and Bucky- we’re near gonna happen. He has made it clear by now that it won’t. He’s in love. And Diana seems really sweet. So please, don’t do this to them because of me. I’ll be fine. Eventually…”    With that, she stood up and walked to her room.    Throughout the whole thing, not one tear had rolled down her cheeks, not one night had been spent crying her heart out, but it would seem that that had come to an end.    With a broken sob, she clutched a palm over her mouth and slid down the doors. She spent her whole night like that- arms woven around her waist and legs pulled to her chest, letting salty pearls slip down and dampen the carpet. When the first morning rays broke the black-blue sky, only then did Y/N gather herself, stand up and went to the shower.    She turned it to the hottest setting, the water scorching her skin, and burning the tears away. She would cry no more, for it was her own fault she had fallen for her best friend.

   Time passed but it didn’t become easier. Not one bit.    Every time the couple was around, it was like he found more and more ways to shatter the pieces that once made her heart a whole. But the biggest punch wasn’t even that. It was when he forgot Y/N’s birthday. Yeah, she maybe hadn’t been the warmest towards him or the best friend he needed, but this occasion was the one thing she counted to have her whole family around, Bucky, hell, Diana included.    But when his chair stood empty, plate and cutlery unused, Y/N simply stood up and walked out of the dining room. No Avenger tried to stop her.

   Diana and Bucky had now been together for almost five and a half months. It was torture, looking at the man Y/N was absolutely and utterly in love with being happy with someone else.    She was cuddled up with Pietro, the plasma TV playing the intro to ‘Friends’ as the pair just laid there. The speedsters fingers wove through the girl’s hair, a soothing motion that somehow did the trick of calming her mind at least for a bit.    “You okay, princessa?”    Y/N huffed, pulling Pietro’s body closer to hers, a hand wrapped around his waist, needing the comfort.    “Honestly… no. I don’t know if I can take it much longer. It just… it’s too hard.”    A single silent tear splashed onto his white T-shirt, instantly turning the material grey.    He hated how withdrawn Y/N had become, despising the state Bucky had put her in. She had been there for the silver-haired man more than anyone, apart from Wanda, of course. He even saw Y/N as a sister now, the brotherly need to protect the girl kicking in.    “You know, Fury was about to assign someone to take over the British branch,” Pietro gently slid his fingers through Y/N’s hair. “Maybe you could offer your expertise.”    It pained him to say this, to think about the fact that she’d be an ocean away, but maybe that is what she needed.    She patted the man’s chest and let her head rest on the flesh. “Maybe I should.”    A sigh laced with pain and longing escaped her lips. “Why does this always happen? And why does it have to hurt so much?”    “I don’t know, princessa, I don’t know.” Pietro’s own heart was breaking seeing the state of his friend. He wanted to punch Bucky across the room and break every bone in his body for making Y/N suffer so much. But right now, the girl needed him more.

   “You’re leaving?”    Y/N didn’t even bother looking up from her bags, stashing everything in them.    “For how long?”    “I’m taking over the leadership of the British branch. So I assume permanently.” Her tone was cold, calculated and professional.    “You can’t do that,” Bucky countered back, the surprise still evident in his tone.    “I can and I will,” she zipped up her suitcase and placed it on the ground. “I am an Avenger, with more than enough experience and I need a change of pace. Something a bit more relaxing.”    “Leaving your home and friends behind is relaxing?”    Y/N shrugged her shoulders, her facade of nonchalance on the verge of crumbling. “As I said- I need a change of pace.”    He was just looking at her, staring with those piercing blue eyes, almost pleading for someone to tell him it wasn’t true. “Why?”    Y/N hung her head, a tear rolling down her cheek. “You know why.”    “No, I don’t. That’s why I’m here. Doll, what the fuck has been going on with you? Why are you so distant?”    “I’m not,” Y/N mumbled back.    “You haven’t talked to me in almost two months!”    “You’re with Diana! So why should you care for me?!“    “What does she have to do with everything?”    Y/N groaned, throwing her head back and pushing an angry fist in her hair. “You absolute, idiot! I love you!”    Time stilled right after the words were out of her mouth.    “And you're with Diana, I know. You’re always with someone. But it’s never me. I’m never the one you wanna be with. ”    “No, doll, that is not true.”    “Then how come you didn’t remember my birthday, Bucky?”    He was stunned. How could he have forgotten about it? With the whole trying to figure out why Y/N wasn’t talking to him he had forgotten one of the most important days of someone he truly loved.    “I-“    “Yeah. You. Bucky, I deserve more than to be remembered when I’m about to die or lying in a hospital or when I'm going on a mission. I’m worth more than that. Especially to someone who called me their best friend...”    “Buck- oh, Y/N!” Diana’s sweet voice entered the scene as she slid an arm up Bucky’s bicep. “You are actually who I was looking for. Our six month anniversary is coming up and I wanted to know if you’re free next Saturday.”    Her smile was so nice, so sincere it was like a thousand daggers to Y/N's heart.    “I’m sorry Diana, but I can’t. I’m going to London.”    “Oh, for how long?”    She looked at Bucky, desperation evident in his eyes.    “A permanent station. I’ll be taking over their SHIELD branch.”    That seemed to take words out of Diana’s mouth. In truth, she had wanted to ask Y/N for advice on how to propose to Bucky. She knew about his nightmares and how he thought he was a burden, so the woman wanted to prove to him she was in it for the long haul.    “You sure you ca-“    “Diana,” Bucky interrupted the girl as Y/N pulled the strap to her duffle bag on her shoulder. “Could you please give us a moment?”    She could sense that something was happening between the two and quiet as a mouse, Diana retreated. Only once when she was out of earshot did one of them make a move. And it was Bucky.    It took him less than a second to grab Y/N by her waist and pull her flush against his body, smashing their lips together. A gasp escaped her from the surprise and shock, which Bucky used as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. But for the brief moment Y/N had melted against him, for the brief moment she had responded with the same eagerness, she was even faster at recoiling.    “What the fuck, Bucky! You- you can’t just do that!”    “Stay, please,” he grasped her hand, “I need you. I can’t live without you. Doll, fuck I need you in my life.”    Y/N shook her head. “No. No, you don’t get to do this to me. Not this time.”    “Doll, ple-“    “No!” the pain her heart felt made her whole body tremble. It was so hard.    “No. I’m never going to be your first choice. You’ll never love me the way I want you to love me.” Y/N took a final glance at the man as he now stood in her bare room. “So I need to get away from you, from all of it, to let my heart heal. Maybe someday it won’t hurt as bad, but for now....”    She wiped a tear away. “Goodbye, Bucky.”    He saw her form retreat, the only thing he could hear was his dull heartbeat echoing in his chest as the last words were put on replay in his mind.    No, Bucky was not about to lose her. He didn’t deserve the girl, not after everything he’d put her through, but he just had to try one last time. His feet moved faster than he ever thought was possible, but it was as if karma had played a cruel joke on him because right when he entered the hanger, the jet that carried Y/N thousands of miles away disappeared from sight.    Nat turned around, cheeks stained with what could only be remnants of tears, the same as the rest of his team, a scowl on her face.    “Now you decide to do something.”    She pushed past him, shoulder painfully slamming into his.    No one talked to him, no one even looked at him as the family, one member less, made their way to the common room, a lab or somewhere else.    Only Steve stopped by Bucky’s side, placing a palm on his shoulder. He opened his mouth, but in the end, even the Captain had nothing to say to the ex-Winter Soldier, so he just squeezed the flesh and went his way, leaving the man to stare at the empty sky.

   The first month was hell for Y/N. She spent every night looking out the glass wall of her bedroom upon the lights of London- so similar to New York’s yet not even remotely the same. She cried every night and greeted the day with puffy cheeks. That is until a certain Spencer Reid from Quantico’s BAU got himself assigned as the lead profiler for their missions.    He brought back a spark to her life. He was quick-witted and matched Y/N in every single way, becoming her best friend. As the director she didn’t get much time to talk to her ex-family back at the Stark tower and once she had realised that, the girl set herself on making a new one.    Reid had become the first member. Slowly but surely he weaselled his way into her closed off persona, made her life a bit more fun. Then came Alexis- a young girl, full of ambition, that Y/N couldn’t help but mother and show how to take the reigns of the missions she was sent out on. Jordan came next, who surprised his new superior with a fruit basket. Albeit the fruits had been in a liquified version and alcoholic, but that had only made Y/N love him more.    Now, a year later, the quartet was inseparable. Everyone cared for everyone and looked out for their wellbeing. Movie nights, unless someone was on a mission or needed at the base, were a given and copious amounts of pizza were eaten. Obviously, all of them would, later on, have to work the gained pounds off. But the mornings, when they were still in the food coma, bleary-eyed and tired, those were the moments they cherished beyond everything else.    “Director Y/L/N!” Spencer called out as he entered her office and placed a Starbucks cup on her table. The iced coffee left condensation stains on the wood, but she couldn’t care less.    “My genius!” Y/N replied with the same amount of enthusiasm before going to hug him good-morning.    “So,” he propped himself on her table, “what’s on the agenda for today? By the way, Penelope says hi, and she can’t thank you enough for the bracelet.”    Y/N chuckled. “Tell my nugget, that she is very welcome and for us,” she flipped her calendar, heart dropping in an instant. The girl had forgotten about the dreaded date, which seemed to be today. “For us,” she swallowed, “the, uh, the Avengers are flying in with Director Fury to check out our base. And to see how we could, umm, make collaboration overseas easier.”    “Hey,” Spencer grabbed her palm, “are you okay?”    Avengers meant that Bucky would come too. And even though it had been a year, Y/N wasn’t sure she was ready to face the man that had hurt her that bad.    You’re the Director of SHIELD’S British branch, you can behave like an adult.    “I’m great,” Y/N threw the agent a dazzling smile. “Let’s go greet our guests.”    The second they stepped outside, all of the air got knocked out of her lungs. Because there he was. It seemed like time hadn’t passed at all. Still the same long chocolate hair, the same ice-blue eyes, the jawline so sharp it could cut diamonds in half and plump lips that had once kissed her.    Almost subconsciously her fingers went to trail over her mouth before she caught on to what she was doing and steadied herself.    “Director Fury, the Avengers. Welcome to our humble home.”    “Oh, cut with the crap, Y/L/N,” Tony removed his sunglasses and opened up his arms. “And come and give me a hug. I haven’t seen you in a fucking year, so you best, believe me, I’ll kill you if you don’t.”    “Oh, don’t be so overdramatic, Stark,” but without a second to spare the girl launched her body into his, the familiar scent of aftershave and what was undoubtedly remnants of Pepper’s perfume invaded her senses and for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt like she was truly home.    “My turn, my turn, my turn,” Wanda’s accented voice rang out before she almost physically pulled the pair apart and latched onto Y/N. “God, I’ve missed you.”    “I missed you too, Wanda. Every damned day.”    Once Y/N detached herself from a very reluctant Sokovian and her twin brother, she gave out hugs and kisses to everyone. Last was Bucky, who got only a brief pat on his back before Y/N went into director mode and showed the people around.    Most afternoon and day was spent in a briefing room, Steve, Tony, Fury and Y/N being the main people who conversed, talking about upgrades, what new developments Stark and Banner had made or simply how could they improve additional dispatch forces if they needed to be sent out.    Afternoon turned into evening, which meant that sooner than anticipated the Avengers had to leave.    The goodbye was hard, for everyone.    Especially for Bucky. He had wanted to talk to the girl privately through the whole day, but work came first and she didn’t even spare him a sideways glance. When his nose had caught the whiff of her shampoo he was ready to clutch onto her body and burst into tears from happiness. He was there. She was with him. Yet at the same time, Y/N had never been further away from the man.    And when it came time for him to return to New York, the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. This might be the only time in years he’d get to see her. But it had been no use, as the team piled up in the jet his eyes caught Y/N’s retreating from down below where he was stood on the roof. Bucky looked on as she walked away, arms linked with a man’s whose hair was messy and the colour of sand and the other one with a bubbly young girl’s.    “Buck, you coming?”    He turned around and found a smiling Steve.    “Or are you finally going after the girl of your dreams?”

   Thunder rolled over London and bright flashes of light illuminated Y/N’s apartment. She turned to the other side, snuggling her face into the mountain of pillows, trying to block out the light. The woman was on the verge of sleep once more, when loud rumbles brought her out of the state. For a second she just thought it was another wave of thunder, but then it came again. It was rhythmic ramming against something wooden, something solid. Someone was at her door.    Begrudgingly she pulled the warm covers off of her body and padded her way through the dark corridor. The silk pyjama shirt and shorts left little to no imagination, but Y/N was pissed enough that if it was someone who intended to harm her, they’d be dead before they could even catch a glimpse of what she was wearing.    With a yank, she unlocked the door, and a gasp of surprise left her lips. There stood Bucky, completely drenched from head to toe, with his chest heaving as if he’d just ran a marathon.    “Barnes? What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the fucking night. Wha- wait. What are you doing here in London? Aren’t you supposed to be on the je-“    “On the jet to New York? Yeah.”    “Then why are you here?”    He gulped down. “Because I left something behind.”    “Oh,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “In that case why didn’t you leave a message? I’d send it to you tomorrow.”    “You- you can’t pack, what I left and bring it to a post office.”    He made his way closer, a trail of rain left in his wake, but Y/N didn’t really care. There was something in his gaze, that made her throw caution to the wind.    “Cause that thing, I forgot,” his palm went to cradle her cheek, electricity shooting through every part of her body.    “Yeah?” it was barely a whisper, no louder than a drop of water against the windowsill.    “Was you.”    And once again, like that time a year ago, his lips were on hers. He fit so perfectly against Y/N like his body was sculpted to mould against the girl. Like she was the question and he was the answer. A thunder with its lighting.    Her thoughts were in a daze, as fingers wove through messy wet hair, pulling his face closer to hers. The pyjama got instantly stained and it wasn’t until she felt cold water droplets seep through the material and touch her breasts she pushed him violently away.    “No, Bucky, no. We’re not doing this. Not after everything. I’m not going to let you break m-“    “I left her.”    Y/E/C eyes snapped up to see his blue ones. In the dark, they were the tone of the night sky, though it might be the lust making its appearance as well.    “What?”    “Whe- aft-“ he pulled in a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and taking a step closer to the girl, while at the same time gauging her reaction. “The second you said that you’re leaving, I realised what mistake I had made. What I had given up. And I understand why you did it. God, I was such a fucking idiot. But when you said it was permanent, that you wouldn’t be coming back… it- it snapped something in me. I had been trying to push my feelings away for so long. I mean why would you want a monster like that- no, let me finish. And- and when you pulled on that duffel bag, when I looked around your room and saw the bare walls, saw that you’re leaving all the pictures you have of us behind… I realised I can’t live without you. And not in a friends kind of a way.”    “When you said you loved me… it was like I had finally gotten everything  I had ever wanted in life. Because you were mine and I was yours. And then Dia-“    “Diana,” Y/N finished the little word.    “Yeah. I finally understood that I was just trying to fill out the void what the thought of never being with you had created. And after that mission, after you distanced yourself from me, I threw everything I had at her, but it wasn’t enough. I just didn’t feel that thing…”    He was now standing right in front of her. Bucky’s nose brushed against Y/N’s, gentle palms gripping onto her waist as if afraid she’d disappear. “I didn’t feel my heart racing every time she laughed. I didn’t feel my mouth going completely dry every time I looked at her, cause I was at a loss for words from her beauty.”    Water dripped down onto her chest and disappeared into her night attire.    “I didn’t feel this unquenchable need to kiss her, to touch her skin,” a finger slid along her bicep, brushing a droplet up to her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.    “With Diana, I didn’t have the want to wake up every morning with her by my side. Cause each day that she rolled around, all I could think was of you. How you would look with a bed head. How your eyes would glint as the morning sun shone through the windows. How it would feel to kiss you and whisper that I love you, making your day start off with feeling like you’re someone’s everything.”    Y/N wasn’t breathing anymore. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, but Y/E/C eyes didn’t let go of Bucky’s gaze.    “And when our six month anniversary rolled around, I realised what mistake I had made. The next day I broke up with her. I explained everything. She turned out to be surprisingly understanding, but by then the damage was already done. You were gone.”    It was all too much. Y/N’s brain was having a hard time to comprehend what Bucky had just said, but what was a bigger mess was her heart. All this time of trying to push her feelings away, the futile attempts at mending the broken pieces, all of that had now been destroyed, by the same man who had caused her broken state in the first place.    “And, umm,” she cleared her throat, a flash of lightning illuminating the conflict on her face, “what now?”    “Now it's up to you. Whatever you choose, I’ll do it.”    His metal palm gently cupped her cheek. “If you tell me to go, then I will. You’ll never see me again and I will never try to contact you. But if you’ll allow me to stay,” he took a Y/H/C piece of a strand and twirled it between his fingers. It had come out of the braid Y/N had made before going to bed and to Bucky, the messy state was the most gorgeous she’d ever looked to him. “I'll spend the rest of my life trying to regain your trust and love. I will spend my days showing you what you really mean to me. I’ll give my everything to you. All I ask in return is one chance to make things right, to show the girl who has my heart that I’m absolutely and utterly hers. And that there is no one else in the world, I’d want to spend my life.”    Silence settled over them, Bucky’s heart beating in an erratic rhythm. He was sure he was going into cardiac arrest before Y/N answered, sending him soaring.    “You get one try, Bucky and that is it.”    He didn’t wait for a second more as his lips pulled in a brilliant smile and he pressed them against Y/N’s. He covered her face with kisses while wrapping his arms around her body and lifting her up. Through the daze he made his way to where he had seen was her kitchen counter and placed her there, standing between her parted legs.    Bucky kissed down her cheek and moved on to the side of her neck. The man bit and sucked there until he found that one spot, that one place that made Y/N curl her toes, a moan escaping her lips.    “Bed,” she rasped out, “now.”    He didn’t need to be told twice. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried the girl towards a hallway, but not before pressing her against the walls multiple times.    When they got to her room, Y/N was already bare, the silk ripped to shreds and lying in pieces somewhere across her floors. Bucky sucked right at the hollow of her neck, making the girl arch her back.    “You’re wearing too many clothes,” and like the lightning that flashed across their bodies, illuminating them in a silver glow, Y/N had his jacket, scarf and shirt off in no time.    Rough fingers wove through his wet hair, pulling Bucky flush against Y/N. He’d dreamt for so long to have her like this, passion completely clouded his head. Detaching from her lips, which was hard enough as to him there was no better taste than her mouth, he did want to explore other parts of her as well.    “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispered out, gentle fingers gliding along her sides, sending shivers up and down her spine, goosebumps rising all over. His lips, soft as the touch of a feather, made their way down Y/N’s body. First, they latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting until he was satisfied with how much the girl was writhing underneath him before making his way to the other side.    When he was appeased, looking up to see her body already flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her glowing skin, he made his way further down. Bucky made sure he left purple marks all across, a beautiful string on her ribs and a perfect belt across her hips.    Warm hands pushed her legs open and he slid his mouth across the insides of her thighs, grazing the soft skin there with his teeth.    “Breathtaking,” Bucky pressed a sweet kiss right where Y/N wanted him the most, yet not giving her the full thing.    “Bucky, please. I need you.” Her right hand was woven through his hair, nails scraping along his scalp. And although he wanted her to beg, for her to be almost in tears from his teasing and denial, there would be another time for that.    In an instant his mouth was on her clit, sucking at it. Y/N’s back arched up from the bed, making Bucky use his metal arm to push her hips back down. A whine escaped her lips as her eyes almost rolled back into her head from the pleasure.    He lapped and swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub, making the girl grasp onto his hair even more. Blue eyes looked up to find Y/N staring down at him, one hand clutching the sheets so hard there was a tear in the fabric and her knuckles were white. The man let go of the thigh he’d been massaging the whole time and instead interlinked it with Y/N’s palm.    Her grip tightened as he removed the metal arm from her waist and inserted two fingers into her hot entrance. The feeling of the cold vibranium made her body lurch up as the two digits stretched her out and once they started the pace of moving in an out she was a goner.    Nothing but white-hot pleasure existed and a tight knot started to form in her lower belly. Bucky could feel that Y/N was close. It didn’t matter that he was using the prosthetic arm, he could still feel pressure and with the way her walls were clenching around him, he knew she was teething right at the edge.    Bucky made his fingers into a come-hither motion, hitting that spot deep inside, making a guttural moan escape her lips and with only a few more movements she was letting go, coating everything with her juices, the man drinking it up like he’d been starved for decades.    Only when he was sure she had come down from her high, eyes still closed as stars exploded behind her lids, he sucked the excess off of his fingers and leaned down to kiss her.    “Fuck, I need you,” Y/N moaned into his mouth, the taste of her on his lips intoxicating the girl even more.    “You have me, all of me.”    His drenched jeans were gone, shoes and socks hitting the floor at the same time, boxers following suit.    Y/N’s fingers wrapped around his length and stroked it a few times, making Bucky’s abs clench in anticipation. She aligned him with her entrance and with a slow push he sheeted himself inside of her.    Y/E/C eyes flew open at the feel of Bucky stretching her out so much. The girl’s nails dug into his back, some places drawing even blood, but there was no sweeter pain for the man. Ice blue eyes that had changed their colour to a stormy sea looked deep into that of the woman’s. She nodded her head as a signal for him to start moving, so Bucky slid out almost completely before burying himself inside once more.    Connecting their lips in a searing kiss, he started a relentless pace. It was borderline brutal, but the love, the passion, the need to take care of her dispelled anything that could be angry about it.    It didn’t take long for Y/N to feel that familiar tightness in her stomach.    “Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”    “Let go, doll. I got you.”    Few more thrusts and she was falling once again. Explosions of pleasure rippled through her body, making every atom ignite and light aflame.    Y/N thought that Bucky was right behind her, but his pace didn’t falter, instead, a hand snaked between their bodies and a cold finger pressed onto her clit.    “No, Buck,” she shook her head as he assaulted the oversensitive nerve, “I can’t. No more.”    “Just one more, baby. I know you have it in you.”    Suddenly he changed the angle, bringing her to sit on his lap and bounce up and down. The new position pushed Bucky deeper inside of the girl, making Y/N full-on scream his name at the feeling of it.        “Come on, darling. I know you can get there. I’m right behind you, just need you to- shit, fuck, you’re so tight!”    He moved his thumb vigorously around her clit and tears streamed down her face as Y/N succumbed to pleasure once more. Her arms clutched around Bucky’s body, trying to hold onto something that was tangible and real, otherwise, she felt like the universe would rip her apart and she’d disintegrate into molecules.    With three more thrusts, Bucky was spilling inside of the girl, holding onto her waist with the same amount of ferocity. It was like Y/N was his only lifeline and thread to the physical world.    The pair’s chests heaved as they tried to catch breaths, foreheads pressed together, sweat dripping down onto the sheets.    He pressed a kiss against Y/N’s damp skin. “I love you. So much. You’ve always been the one for me, yet I was too stupid to act upon it.”    Her palm slid up to cup his rugged cheek and she pressed her mouth against his in a sweet brush of lips.    “I love you too. Just next time, if you feel something similar, please say it before I move to a different country. “    Bucky chuckled at that, but soon enough he was full on laughing as he laid their bodies next to one another, never letting Y/N out of his embrace.    “Trust me doll, I will never hesitate to tell you how much I love you. I learned my lesson.”

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yoongi x cafe owner

yoongi the type of book cafe owner to open late and stay open even later

the man can’t deal with mornings to save his cute tush life

he’d open shop an hour or so after the morning rush of busy bee workers and hurried civilians on their way to go places and do things 

but his book cafe wouldn’t be a commercial cafe like starbucks

it’d be calm, a place to get away, to leisurely sift through the rows and rows of books and curl up on one of the sofas to temporarily escape to another world

not for the ones in a hurry, but for the ones who need life to slow down just a bit

he’d spend the opening hour nursing his own cup’a joe, silently staring off into space, not really thinking of much (gotta give his mind some time to wake up and get movin)

when he’s more awake he’d quietly people watch from his place from behind the coffee bar

he’d have his regulars, some cute old folk who spend every morning grumbling at their newspapers or at the weather

a few college kids who decided to be productive with their mornings by cramming studying for their afternoon exams

but he’d never seen you before

you’d walk in with sleepy eyes and messy hair, but also with an innate excitement to have found such a cute, quaint book cafe right around the corner

he’d train his eyes on you as you walked in through the front door, your eyes immediately trailing over the numerous shelves in wonder 

he wouldn’t say anything, no chirpy “good morning, welcome to cafe agust!” 

(he’d never, really)

he’d be too mystified by your presence, the vibe you give off, utterly confounded by this weird, uncharacteristic desire to approach you

he’d snap out of it quickly though, upon hearing your voice requesting one hot vanilla latte, those sleepy doe eyes now staring right straight at him

he’d nod curtly and whip around to start your order, but more so to avoid blushing for you to clearly see

everything he’d do would be a bit on the slow side, from measuring out and grinding the beans to tapping off the excess to stirring in the steamed milk, all at an unhurried pace

you’d secretly giggle at the way he cursed under his breath when accidentally spilling a drop of hot steamed milk on his hand

“dammit, why is this so damn hot- i need to hire a real barista...”

you’d discover that his coffee has a pleasant bite to it, for those who needed an extra punch to the tongue to help them wake up (like yourself)

as you roam up and down the aisles with a warm mug in hand, he’d languidly wipe off some glasses

without you knowing his eyes would still be focused on you, watching your every move

how you’d trail your fingers along the spines of books, how you’d mouth the titles quietly to yourself, and cock your head to the side when debating if you’re interested in the read or not, how you’d cutely attempt to reach for the top shelf with little hops and tippy toeing

he wouldn’t even realize that he had left the bar and somehow made his way towards your aisle 

and, to his shock, even ask “need some help with that?” with a small chuckle

he’d have to bite his lip to fight the urge to break out into a huge gummy grin at your flustered appearance, the shyness and embarrassment evident in the crimson apples of your cheeks

he’d secretly relish in the way his body would slightly brush up against yours while reaching for that one book that’s just a bit too far away

he’d memorize your voice from the little “thank you” you’d give him after being handed the book

from then on he’d watch you day in and day out, paying attention to what genres and authors you seemed to gravitate towards, memorizing your usual order of a hot vanilla latte with skim milk and an extra half pump of vanilla, or the comical and very animated facial expressions you’d make when you were immersed in a particular story

one day it’d be 5 minutes til closing, with just the two of you left in the shop late at night

after weeks of brief interactions and subtle observing from afar, he’d finally get the guts to engage in an actual conversation with you

except who knew you’d beat him to the chase 

“wait, is that sheet music? you write music? that’s so cool! what inspires you the most?”

he’d be so caught off guard by your question, wholly expecting more of a small talk type of conversation and not your genuine interest in his inspiration and dreams

“well, i’ve just loved music since i was a kid, i guess...”

“...aaand?”

“...you really wanna know more?”

*nods so eagerly and adorably he can’t hide the gummy smile that spreads across his cheeks*

“ok, you asked for it. good luck trying to look attentive and not fall asleep”

“i’m ready to be absolutely dazzled”

he’d close the shop with the two of you remaining, more cups of hot coffee cradled between your hands, the both of you curled up comfortably on either side of a small sofa, the conversation flowing so naturally and effortlessly late into the night

and after numerous nights like these, the both of you would have the same thought cross your minds

it was a very good thing you walked into cafe agust when you did

#i know i know #i still have imagines to post for the other members #but this was requested and i got bored in class and it was a cute prompt so FORGIVE ME #yoongi #suga #yoongi scenario #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #suga smut #suga fluff #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts smut #bts texts #bts imagines #bts au #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #v #jhope #hoseok #jin #seokjin #namjoon #rm #bullet imagines

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Hogwarts Foeyay: A History

Because the box marked coping mechanisms / self care is empty save for a napkin with “hyperfixate on nonsense” scribbled on it, ‘cos @breadclubrising​ suggested once I redo it in post form, and because I've been meaning to anyway. 

Why do I ship Shinsuke & Tana*, by T’Sora, age 5.

*(OBVIOUSLY I mean in kayfabe**)

**(although tbh the statements “No of course they’ve never had that kind of relationship in actuality” and “Yeah they were at it like rabbits” would cause in me the exact same lack of surprise.  It’s my only wresting ship tbh but this canoe paddles itself)

The first time I saw Tana, I thought he was a heel.  A perfect storm of complete ignorance of New Japan and blind love for Shinsuke resulted in my assumption that he was a beloved babyface, and therefore anyone fighting him was by default a heel; this ignoring the fact that I'd watched him use blatant heel tactics against Ibushi mere minutes before, and swat Red Shoes aside like an irritating mosquito, besides.  I forget what specific match it was but it was definitely a multi-man tag.  I know for certain Yujiro was in it, because the Tanahashi / Takahashi problem had me distracted for most of the match, with a further YOSHI-HASHI complication thrown in for good measure.  YOSHI's was the first name I learned, which may go some way towards explaining my unwavering love for Tacos.  If I recall rightly, I solved it with TaNahashi, Not in CHAOS, TaKahashi, CHAOS but spelled wrong. (or right, depending on how much fearless leader'd had to drink that day)

But I digress. Tana had the Intercontinental title, which was clearly Shinsuke's belt, and my first read on the situation was that he must be a jerk, and they probably hated each other.  We all of us sometimes make mistakes.  -_-

I think it was the pre-WK8 VTR that caused me to reassess this conclusion...I used to watch anything I could find in a frantic attempt to play catch-up and learn everything there was to learn. 

(it ends with this, because blowing kisses at your rival is definitely a thing people do)

It of course included some scenes from what I affectionately call the ‘Wrestleprom invitation,’ which reads less like a mocking challenge to a mortal enemy and more like a flirtatious dare which would have started with “What are you wearing?” if it was a late-night phonecall.

Key moments: When Shinsuke, all fired up after his title defense & having laid out an invitation to the ring sees that Tana is on his way down the aisle, lets loose a radiant smile that could have powered a continent for about half a year:

When Tana comes out with his lips puckered in what he probably meant to be a skeptical or cautious way but just hilariously makes it look like he thinks a dip-kiss is a forgone conclusion to this encounter

This fucking exchange of expressions.  This is like...a time-stop, right here.  Everybody comes in footloose and fancy free until they stop avoiding eye contact; when they stop looking at beruto and start looking at each-other, this happens.  Shinsuke's tone goes from cocky to soft, his face goes from arrogant to almost tender.   Tana's apparently so thrown by the sudden shift in mood  that he, the Ace of New Japan, can't handle the intensity of the look on Shinsuke's face and actually drops his gaze for a few seconds.  Not, looking off to the side or looking at the crowd, the camera, the title...not an act of defiance or gesture of indifference, but something like a flicker of momentary vulnerability or uncertainty.  Like it's painful or overwhelming for some reason and he involuntarily shows this, which is just...for someone as poised as Tana who probably started perfecting his facial expressions in the mirror at age 13, is almost startling.

When Tana recovers himself after being momentarily wrong-footed, and makes Shinsuke PAY for that half-second loss of control with a torturous wait for him to actually speak.  Shinsuke, ham that he is, runs through about 18 different facial variations of "Oh please oh please oh please please please" even while he looks like he's trying not to laugh at the way Tana's toying with him.

Tana's opening gambit and Shinsuke's immediate reaction to it: “It's been a while.”

After that everything reverts back to normal, with Tana being a dork and Shinsuke being a dork right back, and it's a date.

In the same VTR, iirc the first thing Tana says is to call them “Rivals,” but something about the way he smiles when he says it made me laugh and think “Ohhhhhh - it's rivals with quotation marks.”

Of course it didn't take me long to run into what has become my favourite match: the G1 Climax 25 final.

Which had

Its share

Of moments

That may

Have contributed

To shipping them.

I know I talk about this every single time but the bit where Shinsuke raises Tana's hand only after Tana's taken two steps forward because he thinks they're going to hug and the subsequent grumpy look on his face when Shinsuke swerves him is forever hilarious to me.

Of course as I became more familiar with everything I learned they were once a tag team, and lost my entire shit about it.  I've only found a few matches from that time (the most fun of which was the match from Mexico where they won one fall by pinning the guy together).

But there are a fair number of absolutely fucking quality pictures of their Mexican excursion which in the right viewing order absolutely makes them look like newlyweds on honeymoon.

Probably some of the dynamic stems from them + Shibata having been slated as the new “Three Musketeers,” only for Shibata to fuck off & leave them as two people shouldering a burden rather than three, in the middle of a difficult time and with the future anything but assured.  

There's literally a whole book about them - which I can't yet actually read without some considerable effort over like, at least a year (it's in the to-read pile but so are four of Shinsuke's books and one of Tana's).  Probably for reasons of Vince Owns His Soul Now Shinsuke didn't do a lot of hyping for it so it fell to Tana, who, roughly translated, offered this gem about their relationship: “If I'm the sun, Shinsuke is like the moon.  Even if one of us is gone, there's no New Japan without Tanahashi and Nakamura.”

Verbally, most things come from Tana.  Calling Shinsuke ‘a good-looking guy,’ talking about being ‘lonely’ without Shinsuke & hoping they'll ‘meet again someday,’ because ‘surely, this can’t be it,’ referring to the Intercontinental title as his ‘lifeline’ (and chasing it so hard, and shouting-out with Shinsuke's signature gesture when he won it, and refusing to tap out & lose it even up to the point of injury & referee stoppage).  When talking about them, Tana almost always uses ‘ 二人’ which means two people but also means ‘couple’ - one of the few words I had actually retained from a first aborted attempt to learn the language, because of a line in a Gackt song which was....not platonic in tone or meaning.  Or I’d think I was tinhatting.  Tana definitely sees them as a matched & indivisible pair, though, regardless of context.

Shinsuke's cues are both more and less subtle, as he rarely says anything on the subject but often does things like this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And this

And this

When interacting with or talking about his....rival.

“Rival”

This is how he chose to finally look at him during the press conference for G1 24, little sigh and all.

I suppose the really painful smoking gun is the part I hate most.  If Tana's grumpy face after G1 25 suggested “What's a guy gotta do to get a Moment around here?!” than the answer was, “Lose his other half forever, maybe.” Because the last match is like being stabbed 47 times in the heart with a dull spork and then rolling around in hot sauce & vinegar.  For lots of reasons!  But extra-specially because of all their interactions. The crowd, first off, literally boos Goto for inserting himself into the Moment & delaying their face-off.   Which is....charged, when it comes.

The best and worst thing Kenny has ever done was walk out into this sea of emotion and try to make it about him.  I remember actually yelling curses at the screen as soon as I heard his voice (while still sobbing uncontrollably), because how fucking dare he, who the fuck does he think he is to imagine himself important or even significant in this moment if all moments? But it wasn't...about...Kenny.  It was a quiet little stroke of genius, Kenny could have been anything or anyone, he was a non-entity and a means to an end; he was there for no other reason than to be an irritating twit yammering nonsense at the most important person in the building.   Because as soon as he started, this happened.

A man being Once Again ditched by someone who ought to be holding up a share of the burden reacted not with hostility towards his departing rival, but in his defense. Shinsuke, as soon as Tana literally placed himself between them gets this brilliant “Well, holy shit.” look on his face. 

And Tana, reading Kenny the riot act, finally gets his Moment.

Which I think I may have found pictures of from every angle in Korakuen by now

(I'd just like to shout-out in appreciation of the frozen rictus on Kenny's face, which is very articulately saying “This is the gayest shit I've ever seen, and I literally told a member of the press I was gonna marry my tag partner”)

When the dust settles, we're again left with futari, two people, a couple.  Asked about the scene later, Tana would say that it was the last moments for CHAOS together, too, and he didn't want to distract from that so he pulled away quickly.   “But....I couldn't help but look back one more time at Nakamura.” “"He didn't seem to notice,” the interviewer pointed out. “"No, he didn't notice,” laughed Tana.  “I guess it's unrequited love forever.”

#Pretty Soldier Nakamura #Tanariffic #Rasslin' #OTP: In the Cards