#hm i say it's a proving ground a lot

[vermillioncrown]

my heart might give out from stress

i don't want my drafts to remain in purgatory if that happens

here's a snippet from the blowjob brothers

happy vday or whatever

hlwi snippet: timkorv ceo and pa roleplay

tldr what you get when you have two overthinking maskers that are dating

(mature, allusions to exhibitionism)

Korvin is supposed to shadow Tim today as his PA. At the same time, he can stealthily join in discussions on some Wayne Enterprises & Subsidiaries’ projects for the next fiscal year. It’s dubious as hell, managerially incestuous, and not at all billable to any of the workbooks. Technically, Korvin is “Out of Office.”

Tam gives them a Look, Lucius gives them a bigger Look, and they both separately say, “Keep it out of Meeting Room 5B.”

“Pardon?” Korvin plays the wide-eyed mangénue well—first PA job fresh out of his management degree, definitely-of-course-not hired for his credentials nor family connections.

“Director Kwan-Wayne.” Lucius removes his glasses to polish them and says in a mild tone, “That 3 AM with M-Systems could have your name on it for the rest of your tenure. Clear?”

Korvin drops character for a brief moment of honesty. “Crystal, Chief Fox; keeping it contained.”

They get left alone late morning in Tim's office. Tam pointedly does not look in their direction and pushes the controls to shut the blinds.

That’s not Tim’s concern right now.

Right now, his only concern is coaxing the young and nervous PA to come play with him. Cute face, DSL, firm ass, and positively stacked—Tim has to have him under his hands as soon as possible. “I don’t have super hearing, Mr. Kwan. You’re going to have to come closer to my desk.”

His PA walks to the front of the desk, posture stiff and straight like he’s about to crumple with nerves given any leeway. He doesn’t look Tim in the eye; instead, he leans over the desk and clumsily holds the tablet out to show the agenda for the day.

“Mr. Drake, I have the brief for 11 AM printed—if I could go retrieve—”

“Mr. Kwan, no need for that; just brief me like this.”

“L-Like this?” Poor thing is flustered and baffled. Tim supposes he needs a bit of clear direction to help him along.

“Oral report,” he clarifies. And Tim can’t help it when the back of his pen traces against the younger man’s jaw. The metal tip goes up to the corner of his lips, tapping that tempting beauty mark right at the edge. All of it would look amazing wrapped around his cock. The heat would fog up those cute glasses, and if Tim gets careless with his aim? A little mess on those unruly curls wouldn’t be out of place. “Nervous when you speak, Mr. Kwan?”

“I-I,” his PA swallows, the motion framed by the turtleneck under his suit. The suit itself is nicely fitted, if a little juvenile in the fabric weight and cut; obviously a gift from someone with more means. The turtleneck pairing is tasteful, but a choice—hiding love bites? With the gift suit and his looks, maybe this type of “PA work” isn’t outside of the younger man’s experience. “I’m trying to work on. Uh. That, M-Mr. Drake.”

“Luckily for you, I have plenty of advice to offer,” Tim offers with a smile. “We have half an hour—why don’t you come around and I do that while we discuss the brief?”

His PA gives a bashful glance at the wall clock, though still frozen in his vulnerable pose and in Tim's hand.

“Don’t be shy,” Tim whispers, letting the back of his fingernails graze along the younger man’s cheek. Dark eyes follow the path his hand takes, trace it back to Tim himself. When it’s obvious that the other is fighting back a timid but interested bite on his bottom lip, Tim lets his gaze fall to “bedroom eyes” and cocks his head to beckon his new playmate over.

Their roleplay quickly falls apart after that, though because neither Tim nor Korvin can stand being Not Correct. The derailment happens at the intended coy exchange of, “‘Oh, what if we get caught?’ ‘Guess you’ll have to be quiet, sweetheart,’” and then—

“What? No, now I’m actually concerned. You’re the loud one,” is refuted with, “no, that’s you with the actual anechoic sex room.”

“It’s not a—whatever! I literally had to install a trained bypass filter on the hall cams because of you!”

Never mind the unhinged meticulousness in finding the right sounds to train said filter on— “And you got caught, so fine, we’re both loud but I’m stealthier! ...and you’re louder.”

“We have the technology to be, y’know, objective. You just don’t want to be wrong.”

“I don’t want to dignify this argument with actual data.”

“Yeah, that’s how I know you’re actually louder,” Korvin rolls his eyes, even as he continues to contort himself under Tim’s desk. “This front drawer’s in the way.”

Tim pushes his chair back and bends to look at the bottom of the drawer. “I think if you kneel further back, but then—”

“—yeah, I'd have to lean forward.”

“Oh…but that's a better angle for your throat, though.”

Korvin nods thoughtfully. “You'd have to keep me from falling too forward or chance someone seeing my hands stick out,” he muses.

“I'll keep my ankles crossed back in. Brace against that,” Tim suggests, and at Korvin's nonchalant thumbs up, he rolls back in front of his desk.

#on hlwi #phd-verse #verm bits #christ alive yesterday it was ''we're so back'' #today ''it's so over'' #*made it pink bc i'm losing control and need to exert it wherever idk #fun note: this is either the first or second hlwi scene written #bc it's one thing to say ''haha wouldn't it be funny if a and b got together?'' #but they can't actually have fun or don't have chemistry #so the snippet was a proving ground that the development of tpac wasn't crazy #it may or may not make it into the final cut so here we go #extra extra 2024 roz and i agreed to do whatever we want and not shy from sharing stuff out of some ~artistic vision~ or whatever #like there are things to withhold if mystery and suspense are key #but otherwise don't care #hm i say it's a proving ground a lot #but each snippet is dealing with a different brain worm

[sweetlywriting]

Allegiance

Part 1 Part 2

Feyd Rautha x Reader

Sypnosis- To save your weakening house you propose a marriage to Feyd Rautha through the creation of a flower that blooms in color, even on the black and white planet of Geidi Prime. Though the stakes are high-if the flower does not bloom, you must face Feyd in the arena instead of the altar.

Warnings- Manipulation and toxic behaviors, blood and violence, enemies to fiancés to deep mutual understanding(?)

A/N- Read part 1 first! It will make a lot more sense!(it’s good I promise) + lmk if you want to be added to the tag list <3

You scanned the topography of Geidi Prime desperately from above your spacecraft, surrounded by your attendants as they aided in your search. You all carefully watched for a glimpse of a yellow flower in the barren black and white land.

“Bring me my armor, quickly.” You ordered the attendants. The ship was getting too close to land and you had seen no evidence of the blooms. The fortnight had come. Your flowers had failed and thus your proposal. Now you had to face the consequences with your life, fighting in the arena.

“Surely we can wait a bit longer-“ One of your closer attendants said in a worried voice.

“We cannot, you must leave me here and quickly go back home. Do not come back. If I die do not retrieve my body.” You said, trying not let a tremble in your voice. Feyd was a gamble, and you were a fool to take it. Your attendants silently lamented as they quickly undressed you from the beautiful ceremonial dress into heavy armor.

You embraced the attendants you had known since childhood and got off the ship, watching as it quickly receded back towards your home planet. You were greeted by Harkonnen servants as they led you to what only you could assumed would be the arena. Though as you walked through the twisting hallways of the palace you ended up in a private garden-your breath caught in your throat seeing a large bloom of yellow flowers. You had succeeded. Relief flowed through you as you tried not buckle to the floor. Alongside the flowers was Feyd, walking up to you and gesturing for the servants to leave.

He pulled one of the flowers, striding your way and you hesitantly stood your ground as he came closer, able to feel the heat of his breath fanning your neck but never letting your eyes off the sheath at his side as he placed the yellow flower in your hair and drew away.

“I like your attire.” He said in a mocking way. You knew it was unusual to wear armor to an engagement, though only until some seconds ago you were convinced on having to fight a battle to the death.

“But I can’t say I didn’t expect it. I think it rather suits you.” He said, running his eyes over the armor well fitted to your figure. You pursed your lips. He knew you wouldn’t see the Solaris flower if he kept it in a garden. He knew you would see the absence and prepare for battle. He wanted you to feel that fear. ‘What an awful trick’ you thought trying to swallow the infuriation.

“Didn’t bring any attendants either hm?” He said laughing lightly but you could see the adding irony in his little trick. By making you think you had lost the gamble you had to send your people back for their safety-but now you had lost a share of your own safety, completely isolated and surrounded by Harkonnens in their own territory. He had turned out to be much more manulaptive than you thought.

“So . . . you’ll marry me?” You asked wanting to get this done as swiftly as possible.

“Yes, I’ll keep my word. Though my family isn’t quite as . . . accepting. You’ll have to prove your worth to them yourself, I can only offer you some protection. And of course I don’t have to that.” He said, dragging out the last sentence in his sly voice.

“Let’s see if you can survive a week.”

***

For a month you had navigated the difficult environment of the Harkonnens house estate, writing encrypted letters to your family, learning Giedi Prime’s complex local languages, and trying not to get assassinated by your future in laws.

Even now, with the privilege of a seat at their dining table, you didn’t dare take more than sip of your drink or eat anything served cold. Heat killed poison, so you opted for things that burned your tongue, relishing in the taste of living another day. They didn’t speak much, but you knew if you survived today the honorary courtship of one month would be over, and you could finally marry Feyd and send your people the aid they truly deserved. You kept this in the forefront of your mind as you learned to deflect the Harkonnens veiled threats and insults. Feyd did little to ease this-sometimes adding on or jesting along with them.

But as you started to walk back to your designated chamber on the thirty first day after dinner you felt relief flood through you. It was over. You could sleep peacefully tonight, marry Feyd, and quickly return to your home planet-

You turned as a sharp pain grazed your shoulder, sparsely dodging a dagger aimed to your chest. Immediately starting to run from the hand that had dealt it. Glossu Rabban Harkonnen. Feyd’s cousin and previous commander to Arrakis. He had sneered at you and paid you the respect of an attendant, but had shown no sign of wanting to kill you nor anything to benefit from it.

The pain was intensifying as you continued to sprint, you couldn’t run forever. But where to go? The guards were all Harkonnens, all your people had left, and you had no allies on this hollow planet.

But perhaps one. He didn’t seem to care for you, much less your life, but this was the only chance left. You prayed he was in his room.

“Feyd” you rasped knocking fervently at his door willing it to just open, to just-

“This isn’t what I told you to do.” You heard a voice hiss, from . . . behind you?

You turned to see Feyd and his cousin arguing in hall behind you as you slumped to the foot of the door clutching your shoulder.

“You asked me to test her-“ Rabban said indignantly.

“Not like this-“ Feyd hissed.

“It’s fine, it was just a little scratch and she came to your room anyway-“

Rabban stopped mid speech as the Feyd quickly pulled out his own blade, the sound of metal clashing reverberated in your head for what felt like hours until Rabban began to retreat. You paid no mind, cursing yourself for being stupid enough to come to Feyd’s room when he gotten you into this very situation. ‘Of course it was just another ‘test’, simply another mind game for him’ you thought.

You frowned as he approached, but he hauled you by your uninjured arm and pushed you into his room. You stumbled on to a chair and watched as he dug around cabinets and chests setting salve, alcohol, and dressing bandages on a table.

He didn’t offer any apologies or condolences for what he did, but rather took his own blade to the same point you had been slit, ran his dagger through his own shoulder quickly.

He didn’t speak or seem to mind the fact his own blood was staining the white floor red as he dressed your wound. Blood ran down his arm and traced itself over the curvature of his veins.

Seeing the way he ignored his wound as though it was simply not there, the way his eyes focused on your cut with sound precision, the way he ripped the long bandage with his teeth-you begin to understand why house Harkonnen repayed blood with blood. You had the odd urge to kiss him.

“We are allies.” He said this with little emotion or regard, as though stating a fact. Your loyalty had been proven, and now so had his.

For the first time since you had gotten on this morbid planet you laughed.

“I suppose we’ll having matching scars to wear for our wedding.”

Tag list: @szapizzapanda, @moonsoulk, @unicoreads, @avidreader73, @flower-frog

#fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #feyd x you #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #dune x reader #dune part two #dune 2 #feyd rautha harkonnen #how we feeling #next part y’all are getting married!! + honeymoon to sand land + increasing political intrigue!

[pendarling]

A Kiss To Freedom

Their arms were tugged away from their face, exposing their beet-red cheeks and nervous expression.

"A kiss? Are you sure?" They muttered, lightly dazed at the fight that just occurred. It was a rare moment, but this time Villain had won.

They should've done a few more leg workouts before pulling off this stunt of theirs. Believing that it would be okay to perform any hero work for the day when, in reality, their week of lazying around had finally caught up to them, and now… they'd been captured by Villain. They gave them a choice, though. To escape their grasp, they demanded… a kiss.

"Yes, sweetheart, you heard me the first time. Why don't you lean your head back and tilt it for me a bit?" Their wrists were caught above their head, their hips locked underneath them without a way to move.

They shut their eyes tight, still trying to fight off this aching feeling growing in their chest; it was just too embarrassing to be doing this.

Hero moved their head to the side. "But it's… I don't know how to."

"Hm?" They could almost see the gears moving in their head as they deciphered their last sentence. It wasn't supposed to be like this, at least not how they imagined their first time to go, but here they were. "You mean this is your first?" A playful smile appeared on their lips as they curved. Hero found it harder to breathe, especially since they had them pinned to the grab in such a violating manner. "I'm surprised! You're telling me so many people just passed up the opportunity to kiss your cute face?"

Villain sounded a lot more excited than they had imagined.

A warmth spread all over their body as they concluded that this was really going to happen. They were too weak to argue. It was all just a teasing game to Villain. It always was. There wasn't much to do; besides, it's not a loss if it was just this once with only Villain. "Just hurry it up, please." Part of them was guilty enough to say they hoped it would be Villain all along.

They heard the criminal hum softly, and their eyes gave them that sultry look at how their body grew softer under their gaze. Hero felt their fingers brush back strands of hair, and press their thumb gently against their lip, "If it's your first, we should make this as special as possible then, hm?"

They swallowed briefly and stared at the face of their supposed nemesis. They were determined to make them melt under their grip. "Don't take this the wrong way, all I want is to get out of here." Their words fell off slightly near the end of their sentence.

"Just watch and learn, little hero." They leaned in, their breath warm, and a subtle change in their eyes gradually became a hungered expression of desperation.

Their lips settled neatly pressed onto their own, Hero's eyes flickered, and their breathing slowed. They were soft. Despite all the times Villain proved to be a true monster of their own, their lips were warm and inviting. They savoured the sensation that made them wonder if Villain's intentions differed.

They didn't even realize the moment had come to a close until they felt the weight on their chest leaving them. Villain stood up and, as promised, let them go.

Hero got up slower, their legs oddly shaking from the tingling sensation that ran up and down their spine. It was harder to make eye contact with them now.

"Did you like it?" They smoothly questioned; their voice was somewhat intimidating but sounded more comforting now.

Hero didn't want to answer, but their head involuntarily nodded.

"See you later then, and if you get caught by me again, I'll be taking more than just those lips of yours."

They looked down to the ground and understood their motives.

~~~ MASTERLIST

#fluff prompt #enemies to lovers #pining prompts #imagine your otp #writing prompt #villain x hero #cute prompts #writing #hero x villain #unreciprocated love #writblr #hero x villain community

[grapefives]

FUN IS LOGICAL | HC

senku x gn!reader

set in ishigami village + volleyball player reader + fluff + light angst + light humor

as we know, senku isn’t very… sporty… fit… mm

“I’M DONE!” he heaves as he lays flat on the ground.

you huff, “we haven’t even started a match! all we’ve done is teach you the stances and-“

you go quiet when you know he isn’t even listening, his body is literally still as a dead body.

with a defeated, glum sigh, you walk away, teasingly walking over him to who knows where.

for certain, he’ll go back to his blueprints and try to please everyone except you.

first he saves ruri, then works night and day to prove how good his intellect is. it’s tiring, being on the side line.

speaking of side lines, you missed doing everything in your power to not have the ball go there.

you missed the thrill of running around, tensing your muscles for the ball’s impact and making up strategies to win

you sigh at the fond memory.

“so,” you jolt at someone’s voice, not having realized you were sitting on a rock and staring into space.

“kohaku,” you say with a gentle smile, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.

“what’s wrong? you seem pretty defeated, did you fight with senku?”

“hm? no, no we didn’t fight,” you shake your head.

“then?”

you turn to stare at her, fondly. “i don’t know man-“

“i’m a woman!”

“-i just miss playing volleyball. the thrill of it all. scraping your knees, your elbows when you fall from saving the ball. knocking into a groupmate and just… spending hours playing with friends… being competitive… i miss that.”

“volleyball…” kohaku mumbles, “is a game? sounds like a battle.”

you laugh, “almost! a battle to win and.. ah man,”

“woman.”

“i miss it.” you say, staring up into the sky. “i ask senku for just a moment…” you frown, “he has his own thing, something he loves. i don’t mind helping him, i know this is the best for humanity but, i just wish i had volleyball as my escape again.”

kohaku frowns, “what’s stopping you?”

you give her a look, “i don’t really have anyone to play with, senku made this ball for me and just gave it to me like he’s trying to get rid of a child.”

“that’s rude.”

“i guess,” you shrug.

“i still don’t get how you to are together,” she says honestly.

you smile, “me neither.”

she sees you sigh, looking anywhere with a saddened smile. “you know,” she starts, “while everyone appreciates the new things senku is showing and providing us, there’s no harm in learning games. after all, it’s something someone invented, right? something for people to also enjoy?”

you stare at her, surprised at this. “well.. yes-“

“then teach us! there’s lot’s of people in the village that would love a good competition! i’m sure sure of us warriors would be up for it!”

“are you serious?” you asks, heart racing with excitement.

“duh.”

and you stand up, following her back to the village. you see senku once more in his little world, a world you barely fit in.

but that’s okay, you’re looking forward to something more.

“volleyball!” you hear kohaku yell, “i dare you all to learn it and play!”

“hey, don’t force them-“ you try.

“it’s a game!” she grins.

“we have responsibilities, kohaku,” one of the warriors said.

“we could take a break,” another one says, “it’s pretty quiet today. “plus, games bring on challenges, no?” he asks you.

“well, yes. absolutely.” you smile, hoping you could at least round up four people.

“i’m down for a challenge!” another pipes up.

and soon, you got your six people, you and kohaku included. it was enough for you.

they were pretty good at listening and executing the practices and the stances. before long, they were ready to play.

it was so exiting, you’re pretty sure you were smiling the whole time, but your face doesn’t hurt.

what made you feel even better was that everyone else was enjoying it! two rounds later and a crowd started to form, mostly kids and teens but there was cheering and clapping.

you were soaring. and your team won.

“alright! guys! it’s getting dark!” gen says with a clap.

“that was great!” you laughed, drenched in sweat.

“water,” kohaku gasped.

“get your water over here please,” gen yells.

“good game guys! y’all learned fast!” you said as everyone ran towards gen.

“or you’re good at teaching,” senku’s voice came from behind.

you tensed, unsure whether to be petty or forgive him for his lack of attention and affection.

“maybe,” you end up saying. you don’t pay him more mind as you try to walk over to gen.

“here,” senku says, grabbing your arm with one hand and the other shoves water in your face.

“oh,” you take it awkwardly. “thanks.”

he stares at you before furiously wiping his hand on his coat.

you spit out the water you were gulping down. “you’re still disgusted with my sweat!?”

he makes a face, “why wouldn’t i be? you’re so sweaty!”

“senku, no one told you to touch me!”

“well i wanted to!” he pauses, “plus, we’re dating.”

“yet you still hate when i’m sweaty.”

“it’s unhygienic.”

you rolls you eyes. and the two of you are enveloped in a slightly stiff silence.

“it’s been a while since i’ve seen you like that.”

“three thousand seven hundred years.” you say casually as you gulp down the rest of the water.

he stares at you, a look you can’t quite decipher. “yeah.” he scratches his neck, looking away. “i’ve always liked seeing you play.” he pauses, “i hope you had fun.”

you stare at him for a second. then you smile, “i did.”

“sorry i suck at that. i know you’re upset.”

“it’s fine, guess it’s just been so long since i’ve seen you that i really wanted to spend time with you.”

“can’t fault you for that.” he says, sparing you a glance. he almost seems ashamed.

“you hungry?” you ask.

he’s about to shake his head but he remembers he hasn’t eaten all day. instead, worked and every now and then watched you play.

as he watched you eye a food cart, he remembers how the two of you would eat at one after school, especially after your practices.

with a smile, he nods and takes your hand, which you grin at.

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #senku headcanons #senku ishigami #senku x reader #senku x y/n #anime headcanons #dr stone oneshots #anime oneshot #dr stone imagine #senku imagine #senku x you #dr stone gen asagiri #dr stone kohaku

[neo-nomatrix]

She’s a princess, and you’re a Mandalorian

That’s something no amount of potion will ever change

Din Djarin x reader

summary: A princess has fallen in love with a mandalorian, and he can’t seem to figure out why

a/n: reader is from the made up kingdom of Avana

word count: 824

Mandalorians do not love, it’s simply a fact. If someone so happens to fall in love with one it would never be a princess.

You met Din Djarin when he crashed outside of the grounds of your kingdom. Villagers who lived near the gates of Avana soon started to talk about the mysterious ship that landed in the forest.

“Princess! Have you heard?” One of your mothers advisors asked.

“Heard what?”

“The ship that crashed outside, near the forest,” she said.

“Is anyone going to help?” You wonder.

“Technically, it’s not our grounds, so we don’t have to,” she finished before getting back to her papers.

How could they do that? Just leave someone, presumably helpless all on their own? You honestly thought it was horrible how they decided to just look the other way. You decided to take the matter and do something about it.

You packed a small bag with food, water, first aid, and a small dagger just in case. As you approach the ship you can tell it’s been through a lot of damage. Half of it is lodged into the ground with plenty of scratches and marks to prove its been through hell and back.

You enter through the small opening on the side of the ship, prying open the metal.

“Maker,” you whisper to yourself as you take in your surroundings.

“Hello!” Your voice echoes through the ship, yet no response.

You search through each room until you reach the cockpit. You glide your hands on the panels and intricate details of the room. Your hand grazes over a leaver that’s clearly had the top screwed off, wondering how that would even happen.

You halt in your steps as you feel the front of a blaster pressed against your head. Your shaky hands are lifted in the air as you slowly turn around.

“Who are you?” A gruff, muffled voice says, less of a question and more of a demand.

“I just want to help you,” You say, slightly scared.

“Answer the question.”

“I’m the princess of the kingdom who’s gates you’ve crashed in front of,” You say slightly aggressively.

“We have mechanics, we can fix your ship,” you mention.

“They sent a princess to look at a shipwreck? Without backup? I’m doubtful,” He says, finally putting down his blaster.

Dank Farrick, he’s got a hot voice.

“You can trust me okay? If you do, you're more than welcome to stay in the castle. Have a bed, a warm meal,” you offer.

“What’s the catch?” He wonders.

“You have to talk to me. Have dinner with me, I swear you’ll enjoy it,” you promise.

He starts to wonder why you’re acting like this. Why you’re treating a stranger with such kindness.

“Fine,” he relents.

_

You send mechanics out to the wreck and you bring the man to your castle.

“It’s breathtaking don’t you think?” You ask him as you sit down at the table, pointing out the paintings on the ceiling.

“Quite,” he murmurs.

“What are you?” You ask, taking a spoonful of soup.

“I’m a mandalorian. I’m afraid I can’t take off my helmet to eat,” he admits.

“Oh that’s alright, I don’t mind.”

“Why are you doing this? I haven’t done anything to spark your kindness, so why?” He asks.

“I don’t know why, but I seem to have taken a liking to you. One that I cannot explain. But it’s a feeling I've had since we first met,” you smile.

Love. That feeling is love. You and the mandalorian both know it.

“What will it take for me to see your face?”

“We would need to be bonded by blood.” He says.

“Hm, interesting,” you say, eating more of your soup.

“I still don’t understand. You’re a princess, I am not the kind of person you should be taking a liking to.”

“Are you saying you don’t like me?” You wonder.

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying you shouldn’t like me.” He says.

“But I do! I really do. And, once your ship is fixed, I’d like to go with you wherever you’re going. I know that’s a lot to say but I think it would be nice.”

“It’s dangerous. It’s not the kind of place for someone like you. There would be a point that I won’t be able to protect you. And that’s something I'm not willing to do,” he admits.

“I know you might not believe it but I don’t need protection. I do just fine on my own,” You say, but you know he’s still not convinced.

The back and forth goes on between the two of you before he reaches a decision.

“If I take, and I mean if, you do whatever I say, when I say it. No questions, you just do it. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” you respond.

Din still doesn’t understand why you like, maybe even love him so much, but he definitely isn’t complaining.

#pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader smut #pedro pascal x reader #the mandaloria/reader #the mandalorian x y/n #mandalorian x y/n #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x you #star wars x reader

[blazingstar400]

[Clavell trying to understand everyone better]

Clavell: Tell me about your friend group, Florian.

Florian: If I explain all that we’re gonna be here for a while… where do I even start?

Florian: Hm… well… I guess I can go ahead and start with Carmine. She’s tough, smart, hot-headed, hard to read, and scary as heck sometimes. But I think she’s secretly nice.

[Flashback]

Carmine: Tell me who has me for Secret Santa.

Juliana: What? Noooo! That takes all the fun out of it!

Carmine: *glares daggers at her*

Juliana: It’s me. I got you a scarf. It’s blue and ugly. I can return it if you wan—

Carmine, snatches the gift before she can finish: Well now it’s my blue and ugly scarf! Back off!!

[End of flashback]

Florian: Next I guess is Nemona. She’s hyperactive. Not the most brilliant, but she works harder than anyone else. She doesn’t have the best aim or grip on things though.

[Flashback, Nemona unwraps a muffin, then drops it on the ground.]

Nemona: Awww shoot! My muffin!

[As she picks it up, she smacks her head on the table.]

Nemona: Ow! My head! My muffin and my head!

[End of flashback]

Florian: Penny’s probably the most brilliant when it comes to tech and stuff. She was the Leader of Team Star. Gets underestimated because of her looks, so she’s always trying to prove she’s tough.

[Flashback, Penny puts hot sauce on her sandwich. She looks up to see Florian watching her.]

Penny: You think I can’t handle this much hot sauce? I can handle way more than this. *she empties the hot sauce on her sandwich and takes a bite*

Penny, in agony: In... your... face.

Florian: ...I never said anything…

[End of flashback]

Clavell: What about Arven?

Florian: Arven’s probably like the big brother of our group. And he cooks for all of us. If it weren’t for him we’d probably all eat unhealthy or starve…

[Flashback]

Kieran: *is eating a chocolate bar*

Arven: *quickly snatches it out of his grasp and crushes it*

Kieran, now slightly annoyed: Hey!! I was eating that!!

Arven: Not on my watch!! You have been eating nothing but chocolate and candy for the past few days! Don’t you know how unhealthy that is??

Arven, bringing out a well seasoned salad: Here! This would be a lot better for you to eat!

Kieran: *looks down at the salad with a disgusted/grumpy look*

[End of flashback]

Florian: Kieran is the shy and sweet one in our group but at the same time… he’s also really emo and edgy. Also, I think he’s secretly down bad for Juliana but he’s in complete denial. He’d probably kill me if he figures out I told you so just don’t tell him I said that…

Meanwhile, Kieran is in his room petting Furret but suddenly pauses: Why do I feel like Florian is out there somewhere… telling my deepest, darkest secret?

Clavell: And Juliana?

Florian: Juliana’s the strongest trainer in our group. Also, she’s the one with the purest heart. Loves music, helping others, saving the world, stopping then forgiving bad guys, and solving puzzles. The only puzzle she hasn’t seemed to solved though... is how to grow up.

[Flashback]

Florian: Stay here while I get more supplies for our up coming trip okay?

Juliana, beaming: Don’t worry, Florian! I’m not going anywhere!

Florian, closing his eyes and sighing: You better. This store is like a maze. So just stick close to me so you don’t get lost okay?

Florian: …

Florian: Okay?

Florian: …

Florian, opening his eyes: …Juliana?

[He sees Juliana rushing off in the distance after a butterfly]

Juliana: Heeeey!! Come back here!!

Florian, watching with an unamused look: I should have known…

[End of flashback]

Florian: And finally there’s me. I’m really just a typical average person. Not much to say about me.

Florian:

Florian: Honestly, I feel like I’m the only normal person in my friend group….

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[foldedblankets]

Guitar fingers | E.M

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, praise, slight Dom/sub. Established relationship, very little plot. Not proof read

Summary: Eddie teases you about how amazing his fingers are, then proves his point.

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His trailer always had music, wether it was him playing or some random rock band. It was constant, it was nice, comforting almost, falling asleep to music every night.

Especially entering his trailer after a long day to see him on his couch, practicing one of his songs, his skilful fingers strumming cords. His hands were large and veiny, he had a few scars on his knuckles along with very few small burn scars from past dropped blunts. His rings littered across his fingers, it was hot, so hot. He left school at lunch today to do a drug deal with some college kids, who knows how long he’d been playing.

He noticed your presence when you walked towards him, his face lit up slightly and he abruptly stopped playing. “Hey doll” he leaned up as you leaned down, a short kiss, longer than a peck but not long enough to lead to something more.

“Don’t stop” you smiled, sitting down beside him “I like it”

He just grinned, going back to playing as you leaned against his shoulder, watching his hands move so rhythmically and fast. You didn’t even realise how much time had passed while staring because all of a sudden you heard a cocky chuckle.

“You madly impressed or something babe?” He asked sarcastically, now looking at you, without lifting your head, you looked up at him from his shoulder

“Always, it’s just how do you do that so fast?”

“Years of practice, you wanna try?” He offered his guitar and you shook your head “it’s not that, I’m curious, I just find it..attractive?” You stated nervously and his smirk grew.

“Well yano what they say, guitar fingers, right?” He joked and you shyed away “shut it eds” you huffed.

“Hm, what? You don’t want my amazing, skilled, guitar fingers?” He teased, his guitar now on the ground as he placed an arm around the back of the couch behind you.

“Stopp” you groaned and he just chuckled, his hand landing on your thigh as his thumb rubbed light circles “should we put it to the test doll? See if it’s true what they say about guitarists” he suggested, although you seemed a lot less opposed to this.

He leaned into kiss you, pushing you down so you were lying back, moving to kiss your neck. He was smooth, his fingers trailed up and down your body, tapping gently along your waist. They stopped at the hem of your pants, tugging them down as he got down on the floor, at the perfect height. He pressed light kisses to your thighs, growing closer and closer.

His hand moved to your inner thigh, his index finger brushing against your clothed clit causing a little whine to slip out of you, he glanced up, smirking at how you just let him use you. “Such a pretty girl” he murmured as he pushed your panties to the side. His attractive hand slipped between your thighs, the cold from his rings shocking your skin slightly. He bit down on his lip as you gasped, his finger now circling your clit, watching you closely.

“Please eds…no more teasing” you whimpered

“We’ll since you said please..” he started, pushing his middle finger into you with a sadistic grin, curling it upwards, watching as your back arches ever so slightly for him. He began moving his finger rhythmically, hitting just the right spot that had you moaning for him.

He raised a brow as your moans began to calm down, instantly pushing another finger in, he needed you to feel good, his fingers were skilful, perfectly pleasing you.

After afew moments he saw your orgasm holding up, watching your moans become breathy and your body reacting in small jolts. He leaned up, his hand still moving as he kissed you, silencing your loud moans as you came undone against him, he pulled back from the kiss “good girl” he teased, pulling his fingers out.

“So. Is it true babydoll?” He asked

“Oh my god, shut up eddie”

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[pricescancerstickk]

Dom! Possessive! Graves x Ballerina! Reader,

It was very clear that Graves was a no-nonsense and a very strict commander when he leads the PMC. A hard-ass and resilient. He had a very tough exterior and proved in situations he did have the upper hands and would show and assert his dominance whenever given that opportunity, in his town there had been a new ballet studio that opened up, And he was happy seeing you. His girlfriend all giddy and excited to go join, also eager and sweet, seeing the way your eyes twinkled with excitement when you babbled to him about wanting to go. Why would he ever say no?

“Come on, Again sweetheart,” Just him using pet names was already a bad sing, He’d never gone much further in his career outside of just being a mere ballet instructor, your instructor. The fact you were so naive gave him a false sense of security that he wouldn’t face the consequences most men would if he made a move on you. And he succeeded. His breath was heavy as his hands moved under your dress, You chewed your lip. Feeling uncomfortable by what he was doing, His hands moved to your hips under the dress, feeling your skin, “Can we get back to practice now?’ You asked quietly. Very clearly uncomfortable by the way this perv was touching you.

His voice was demanding as he looked down at you “Y/n, why don’t you come to my room for a extra little tut session, hm?”, You tried to protest as he pinned your body against the nearest wall. His fingers slipping to the elastic of your underwear before he got sent flying to the ground. With a loud thud, Screaming again when your wrist got yanked, getting dragged to the parking lot. Throwing into a passenger seat of the car.

“Do you not understand that you belong to me?” Graves asked Ina threatening tone, His grip on the steering wheel very tight. A vein bulged in his forehead, seeing the look on your face, Fear, Anxiety, Almost obedience. “M’sorry,” He knew you apologizing without being in the wrong was common. But he was still mad. He parked by the house, Regaining his composure, sighing lightly. “Get out the car’ he muttered, you stepped out, pointee shoes clicking onto the stone side walk. Walking inside his home

Dinner time was very silent though, not the usual talking and laughing, only silverware clanking and the sound of the faucet running as you washed your hands. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the mascara you had on stained (if you don’t wear makeup just say your face is really puffy. Either way,), wiping it off gently. Still traumatized by what happened. Graves entered the bathroom without knocking. His arm going around your waist. Pressing his lips to your ear. “Dinners ready, Darlin’” he whispered quietly. Still feeling bad about what happened to you. He led you over to the dining table. You held onto his pointer finger. A bit afraid remembering how his fist connected to the man’s face though…

He ate silently but occasionally his eyes darted towards your figure. Seeing you pushing the food around. Playing with it and zoning out rather and actually eating. “Darlin..Do I have to feed you or are you gonna eat?” He said quietly. His eyes soft but stern. “Come on baby, eat up” He urged you gently as his hand took yours, lightly taking your fork. Stabbing it into a piece of food and holding it near your mouth. “M’not hungry, Phil” He looked even sterner now, but soft, he gently moved it a bit closer. Your stomach growling gave it away. When you ate it he felt relived as you took the fork. Eating now. “If your ever in trouble don’t you keep it away from me. If something like this happens again you come straight to me. Understood?” He brushed your hair away from your eyes, You lightly nodded

“M’kay…”

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[bonny-kookoo]

But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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[xyilous]

A Little Too Much To Drink

had the idea to write another optimus fic, this was the only thing that came to mind that i could really get behind

basically gn reader gets drunk and flirts with boss bot

any continuity, probably fits more with bayverse, romantic reader

cw for alcohol, drinking, maybe anger issues LOL, emetophobia (mention), suggestive, im down bad

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Nothing like a good trip to the bar to finish off a stressful week. Between entitled customers and your boss with her head shoved way too far up her own ass, you wanted, no needed, something to take the edge off. At this point you could explode from sheer annoyance alone, ready and willing to pop anyone in the mouth who dares to tell you to do something else. A few shots ended up multiplying after the initial alcohol ruined your mental clarity, now you’re picking up you’re phone in hopes of being able to get someone to drive you home. Considering it was closing time for a bar, not many are available. However, there’s a certain contact that you’re sure will be willing to come to your rescue at 2am.

Through a couple strange encounters and an unexpected introduction to a small group of cybernetic aliens, known as the autobots, you came to know their leader. He was a respectable mech, one that always stood for what he believed in and always made sure to cary out his duties, even if that means he receives a jumbled slur of words kindly asking him for a ride. Though Optimus wasn’t super keen on human habits and traditions, he knew that there was a substance that affected its drinker the same way high grade did back on Cybertron, by the warping of your voice he knew you got a bit more than you bargained for. After assuring him you were safe, just not suitable to drive home or wanting to get into a car with a stranger, he let you know he got your coordinates and would be at your location as soon as possible.

It took him no time (or maybe it did, your sense of time was swirled just like the weird concoction in your stomach) to show up, the rumble of the Prime’s powerful engine growled outside before abruptly shutting off, moments later his holoform made its way through the doors. By the looks of it he made sure to use a more casual outfit to help blend in, while Optimus glanced around you made the best of those few seconds, watching as his shirt and jeans hugged his body. Perhaps it was the liquor in your system, maybe it was his fault for using such an attractive body. You swung your arm high above your head to flag him down, your hand drunkenly flopping in the air. He caught sight of your goofy face and made his way over towards you, narrowly avoiding other patrons and their drinks. Optimus wormed his way up beside you and let you lean against his chest, hearing you giggle and ramble about something he couldn’t exactly make out.

“Nice to see you as well, but unfortunately I didn’t quite catch that,” That deep voice of his made an appearance, proving to only worsen the warm feeling in you cheeks.

“I said, ‘who gave you the right to stroll in looking so perfect’,” Your head rolled back to allow you to see the face that made your heart skip a beat, watching as his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He looked unsure of what to say, instead choosing to haul you up with a hand around your waist. Stumbling quite a bit, you curled yourself into his hip to try and keep steady the best you could, only for your knees to fail you.

“Won’t you be a doll and pack me out, hm? Be my knight in shining armor?” The grin on your cheeks widened a bit as you looked up at his shy expression before feeling his arms tuck under your back and knees, quite literally sweeping you off your unstable feet. You let out a surprised squeak at the movement, your state made it feel a lot more intense than it was and your hand clung to his shirt to ground yourself. Optimus waited a moment for you to adjust before he maneuvered his way out of the pub and to his alt mode. He sat you in the passenger seat comfortably, ensured you were buckled in safely, before disappearing into his cab and returning with a blanket you left in there a couple weeks ago. It enveloped you in its warmth, by the heat radiating off it one could assume he made sure to warm it up beforehand, what an angel.

The makeshift human mode fizzled out of existence as you laid your head against his window. It was peacefully quiet as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. At some point your brain reared it’s head again, insisting that you make your move.

“Hey, Optimus,” You started, getting a small rev of his engine to let you know he’s listening, “Are you a magnet? ‘Cause I’m feelin’ attracted to you.” The bot remained quiet as a dopey snicker came out of your mouth, your hand was tracing the small details and seams on the door you rested against. He never said anything about it, continuing to drive smoothly down the road.

“You know, if I was a car, I'd need some coolant, because you've got my engine overheating.” Regardless of how ridiculous you sounded, your foggy brain betrayed you by filling your veins with confidence, not allowing you to hear how cheesy your little attempts at flirting are. Optimus stayed silent, simply letting you to get it out of your system.

“Mm, you’re so pretty, you know that..?” The music that’s been playing in the background suddenly became staticky and broken before evening back out, by the sounds of it you took the poor mech off guard. Another giggle slipped out of your lips before you moved and kissed the part of the door your cheek rested against.

“‘Nd so strong too, such a strong bot,” you sighed a bit, clearly just rambling off the top of your head, “You take such good care of me and the others, always making sure to treat me right.” Pressing another small kiss to his door, you sat there for a moment to reel yourself back in.

“…I believe that you had a little too much to drink.” That lovely voice of his echoed out of the speakers and entered your ears, only encouraging you to push further.

“Alcohol doesn’t change how someone feels, sweetheart. Just makes ‘em a little more open, no harm in that.” Your little petname for him slipped out without you even noticing, with your intoxication it wasn’t exactly easy to keep your mouth shut, instead opting to try and play with the leader.

“Personally, I feel that your little nickname is a result of what you drank tonight.” Raising up and pivoting in your seat, you leaned your head against your hand.

“What about a different one then? How’s Doll sound? Maybe Sunshine? Oo, what if i call you Darling, would you like that one better?” Anyone would be able to hear the teasing in your voice, be able to tell that you were doing your best to do the cybertronian equivalent of getting someone hot under the collar. It was silent for a moment, enough to make you worry you went too far, before Optimus broke the silence.

“…Feel free to use what you feel fit, it is your call.” By the way there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, you chose to pet at the passenger seat you rested in, consoling him by muttering soft praises. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, but that didn’t matter now. Maybe it’s because you were drunk at 2 in the morning, but you swore you could feel the truck shudder.

“Why are you so embarrassed, honey? For a Prime you’re not too fond of being sweet talked, hm? It’s a shame really, such a pretty thing like you deserves all the attention.” In the midst of your thirsty rambling you were unaware that he pulled into your driveway, only realizing at the sudden halting caused by his brakes. Sluggishly looking up, you stared for a moment before clambering out of his alt mode.

“Won’t my dear knight allow me to see his handsome face, give me something good to dream about.” Without a moments notice the gears that made up his body twisted and folded in on themselves as he kneeled in his bipedal form, scooping you up into his massive metal palm. Optimus held you close to his chassis as his free servo gently pulled the window to your room open, allowing you to slip inside. As you slipped into your home, you leaned over a pressed another kiss to his digit, not even sure if he could feel such a small sensation. You moved into a house that stood by itself after you met the autobots, wanting them to feel like they didn’t have to hide like they would if you lived somewhere less reserved. Sometimes it could be helpful, like now, where you drunk so much that you can barely stand. When you turned around you were able to see that Optimus, the usually brave and steely leader of the autobot alliance, was acting timid, unable to meet your eyes. Behind his helm you could see puffs of grey dancing their way out of his smokestacks and filling the air, whether they were cooling him off or something else was a mystery to you.

“What’s got you so shy, love? Did I overdo it??” That cocky attitude of yours was quickly overridden by anxiety, you were petrified of the thought of making the boss bot uncomfortable, but you barely had time to finish your question before his optics jumped to you and he interjected.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong, I am just… rather unaccustomed to your… phrases, if you will.” As he spoke he got shy again, the smoke his frame was producing increasing.

“Oh? Allow me to help you get more comfortable then,” A large smirk dug itself across your features as you leaned onto your hands and held yourself up in your window frame, “You know, if I could reach you, I’d kiss all over that big metal face of yours. For a robot you’re quite the looker.” When his expression went from shy to shocked your grin widened, watching as he once again averted his eyes but placed his hand out for you to take your place back on. You used one of his fingers as a stabilizer as the soles of your shoes kept somewhat kept you in place, opting to sit down so you don’t fall 2 stories. This isn’t your first time, but it is your first time with too much alcohol for your little human body to handle.

Optimus, slightly nervously, raised you to meet his faceplates, keeping you at a level that you had room to explore a little bit but not stray anywhere unwanted. It’s your turn to get shy but your drunken confidence won, carefully you pressed your lips to his ‘cheek’, something small just to see his reaction. Those big blue optics of his danced over your much smaller face, cascading you in a bright blue light. A couple more smooches adorned his metal features before a small whirr made its way out of the bot’s frame, signaling that his cooling fans kicked on. The sound made you hum out of curiosity, taking a break from bombarding him with kisses to ask him what that was.

“When cybertronians feel too heated, our bodies will naturally trigger a set of internal fans to keep us at a normal temperature.” It was such a change of pace to see someone so confident turn so bashful, but it was cute nonetheless.

“Heated you say? Do I grind your gears that much, love?” You pulled back with that smirk still glued to your own cheeks, watching as he slightly nodded his head.

“Perhaps you do.” While the words came out of his mouth you made a move by kissing the robot equivalent of his lips, successfully making the bot sputter as he tried to find the words.

“You’re adorable, Optimus.” By now his smokestacks and fans were working overtime to fix his flustered form while you sat kneeled on his palm laughing. After his embarrassment subsided he let out a chuckle of his own, finding himself amused (granted not as much as your slap happy self) at his predicament. Before you could continue your face deadpanned for a moment, before a few dreadful words came out of your mouth.

“I’m gonna puke.”

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[ladykissingfish]

*Chiyo walking into Sasori’s room*

Chiyo: Boy. Clean this room up, and then clean yourself up. We’re having visitors today.

Sasori, working on a puppet: “We”? You told me that the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure was coming to see you for medical advice. What does that have to do with me?

Chiyo: *sighs* None of your sass today, child. He’s bringing one of his students with him, for you to play with. He’s —

Sasori, disgustedly: Play?? What am I, an infant? I'm eleven years old, I’m too old to play. I’d rather keep on with my —

Chiyo: *slams her hand down on Sasori’s desk* You either cooperate with me or I’m lighting a fire and burning all of this to the ground. The choice is yours.

Sasori:

*later that afternoon*

Onoki: *bowing his head* Chiyo-san. It’s a pleasure to see you again. We thank you for allowing us into your home. *gestures to the boy beside him* This is my student Deidara. Deidara, this is Chiyo-sama and her grandson, Sasori.

Chiyo: Well aren’t you a handsome young man? Sasori, take Deidara to your room and entertain him while the Tsuchikage and I talk.

Sasori: Do I have —

Chiyo: *elbows Sasori sharply*

Sasori, sighing, putting on a fake smile: Come on, Deidara-chan! Let’s go play in my room!

*the two go into Sasori’s room and Deidara’s eyes widen at all the puppets*

Deidara: Wow … did you make all these??

Sasori: Yes.

Deidara: That’s really impressive!

Sasori: Yes, I know. *goes to sit at his desk and continues working on the puppet from the morning*

Deidara: … so I take it you don’t have a lot of friends, huh? Because if you did you’d know that you don’t just ignore a guest, hm.

Sasori: I’m not ignoring you. I’m responding to you when you talk, aren’t I? I’m simply focusing the brunt of my attention on my art.

Deidara: Art?! This isn’t art; you’re just playing with dolls, like a girl!

Sasori: *turns to face Deidara* You’re mistaken. I’m creating things of beauty and perfection, pieces that will last for an eternity. That’s art.

Deidara: No, it’s not, hm. *pulls a small piece of clay from his pocket and molds it into a butterfly* Watch … *he has it float around the room, and suddenly explodes it in a small shower* That. THAT is art. A burst of fire and sparks. Art is an —

Sasori: *laughs* Are you crazy?! How is that art?? You’re just making a mess and a lot of unnecessary noise! Tsk, stupid brat!

Deidara: Don’t you call me a brat! Onoki-san said you’re only like two years older than me!

Sasori: But I’m obviously a ton smarter! And you said that “playing with dolls” makes me a girl?! You LOOK like a girl! With your stupid long blonde hair and stupid long eyelashes! And are you wearing nail polish?? God, you may as well be in a dress!

Deidara: Oh, yeah?! Well —

*later, as Onoki and Deidara are walking home* 

Onoki: Well, after that treatment, I feel much better. And what about you, child? Did you enjoy your time with young Sasori?

Deidara: That boy is rude, and annoying, and he’s a weirdo, and he has NO idea what art is, and one day he’ll probably grow up and turn the whole world into those creepy puppets of his!

Onoki, startled: O-oh? I had no idea he was so —

Deidara, dreamily: We’re coming back next week, right? I can’t wait to see him again ~

Onoki:

*meanwhile, back in Suna*

Chiyo: … Sasori? What are you doing?

Sasori, standing at the stove: Practicing. Deidara said that the best sweet is dango, I say it’s sweet buns. I’m going to make him the best sweet buns of his life the next time he comes to visit. T-to prove him wrong, of course.

Chiyo:

@sasodeiweek

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[that-sarcastic-optimist]

kc+intimacy pleeaeee! can be smut or no smut, as you like!

“What are you doing?” comes the familiar drawl from behind her.

“Dancing,” Caroline says, ignoring him, focusing on the music and swaying her hips accordingly while brushing her hair. “It’s therapeutic.”

“I'm sure it is.” Klaus sounds amused, setting the ammunition bag on the dining room table. “You're a very good dancer, love.”

“Thank you. I know, though.”

He scoffs, coming up behind her and grabbing her hips, turning her to face him and grinding against her. She lets out a breathy laugh, nearly moaning when his hands rake up her sides. “Would you like a partner?” he asks silkily, dipping her.

She comes back up, her hair flying behind her and Klaus tucks it behind her shoulders, smirking. “No thanks,” she says, her tone breezy. “I have a better one.”

“Do you?” Klaus’s tone is teasing, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness in it. “And who is this man you’ve replaced me with?”

“Oh, just a friend. He’s just like you, you know.”

“Is he, now.” She yelps when Klaus’s clever fingers skate under the hem of her dress, travelling up her thigh. “I do so hate to be replaced.”

“Handsome, British, dodgy morals.” She whimpers when he strokes a line across the dip of her hip bone. “He’s a—Klaus, you ass, those were my good panties.”

“I happen to like all your knickers, love, and yes, do continue. Tell me all about this wonderful friend of yours. His name, his address, his social security number.”

“You don’t need to be jealous of Enz—oh, Klaus—”

He smirks, sinking two long fingers into her aching core, and she arches her back, moaning when he crooks them, sending a rush of wetness through her. “Klaus,” she admonishes, her breathy laughter not proving her point. “Get your hands out of my underwear.”

“But they're gone now,” he says, burying his face in her neck and inhaling. “You smell like me.”

“I'm wearing your cologne,” she replies, and rolls her eyes when he smirks. “Not on purpose. I was wearing your shirts and do you never wash them, cause—”

Klaus cuts her off with a deep kiss, pulling his fingers out of her, making her whimper, and curving his palms around her ass and hoisting her up, muffling her protests with his lips. “Klaus,” she half-says, half-moans out about three minutes later, because as much as the man infuriated her, he was an amazing kisser. “Did you get into my chocolates again?”

The look Klaus gives her is sheepish, not to mention slightly mischievous. “I finished mine.”

“Well, that’s why I bought you yours. So that you wouldn’t eat mine.”

“My,” Klaus kisses her sloppily, laying her down on the couch, “sincerest,” he punctures the sentence by laving his tongue against the pulse point on her neck, “apologies. Do allow me to make it up to you.”

“I have to go out.” Caroline gasps as his lips reattach themselves to her neck. “Klaus, you're distracting me—oh—”

“Hm,” he muses, his tongue working wonders against that one spot on her collarbone. “You don’t sound like you particularly mind.”

“I do,” she sighs, closing her eyes as he works his way down her chest, stopping at her breasts. “I mind a lot.”

“I'll change your mind, don’t worry.” Before she can retort, he shoves down the dress and snaps open the buckle of her bra, lips immediately latching on to her nipple. She moans, throwing her head back, uncaring of the fact that the action damages her carefully done hair. She winds her fingers into Klaus’s curls, and she feels him grin against her breast, the smug jerk. “Klaus,” she moans, “I have to go. I'm late. Enzo’s going to kill me.”

“Don’t talk about your friends when I'm making you come, Caroline.”

“Let me go, you ass.” She smirks when he lifts his curly head to glare at her through eyes laden with desire. “I'm late.”

“Do you want me to help you be later?” he leers. “It’ll be fun.”

“Get off!” She shoves him off her playfully, and he lands with a thump on the ground. Caroline bursts out laughing, and he gets to his feet, glaring down at her.

“That was very rude.”

“Oh, I know. But it was so funny—Klaus, you ass, put me down!”

“Why should I let this Enzo fellow have you when you clearly like me better?”

“Oh, you're so full of yourself. Enzo’s much more fun to hang out with.”

“Now, surely that can't be true, love. Enzo can't give you anything I can't. Anything you receive, I can double it.”

“You know what you give me?” Caroline kisses him on the lips, briefly but deeply. “Love. And orgasms. Do you want Enzo to give me that? That’s what I thought,” she remarks dryly at his answering growl.

“Fine,” Klaus sighs, releasing her, glaring at her when she grins. “Leave if you must. I'll be here, drowning my sorrows.”

“No drinking tonight!” she tells him sternly, disappearing into the bedroom to redress herself, smacking away Klaus’s wandering fingers. “We have an early day tomorrow.”

Klaus’s expression sours. “Do we have to go?”

“Yes,” Caroline answers cheerfully, pecking him on the lips, brushing her hair. “And it’s only for a few hours, so suck it up. I'll be back in a few hours. Don’t get too bored. Don’t worry, I'll break out the good lingerie when I get home.” She almost laughs at the intrigued look that passes over his face. “You know, to make up for my very,” she trails a finger down his tie, “bad behaviour.”

Klaus grabs her wrist, tugging her to him. “You are a dangerous woman.”

“I know,” she hums. “I'll be late. Try to wait up anyway. I'll make it worth your while.” She winks at him while walking out the door, flashing him a peek at the garters she’s wearing under her dress. “Sir.”

The sound Klaus makes is gratifying.

#klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #possessive kc #kc #the vampire diaries #klaroline drabbles

[epickiya722]

As a fan of both bnha & jjk, can I ask you somethings?

-which majority of characters will survive if their universe is swithed (jjk charas in bnha verse or bnha charas in jjk verse)

-people in jjk verse have stronger mental than in bnha verse because the death rate is higher in jjk than bnha (do you agree?)

- from plot and art, which do you think is better (jjk or bnha)?

-dynamics between bakudeku or satosugu, which is written better as a duo? why?

I asked this because in twitter I found a jjk fan and bnha fan have a heated discussion to prove which is better, and that's why I want to know your opinion, thanks.....

Okay, I will warn you. This may not be the answer you're looking for but I'll tell you something as someone who does like both BNHA & JJK.

In summary, to all these questions, I like them both because of variety. Even if both stories tackle the same themes, it's like two different flavors that I happen to like. So why not have both? Hell, both of the MCs of the series are at my #1 spots for favorite characters from their respective series.

Now! To answer the questions!

**

Hm... ooh, it kinds of depends. I say both sets of characters can survive in the opposing universes if let's say the characters are going through life, just living it. Now let's say putting them in different situations, that's where things get crazy.

Training Camp Arc from JJK, put the Tokyo Students there instead and that arc would last at least an episode and a half. Hell, the villains involved for that situation would already be in the ground, not escaping or leaving in handcuffs.

Now, for this next one, I'm not saying this because Miruko is my #1 (I have another), I'm saying this next part because she's Miruko. Miruko is a character that reminds me of how Todo is when it comes to fighting. She is not going easy for anybody. She would be came out alive after Shibuya. Okay, she is like the Yuki Tsukumo of BNHA for me.

For the war arcs going on with both stories... I honestly feel like it would still be the same as they are with their canon characters. Suffering, lots of suffering still.

**

Ooh, that is a good statement right there, that is something to think about. I agree, but I also don't agree. Again, both stories touch on that topic but in different styles. JJK characters would have a strong mentality because they deal with death a lot. But same goes for the BNHA characters. But for certain characters. Rewinding a bit to part A and adding to that, characters like Rock Lock that would definitely survive a world like JJK because he thinks like Nanami. Both characters are aware of how hectic their jobs can get. They're aware of the risks people like them (sorcerers and heroes) take. And they actually think about the children put in those situations. People want to say Rock Lock was "mean", but I say he's reasonable because why would children be there fighting a dangerous group of people?

Let's that think to that first question again, but remix it! "Would the majority of JJK characters survive in BNHA or BNHA characters in JJK?"

JJK characters would definitely have that mentality to deal with the situations in BNHA. They're built for that. I can't think of one character in JJK that wouldn't. Now how about the reverse? It's going to be a selection of characters I feel like would be able to handle fighting curses and death.

Miruko and Rock Lock are definitely in that selection. Other characters would definitely be Aizawa and Present Mic. Yes, Present Mic. He's already dealt with death himself. He lost the same friend Aizawa and Midnight did.

Endeavor? Yeah, a character like him, Best Jeanist, Hawks, Mt. Lady... no. I'm sorry, but no. Before things took a left turn in the story, characters like them were more into fame, keeping face and their egos. Hawks... look... he's cool and all. He's smart, he gets the job done or whatever, but I feel like his wish to be more free and belief of "popular approval" could clash with a duty of being a jujutsu sorcerer.

Jujutsu sorcerers DO NOT DO POPULARITY CONTESTS.

**

Comparing plot and art, again, I won't say that "this one is better" because I like having variety. I like that the art styles and plots are different.

Never is better, or worse for me.

I'm just not someone to say "this art style is better". If I was, I wouldn't be following a lot of the artists on Tumblr that I do. I love seeing so many art styles. Each artist has their own distinct aesthetic that is different from the next but they all share one thing in common. They all get the "this art style is so cool" from me.

Again, why choose one flavor if I like them all?

I find both JJK and BNHA entertaining. I have been into BNHA longer, yeah. And right now, JJK has my attention.

The way each mangaka designs their manga vibes well with the story they're telling. Horikoshi's style gives "action comic book". It's perfect because that's what BNHA is. It's a story about good and evil, heroes and villains. I feel like a kid again sometimes on a Saturday morning when I would wake up to watch my hero cartoons. For Akutami, the art style is more... angular, more sharp and sketchy. The way the manga is drawn, for me, captures the tone of the story. JJK is a clean cut story of anguish. Sometimes, it's like "is there even a hope spot in this story". The style... ooh. JJK's style is like "if the movie MirrorMask could be drawn in a manga style, it would be this one", if that makes sense. Vibes are kinda similar...

I freaking love that movie!

**

Hm... I can't choose. I know, I know. But hear me out!

For SatoSugu, it's written perfect for JJK. That pair is for that story. Satoru and Suguru were a vital part for each other's lives. (My autocorrect wanted to make that "loves".) They play a part of the other's development.

Same for BakuDeku. They're a big part of the other's life and development. Their dynamic is perfect for BNHA.

SatoSugu is a pair that begins a common ground. Yeah, Satoru and Suguru would get on each other's nerves, but they would meet in the middle. They're the "strongest duo" until their relationship went sour. And even when it went sour, they still had some attachment to each other. I wouldn't be surprised if during those ten years of them being on opposing sides, they met up here and there just to check up on each other.

BakuDeku is a pair that grew up with each other. From the start, they're a constant to each other. Their relationship started good, then turned sour and now it's good but also kinda in limbo (?). The thing with BakuDeku is neither character is "evil". Bakugou is mean, yeah, but he's on the side of heroes. Their relationship, in shipping, is "rivals and/or to lovers" to me. Not "enemies and/to lovers" as I seen some people label them as.

That would be Gojo and Geto.

With Bakugou and Midoriya, they had a falling out, but with what we seen so far in the story, do each of them actually have opposing ideas? Both want to be a hero, want to win and save.

Enemies - opposing ideas, sometimes even entirely different goals

Rivals - usually on the same side, but would compete with each other, especially when sharing the same goal

That's what "enemies" and "rivals" are to me.

However, in terms of which dynamic is written better? I don't have a clear answer for two reasons.

I like both dynamics, so yeah, that again. And both stories are unfinished. So I don't have a definite answer.

Now, one would argue that SatoSugu's story is "finished", but with Gege Akutami and surprises that keep getting thrown here and there, you never know.

With BakuDeku, there's still some things that need to be wrapped up as well as covered.

**

That was long! But I enjoyed answering those questions! Sorry though, Anon, if it's too wordy!

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #bakudeku

[archiveikemen]

"Black Wedding" Story Event: Chapter 2

Liam's Route

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I became cautious about what we would be asked to do in order to prove our love.

(... I can’t believe we’re doing something so ordinary.)

We were given mundane tasks such as cleaning the church grounds and helping to make candy to be sold at a bazaar.

Liam and I were alone in the garden, pruning the roses. However—.

(I feel like we’re being watched.)

When I glanced at Liam, he nodded as if to tell me that he knew what I was thinking.

(We should stay here and pass time doing usual things while acting like lovers.)

Liam: Hm— let’s take a quick break. Kate, let me squish you.

Kate: Wah…!

Liam: You’re so warm, Kate. You smell nice too… haah, this is so comforting.

Kate: Fufu, it tickles.

Liam embraced me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder.

We were on a mission and shouldn't let our guards down, but I couldn't help but feel relaxed in his arms.

(And besides, we can hold a wedding ceremony here if we get approval, right?)

Even though it was for a mission, honestly… it made me happy to be able to hold a wedding ceremony with the man I adored.

Liam: Kate, do you think there's really such a thing as eternal love?

Kate: Eternal love…

I heard the term “eternal love” a lot, but I found it difficult to imagine myself having that.

(“Eternal” means that it will never end. How I wish that kind of love existed.)

(A person’s feelings can grow distant, and a couple can split up for any reason at all.)

Being in love is difficult because it can’t be done alone.

Kate: I think that would be nice, but I can’t give you a clear answer.

Kate: What do you think, Liam?

Liam: I…

Liam: …

Liam: I don’t believe in eternal love.

(Huh…?)

Liam: That’s why, we have to join this organisation to make our love eternal.

Kate: Y-Yeah…

Liam held me tighter and whispered into my ear.

Liam: … Kate, I’m going to go invisible and have a look inside.

Liam: … I’ll come back for you, so wait here for me.

Liam let go of me and kissed me on the forehead.

Liam: “I’m going to take out the trash”. Wait here for me, alright? I’ll be right back.

Kate: Mm, alright. Be careful, Liam.

Liam lied loud enough for everyone to hear. While I watched him walk away, I pondered about what he said earlier.

(I didn't expect Liam to say that he doesn’t believe in the existence of eternal love.)

(He only said that to deceive any cultists that could be eavesdropping nearby, right?)

(But if he meant those words—.)

Founder: It seems that the two of you really care deeply about each other.

Kate: …

The Founder appeared out of thin air and squinted his eyes like he was looking at something very bright.

Founder: To me, the way the two of you love each other is very beautiful. — However, it’s also very fragile.

Kate: … Fragile?

Founder: Yes, and therefore I will make your love last for an eternity with my hands.

Founder: — May your love never be broken.

Kate: …

…

After we were acknowledged as real lovers through doing volunteer work together, we were allowed to have a wedding ceremony in a few days.

We also found out one thing through our investigation.

And that was—.

Liam: There was a trapdoor hidden under the altar, leading to an underground chamber where several corpses were stored.

Victor: Those corpses must belong to those couples who disappeared.

Victor: While you were investigating, I did my research about that cult.

Victor: At first, I thought that their purpose was to rob the couples of their money and assets after killing them.

Victor: … However, that cult didn't lay their hands on any money. — Therefore, what could be their purpose?

– Flashback Start –

Founder: — May your love never be broken.

– Flashback End –

(... I can't forget the horrifyingly dangerous look in those eyes.)

Kate: … I don’t know their purpose.

Kate: But it could be that they just want to make love last forever.

Liam • Victor: …

Liam: Regardless of the reason, it's a fact that those couples who were killed didn’t want to die.

Liam: What’s left for us to do right now is to find out exactly who is the culprit.

Kate: … That will be revealed at our wedding ceremony tomorrow, right?

Liam: Yeah. I think he’ll make his move during the ceremony, but—.

Liam: Let’s still have a fun time, Kate.

Kate: Fun…?

Liam: Because it’s our first wedding, albeit a pretend one.

Liam: I have a present for you. Give me a moment.

After a while, Liam returned carrying a large box.

Liam: Here, a present for you. Will you open it for me?

I opened the box to find a jet black wedding dress inside.

With its beautiful embroidery, anyone could tell at a glance that it was very expensive.

Kate: … It’s beautiful.

Liam: Really? I’m glad you like it…

Kate: Did you pick this dress out yourself, Liam?

Liam: Yup. … And maybe I just really want to see you in this dress.

His bashful smile made my chest tighten.

Kate: Thank you, Liam. … Let’s give it our best tomorrow.

Liam: Of course. I’ll be by your side protecting you tomorrow, Kate.

Victor: — Let your wickedness lead.

…

The next day, I stood before the church door in that black dress.

Liam was waiting for me behind that door.

(I’m still curious about what Liam said about him not believing in the existence of eternal love.)

(But one thing’s for sure. Liam cherishes me…

(And I, too, cherish Liam from the bottom of my heart.)

Kate: … Let’s do this. Liam is waiting for me.

I started walking towards the love of my life, my dress swaying with every step.

Even if the wedding aisle was to be stained with deep crimson blood.

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[aechii]

₍⁠₍ SPEAK NO EViL ₎⁠₎ ~ CH. 2

[ a kylian mbappe series ]

SYNOPSiS ! it's summer break, where, yes, academic freedom ensues, but for stellar, upcoming young football stars, an unmissable opportunity springs. bondy elite summer academy prepares its youth for the professional world, and inevitably, everybody is hungry to succeed. girl or boy. life isn't kind to 18 year old kylian mbappe, and being mute seems to be a limiting factor of his progress. but once he's accepted into the football camp, he's determined to prove that his football speaks for itself. yet, in the midst of fatal determination and apathetic competitiveness, he doesn't expect to grow intrigue for [y/n], a profound player in the camp's feminine unit, whose kindness and exquisite skill awakens a visceral feeling within kylian, showing him someone else that he could love in a world filled with hate.

PAiRiNG ! mute!kylian x fem!reader | fem!reader x oc!boyfriend

A/N !  i would like to first sincerely apologise for the super long wait. life's been 🫨 but we move. i just love how i’ve written kylian and ethan’s relationship here 😭 like im over here shitting tears and scraping paints off walls cos they’re honestly too wholesome and the best brothers to exist (canonically and prbly irl but who knows?). brice and kylian’s bromance is BROMANCING, lemme just say; im very proud of the characterisation i’ve established for everyone tbh. anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter! things get a little bit more yk 👀 so im very excited for you lot to read this hehehe. tell me your thoughts in my askbox, i’m very eager to know 🤍

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the moment kylian exits the car, he’s encompassed by a wave of thick disbelief. his eyes seem stitched to the grandeur building that stands before him; it’s all glass, glittering in the sunlight that bleeds incinerating heat upon the earth below, and it sends the boy into a frenzy. hasn’t seen infrastructure that screams money to such an extent.

he flaps a hand in front of his face, fanning himself, although rather futile. brice, from the other side of the vehicle, walks up beside him, crossing his arms as he leans on the door.

“wow… just wow.”

kylian turns to face him, arching an eyebrow, as he signs, “haven’t you been here before? moreover, many, many times?”

they’re in public, and as usual, kylian finds his throat go stagnant and brain go blank, so decides to use his hands instead. he’s ever so grateful for brice’s present at that moment.

“yeah, but,” brice exhales, almost wistfully, “it’s always better in person.”

“you’re right about that.”

kylian’s father rolls his suitcase towards him, dumping his duffel bag on top. a smile, a proud one, is ever present on his face, akin to kylian’s. he knows his father sees himself in him, has so much faith in him, and it’s a driving force of his purpose here. not just for him, but his whole family; a referral is the only thing that gleams in his conscience, knows that he mustn’t let the 5 weeks be in vain.

wilfried puts a gentle, fatherly hand on his son’s shoulder, a grounding gesture that speaks much to kylian’s mind. 

“do well, hm?”

“you mean, like i always do?” a cheshire grin fills his face, and it makes his father laugh.

“yes,” wilfried nods and chuckles, “like you always do, kylian mbappe.”

ethan materialises out of nowhere, hooking an arm over his brother’s shoulder. kylian almost pushes him off, but for the sake of goodbyes and farewells (for only 5 weeks, yes, but he’s never been away from ethan for even half of that), he tolerates his sudden attachment. 

“that hurt, you know?” kylian brusquely signs. ethan removes his arm as he returns a sheepish, “sorry,” before resting his head upon his brother’s shoulder. 

kylian exhales, then limply signs, “i’ll miss you bad.”

“it’s only 5 weeks?”

he looks at ethan incredulously, “only 5 weeks, you say? okay then. don’t call or text me at all.”

“you did not need to go there,” ethan’s response is deadpanned and immediate, making his older brother grin widely. kylian would definitely miss this. life will feel slightly sloped and discrepant without ethan’s constant antics, but kylian knows that his career comes with sacrifices, the most obvious one being stepping out of his comfort zone: the restricting boundaries that sees him remaining inert within the lines of local club football. 

bondy is the light at the end of the tunnel, and kylian just hopes that the journey would be worth it.

ethan snaps him out of his mental dally with a tight side hug, then he realises that it’s time for him to depart and register himself in. beyond a certain point, marked out by a blue roped barrier hanging from gold posts (a colour combination kylian would need to get used to for the next month and more, all in the name of bondy patriarchy), family members are prohibited, and so last words are to be said within the parking lot. 

“i will miss you,” ethan mumbles. evokes a smile out of kylian as he notices ethan’s hesitation, “believe me, i know.”

from behind him, his father urges him to go as a line of participants accumulate, and begins to feel the trepidation press against his heart.

“love you, bro.” ethan signs. his mind screams, ‘don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.���

kylian’s mind shrieks, ‘don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.’

“that referral is yours.”

masks a pained smile behind a light-hearted one, ruffling ethan’s hair as he received a glare back. god, he’ll miss ethan more than he fathomed.

“it is.”

then they fistbump, for the last time.

+_-

inside is cool and dry, differing from the hot, humid, sticky air outside that had clung feverishly to skin. the interior structure of the academy puts its external counterpart to utter shame. high ceilings, suspending blue-jewel-embezzled chandeliers, ribbons of gold and royal blue traced in half-wave curves along the walls that seem to be the only thing in this unfathomable-acred campus that don't  abide by the fervid colour scheme. kylian has never seen as many trophies in one glass cabinet (or, rather, walk-in closet; it is massive) as what just stood in the far corner of the foyer. 

“close your mouth, ky,” brice leans in and whispers, snickering. they are unlucky, having to join the right foot of the queue after spending a few extra minutes receiving last minute warnings and advice from their mothers especially. nothing with ill intentions, but rather harsh loving concern. 

kylian immediately shuts his mouth, flushed. brice grins wider, shoving a hand atop kylian’s hair and rubbing it roughly. he’s immediately slapped away and sent on his way with a pointed glare. 

“you're a heathen."

brice snickers, albeit loudly, "right back at you."

they're both taken aback as two boys right in front of them, identical twins they suppose because they look eerily akin, glance behind with looks of confused judgement. the exchange is swift and they turn to face ahead no more than a second later, before huddling close to the other, and swapping whispers. 

their thoughts, though internal, are vehemently blatant to kylian. from a retrospective point of view, he understands– it's as if brice had talked to thin air. he nudges his friend beside, and dejectedly gestures, "sign, please."

brice's understanding is immediate, and rather apologetically, he responds, "okay, sorry." 

"don't be."

they stand and shuffle down the line in silence. it's unlike brice to be wordless for such an extended period of time, but as for kylian, it's second nature. an hour passes, they've only progressed by half of the queue, and its obvious that brice is becoming restless. they haven't sat once, and although kylian had suggested he sit on his suitcase (it was undoubtedly big enough), he refused, saying that it wasn't strong enough to bear his weight. 

"you good, b?"

brice catches him a second too late in his peripheral vision, and asks him to repeat.

"i said, are you good?"

"it's like you're asking me to fight," brice signs humourously, "but yeah, i'm good. just… buzzing with every feeling you could think of."

kylian nods, but brice's words simmer properly, and he then realises what he had said, "every feeling? so you feel… angry, con-"

"why wouldn't i be?"

kylian's delirious, "why… would you be?"

he watches as brice glares at the boys in front of them, and he sighs, "i thought you would've gotten used to it by now, brice."

"you're my best friend— practically practically a brother to me. why would i just let it go, moreover, get 'used to it'?"

kylian notices how his signs get more rapid and hard to decipher. he has a habit of merging two words- subconsciously, he doesn't blame him- or missing out words entirely when he's angry. he stares more intently to understand his friend. 

"i get you. but you're doing more harm than good when you retaliate."

brice doesn't sign back, and huffs begrudgingly. they fall into a prolonged silence once again, and it takes another half an hour before the reach the front counter. 

"welcome to bondy academy! can i please have your names and factions?"

the receptionist is a young woman, probably only 3-4 years older than the two, with honey skin and honey skin and a frizzy afro. kylian looks at her gold-and-blue name tag and sees the name 'genevieve' written in bold black. 

brice gives her a friendy smile, "my name is brice tchaga and his," he points at his friend, "is kylian mbappé. we're both in elite. we’re both in elite."

she nods, typing their names into the computer before again, nodding affirmatively again. she slides a clipboard upon the counter with a pen, and asks them to write their signature next to their name. brice does so, and slides it to kylian, who looks at him and discreetly signs, "i don't have a signature."

"you don't?" brice's face morphs into one of subtle surprise as kylian nods his head. 

"just… make up one. or just write your name fancily, it's not that important here."

kylian is acquiescent, and as brice waits for him to finish writing, he looks up to see genevieve looking at them. her eyes, however, hold no malice, and rather watches them, smiling. 

"you both sign?"

brice's mouth falls agape, "you sign?"

genevieve chuckles, "yeah. my mother is deaf so i had to learn early."

by now, kylian's noticed the exchange between the two, brice turning to him for permission to share his reason. he gives him a look, and brice knows that kylian can handle himself. he's probably happy that he's found a common ground with someone who's not brice, even though she may only be the receptionist. 

"i've been selectively mute for a while, so i talk mostly by signing. brice here is my translator, i guess— wow, now i'm trauma dumping."

kylian is ever-glad that it's practically just the three of them in the foyer, save a couple of bustling workers who are too busy to notice them. 

genevieve laughs heartily, grabbing two gold lanyards from beside her before handing it to the both of them. 

"don't worry, you're good. those are your id and keycards by the way. you lose them, you have no access into your room for the next 24 hours."

kylian scrutinises his and makes a face when he notices the rather unflattering photo they had used. 

"you two are running late now, so i'll let you go," genvieve says. her face suddenly turns stoic, "my only advice is to keep your head down, not everyone here is as nice as i am."

"i did come here expecting the worst, to be honest."

"pessimist."

"i'm being practical, brice."

genvieve intervenes, "it's not all that bad. arguably the best football experience you'll ever have before going professional."

she glances at her watch, alarmed, "okay, i really have to let you go now. the conference room is through those doors, down the stairs, and then the first door on your right."

kylian smiles at her, and expresses his gratitude as brice does the same. she dismisses it with a graceful wave of her hand.

"i'll be rooting for the both of you," genevieve chides, then signs, "good luck."

hopeful and with spirits elevated, brice and kylian amble to the conference room. it’s capacity is just as expected, if not larger, occupied by gold-rimmed blue chairs which accommodate several other competitors, in 6 rows of ten. their entrance alerts those already seated, and a few turn around to take a glance. he wasn’t expecting to see all factions congregating simultaneously, observing the range of ages situated around the room. kylian feels the heat of anxiety nip at his skin, and as he and brice stroll to take their seats, he begins to feel nauseous. 

it’s only a few seconds later when a man, with salt and pepper hair and clad in a suit of a colour that quite frankly, kylian is absolutely tired of seeing and it’s only his first day, walks in. his aura of assertiveness is palpable, and as he, along with a few other adults, take their stand on the pulpit before them, the whole room falls silent.

a lean man, dressed in casual sporting gear and first born trainers steps forward, "all rise.'

a ripple of shuffling bodies and chairs permeates around the room. kylian observes his surroundings, analyses how he, along with brice, are one of the shortest boys in the elite faction. he grumbles internally at that. 

the same voice tells them to sit, and the audience obeys, then the room slithers into another deafening quietude. it feels as if it's prohibited to even breathe and kylian can sense his hands gathering with sweat. 

"good morning bondy," the same distinguished man from earlier pronounces, voice detailed with bass, "my name is jacob dubois and it is an utmost pleasure to have all 60 of you here; i hope the appreciation is reciprocated."

a few nods come from the kids around him and slight relief washes over kylian as he realises that they are free to move. 

"you all have been selectively chosen to come here. we didn't choose random aspirants, but ones who show passion, determination and most of all, potential." 

kylian's fingers tingle with excitement. he's here for a reason. 

"thus, we expect all of you to follow our ethos with pride."

formalities extend for more than half an hour, kylian feels his buttcheeks ache and has had to nudge brice awake numerous times. 

"did you not sleep?"

"i did," he signs back sluggishly, "this talk is always boring."

kylian can't deny that, shaking his head with a small grin. 

as the clock strikes 11am, an hour since they had entered the room, the director finally graces them with the technicalities of the regime itself. 

"your 5 weeks here will be filled with training, educational trips, end-of-week assessments and, most importantly, improvement. you're expected to be up at 5am everyday-"

murmurs erupt, mostly by the younger factions, and mr dubois brings a palm up to silence them. 

"-and curfew is at 9pm. anybody who is seen outside of their accommodation past this hour will be punished."

he waits for any objections, doesn't get any, and proceeds. 

"today is your first day of training. you'll first be taken to your rooms where your kit will be, then receive a tour of the campus. all factions will congregate in their designated parlour where their head coach will give itineraries, and tell you what to do next."

"who's ours?" kylian asks brice, and he shrugs, "dunno. i was asleep at that part."

rolling his eyes, kylian shifts his focus back to the man behind the pulpit. 

"i wish all of you the best, and may the best 3 get their referrals."

a round of applause ensues as the line of coaches upfront move towards where they were sat, and, kylian guesses she's the junior faction's head coach, a tall woman with blond hair orders the kids sat right at the front to stand. they leave the room with their rolling luggages and the rest move into hushed, murmuring chatter. 

"that was long for no reason," brice stretches his neck as he signs, yawning. 

"i know, but sleeping? i thought you said you got 8 hours."

"well, i could barely sleep for 5. my aim was 8."

kylian brings a hand to brice's head, pushing it down to his shoulder. 

"sleep for a bit, something's telling me we'll be here a while."

the boy snuggles in immediately, whispering a 'thank you', in which kylian just pats his knee in response. 

by the time they're summoned, it's been another half hour. kylian taps brice awake, signalling at the suitcase, grateful that brice catches on quickly. his stomach churns in hunger, yet knows they won't be eating for while. 

their head coach, kylian comes to learn, is coach moreau; dark-skinned, averagely talk with dark facial hair. he's not as intimidating as mr dubois, but both kylian and brice can smell his sternness from a mile away. 

"your rooms are on the other side of campus so we'll have to walk to get there. at the lobby, i'll give you your door numbers and you can find your way. please keep your keycards safe, you hear?"

they all nod, and some verbally express their affirmatives.

"good. let's go."

their amble is a good 5 minutes, and both boys, at the end, don't see the need of having a tour. they had passed everything they could think of, and they wonder just what more bondy could have. 

the accommodation is a sleek mini apartment complex, in kylian's words, and seeing as though it only seemed to have one floor, he's unsure if it'll fit all 20 of them. the main door is cut from space grey tempered glass and two security men stand mightily at the entrance, greeting coach moreau, shaking hands.

he then turns towards them again, "feminine and masculine units are separated. this building is for the boys and the girls' complex is behind this one."

kylian ignores the defeated sighs that come from a few boys in front of them as brice glances at him.

"get settled and dressed in your kits by," he checks his watch and gives a reasonable time, "12.15. do not wear your boots indoors, at all, so please keep them in the string bag we've provided for you. let's start rooming you lot."

pairs of names are stated with their room number and little by little, the group breaks off. kylian and brice's names come last, and they are given the number 5b.

they move towards the elevator, waiting for it to come back down. the metal doors slide open and they shuffle inside, kylian just about catching the sight of the girls leaving as the doors shut again. 

brice releases an exaggerated sigh, "i need sleep."

"we've got a whole day ahead of us, if you're able to, you should buy some lucozade at lunch."

brice shakes his head, "i stay clear of those things, mr addicted-to-energy-drinks."

kylian huffs, throwing his hands in the air, "i'm not addicted, i just have one a day."

"have or need?"

kylian throws him a deadpanned look as the elevator opens, giving him the middle finger. brice snickers and follows him out, both looking at the doors they pass for their room. they reach the end of the corridor before finding it, and brice uses his card to open the door. 

"holy. fucking. shit."

brice drops the handle of his suitcase, rushing in like a child gone feral at a candy shop. kylian rolls his eyes as he picks it up, but then freezes when he notices the interior. 

the entire space as soon as they enter, is an enormous area of the living room. it's just about bigger than brice's own bedroom back at home (which, in turn, is much larger than kylian's) and everything feels too fresh to touch. a colour scheme of dark grey and white occupies the space, a large bondy logo  stuck on an empty wall in dark blue. 

"i'm surprised they didn't dump a bright gold sofa here," brice teases, and kylian hums in agreement, "with you on that one. i'm getting tired of seeing those colours, i swear."

brice opens one of the doors, notices that it's the bathroom, then closes it again. 

"restroom?"

"yup."

brice goes to the one not far from the one he had just opened and storms inside screaming, "dibs this one!"

that triggers kylian, who runs to the room, completely astonished at the size. there's no way in hell that the other one's bigger. 

brice jumps back first upon the bed, closing his eyes in bliss, " 've missed these beds."

kylian leans on the door frame, watching his friend in faux disdain, "didn't even give me a chance to fight for this room."

"it doesn't work like that, ky."

"you're sick."

he moves back upright, walking to the room beside brice's, and is succumbed by shock. 

just what more surprises does bondy have?

his room is marginally larger than his friend's, a large king sized bed, protruding outwards from the wall situated to his right. a white desk sits near the window, which overlooks the bondy campus, and beside that, a white-washed timber wardrobe. 

he grants brice the peace of mind at the moment, smirking to himself, and shuts the door quietly as he moves into the room. on the bed is a navy blue string bag, and kylian picks it up. the material is light yet sturdy, feeling the thin material of his kit inside, then he tugs it open. 

the attire is navy blue, with one thick gold stripe running vertically on the left, the crest sitting right on top. he smiles warmly as he turns it around and sees his surname etched in gold as well. there's no number. he's the number 7 in his club, and knows he needs to prove that he's worthy of it here. 

he changes into his kit and glances at the clock. it reads 12pm, and kylian exits his room to retrieve his case just his friend does the same. 

"i feel expensive," brice chides, kylian agreeing. he's also clad in his kit, everything completely identical apart from the name scribbled on his back. 

"we only have 15 minutes to unpack," kylian informs as brice wheels his suitcase into the room. 

"i probably won't do all of it– only half."

they both sort out their wardrobe, almost getting carried away as brice barges into kylian's room telling him that they have 2 minutes to spare. they decide to take the stairs this time, woe betide them they leave their keycards, and reach the lobby just as coach moreau gets there too. 

through the glass door awaits the feminine half of their faction, already socialising as a group, and kylian feels his chest dip. he tries not to think about it too much, afterall, he has brice, and it'll be very unlike his friend to ditch him for someone else during their say. 

coach moreau moves them outside before talking, "we'll begin the tour down the south wing- here- before moving towards north. i hope all of you are ready because this campus is big."

brice leans into kylian and whispers, "you don't say." kylian breaks into a smile, pushing his friend gently. 

during the hour the spend walking- walking!- around bondy's grounds, kylian's brain overspills with information that flies into his ear and out the other. salvages as little as the fact that south wing consists of their dorms, from junior to elite, and leisure spaces whereas its north counterpart inhabits the main and training pitches, every type of hall you could think of, separate parlours for factions to bask in and the canteen. 

brices legs are completely spent, kylian's no different, and once they make their way into their designated space, brice wastes no time to sit on the blue settee. 

"okay everybody, take a seat," coach moreau's voice comes from behind the bunch. they all find a place to sit as the man stands at the front. 

“since i’m sure not everyone knows each other here, we’ll do short introductions. you can state your full name if you want, and what club you currently play for,” his eyes scan the room. the passion is definitely there, that’s undeniable, and coach moreau can see more potential than he ever has. “football is not just about skill and playing, but forming relationships with your teammates, as well. remember, bondy is competitive, but do not let it get to your heads, okay?”

a chorus of ‘yes coach’ follows, and he smiles at the teenagers before him. kylian’s brain seems to go stagnant and he feels scorched all over. he hadn’t planned for this, isn’t prepared. brice looks at him, silently asking if he’s okay, but he doesn’t find it in him to respond. before brice could initiate his concern, verbally, their coach is speaking again.

“alright, we’ll go clockwise, i’ll start; i’m coach moreau and i’ve been coaching here for about 20 years now. i’m normally accompanied by coach lambert, who teaches the feminine unit, but she’s been off for the past few hours. she should be back for training later today.”

the next boy starts to speak. he’s tan skinned, with dark brown hair that’s completely shaved into a buzzcut, “i’m zion saez and i play for l’aigles.” 

the girl beside him shoots him a grin, and he returns it. if anyone present was any dumber, it would be unknown that they’re a couple. they try to be discreet, but their fleeting, prolonged touches sell them out. 

“i’m [y/n], and i also play for l’aigles,” zion’s girlfriend states after. a girl beside her begins her introduction, and before kylian could fathom, it’s his turn. he doesn’t speak- for god’s sake he can’t- and the silence is nibbling at his ears. 

“boy, it’s your turn,” coach moreau’s voice penetrates into the room. everyone’s staring, their eyes dig into his skin, and he brings his hands up to sign. he’s shaking, but hopes that brice can determine it good enough.

“i’m kylian, and i play for loc.”

no one makes a sound afterwards, and his heart collapses in on itself. coach moreau looks at him, his eyes speak of something he cannot understand, then a voice comes from his far left. 

“can you not speak?” his tone is almost degrading, and the humiliation that permeates through kylian is an understatement. 

“he’s mute,” brice seethes, “there’s no reason to be rude about it.”

the boy doesn’t respond, staring at brice with his face crumpled in scorn, and kylian nudges him to let it go. an expectant, yet awkward silence commences, and kylian has to nudge brice again, knowing that in his state of anger, his self-awareness is absent. 

“brice. i play for toc too.”

coach moreau’s gaze interchanges between zion and brice, then he says, “what i said before isn’t a joke. football is about respect, and you’re taught that from early, or am i lying?”

there’s no reply, and he repeats himself, louder and miffed, “am i lying?! zion? brice?”

a collective, murmured ‘no coach’ comes from the both of them, and coach moreau hums. 

“i’m glad i’m being heard. let’s go to lunch.”

+_-

their first training session succeeds after their lunch break, in which the meal was a simple plate of pasta, but kylian had to get seconds. the more bondy surprises him, the more he thinks there’s a catch. privilege cannot come so effortlessly and also have him running scot-free; he leaves that thought for his future self, though. 

coach moreau has gathered them at the centre of one of the training pitches, with the feminine unit on another with coach lambert, after an exertive warm-up and drills ensemble. 

“i feel like i’ve played a full 90,” brice complains to kylian as he stands beside him. his friend pats his shoulder apologetically.

“since it’s your first day, i think a good game of 5-a-side will really establish the skill we have in this team, don’t you think?”

a cacophony of excited cheers and hollers come from the boys and adrenaline finally pumps within kylian. 

“team one will have…” he scans his clipboard, “brice, joel, kylian, rafael and kody. the rest of you on team two, get yourself some green bibs, you’ll be shooting to the goal on my right. let’s get going boys.”

kylian and brice get in position as they wait for the opposing team to situate themselves. once they do, the game begins with the shrill sound of coach moreau’s whistle, and kylian is already dashing for the ball. it’s passed to someone else on the green-bib team before he can reach it, and as brice is closer, he’s able to tackle it off the boy. he passes it back to kylian, who makes a run for the goal.

his speed gives coach moreau whiplash, he has never seen such like it; it’s almost an art to watch, elegantly swift and gets faster with every metre he runs. he circles kylian’s name and goes back to watching the game, just quick enough to notice zion barge into kylian with such vigour that he tumbles out of the pitch. he pushes his whistle between his lips and blows it forcefully. 

everything happens with hastened velocity. kylian is quick to regenerate himself, standing up and immediately shoves zion’s back with all his strength. his sides throbs with a dull ache from the collision prior, yet all he sees is red as zion’s face comes uncomfortably close to his, lips stretched in a sickening smile as he taunts kylian. 

“what are you gonna do, huh? you can’t even talk, you fucking freak.”

then he’s dragged away by coach moreau before his fist can even come close to zion’s cheek.

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Meanwhile at the party, sp krupp has brought his world famous party salad. It's a pink colored casserole type dish with every type of candy imaginable, that it almost could rot your teeth instantly, which is why he put apple slices in it. He brought a lot of it, like a lot a lot of it and is sharing some of it lumberjack krupp, who he invited to the party. The music from dj manatee is playing a remix of barbie girl.

Sp krupp: hm? Where is everyone? I told them the party was starting in 20 minutes and now 24 minutes have pass.

Lumberjack krupp: I'm sure the others will show up strange crossed eye guy, so who's this gp guy you told me about?

Sp krupp: oh his great, a bit murder happy, but who isn't. He loves coral blue #2 lipstick and men, I'm sure his about walk through those doors with party hat ready and maybe even a big surprise to really light up the party! :3

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Gp Krupp was overhearing the conversation between those two krupps. He rolled his eyes as he continue hiding himself behind the wall to avoid being caught.

He said as he tried to calm down, the music was giving him a headache. Gp then took a little peek again, glaring at them.

He always hated SP, he always hated his guts and hates everything about him with a burning passion. He really wanted to hurt him and rip him apart into piece, but was it really worth it?

Not really. Gp wasn't sure whether to step in and attack him and the other Krupp. He didn't understand what was causing him to feel weird even tho he doesn't believe in feelings or any sort of effect. His eyes softened a little as he continues to spy on them. For some odd reason, he couldn't stop keeping his eyes on SP, it was....confusing...

Why does his heart race too fast everytime he's near or close to him (someone else)?

Why is it hard to be open about it? Is it bad?

Is it normal for a smart and sick murderer to develope a strange feeling towards someone he hates?

Is it okay to feel bad for him and try to apologize or end the beef?

Is it okay to be friends with him?

Is this even normal???

"Why is he starting to feeling bad for a crossed eyed person who wanted to have fun?"

Who knows! No one knows the answers to those questions. This of course made Gp more frustrated and confused, his face was flushing red as his mind was slowly getting fuzzy.

He immediately shaked his head.

"DON'T screw this up Ben! You can't let that crossed eyed moron beat you. Keep it together!!"

He said to himself as he glanced at the other direction. Luckily he wasn't the only one coming to the "party". Few people were entering the room without noticing Gp Krupp's existence which is a good sign that the plan will actually work.

He wasn't sure if it will work or not but he had to. He has to prove them wrong. He has to. Otherwise, he will end up failing if he gets distracted. Thinking of the plans he wasn't sure if it's easy to hide his weapon.

Some people were walking by and calling it a confetti cannon as a joke, making GP pissed off but he liked the idea, knowing people were dumb enough to realize it was a dangerous weapon and not some sort of cannon with confetti.

So he finally entered the room with his weapon, avoiding any eye contact with anyone around him. It was hard to walk in because of the manatees were all over the ground but he was starting to get used to it back where I was saying; he entered the room. Trying to avoid the awkwardness, mostly trying hard not to look at SP or any Krupp involved in the party, ready to start his mission.

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