#he goes '''manners'? oh yeah i'm bad at manners i need to remember not to be too much sorry''

[natelia-aldelliz]

"Fucking hell..."

Roach rolls his eyes at that, barely hearing Simon answering Shepherd. What was wrong this time, was the new guy too friendly? Too energetic? Was he not dead inside enough for Simon's tastes? He swears, sometimes this man infuriates him. Four years. He's been dead for four years and he's still mourning like day one.

Which wouldn't be such an issue if he didn't isolate himself to do so. He's not talking to anyone these days, barely talks with Price even. Certainly not to a therapist.

"You could show some manners," Roach complains out loud, knowing that the only person that would hear him was the man standing a bit further away with a big hole in the middle of the chest. If he even knew english.

"Oh, sorry," the new guy answers.

"What?" Simon grunts next to him.

Roach frowns. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had missed the first part of the conversation. Who was the new guy talking to?

"Uh," the man - what was his name again? Soap? - says, sending a confused look towards -

Roach turns around, trying to see what Soap was looking at, looking through him like that. There's nothing behind him, though.

"I... was saying sorry because I thought I stepped on your foot."

Simon hums and lets his bored look linger on Soap. Roach would've taken that answer as the truth if not for the fact that the man keeps sending little looks in his direction.

Can he... can he see him? He shoves back down the gigantic wave of hope that almost overwhelms him.

"Nod if you can hear me," he tries with a little voice.

Soap... nods, he nods! He's nodding, he's pretty sure it can't be interpreted as anything else. He gapes, forgets to breathe. It's not like he needs it, but he always liked to keep the habit. Made him feel more like himself.

"Bounce your leg twice if you can see me..."

The leg bounces twice. Roach has no idea what to say. No idea how to react. He can feel his burned side starting to smoke again.

"Are you dead too?" he finally asks, trying to make sense of it all.

Soap shakes his head no.

"What? But how..." how can he see him then?

Soap shrugs slightly. He... doesn't know? What? But that's not a satisfying answer at all, what the fuck? He frowns and Soap smiles apologetically in response.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #soaproach #ghostroach #ghostsoaproach #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #meeting the future boyfriend #roach behaved like a living person would and poor soap got confused #also soap assuming the complaint was towards him even when he wasn't the one in the wrong - he's just a baby ok #he goes '''manners'? oh yeah i'm bad at manners i need to remember not to be too much sorry''

[hailucy]

hi! saw that youre taking requests! could i have a theo x slytherin reader, where they both dislike eachother but are part of the same friend group, so pansy locks them up somewhere?

Not Him | t.n

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: Theo and you have a strong dislike towards each other which results in you guys arguing about everything. Your friends get tired of your constant arguing and decide to do something about it.

warning: Its not really slytherin reader but they are friends with the slytherin group,bickering and years of unresolved tension(but not for long;), mentions of firewhiskey

words: 1.3k

taglist: @dvarlinggg @bellysbeach @clioscauseforconcernbylovejoy

a/n: here you go!!! it's my first one shot so I hope you like it. I hope I did the request justice! criticism is very much welcome and my requests are open!!

"No, that's wrong! Obviously, Slytherin is gonna win against Gryffindor!"

"Nott, you and I both know that Gryffindor beat the Ravenclaws, all i'm saying is that they're good"

"Not better than us."

"Well... you nearly lost against Hufflepuff"

"Yeah, nearly-"

"OKAY, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO," Pansy exclaims while stomping towards you and Theodore. Her face twists in anger and annoyance as she starts waving her hands around, "Do you two not know how to have a single conversation without arguing?!"

"Yes actually I do, however, I'm not so sure about l/n," Theodore smirks and looks at you in a cocky manner.

"Watch it, Nott, I'm sure you've never been taught manners," you say as you flick your hair back and lean back with a glare.

Pansy watches the whole interaction and realises that something must be done. Then she gets it. One brilliant idea.

She turns towards the rest of the group and loudly announces, "My dorm, 10 o'clock, bring drinks and snacks." She then walks off with a smirk on her face.

"What is she planning?" Mattheo groans.

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You're in your dorm thinking about what to wear to Pansy's little get-together. Theodore's going to be there... oh how you hate him, with a raging passion. His cocky attitude and dumb opinions. You hated how he had to argue with every statement you made and how he would tease your every action. You hated his perfect hair and his heavenly eyes. You hated how he made you feel, the butterflies you felt in your stomach whenever you argued and the hotness your face felt when he leaned in to state his point.

Were you ever going to tell anyone how you felt? No. Were you ever going to admit your feelings to him? Hell no. He definitely didn't feel anything towards you and you weren't going to embarrass yourself, especially not in front of him.

Just then Pansy bursts into your room without a care in the world. "Sure Pansy you can come in, thanks for asking" you say sarcastically.

"Boooo whatever. There's a more important discussion that we need to have."

"And what is that?"

"That thing you and Theo have going on."

You face scrunches in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"You sooooo have something for him and he has something for you and you guys need to sort it out because the rest of us are getting tired of it," she states as she goes to your wardrobe and picks some stuff out for you to wear.

"Wait- what- no- what? I don't have a thing for Theo, I mean he's attractive but his personality ruins that. He gets on my nerves" you stutter as you walk towards your bed and grab the clothes Pansy threw on it.

Pansy stares at you dumbfounded, "Whenever you argue and he turns around you get a dumb lovesick smile on your face. Also, his personality isn't bad, he's the one who gave you that book you were so excited about receiving on your birthday."

You stop in your tracks and turn around. "THAT WAS HIM?" You remember receiving that gift, it just appeared on your bed with no note from the giver. It was a book that you picked up on a trip to the bookshop at Hogsmeade however you didn't end up getting it. Theodore was there but he was busy picking up his own books and arguing about some book that you both had read. You didn't realise that he noticed you put it down after realising that you forgot your money in your dorm.

"Yes that was him, and he's done so many other things that you've failed to notice but I digress. Put on your outfit and hurry up, it's nearly 10." She gives you a kiss on the cheek and, after dropping all that information, leaves the room.

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You enter Pansy's dorm and are immediately greeted with the smell of firewhiskey and the sound of music. Lorenzo appears next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder, "Hey! Come on everyone is waiting for you!" He leads you to everyone sitting on the floor and everyone greets you except Theodore who looks at you up and down his eyes clouded with a feeling you have no time to decipher as Pansy pulls you to floor and stands up to announce something.

"Let's play a game" groans are heard from some of the boys " I suggest seven minutes in heaven!"

"Well since your hosting Pans then i guess we've got to," Blaise sighs

"Absolutely right, Blaise," she says as she grabs an empty firewhiskey bottle and puts it in the middle of the circle. She sits beside Draco and flicks her wand to spin the bottle. The only sound in the room was the bottle against the ground, everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.

The bottle slows down and points at... you and Theodore. All the other boys start howling and you look up and see Theodore already looking at you. Your breath catches and your stomach turns as he looks at you with mixed feelings. One specific feeling being longing.

"Fuck," you mutter, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"Something wrong, princess" he smirks while standing up and heading to Pansy's closet. You sigh dreading what was to come but knowing there was no way out. Getting up, you walk past Pansy and send her a glare while she just laughs at you.

You walk into the cramped closet and see Theo looking a little nervous while squashed, which makes you giggle a little. He notices you and immediately removes any emotion on his face and puts on a smug look. You hesitantly sit opposite Theo, knees touching due to the lack of space in the closet.

"I don't even know what they expect us to do," you say.

"Kiss maybe," he says lowly yet holds eye contact with you.

"In their dreams maybe," you scoff yet your heart beats faster and you look away from his searing eye contact. You start picking at your nails but suddenly a hand covers yours, making you look up at Theo's hypnotising eyes.

"Maybe not," he looks down from your eyes and glances at your lips.

"Theo..."

"Don't tell me that you don't want this to," he whispers your name.

"I... I do" you look at his soft, pink lips and move slightly closer and he does the same thing.

"Good," and then his lips crashes into yours as he pulls you into his lap. Your fingers run through his hair as quiet moans and whimpers are released by the both of you.

He releases your lips from his captivating touch and pants out, "God, do you know how long I've wanted to do that."

"Oh shut up," you blush as you pull him back into the kiss. His hands move all over and come to a rest on your hips to pull you closer. You bite on his bottom lip which he lets out a groan to.

Unaware of the time that has passed a loud banging on the door pulled you two apart quickly. The door then opened showing the grinning group.

"What happened here?" Pansy said knowingly, elbowing the unfortunate person next to her which happened to be Enzo.

"Piss off, Pansy," Theo said sticking his hand out to help you up which you gratefully accepted after he had stood up and dusted his trousers off.

"Now Theo personally I think you should thank me," Pansy laughs.

Theodore walks by her with a blushing face and you in hand who is equally as flustered. "We're leaving."

#my first one shot!! #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #harry potter #slytherin boys #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott imagine #theo nott x you

[noonajoe]

When His Child Wants Him (Dad!Akaashi Keiji x Mom!Reader)

Genre: Lots of fluff! Video-call, Soft Dad Akaashi Keiji

Word Count: 563

©noonajoe (Published on 15 March 2023 - 20:10 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

*calling Akaashi Keiji*

“Yes, hon, what’s wrong?” Keiji asked.

“Keiji, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your work?” Y/N asked

“It's okay, I’m almost at the break, so what’s emergency, hon?” Keiji asked

Y/N suddenly turn the call into a video call.

Y/N’s face showed up while she’s carrying their son, Kaito. Kaito has a bad fever for 2 days, mostly crying when his dad’s not around.

“Dadda…” he sniffles in his sleepy face and raspy voice.

“Oh baby, are you okay, bud?” Keiji asked worriedly.

“Sorry honey. He’s not stopped crying since you left the house. I already brought him to the doctor and he was fine, but the crying was never-ending until I realize he was calling your name”

“Uh-huhu daddaa!” his face is getting lighter when he saw Keiji’s face move.

“His fever still hasn’t gone?” Keiji asked.

“Yeah, he’s been crying for hours now, and now he didn’t want to eat anything. I’m sorry hon, but could you help me by keeping the video call with him until your break ends?” Y/N asked with a tired face.

“I can help, but are you okay? I can ask my boss to take a half-day,”

“No need, Keiji, this is the second time he’s whining about you. He needs to learn that his dad is working” Y/N put the tab in Kaito’s baby desk so he can see Keiji by himself.

“I guess that is something you must patiently teach a 1-year-old about ‘work’ honey.” he chuckled.

Y/N went to the kitchen with a tired face and didn’t mind what’s Keiji’s last words on the phone. She needs to prepare Kaito’s food.

“Uh! Uh! Dadda Abu-bubu” Kaito babbled around

“Are you happy now, Kaito?” Keiji asked from the screen.

“Dadda dadda mumma!” he's happy when he heard Keiji’s voice.

“Kaito, you shouldn’t be bad to your mom,” Keiji said.

“Ba-ba? Kaito Ba-ba?” he tried to copy Keiji’s words.

“Yes, Dadda will be home early today., but Kaito should be good with Mama until Dadda goes home” 

“Uh-huh Gu-gu” he clapped his hand.

“Okay, Kaito. Now dadda wants you to go mommy there and hug her. Huggie huggie. Remember?” Keiji shows his son hugging himself, indicating Kaito needs to hug his mom.

“Huggie?” Kaito tries to copy his dad’s pose from the screen.

“Yes, mama there” he showed Y/N’s photo. Kaito turns his head and sees his mom.

Kaito crawls to his mom and tried to reach his mom’s skirt. When you look at him, he’s sitting, opens his arms, and indicates he wants to hug her.

When she saw him with a puppy face, expressing “I’m sorry to make your day hard mama”. She just smiles, hugged him, and rubbed his back.

Keiji smiled when he saw that lovely scene on the screen

He took a screenshot of Y/N and Kaito hugging on his phone.

Suddenly, he felt an intense quiet around him.

When Keiji turns his head, all of his co-workers are looking at him

“Mr. Akaashi, you’re soooo sweet to your wife,” one of them tells him.

“Yeah, you even didn’t mad during this tight deadlines, your son has to take that from you when he grows up”

“Sorry guys I think I made a good disturb before our break” Keiji apologized, he didn’t realize that he was too focused on taking care of his family even over long distances.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi #akaashi scenarios #keiji akaashi smut #keiji akaashi x reader #hq scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi x y/n #akaashi keiji fluff #dad!akaashi keiji #baby fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

[lonesomedotmp3]

right ok. I'm so exhausted I think it's making my anger a lot more composed but I'm ummmm actually really angry! haha! text message guy was being a fucking dickhead all night with his stupid dickhead friend who keeps egging him on and sharing stupid unfunny offensive jokes where the joke is just like fucking. saying the word aids or pedophile or whatever. proper juvenile shit genuinely I don't Get what is funny. well they were drunk so that's the answer I guess. and then they doing the guy thing and the drunk thing of being overly friendly in a way that's making fun of you being kind of rude and being fucking. attention seeking. and loud and interrupting me and my friend (who was a fucking godsend except for a moment we'll get to in a second 😐) who were just being chill and watching the live music. and it goes on so much longer than anticipated I'm tired I only basically went because I wanted to show my friends they should still invite me to stuff LOL and because a potential new friend was gonna be there too. but that's not relevant except to let you know my I was already not in a bitchy mood by any means I was just sort of ready to Go. and I left my stuff in my (chill) friend's room on campus so we all (chill friend, text message guy, his twat friend) went there. and they would not stop with these stupid jokes over and over and I was like " 😐 you literally have three jokes" and in response the twat friend said "no like I was saying I'm not even drunk I'm sober rn" just to give you a sense of what I was dealing with in terms of conversation. and I was over it I wanted to fucking leave but they kept going even in the hallway while my chill friend went to the loo. I don't remember specifically what set it off but I had already stopped acknowledging them/humouring them at all I just ignored them then it got bad enough I walked off. and those stupid cunts FOLLOWED ME . and were like teeee tee we're sorryyy 😥😥😥 in that stupid childish drunk way and I was like I'm fine it's fine I just need to go. and they could tell I was mad at this point. and fucking text message guy. has the AUDACITY. to go "aw, come on tee, you know we love you"

😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😑😑😑

and I, admittedly in a manner that made me feel for a brief moment like a Bad Bitch, replied without missing a beat: "yeah I know- you fucking texted it to me, remember?"

and then it was out there!!!!! I said it finally I was just so angry and frankly I did say it to try and hurt him and embarrass him I'll say it lol because I felt fucking embarrassed that whole night and with the whole stupid ordeal anyway. and there was SUCH a relief. like ok I said it it's out. I said it EXPLICITLY. There was no way to misinterpret what I just said to him even with him drunk like that. I did the hard thing I did the confrontation now I should get the reward of finding out what the fuck is his problem. and he delays for a moment, still with mothballs in his skull, and then goes "oh" but like not an "oh shit" oh more like he was just remembering it and he LAUGHS and goes "...and you sent the question mark...?" and EYE say "and you never fucking explained what that was, yeah" and I was fucking fuming I was heated I wasn't yelling but like. I was mad. lowkey wish chill friend was there I think their reaction would have been crazy. sorry I luv to narrativise my stupid life! anyway. and he's just like oh yeah. and then laughs. and goes. 😐😐😐😐😐. he goes, "well I guess you'll never know." all smug. and I wanted to break his neck. like it's not even that there's any truth to it you fucking gave it away you admitted it was a message to me you admitted you saw the text back you admitted that these were all deliberate choices! If not now than in a second when you keep fucking talking. but the way he said it like it was so funny keeping that from me. when I was so stressed about it and about protecting HIS feelings. fuck him oh my god.

but yeah so he does that and then the twat who caught only half of it and is using negative percents of his brain is like wait what message! what message! and text guy laughs and just goes haha just a message I sent to show my appreciation for tee! and the twat is like you're such a sap man. or something to that effect. I'm literally doing deep breathing rn typing this fucking hell. and of course coming out of the loo chill friend hears ONLY this small bit and I don't know now if they understood at any point that I was no longer kind of tired and annoyed by what I will extremely generously call their "drunk antics," but instead was seriously pissed. but they go, at this point thinking everything is still chill and a laugh, "what, are you two an item now?" and I just felt so small and miserable. and I just muttered "ask fucking [guy's name]" and kept moving I wanted to scream. because still he could not just be fucking straight with me and was messing me about for no reason at all. and by the time our paths diverged I just sort of loudly went BYE! without any sentimentality or individual goodbyes as they went to a bar and I went on my way home. and then I immediately called my friend and yelled about this so loudly and viciously I'm sure the entirety of the fucking city heard about it. I literally was like "hey it's late I hope you're not busy or trying to sleep" and as soon as she said she could talk I went. I hope the guy who sent me that fucking text kills himself. and I mean it.

[roxineedstosleep]

Civil! Bruce AU

a kind of gift for @brucyknight. Your post usually are the fluff for my heart.

(My perspective of my NotBatman! Battison, a bit before he adopted Richard. Because he went to therapy and decied to help the city in another way... he bought the police)

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I have a feeling, my female, gossip-loving sixth sense is CERTAIN (no proof but no doubt either) that Bruce would be THE perfect male ICON of the Gotham community.

Tall, sporty body, beautiful sparkling eyes, a thousand watt smile that will win anyone over, elegant, polite and gentlemanly. He has a high baritone voice, quite pleasant to listen to and always flows like a lullaby to the listener when he speaks.

Remember the Kingsman motto: "Manners make the man"?

Bruce is the best representation of that. Obviously with a dashing touch of English high aristocracy, per Alfred's joker. God knows Alfred has refused to teach Bruce any other kind of etiquette.

Obviously he has his moments of "Yeah look, I'm still a Gen Z who needs his hand held when he goes to buy something, and cries when he sees a commercial for a kitten hanging from a tree", but he never fails to look iconic and magnificent in doing so.

I dare say, even his haters can't deny that his grimaces look good. The paparazzi love him and hate him in equal measure. When they take pictures of him they must never edit them, but because he never looks bad they can't always make interesting notes of him. They call it a love-hate relationship.

When he didn't have children he was known as the gentlemanly billionaire tycoon philanthropist; always attentive to his guests and would never refuse to comfort and listen to his guests. Always complimenting people and trying to be as pleasant as possible so as not to create a gap of discomfort. Smart, flirtatious and helpful.

He was the perfect candidate for appointments and business conversations.

Although… always a bit innocent.

It was adorable to see how he reacted to other people's flirtations, how he blushed when someone said something nice to him or gave him a detail for being so nice.

She even cried when a child from one of her children's NGOs gave her some of their fruit. She was trending on social media for weeks.

But after adopting Dick… Oh my God, Bruce became a PAPI, a DILF, whatever you call it. Seeing him act like such a selfless father to his children and charities? Even the most heterosexual macho, chest-haired criminals would say it's attractive to watch. (They may be straight, but they're not blind.)

And to the misfortune of his children, and Alfie, a DILF all too innocent and unaware of his DILF status. And if things couldn't get any worse (as Bruce did go to therapy and did very well and doesn't have as much depression), he's too affectionate with everyone. But now that he's a father, even more so.

Bruce doesn't have time to look demure or watch his posture, he's a father now, and as every father knows, kids are unpredictable and always get into mischief. He must be vigilant.

There isn't a newspaper or hidden social media photo that doesn't show Bruce squeezing his kids and his close friends.

Or one that shows Bruce showing off his gorgeous abs, as he gave his shirt to one of his kids who was playing in the mud and got his spare shirt dirty.

Or one where Bruce is holding his kids and showing off his beautiful arm muscles. Because he carried them until he couldn't carry them anymore.

Or all sweaty, with his shirt stuck to his body, as he chased his children to exhaustion during an outing to the beach or the park.

Or he, singing a adorable lullababy for his kid in public, with his sexy baritone tune that make any women pass away.

Or Bruce, all tired and wearing only his boxers and his old Nirvana sweaters as pyjamas in the street in the early hours of the morning, because he has to walk Batcow in the field or Titus or the pet of the day, and he knows that the children have fallen asleep again. And he doesn't want to wake them up.

Or when he wiped some guest's face with his bare hands, using his fingers and then sucking the sauce, as he smeared himself with tomato sauce. Said guest, being the clumsy and lovable Clark Kent.

(After that Clark always try to be the only one to be able to interview Bruce... not because he felt in love)

Type… All of his children are at an aunerism because of all the stress of having to eliminate their father's suitors. And they have no claim on Bruce. Because the poor guy doesn't know he's too sexy, because he doesn't do it on purpose.

Bruce would die first before he'd have to create any distress for his offspring. So the kids avoid showing their annoyance with him, because they hate to see their poor, loving father defeated.

(Happy Bruce, because Damian darw him a picture in school)

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… Thus the end of my Civil!Bruce AU contribution. Thank you for listening.

#batkids #batfamily #batman #batfam shenanigans #bruce wayne #batfam imagine #batdad #battison #Bruce wayne is not batman here #Civil! Bruce AU #Superbat

[extraclwnporeal]

Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(That one is long and english is not my mother language).

Steve can remember it — even though he was 7 at the time. Tommy stopped by Harrington's house and rushed to Steve's room. All of sudden there was a young and freckled and smiley Tommy shaking Steve to make him swear to keep it a secret that he kissed Carol for the first time.

The morning after, all of school knew. Steve didn't do it because he was mean, he just couldn't tell that it was something bad or unworthy of being proud upon — his best friend kissed a girl, after all. Carol did kick Tommy's ankles for telling Steve, and Tommy did give Steve a two day long silent treatment for telling the whole school, tho.

He couldn't even keep his own secrets, dear God. Steve's travels and grades and hook ups and hated foods were everybody's business, if it depended on him. Of course, that extended to his personal, personal life.

Steve Harrington always knew he was bi and was cool with it, since, well, everyone just assumed he was straight. There was no risk on it if everybody just assumed otherwise, he figured. The way he eyed guys at trainings and spent too much time alone at Tommy's house and had a soft spot for his swimming team couldn't mean anything, Steve's a ladies man after all, isn't he?

Yeah, he was fine. Until he met Eddie.

The day Steve met the metalhead, the DM, the guy Dustin couldn't shut the fuck up about, he was lost. Eddie was a magnet to Steve's eyes, his voice was melodic and all his manners made Steve smile, how did he do that? Suddenly he understood why his kids kept telling Steve how he and Eddie would get along just right — Steve hoped they would.

Eddie walks by and Steve has this impulse to just follow the guy with his eyes, not really caring who was around — especially if they're alone with the party. Time goes by and it gets worse, because now they know each other. Oh, Eddie was prone to talk to Steve now, to spend time alone and have their own inside jokes. And Steve's infatuation wasn't just glances anymore: he got vocal about it.

He compliments Eddie's curly hair, his handmade or customized clothes, the eyeliner Max bought for him, his painted nails and smiles and the way he light up the mood every time he enters a room. Yeah, Eddie is always willing to listen to any sort of rant Steve might go by and not make him feel dumb about anything he says. Steve feels safe and that's new, that's good. He might feel he's developing a massive crush but, yeah, that should be predictable by now. Predictable and pretty much noticeable.

Robin was a genius, Steve's sure of it. She could tell a musical note by ear, learn a foreign language in the middle of a crisis and is pretty good at acting her way out a situation. It doesn't matter that much, of course, because you don't need to be a genius to notice when Steve have a crush: you just need to be his friend.

Steve would go on full debates about Eddie and she would engage him on it.

“I swear, Robin, his hair is so soft, someday I will touch it if he lets me.”

“Oh, tell me about it, dingus.”

And he does. All day along, if she gives him the freedom. He does it because Robin's a safe person, and it's fun, it's so fucking fun it's unfair — be all giddy and silly and keep talking about a guy with his best friend, God. And she doesn't know he is well aware that it is a crush, just letting him be. Until, of course, she points it out — because it could be dangerous for him to go on and tell everybody about other guy's cologne and shit —, and all he says is a shy “hm, well, I know?”. She looks at him dead in the eye.

“What do you mean by 'I know'?”.

“I'm bi, Robs”.

Her eyes are wide. “Then why the fuck did you get so nervous when I told you I'm a lesbian?!”

“Don't be unfair, I wasn't nervous! I'm just not good at keeping other people's secrets.”

And she couldn't argue with it. He is shitty at hiding that kind of thing even if it is about himself, you know.

Dustin knows — he is the second one to do so. Of fucking course he knows. Because the little prat is always there, gravitating between his two older brothers for enough time to notice that they were always glued together, intertwined in their little world. Enough time to notice how Steve's eyes lit up as soon as Eddie entered the room and headed straight for him. Enough to notice that they were both smiling more, talking more, a little happier. And of fucking course he went straight to make fun of Steve.

When Steve was driving Dustin to a D&D session — what he, suspiciously and enthusiastically, volunteered to do —, they were both in silence. Steve was smiling like a dork and Dustin eyed him curiously. All of sudden, he shouted: “Do you like Eddie?”.

And Steve almost crashed the car.

“Hey, watch out, you dick, I didn't die to interdimensional creatures yet so I refuse to die because of you!”. And Steve doesn't laugh, so Dustin is a little unnerved cause usually he would've. Yeah, he was tense.

“Sorry for being so straightforward, didn't mean to startle you”, Dustin says, softly.

Steve looks at him for the first time, eyes watering just a little bit by noticing the kid's tone was reassuring and sweet. He sighs — that idiot.

“It's okay if you like him”, Dustin assures, not keen on making fun of him anymore, “really”.

And Steve softens. Because why on Earth would he think that Dustin could be anything but supportive? He hugs Dustin. An awkward hug, cause he was on verge of crying and the positions in the car were weird, but a good hug nonetheless. “I do”, Steve says, “liked him for a while now. I like girls and dudes, okay?”.

Dustin smiles widely. “You were always greedy, man. Who knows about it?”

“Only Robin”. And Dustin winces.

“What?”

“I might have discussed it with Lucas too”. Okay, great. First Robin, and then Dustin, and now Lucas, which meant Max also knew. It was getting complicated.

“He's okay with it — I'm sure everybody in our group is —, and he told me that I should say that he's bi too, if it makes you feel better?”.

Steve shout him a look, a really, really confused one. “What?”.

Dustin shrugs. “They come in packs, man”.

And then, finally, there was Nancy. As if he wasn't going to be humiliated enough, his ex would find out how whipped he was for the weirdest guy they know. But, to his surprise, none of it was humiliating, not even awkward.

Steve was a touchy person, specially with loved ones. He was willing to hold hands, hug, kiss their cheeks; and Nancy did know it firsthand. And when she saw Steve not-so-subtly going out of his way to put his arms over Eddie's shoulders, to pet his hair — he finally got the pass to do it whenever he wanted, just 'as long as you don't ruin my curls, Harrington' —, or hold his waist from behind, the way he only did to his girlfriends, something clicked. She walked on them during a meeting in the Harrington house. Loud music, some weed, friends kissing: like the old times, minus the underage drinking.

Steve had a smiley Eddie by his side and a hand on his leg, drawing circles on his skin with his fingers while they talked. Then Eddie got up (getting a frown from Steve), to run to the toilet because 'Mother Nature is calling, sweetheart'.

And Nancy waltzed to him, two beers in her hands. Steve smiled brightly at her, saying a really soft and maybe a little drunk “Nance!”.

She handed him a beer. “Having fun? I kinda missed those parties, you know.”

And he looked around, his kids talking loud and laughing and Mike shamelessly eyeing the beers he was not allowed to touch. “I did, too”, he smiled, looking at her again. “What are you so smiley for?”.

“I was just looking at you, all happy talking with Eddie”, she took a sip from her beer can, and Steve blushed.

“I'm glad I got to know him better”. Even if it was in that shitty context, he almost added, but didn't — because why would he? Everything was okay now.

“You two are getting along, aren't you?”, she softly punched his arm. “I'm proud of you, I mean, you found someone that makes you feel all sappy”.

He looked at her deep in the eyes, maybe to find that spot of mockery he expected from everyone. But there was none. It was Nancy. The same Nancy that helped him study to graduate, laughed at his stupid jokes.

“Thank you”. He whispered. “He really does make me happy. The happiest”.

She grinned, like she always does when she makes a correct guess. “You deserve it”. And then she gets back to her old spot, listening to Robin and her rant about some new movie that her menager won't put on the shelves no matter how hard she begs. She smiles even more.

It's not a surprise that Eddie was the last one to know. Because what Steve had in obviousness Eddie had in obliviousness. Sure, Steve's words and acts were a little weird, but not in a bad way. Sure, his tummy was filled with butterflies each time Harrington leaned forward to better listen to him talk about his favorite bands, even though he knows Steve's not understanding shit. Sure, he was dragging Steve along his nerd shit and, sure, Steve was willing to be dragged. But that was because Steve was a gentleman. Felling funny next to him was natural and expected, because he is charming and touchy and really, really good at making Eddie laugh. So, he kind of accepted it. He was liking Steve. In love, if you will. And was pretty mad at himself for it — Steve Harrington, of all people.

So, months go by. And Steve is still in love, and Eddie is still in love, and none of them are actually doing anything about it. Until there's Christmas. And they were stuck together in Eddie's trailer because snow was thick and Eddie didn't want Steve to risk himself driving home.

They were watching The Grinch, cause Eddie said he liked the guy — enough to wear a ugly sweater with Grinch's face in it, telling Santa Claus to fuck off. Steve thought the green grumpy thing looked like Eddie, but didn't say so, because the blonde Who lady might look a little too much like Steve and that may be used against him.

They were cuddling on the couch, and that happened without much thinking. They just sat down and in the next moment they were as glued as it comes. Steve was playing with Eddie's hair, the movie almost on it's end. Eddie was holding on Steve's torso, seeking the warmth the weather wasn't providing that night.

Steve's hands lowered, caressing Eddie's back, and he shuddered.

“What's wrong?”, Steve asked, voice hoarse from being unused.

“Feelin' cold”, Eddie whispered. “Could you lay lower? I wanna hug you”. Steve didn't have to be asked twice. He lowered himself and was facing Eddie now. His nose and mouth red from the cold weather, making him look like a deer — with his pretty doe eyes.

Steve smiled, hugging Eddie and putting his chin on his shoulder. “There you go”. He felt Eddie's smile against his skin. “It's late, wanna sleep?”.

Silence. And then a silky voice ghosting his ear. “Could we stay here a little more?”. Eddie turned his face back at him, finding Steve's lips in a pout, and his eyes closed. Eddie's cologne really felt like heaven that night.

Steve opened his eyes, finding an amused Eddie in front of him. “What?”.

Eddie chuckled. “I'm trying to figure you out”.

Steve smiled. “What did you conclude so far?”.

“That you like to be held, and gets really beautiful when sleepy”. He said shamelessly. It was really late and his mouth had it's own mind now.

Steve blinked. “Do I?”.

Eddie's eyes also had their own mind now, flickering between Harrington's hooded eyes and his mouth. “You do, I swear”.

Steve got to catch Eddie's eyes on his mouth for a little too long. And whispered a low, low 'Eddie'.

Steve was trembling, just a little bit. Eddie was pretty and the night was perfect and all that rightness made him disconcerted, the butterflies in his tummy dancing like crazy.

Unbeknownst by him, Eddie was feeling the same. God, having a former ladies man in his arms on Christmas night was almost killing him, specially if said ladies man was looking so, so beautiful by dawn light.

They kissed, not sure about who started it, but glad enough it happened. They kissed for minutes or hours more, who cares. But they kissed, fucking finally.

And they didn't have the guts to get up and go to bed, so Wayne was the one to find the two of them sleeping on the couch the next morning, with The Grinch tape still on.

Yeah, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Nancy and Wayne: now them all knew. After all, Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(Adapted from my twitter account @/sillycervero).

#anecdote #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #they love each other dearly and everybody should know that #thats what steve said to eddie when he found out the whole hawkins knew about them #oh god theyre stupid #romantic and silly thats what i am

[l1c0r1c3-c00k13]

You....actually seem surprisingly friendly and kind and joyful! Makes it hard to believe you blueberry creme is in a holding cell. I'm surprised you didn't just....ask blueberry creme if you could hop onto their blog and answer a few questions. Blueberry creme is so friendly, I'm sure they would have said yes! I don't think you needed to kidnap them to appear on the blog.

Some of blueberry creme's friends have shown up on the blog casually and they were friendly too! Sooo now I'm curious why you kidnapped him in the first place. Is there some sorta....context I don't know about? Like....sorry for assuming and feel free to get angry at me for this but are you...like...secretly evil or something? Again sorry for just assuming just usually...kidnapping is what bad guys do.

Again, so sorry if I'm wrong.

And sorry for over apologizing if I am...anxiety is mean. :(

Oh, the kidnapping was Irish Cream Liqueur Cookie's idea!! They were the one who suggested all of this..I don't actually remember why..something about uh..Yeah, my mind is completely blank on the subject. . .But no, as far as evil goes, that is one thing I am not ^^ I try my best to be respectful, and mind my manners, I was quite the party host back when i was more than a shadow, it was quite fun back then me and....Ah, sorry, i was rambling! But, I did ask Blueberry Creme to maybe help me set up a thing like this of my own later on..Then maybe He can come back to this one!! ^^

~ “Forgotten Shadow Cookie”

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #crk #cookie run #crk oc #crk ocs #cookie run kingdom oc #my art

[semper-legens]

25. Destined, by PC and Kristin Cast

Owned: No, library Page count: 325 My summary: Neferet's plans have ramped up. Killing Zoey's mother to make her perfect vessel, Aurox, wasn't enough. She wants to destroy Zoey and her friends, and she's going to need power to do it. The Darkness is calling...meanwhile, Zoey's friends face trouble amongst themselves. Rephaim is still settling in, and Erin and Shaunee have started to separate themselves. And Zoey is grieving her mother's death. Can they get it together long enough to find out what really happened? My rating: 1/5 My commentary:

Back at it again with the House of Night and hoo boy folks, this one's a doozy. I'm so close to the endgame now - only three more to go after this! And as soon as they come into the library, I swear, I'm speedrunning this shit. But this post is going to be the opposite of speedrunning. Turns out I have a lot to say about this continued train wreck, and I'm gonna spill a lot of digital ink in so doing! So without further ado, let's get down to it.

Right off the bat, we have a healthy dose of ableism! Yep, this book introduces Shaylin, who became blind as a child and is Marked by Erik. But she's Marked as a red vampire, and immediately regains her sight - and is gifted an aura-sensing True Sight. And of course, she goes on and on and on about how great it is that she's not blind anymore, and how bad being blind was, and it's just enough to make me cringe. Because all blind people need is to magically get their sight back! Not, like, better accommodations to help them live in a world that hasn't been built for them, or to be treated like actual adults or something. Nope. Magical sight, that's the best thing. It carries forward that unhealthy idea that vampires in this world are physically 'perfect' - before, we've seen the kids whose bodies reject the Change being portrayed as fat, greasy, and unfit. Now, it seems that disabled kids aren't allowed to be vampires while retaining their disability. Gross!

Nefert has a new boytoy, and his name is Aurox. Get it, because he's a werebull. Sort of - he was gifted by the white bull of Darkness, and he can turn into a bull involuntarily. But because Neferet botched the summoning, Aurox has a soul and stuff. Specifically, Heath's. Remember Heath? Zoey's human boyfriend, got necksnapped by Kalona? Yeah, the book treats it like it's a big mystery, but it's so obvious that it's Heath. Aurox knows things about Zoey he shouldn't, calls Zoey by Heath's pet name for her, has his mannerisms…it's one thing for a book for teenagers to be simpler than I, an adult, expect, it's another for it to be so obvious that a toddler could realise what's going on. And yet again, we've got another topless teen badboy who angsts about being evil and is gonna get a redemption arc. Christ alive, how many of those are there? Stark, Kalona, Rephaim, now Aurox…we get it, Casts, you got a kink. Can you please come up with another male character?

Speaking of male characters, in order to sew some chaos, Neferet's invited humans to come work at the House of Night, which means we're introduced to Lenobia's cowboy, Travis. He's a cowboy. Who works at the stables. And Lenobia, running minor character and horsemaster at the House of Night, is falling hard for him. What does this relationship do, plotwise, other than add a sexy cowboy to the cast? Even though I've criticised things like Stevie Rae and Rephaim or Zoey and…most male characters…I can at least acknowledge that they serve a function. Introducing or adding to the theme of redemption, giving those characters conflicts and secrets, furthering the plot somehow. But this? I guess it's giving us an insight into Lenobia, but so far all I've gathered is that she has a thing for cowboys and doesn't want to be romantically involved with anyone but oh no this guy's too sexy. It drags the book down and takes up valuable page time - not to mention that Travis himself has less depth than a Mills and Boon cowboy. He's just…charming and folksy and respectful to Lenobia and loves horses. Exactly the sexy cowboy archetype. Bleh. Lenobia seems like she might have been an interesting character, but the new context we learn about her is entirely about her love life, or lack thereof, and nothing to do with who she is as a person. It's lacklustre, is what I'm getting at here.

Neferet continues to be the big bad, evilly doing evil things because she's evil. She's escalated to human sacrifice and gives blood to the Darkness to drink whenever she needs something. As if she wasn't enough of a cackling supervillain already. My biggest problem with Neferet is that there's no depth to her. Why is she doing what she's doing? Sure, she wants power, she wants to rule the world and become a goddess, but why? I don't need a Disney-live-action-movie backstory for her, just something other than her hatred for Zoey and lust for power! Has this always been a facet of her from before Zoey? Was she striving towards this goal before Zoey? And, of course, for all that the Casts seem to think they're clever for making the evil bull the white one, we have the Darkness demanding blood in order to do Neferet's bidding. Not at all an overdone trope. And the way they take it from her is uncomfortably sexual - almost like the Casts haven't gotten over their whole 'slutshame the villainous female character' thing. Above all, though, Neferet falls into the biggest trap for her character archetype - she's not camp enough. If you want to have a cackling balls-to-the-wall Evil Bitch as a main villain, she needs to own it. Think Maleficent! Think Ursula! Neferet just isn't interesting enough or ridiculous enough, that's my problem.

Meanwhile, there's trouble in Zoey's inner circle. Erin and Shaunee, the Twins, have started to un-twin themselves, separating from each other to become their own people. This would be a perfectly fine plot point, but for three things. One, Erin and Shaunee aren't well-developed in general - literally, their only character trait is that they are Twins. This would be a good time to give them more character, except that this mostly unfolds with people standing around and telling Shaunee how much nicer she is now, rather than us being shown it really. Two, it seems to come right out of nowhere? There's no particular reason it happens. And three, none of the other characters seem to care about Erin after it happens. They're obviously setting up for Erin to become more of an antagonistic character later, but as soon as the split occurs, all Zoey and her friends seem to care about and check in on is Shaunee - nobody ever checks in on Erin or seems to give much of a shit about her as a person. Which is…really fucking weird? Like, if Zoey et al had checked in on Erin and been yelled at or something, that'd make sense. But it's like this girl wasn't their friend at all, so quickly is she dumped. And that's just lazy writing. It's a clear signal to the reader that Shaunee is the 'good one' and Erin is the 'bad one', despite it being a particularly cold and uncaring thing for the characters to do in-universe. There's no reason why Zoey can't be like 'hey are you okay' to Erin at least once. It'd give a chance to show how Erin is changing! But nope. Subtext is for cowards. Let's just spell it all out to the audience. Wouldn't want them to start thinking.

And yet, for all that seems to be going on here, that's actually a negative. Because it makes the book so unfocused. You can hardly concentrate on one plot thread, so much is being brought up and juggled and dropped. And a lot of it isn't resolved - sure, this is a series and there's three more books after this, but it just feels like the Casts are throwing a lot of spaghetti at the wall to see what will stick. It strikes me as a series that hasn't been tightly planned, that was loosely improvisational, and it really shows. New conflicts come out of nowhere and aren't properly foreshadowed in anyone's behaviour. New twists are set up that are predictable from the moment they are introduced. Characters are sort of fleshed out, but only in very limited ways. Characters stick to one-dimensional archetypes. There's a lot going on, but it's all as thin as paper. And it's just as bad as all the books that came before it.

Next up, time travelling meets a pirate tale.

#Destined #PC Cast #Kristin Cast #bookblr #book blog #1

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 22

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

I've never been able to pinpoint the exact moment my consciousness slips free of my body and leaves it behind.

I just know when it's happened.

I know it's happened when I open my eyes and find myself outside the circle, watching myself and John.

My body looks still and peaceful as a statue of the seated Buddha, while John watches warily, on the lookout for any sign of a change.

For the moment, we're both safe.

Things are under control and I sense only one other presence.

"Mr. Martinez?"

I turn, my astral body feeling as real as my physical one and see Kyle watching me from the shadows in the corner of the shop.

Right. Not creepy at all."

Kyle?" I move towards him cautiously. "Are you okay?"

His eyes gleam with uncanny light, like an animal's at night.

"I'm scared," he whispers.

Christ. Poor kid.

"Do you remember what happened?"

He shakes his head.

"I went to buy lunch. Then... I was back here. I keep trying to leave. Sometimes I go home. But I always come back here."

Great. He's stuck in a loop.

I suck my bottom lip and try to come up with the right words.

"Kyle, it's okay. Don't worry about lunch. I'm not hungry anymore. Are you?"

"No," he says, his voice small and soft as a child's. "I don't feel anything anymore. What's happening to me, Mr. Martinez? Why am I like this?"

Fuck. This is messed up.

I hold out my hand to him.

"Kyle, come here. I'm gonna show you something, okay?"

With heartbreaking trust, he comes towards me and takes my hand.

"Close your eyes. I'm gonna take us somewhere. Don't open them until I say."

He nods and shuts his creepily gleaming eyes obediently.

I shut mine as well and envision the place I want to take us as strongly as I can.

When the sounds and smells of the location surround me, I open my eyes and blink against the glare of a bright, mid-morning sun, which makes me very glad my astral body isn't as hungover as my physical one.

"Okay, you can look now," I say.

Kyle blinks and rubs a hand, still blackened with ghostly engine grease, against his brow.

"Why are we in a cemetery, Mr. Martinez?"

Confronting someone with the fact of their death isn't the gentlest way to go about getting them to realize that they're dead but I need Kyle to get the point quickly.

It seems like he's fragmented, probably shattered by the extreme trauma of the manner in which he was killed and he doesn't seem aware of our previous encounters.

He probably forgets everything he's done as soon as he resets in the garage, like an NPC restarting a level in a video game.

Like the Ghost of Christmas Past, I point to the plain, budget grave marker at Kyle's feet.

It's not even a headstone... just a small plaque set in the grass and like someone trying to read in a dream, Kyle struggles to make out what it says.

I give him a minute and when he finally figures it out, his spirit flickers and loses a few shades of saturation as he looks up at me with eyes full of tragic defeat.

"Oh, yeah. I'm dead," he says. "I keep forgetting. Sorry, Mr. Martinez."

"It's okay. I just wanna help you. Do you remember what happened?"

Kyle gets a faraway look, as if he's daydreaming about something else... literally another life but after a moment, he shakes his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Martinez. I remember going for lunch. There were no burgers left. I was afraid you'd be mad, so I went... somewhere else. Then it's all... blurry after that."

I bite back a sigh of exasperation.

On the one hand, it's a mercy Kyle doesn't remember what happened to him.

Seeing his insides become outsides, while he was still alive and knowing there was no way he could survive something like that, is a trauma that would break anyone's mind.

On the other hand, it would have been really convenient if he could just tell me who the bad guy was.

"What's the last thing you remember clearly?" I ask.

"Someone called my name," he says. "They called me and I was happy because..."

He trails off as his expression goes blank.

He flickers again, now so drained of color he's practically in black and white.

'Fuck, I'm losing him. If he resets, I'll have to start all over.'

"Kyle, concentrate. Who was it? Who called your name?"

"My name?"

He looks at me and suddenly his eyes are completely clear and lucid and full of fear.

"My parents."

"What? Kyle, your parents are..."

Sheer terror contorts his face and he reaches for me, grasping my left shoulder with a hand like ice.

'Find my parents, Mr. Martinez. And stay away from him."

"Who is 'him' Kyle?"

He's fading fast, almost transparent and his voice is a thin echo of what it was.

"Help me."

With those two, barely audible words, he's gone.

Then my world tips to the side, flipped like a rotating mirror and goes dark.

Dizzy and disoriented, I pick myself up.

Darkness surrounds me and while I stand in my astral body, I get the sense there is no real 'down' or 'up' in this place.

Great. I slipped into a shadow plane, probably dragged along by Kyle.

He's not here, though. And yet, I'm not alone.

Something dark is watching me... something close.

I've only felt a presence like this once before.

Aunt Toni barely dragged me back to the living world on time and I had nightmares for months.

It's the same feeling of swimming in dark water and being suddenly convinced that there's something beneath you, about to grab you and drag you down or feeling you're being watched from the shadows in the woods.

A primal, instinctive fear that can quickly escalate to panic.

I tamp down on it, hard, doing my best to remain calm.

Emotions are energy and in a place like this, energy attracts demons the way movement attracts the Rex in Jurassic Park.

Then again, just like a real t-rex probably had pretty good eye-sight and would have had no problem spotting someone even if he was holding still, so too, whatever's in this place will have no trouble finding me.

As it nears, its presence overwhelms me.

Whatever it is, it's big and bad and I don't know if even the world's greatest exorcist 'whoever that is' would have a chance against something like this.

It's as many times more powerful than I am as I am to an ant.

Still, ants can bite and I ready what defenses I have and prepare to fight.

Something looms above me, big as a building.

I get an impression of an immense form, leathery wings, bone and stinking flesh... fire, ash and rot.

I choke, falling back beneath the stench and then I'm falling again, my world flips like an hourglass and my eyes... my real, flesh and blood eyes... snap open.

I'm on my back, lying on the hard, cold, deliciously real concrete of my garage and the face of an angel looks down on me.

"Jesus fucking Christ Carlos, are you alive?" John asks.

I cough and fill my lungs with air a few times.

"Yeah. Looks that way."

"Fuck."

He hangs his head and I wince and rub my chest, which is weirdly sore.

Also my mouth tastes like mint.

"What happened?" I ask. "Is the circle intact?"

He lifts his head and glares at me, eyes bloodshot with stress.

"Yeah, the circle's fine. You, on the other hand, fell over and had what looked like a seizure. Then you stopped breathing. I gave you CPR. I just about gave up when... you came back."

He rubs a hand over his mouth and stares down at me, as if afraid I'll pass out again or disappear if he takes his eyes off me.

Meanwhile, I'm boneless as a jellyfish with relief.

Wherever I was, whatever I saw, it didn't follow me through.

Neither is there any trace of Kyle.

"Sorry," I say, sitting up gingerly. "I should have warned you that might happen."

"You think?"

I cough and laugh.

"I'm okay, really. It's not impossible for someone to lose the connection to their physical body entirely while traveling but it's super rare."

"So, what you're saying is the chance you could have died is greater than zero."

"Uh... yeah. I guess."

"Fucking hell," he sighs and shakes his head. "Okay, what now?"

"Help me up."

I ask more because I want to feel the solid, physical warmth of a living body than because I really need help but he obliges.

I lean into his strength, breathe his scent and accidentally find myself resting against his chest, my head on his shoulder and my arms around his waist.

"Uh... So are you okay now?" he asks, sounding a bit strained, when I finally come back to reality.

"Sorry," I release him and step back a pace. "I just needed to get grounded again. This will just take a minute."

Quickly, I complete the ritual, sending any lingering spirits back to their home realms and cleansing the circle before I break it, releasing the sacred space.

"So, what did you get?" John asks, as I cross to my work bench, grab a clean rag and use it to wipe the sweat from my face.

I tell him what Kyle told me.

"He wants you to look for his parents? That case is long cold," John says, frowning. "Anything else?"

After a slight hesitation, I tell him about the presence.

He listens non-reactively, neither accepting nor rejecting but simply absorbing what I have to say.

'Again, perfect guy.'

"What's wrong now?" he asks, as I slump a little and sigh.

"Nothing. Did I say anything on this side?"

"Nope. You just sat there until you fell over and had a fit."

I laugh and then cough again, rubbing my sore sternum.

"Thanks for trying to save me, even if it wasn't necessary."

"Are you sure it wasn't?" he asks. "I gave you artificial respiration for almost five minutes. People have been brain dead after not breathing for less time."

'Mouth to mouth for five minutes? Why did I have to be unconscious for that?'

I frown at him.

"My body is used to it. And it might look like I'm not breathing, but I am... just very slowly. In fact, forcing me to breathe faster might do more harm than good. But... thank you for saving my life."

He breaks eye contact and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he checks his cell-phone.

"Shit," he swears, scrolling through his messages.

"What?"

"They ID'd the body we found in the park."

"Who was it?" I ask, craning to see over his shoulder.

"One Daryl Sparks. A private investigator based out of Shasta City."

He taps a link in a message and a website opens on his phone.

A balding white guy with teeth so bleached they put snow to shame grins from the top of a page full of glowing endorsements, including... 'The best detective since Sherlock Holmes'... which, honestly, seems like a bit of a stretch.

"What was he doing in Spring Lakes?" I ask.

Shasta's only about an hour away, which isn't that much in this region of remote little towns but still not a drive one takes without a reason.

"That, dear Watson, is the question," John murmurs.

"Or rather, given where and how he was killed, I'd bet my last dollar he was investigating Kyle's death. So, the real question is... who hired him?"

"Can't you find out? Hack his computer or whatever?"

He looks over his shoulder at me.

"Probably. That's my next move, anyway. You up for a little drive?"

"You... want me to come with you?" I ask, hoping I don't sound as desperately hopeful as I feel.

He turns and meets my eyes with an intensity that roots me to the spot.

"Yeah. If this guy's a ghost now, he might go back to a place he's connected to, right? Besides, after what just happened, I am not letting you out of my sight until this is over and done. Especially not tonight. Understand?"

I nod. Unless we can stop it, tonight is the night of the second Feast.

"Good. Grab whatever you need for your ghost hunt and let's go." 

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the red haired pirates realizing how touch starved you are

Shanks: any one notice (y/n) is a bit... Well they shy away from physical contact.

Doc: yeah I have

Benn: I hugged them yesterday and they didn't seem to know what to do, so they just stood there and patted me on the head.

Shanks: hey (y/n)! ... Why are weird about physical touch?

You: ...

Benn: smooth boss, real tactful

You: I'm not used to physical touch, that's all.

Doc: humans need on average eight hugs a day to get enough cortisol levels to maintain mental health.

You: ... I don't think I've had that many hugs in the last decade.

Doc: ...

Benn: *stunned* are you serious?

You: *shifts uncomfortably* yeah?

Shanks: when was the last time you had a hug, besides Benn yesterday?

You: ....... I don't remember

Doc: surely your family gave hugs?

You: no, we all kept one another at arm's length.

Shanks: *gets up and moves closer to you*

You: *knows what he's doing* don't

Shanks: *pulls you into his chest and tightly wraps his arm around you, squishing your cheek into his pectoral*

You: *tries to pull away and feels tears well up in your eyes* let go

Shanks: no *waits several minutes for you to yield to him*

You: *goes limp and starts to cry from sensory and emotional overload* please stop, please

Shanks: oh sweetheart *feels bad for not listening, but supports your weight and keeps you pressed into his chest and feels your tears running down his chest as he moves both of you to sit down*

Ten minutes later

You: *emotionally drained and cried out as you sit in Shanks's lap*

Shanks: *rubbing your upper back in a comforting manner* you good?

You: *doesn't respond, just moves further into him*

Shanks: *chuckles but pulls you closer*

Twenty minutes later

You: *asleep, curled up in Shanks's lap*

Benn: never thought someone could have that strong of a response to a little hug. But then I suppose that's why people say, "those that smile the brightest are often in the most pain"

Yassop: that's deep bro

Shanks: ... I have to pee

Doc: you aren't allowed to move with (y/n) sleeping in your lap

Shanks: but *gets up*

You: *clings to him as he stands and whines*

The crew: sit back down

Shanks: *puts his hand on his hip and huffs* I didn't know you were this strong

You: *starts to slide down his torso* nooo!

Benn: *scoops you up and tucks you into his embrace and lap* what is wrong with you

Shanks: *rolls his eyes and goes pee*

Author's note: here's some of my angst for your viewing, sorry not sorry.

#akagami no shanks #one piece #akagami no shanks imagine #akagami no shanks x reader #red haired shanks imagine #red hair pirates #red haired shanks x reader #red haired pirates #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks imagine #benn Beckman #yassop #from the depths of the dragon's hoard #tma original #12/6/21 #no beta we die like men

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

#nct smut #nct ff #nct au #wayv #nct #johnny smut #johnny ff #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #donghyuck ff #donghyuck smut #haechan smut #suh johnny ff #nct johnny smut #nct preferences #nct preference #nct u smut #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct oneshot #nct johnny ff #seo johnny ff #seo johnny

[jojohotel]

Can i ask a fluffy headcanons of jotaro + kakyoin (separate) with a childhood friend s/o? like the boys develope some feelings to the s/o ( Childhood friends to Lovers(?) )

Of course! Hope i got your request right.

Enjoy!

Jotaro, Kakyoin childhood friends to lovers headcanons

CUT FOR LENGHT!

Jotaro Kujo

It takes a long time and knowing for Jotaro to like someone. Not in a romantic way, but to spend time and consider them someone close.

Kujo never really had a big group of friends. Due to his more introverted and delinquent manners. Even if his group of friends was small, they were the ones he most cared about. And you were part of that group of friends.

Time passed, the small group of friends grew up, bit by bit distancing themselves from each other, everyone getting their own life and leaving people who they cared for and loved behind. Not out of selfishness, but because of life.

But you stayed there. For one of the most important people in your life, and Jotaro wouldn't forget you easily.

Even if time passed, Jotaro still had difficulty expressing that he likes someone; and that he appreciated them due to his personality. You were one of those people that, even if he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings, knew that he appreciated your friendship and that you were dear to him.

When Jotaro noticed that what he felt for you were more than just friendship, he tried to ignore it. Hoping it would go away.

Turns out it didn't.

As time passed and those feelings kept coming, he started to distance himself from you, thinking it would help.

Turns out it didn't PT.2

Jotaro would keep distancing himself from you until you asked him what's up, or he got the courage to say what's going on.

His biggest fear was to end or make the mood weird between you two awkward and end up losing his best friend because of his goddamn feelings.

You would have to take the initiative and ask Kujo what was up. Why is he acting so weird?

It would take a long time for Jotaro to answer your question. There was too much going on in his head.

At first, he would deny and say that you were imagining things. If you insisted enough, he would tell you what was going on.

He confesses his feeling in an angry tone. Because of how long it took him to say it; and all the embarrassment of telling you about his feelings.

One of his last words when telling about his feeling was "I'm sorry"

He messed everything up, didn't he? There it goes, one of the most important people in his life, just because he couldn't control his goddamn feelings.

Jotaro was looking away when you started saying that you also had feelings for him.

He is shocked. He didn't expect you to like him too. In the beginning, he thinks you are saying it because of pity, so he says that you don't need to pity him. You don't have to pretend you like him

oh boy, that hit way too close

As you told him that you weren't doing this out of pity, that you were relieved that he also liked you back and that you truly liked him, and a lot more than a friendly way, Jotaro started believing you more.

Noriaki Kakyoin

You were Kakyoin's only friend except for his parents, during his childhood, and a huge part of his life.

Kakyoin adores you. Since he doesn't have a lot of people, you are special to him. He is constantly remembering all the good moments you two had in his head, and laughing at it at the end.

When Nori noticed that he started to get feelings for you, he wouldn't be bothered. He just couldn't show that he liked you like that.

After those feelings resisted for some time, he would feel bad; and quite guilty for falling in love with a childhood friend. Really, out of all people, why you? Yeah, you were important to him but way too important to lose you.

If he did anything that exposed his feelings for you, depending on your reaction, one of his few and most important friendships would be over.

When it gets too much, Kakyoin decides to confess.

He would wait for a moment between just you two. The first thing he would do was to apologize and ask you do not to have a bad impression of him after what he would say.

Kakyoin told you that it's been a long time since he started thinking about you in a way more than a friend and that he feels guilty about it. He also started talking about the fear of losing you because of his feelings.

As you told that, wow, you didn't know he liked you and proceeded to say that you also liked him, Kakyoin would just murmur:

"what?"

He is too in shock. He thought that this would lead to the worst-case scenario, you end your friendship with him.

Kakyoing expresses how happy he is that he isn't the only one feeling it, and thanks to you for being so understanding and not being mad at him.

#jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #hotel.jotaro.com #hotel.kakyoin.com #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin headcanons

[twistedmusings]

Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst smut #cater diamond #cater x reader #twst mc #adult section #//rushed and messy...but I bet that is what making out with Cater is like

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Hi ♥ I'm so sorry for asking this but my mind has been a mess since I read the last chapter. But if you have the time and idea will you share your most fluffiest headcanon/fanon of the aot characters. It could be all levihan or anyone really. Of course, if you want to that is cause I know I may be asking for way too much. But I just can't conjure anything right now. You could also link me with anything if you can't (I'm actually saving your latest fic for this very reason. So so excited to read that one) Sorry to bother you. Wishing your day is better than mine ♥

Oh bb! There there! 💖 It’s okay! And no need to apologise! I love thinking up HCs! God the last chapter sounds like a real trip... here are some headcanons for you (this is a complete mess because I’m a messy bitch), but I hope they make you smile! Some might be really ooc, haven’t read the manga!

If anyone’s upset about the chapter and want more HCs hit me up (spoiler free, as always💖)! I have more!

Hanji sneezes like a dad. Like full on HAXCHAAAABWAAAAAA. It makes everyone jump. It also earns a few shrieks (Hanji you can’t do that they’re all traumatised kids). Everyone except Levi who just deadpans. “At least cover your mouth dipshit...”

Erwin does not know how to respond to anyone’s jokes but his own (save for a few notable mentions). If you tell him a joke he likes, he’ll go on about it for days. He’ll bring it up to everyone (occasionally unknowingly appropriating it as his own). Nobody finds his jokes particularly funny. He also doesn’t know how to respond to Levi or Hanji’s banter. With Hanji, he often responds by chuckling affectionately. Like how you would a puppy. With Levi, Erwin can never really tell if he’s being serious, so he just responds with a “uh... yeah... Alright...”

Erwin and Mike have matching tattoos. They got it during a really messy night out after an expedition. The tattoo is really bad, really cheesy, Hanji probably egged them on. Nanaba sighs every time she sees it.

Moblit is a lightweight. Clingy when drunk. Also gossips a lot. Erwin takes advantage of this and Nifa/Nanaba has to step in.

Nanaba receives the most valentines! She gets many from the cadets as well. (I think this is Canon somewhere?) Also Hans and Nans link arms all the time you can’t tell me otherwise.

Reiner is that friend who asks for advice in a roundabout manner. “So I have a friend... And he recently developed a crush on this girl right... But back home, he had a boy who wouldn’t stop tormenting him you know? Like an actual bully. But he just... thinks about his bully sometimes and wonders how he’s doing... What does that mean?” And Jean is always right on his bullshit- “means you’re a raging bisexual, Reiner...”

Jean has ONE pickup line he always uses on Mikasa when he’s drunk (with no recollection of ever using it). “Remember me? Oh, that's right, I've only met you in my dreams.” And Mikasa is so used to it by now she finishes the line for him when he’s midway through (“in your dreams right?) and she’s always amused when he just gapes in shock.

Levi discovers Armin’s pet rat one day during a routine check. He’s mortified. He fuckin hates rats. And the rules are clear- no pets. But Armin is sniffling and he can’t deal so he gets Hanji to deal with “the infestation”. Hanji sighs and goes through the rules with him- no pets, Armin. And Hanji thinks goddamn, this has certainly come full circle. She remembers the many pets she’s smuggled into the bunks during her cadet days and she softens, whispers to Armin and tells him tips and tricks to keep them a secret. Ratticus lived to a ripe old age of 5.

Levi has a standard way of comforting the kids. He’ll make them tea when they’re visibly upset. He’ll set it down in front of them wordlessly with a biscuit (special ration) on the side. If it still doesn’t work, he’ll ask them if he needs to get Hanji.

Sasha and Mikasa have a thing where they’ll talk to one another like noble ladies. “Could you pass the sugar, Lady Blouse?” “Have you heard about Connie’s foot rot Lady Ackerman? Absolutely ghastly business...” they gossip like that too. Sometimes they put on their best dresses at night and just sit around their room, talking and doing one another’s hair.

Levi and Hanji have their own thing where Hanji would play different roles and Levi just... goes with it? “A long day at work bringing home the bacon and I come home to this mess?! Where’s my back rub woman!” And Levi responds seamlessly with a “if you spend half the time you spend at the pub at home you’ll know how hard it is to keep a house”.

Connie has moments of sheer genius that leaves everyone stunned. It comes and it goes. One moment he waxes philosophical, or comes up with some complex strategy, and the next he’s everyone favourite idiot again. “And... He’s back...” the rest would say.

When they had been kids, people used to mix up Jean and Eren all the time. And they used to respond with a very disgusted “I’m Eren/Jean you idiot!” But now they’re older and they look radically different so people get it right but it’s a running joke for Jean to say “I’m Eren you idiot!” And for Eren to say “I’m Jean you idiot!”

#levihan #jeankasa #levihan hc #jeankasa hc #104 #vets hc #Reiner Braun #Mikasa Ackerman #Jean Kirstein #hange zoe #Levi Ackerman #Mike zacharius #Nanaba #Erwin smith #Eren Jaeger #Sasha Blouse #Armin Arlert #moblit berner #Connie Springer #sakurasmoon #mine #inbox #shingeki no kyojin

[fanmoose12]

a little something for @bruciesnat :) i know i've promised it like a lifetime ago, sorry for the delay! oh, and i decided to combine it with a prompt i also received a long while ago <3

Mike doesn't know why he's doing this. Doesn't understand how he agreed to it, can't comprehend why Erwin would make him do it. Mike doesn't know what he had done to deserve this- this punishment.

He's- he's a good man. An honest one. He serves to ensure the future of humanity, he risks his life to give others a better one.

He's good at it too, he's excellent at fighting and slashing and scouting. He was the best one at it, before- before the annoying midget came.

The same annoying midget, who is insanely strong and easily irritated. The same annoying midget, who has a crush on their adorable Hange. Hange, who Mike has to seduce to test Erwin's theory that Levi, insanely strong, easily irritated Levi, truly has a crush on their Hange.

Mike swallows heavily as he sits next to Hange, just a little too close as Erwin instructed. He smells that it won't end well.

He cringes, as he puts his arm around her shoulders.

Mike likes Hange, a lot actually. Sometimes he feels like they're siblings that were torn apart by some bigger entity. So yeah, he likes Hange. But definitely not like that.

But, oh well, anything for the cause, right?

"Hey, Hans," he murmurs, adopting his most seducting tone. He hopes that his smile is charming enough to captivate their dear scientist. "Are you free tonight? I have two tickets to the theater perfomance," he leans in closer, lowering his voice to what could probably (Mike is an eternal optimist!) be called an enticing whisper. "They're showing the creation of the the Walls tonight."

Somewhere on his periphery, Mike can see a swift dark shadow that oozes the smell of detergent. That shadow, it grows closer, its aura becoming more menacing.

Mike can only hope that if Levi attempts to kill him, Erwin would intervene.

Although... knowing Erwin, he'd just write Mike's death off as a necessary sacrifice.

He takes his hand off Hange. The shadow retreats a few steps back.

"Sorry, Mike," Hange shrugs with a small, apologizing smile. "I showed that play to Levi a few weeks ago. I had my fill of religious propaganda for now. But if you're looking for someone to accompany you," she winks and turns around. Mike's heart sinks. "Levi really liked going to the theatre! He'll be happy to tag along, right, Levi?"

Mike meets Levi's eyes, and sees nothing but desire for murder inside.

Mike quickly scrambles to his feet. "You know, I'll just ask Gelgar to go with me. I'm sure he doesn't have anything better to do."

And they can get wasted afterwards. Mike really needs that after this conversation.

Just as he retreats, Levi takes his place, sitting down next to Hange, also just a little too close.

The mission had failed spectacularly, but, Mike consoles himself, at least he learned that Hange and Levi went to theatre together. And sometimes intel is more important than the victory, right?

Ah, if only Erwin would share his opinion on that.

***

Erwin's second attempt is even worse than the first one, but, at least, this time it doesn't directly involve Mike. Still, he's an unwilling spectator to it, and, just as the last time, he doesn't like where all of this is going.

He already feels bad for the poor guy Erwin hired to hit on Hange during the annual military ball. Where did Erwin get the money - did he take them from the Corps' funds or his own allowance, Mike doesn't know, and, frankly, he isn't sure which option is more disturbing.

At least, the actor is handsome, Mike doesn't know if Hange would like him, he doesn't know if she has a type, and if she does, he hopes it's not annoying midgets, but the guy is handsome, there is no denying that.

Hange has cleaned up fairly well too, the white suit looks excellent on her, bringing out all of her best assets, demonstrating her wide hips and lean, long legs. The hair, gathered in a neat bun, shows her long, gorgeous neck, and the light make-up make her even more gorgeous than usual.

When she and Erwin walked through the front door - him in his blue suit and Hange in her white, symbolising their Wings of Freedom, everyone had their breath taken away.

Even Mike was a little shocked to see Hange dressed up like this, and Levi, who stood right next to him, was completely blown away, staring at Hange with wide-eyed, lovestruck look.

Thanks to Levi's ridiculous expression, Mike now understands why Erwin goes to such length to bring their resident weirdos together. It is delightful to watch Levi behave like that, and Mike longs to see more of this side of him.

Soon after Hange and Erwin make their grand entrance, their guy makes the first move.

He approaches Hange, his eyes bright and smile so charming it makes Mike envious that Hange is at the receiving end of it. He kisses her hand, whispers something in her ear.

"He praises her recent experiment. I thought it was a good place to start," Erwin explains quietly to him.

"Ah," Mike nods. So Erwin thought every detail through? Not surprising at all. "Think this would have an effect on Levi?"

"It already does," Erwin says, pointing to a furious cloud of black hair and suit that is approaching them at a rapid speed.

"Has four-eyes lost all shame?" Levi practically growls, his eyes throwing flames. "Is she seriously flirting with a fucker from the MP?"

"He's not a soldier," Mike answers, reciting a legend Erwin created. "He's actually a wealthy merchant from the South. Heard he sells apples to the King himself."

"And since when Hange is interested in someone like him," Levi crosses hands on his chest, his glare turning even darker, as Erwin's actor takes Hange by the hand and leads her to the dance floor.

"You know, you can ask Hange to a dance," Erwin advices with a pleased smile. "Then she won't be able to flirt with others."

Levi scoffs. "I would rather fight a horde of titans than dance with stinky four-eyes."

Maria, Rose and Sina, Mike thinks. They're worse than children.

"Hange has taken a bath before coming here," he tells Levi.

Levi rolls his eyes. "And now she looks even more awful than usual."

Mike shares a look with Erwin. Does Levi prefer usual Hange, when she doesn't bath for days and her eyes water from the lack of sleep? It almost sounds cute.

"This is the last time I'm attending this shitty ball," Levi swears to Erwin. "Even wine here is shitty."

He marches away immediately after that, heading to the table with wine. Mike can barely stop his laughter, as he watches Levi take a glass of wine, drink a few large gulps of it, and then wince, his mouth moving as he probably murmurs violent curses. He doesn't take his eyes off Hange and her dance partner, and relaxes only when the song ends.

Both Mike and Erwin watch intently as the actor kisses Hange's hand once again. Hange blushes, and Mike almost coos. Levi grabs another glass of wine.

When the actor starts leading Hange away, in the direction of the balcony, Levi starts moving too. He intercepts them just at the edge of the ballroom.

Mike knows he should have expected something like that, knows that Levi doesn't exactly possess the best of manners, but pouring wine over someone? Over his own colleague and friend? Mike certainly didn't expect that.

He's delighted to see what happens next, though.

What happens is that Hange's gorgeous white suit is ruined and Levi wraps his hand around her wrist and drags her to the bathroom. He sports a unusually pleased expression and Hange is laughing herself silly.

Not a bad ending to this endeavor, Mike thinks.

"Another disaster," Erwin sighs.

***

Third time is a charm, or so Mike hopes.

This time Erwin decides to take matter in his hands, and that another sign that this plan will succeed.

The plan is simple, yet, hopefully, effective. Erwin is to whisk Hange away to some remote location, create a scene that would look like a moment between lovers, and Mike is to call Levi there and make sure he witnesses it all.

Erwin is a brave man, Mike thinks, as his Commander explains the plan to him. He would never dare to do something like that to humanity's strongest. To awaken his jealous streak... Mike is glad he's not in Erwin's place.

One sunny afternoon, the plan is set in motion. Erwin takes Hange, and Mike goes to find Levi.

He finds him fairly quickly, in the middle of cleaning Hange's room. Man, he could at least try to make his crush be less discreet. But that's beside the point now, because Levi is cleaning Hange's room and not watching Erwin and Hange. Mike confidently strides up to him.

"Levi! I've just been looking for you."

"What do you need?" he asks boringly. "And have you seen four-eyes? I can't find her all day."

Erwin prepared some legend, a reason why Mike needs Levi, but in the heat of the moment, Mike can't remember a single word. So he just yells "Come with me!" and hope that Levi follows.

Thankfully, he does.

Mike leads him to the stables, where Erwin is already at it. His palm is on the wall, next to Hange's head, and from Mike's point of view, it certainly looks like they're in the middle of... something naughty.

Next to him, Levi tenses, and Mike can practically hear his teeth grinding.

Mike prepares for something very ugly, but then...

"I- I didn't know that Erwin and four-eyes-" oh, fuck, it sounds like Levi is genuinely sad, like he's heartbroken or something. Mike feels a strange desire to hug the little guy and pat his head. But then he remembers that he and Erwin are the reason for Levi's distress right now, and... remorse starts kicking in.

"Levi, listen, it's not-"

"Levi!"

As always, Hange is the one to save the day.

She breaks free from Erwin and sprints to Levi, a wide smile on her face. "You won't believe what Erwin had just told me! He gave me permission to go in the town's library and bring back all the books I want! I'm in dire need of your muscles, humanity's strongest, you'll go with me, right?"

Levi still seems grouchy, but under Hange's sunny grin, his angry facade crumbles. "I don't know if Commander will allow it..."

He doesn't even try to hide his bitterness and irration. Mike disguises his chuckle as a coughing fit.

"Erwin!" Hange turns to him, eyes pleading. "Can Levi go with me?"

"Sure," Erwin nods. "Take all the time you need."

Hange yells in triumph, loud enough to make Mike wince. She grabs Levi by the hand and drags him away. Erwin watches them with a wistful smile.

"I don't think we should get involved in their relationships," Mike says, as he approaches Erwin. He stands close to his Commander, their shoulders pressing against each other. "We should let them figure it out themselves."

"Agreed," Erwin says. "I'm sure they'll manage well enough even without us."

Mike watches Hange wrap her arm around Levi, and is inclined to agree. They will certainly manage without them both.

Or, at least, Hange is able to manage.

And that should be enough.

#levihan

[jisungsplatforms]

Do you REALLY love me?

Pairing: Lee Minho x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, slight slight angst, crack-ish (this is actually a light-hearted fic)

Warnings: none (unless you count reader nearly dropping the ‘F’ bomb)

Soft, warm blankets covered your forms to protect yourselves from the cold weather, yet was somehow not enough to provide you the actual comfort you crave for. You snuggled closer to Minho's body as he tightened his arms around yours, kissing the back of your head as he does so. The two of you basked in each other's presence, until Minho broke the silence.

"Hey, Y/n?” You hummed to acknowledge him, keeping your eyes closed.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked quietly.

"Shoot. Go for it, love." Minho stiffened a little before sighing.

"Do you really love me?" With that one question, you shot up from your position to sit facing him instead, the atmosphere of the room turning intense.

"What?" The question bewildered you. Not once in your 3 years of dating have you ever doubt you and Minho's love for each other, so the question caught you off guard. Your heart began to raced with a mixture of anxiety, dread, and genuine confusion. Minho stared into your eyes with such intensity that it makes you even more nervous, for some reason. "Lee Minho. I love you with all my heart and not a day goes by that I thank whatever being out there for bringing us together," you say, moving closer to grab his face gently into your hands, tears forming into your eyes. "You are the only man in my life who I want to marry and grow up with until we're both old and wrinkly. I could never ever imagine my life without you in it, in fact, I don't even remember what it was like before meeting you. So how can you ask such a question?"

Minho nearly broke at the sight of your teary eyes. He sat up and hugged your weak form. You wrapped your arms around him, continuing on with your love rant.

"I love you so so much, Minho. I really do. Not once have I thought otherwise; you're the best thing to ever come into my life, you know?" you buried you head into his neck, breathing deeply to control your tears. Minho quietly rubbed your back, feeling his own tears in the back of his eyes.

" I know, I know. I just," he paused to set his own thought straight, "needed to ask to, you know, confirm, I guess." Aww man. Now I feel bad for asking my next question, he thought

"Yeah, okay. I get it. I'm sorry for getting emotional," you sniffled. "It just, kinda hurt me a little if I've ever made you doubt us; our relationship."

"Oh baby. No no no. Not once did I think that," he kissed the tip of your nose. "You're the best thing to ever come into my life too, Y/n." Minho sighed a little, rubbing his head on top of yours. "Now it feels like a bad time to ask you my next question."

You lifted your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows. "Huh?"

He awkwardly grinned at you. "Just to prove your love for me." You sniffed again, sitting up straight.

"Just ask me then. We're already deep in our feels," you giggled. He chuckled stiffly before letting out another sigh.

"If you really do love me," he paused to see your reaction before continuing, "how many cats do I own?" In that instant, you genuinely consider breaking up with Minho at that moment not really. You look at him incredulously

"Are you fu-"

"This was supposed to be a light-heart conversation!" he tried to defend himself, putting his arms up in a surrendering manner. "I didn't think you would end up crying!"

"Minho!"

"I’m sorry! Can you just please answer the question, though?" You sighed, somewhat annoyed yet relieved by the turn of events.

"3" Minho perked up by your answer.

"Yes! Now, what're their names?"

"Babe, you being for real right now?"

"What?! Even the rest of the guys don't know the answer to this, and I've known them for way longer!"

You rolled your eyes. "Fine. It's Soonie, Doongie, and-" you stopped yourself, realizing that you forgot one of their names. Ah, crap. You start sweating. Minho stares at you with hope in his sparkly eyes, waiting for your answer.

"Uhh. Soonie, Doongie, aaand..." Crap, crap, crap, what was the last one’s name!?

"You forgot, didn't you?" he deadpanned, realizing how long you were taking to name the last cat.

"Yes..."

He sighed. "How disappointing. I guess this means that you don’t actually love me like you said. Now we have no choice but to break up.” You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time before glaring at him. 

“God. You’re so dang annoying. Hurry up and kiss me, you doof.”

Minho laughed out loudly. “Gladly,” he said, planting a sweet kiss onto your lips. The two of you smiled into the kiss, slowly laying back down to go back to cuddling.

“His name is Dori, by the way...” *smack!* 

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