#i was in a hurry _(:3」z)_

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Love Thorns All Over This Rose

Words: 2577

Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt (this is will make sense if you read it), probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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IF THERE IS A WANT FOR A PART 2, I WILL DO ONE, IF NOT, THEN THIS STAYS AS A ONE-SHOT!

I mention Y/N goes to a church to pray, it is described more as a Christian or Catholic one (I really don't know the difference and I apologize) as she lights a candle before she prays. If you wish to skip that part, it starts with "Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral." and ends with "Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out.". I do also mention that the reader themselves aren't very religious (but grew up with it so reverted back to old practices to see if it helped)

Alfred is also dead in this (don't ask why he just is) so that's why he isn't here!

The POV here isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!

 I feel like I should mention:

Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23

I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

7:25 AM

The kids watched as Y/N was silent as she put the plate down in front of Bruce's empty seat. They all noted how fake her smile looked as she looked up at them. "Alright, I will see you kids later!"

They all watched as she walked out of the dining room and once they knew she was out of earshot, they started talking.

"Did she eat anything?"

It was Jason, he had been the last down (well...outside of Tim) so he only saw her putting the plates down and ushering them to eat.

Dick shook his head, he had seen her the entire time she made breakfast. Fully clothed, which was unusual as she usually just made breakfast in her pajamas with her hair occasionally brushed. But not today. Today her hair was done, makeup was on, she was dressed as if she was working.

But everyone in that house knew she was still off after what happened, even though it had been 3 months since the incident.

Damian flicked at his food, "Ummi was supposed to take me to school today."

Dick smiled at Damian, "I can, Dami. Mom is just...preoccupied."

Damian hmphed and continued to play with his food. Dick was concerned for his younger brother. He knew that while he himself was close with the woman he had allowed to become his mother, Damian was so much more as she was really the only person who never got mad at him or made fun of him when he didn't understand something.

Jason abruptly stood, "Since mom isn't here, I'm just gonna go."

Dick raised a brow, "Really Jason? You're just gonna leave after--"

"Hey, we've been over this before Dick. I come because mom asks me to." He shrugged as he put his jacket on, "Plus, I'm going to follow her."

Stephanie snorted, "She'll kill you when she catches you."

"If she catches me. If."

Steph hummed, "My bets are on she will. Y/N is always on the lookout, especially after..." She faded and looked down, regret piling up inside her as she thought of what she was about to say.

"Either way, tell us what you find Jason."

He nodded to Dick's request before heading out the side door in the kitchen. Dick tapped his hand on the table for a minute before speaking; "I'm gonna go check on dad, Damian go get everything ready and I'll meet you at the entryway, alright?"

The eldest stood, placing a gentle hand on the youngest shoulder before heading to the stairs. Dick was concerned. He had never seen his mother so...shut off. Pretending like everything was alright even though everyone who saw her could tell that she was so close to jumping off of a bridge.

The closest that he had seen her to this was back when Jason died and she broke up with Bruce. But even then, she didn't avoid things that she had already planned. Even then, she stayed committed to things.

Plus, Dick knew she had no plans today. Well...no plans except for the fact that beforehand this would have been her due date. And he knew that that was most likely what had off-set her so badly.

Dick didn't even knock before opening the door to Bruce's study. He was even speaking before his father even looked up from his computer. "Have you talked to mom?"

Bruce raised a brow, "What?"

"Mom." Dick crossed his arms, "When was the last time you and her had a real conversation?"

Bruce shrugged, "I'm not sure." He looked at Dick oddly, "What are you going on about?"

Dick let out a hard sigh, "You two are married, it is your job to take care of her. Goddammit Bruce!" He threw his hands up in anger, "You know what? Nevermind, I'm not...I'm not even going to try."

He angrily turned and walked out of the room. He didn't even understand why he even thought that talking to Bruce would help. He just walked down the stairs and remembered his promise to get Damian to school. Trying to hide the anxiety he had that he didn't know what exactly his mom was doing.

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9:09 AM

Jason watched Y/N walk out of the convenience store all the way in Blüdhaven. From where he was, he couldn't see what she had bought, but the moment he saw her go into the store, he had messaged Tim to watch her bank account. To watch what she was purchasing. Something felt...off as he watched her.

Jason knew that after the...accident, Y/N had been hard to reach. To talk to. He knew that she and Bruce hadn't been sleeping in the same bed since that argument he had accidently heard them having around 3 weeks after everything happened. So 4 weeks ago.

Granted...from what he had heard, it wasn't even a fight that they had had. Mostly just words being thrown at the other. Words that Jason never thought that he would hear either one say to the other. Words that he never told any of his siblings that he heard. All out of fear that one of them would panic. And while sure, he had a disdain for Tim and Damian, that didn't mean he would ever let either of them know what he had heard.

Jason wasn't sure how long he had been watching her just sit in the car before Tim finally texted him a list of what Y/N had bought in the past week. And considering Jason had seen her previous bank records for a week, it was a sure red mark with how short it was.

Tim

In the past week she's gotten a lot of sleeping pills. That's basically all that she has gotten. That plus energy and pain pills. Duke is thinking she's self-medicating again

Jason sighed as he pocketed his phone when he saw his mom driving out of the parking lot. He kept a safe distance behind her as he followed her on her drive back to Gotham.

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12:15 PM

Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral. Trying not to make a misstep and fall as well as trying not to draw attention to herself. She closed the umbrella over her head as she walked in. Placing it in the small holder, she brushed the front of her outfit as her heels clicked on the ground when she walked down the long hall.

Last time she was there was for her mothers funeral last year. Last time she had walked up and grabbed the larger candle to dip down and light the smaller one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she kneeled, words swimming through her head and mumbling off her lips.

She herself was never very religious, but having grown up that way, she wondered if praying like she did as a child would work. Praying that things would get better and that she would get better.

She shakily did the cross on her before standing and wiping the tears that had silently fallen away from her cheeks. She turned and started to make her way out of the church when she heard a voice call out her name:

"Mrs. Wayne! We were not expecting you here today, is everything alright?"

Y/N slowly turned to face one of the Nuns, a small, fake, smile on her face. "Oh yes, everything is alright Sister. Just came here to pray for a moment. I haven't in such a long time."

The nun nodded, "Very well, I hope the Good Lord hears your prayer and makes it happen."

Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out. She grabbed her umbrella before opening the door and walking out. She practically ran back to her car, wanting to get in before anyone saw her out.

But Cass and Steph did. They watched her speed back to her car as they sat in the cafe across the way. Stephanie shook her head, "She never goes there. Especially not since her mothers deaths."

Cass nodded as Steph continued; "Something is seriously going on with Y/N. Maybe something else has happened that we don't know."

"She's been deteriorating for the past 4 weeks."

Steph raised a bow and inquired, "4 weeks?" Cass nodded, "Huh...weird, that's around a week after she came home from the hospital." She grabbed her phone and started typing in the groupchat that only held the kids (Damian not included):

Steph

when did Bruce disappear for a few days after Y/N came home?"

It didn't take long for Tim to respond

logs say he left 35 hours after she got home and came back 83 hours later why?

Cass

She's been slowly getting worse sense then

Jason

I overheard them arguing around 3 weeks after everything happened and I know they haven't been sleeping in the same room since then. And I'm not sure how important this is; but Tim checked her bank account and she bought different pills so me, him, and Duke think she's medicating again. Or that she's going to start again.

Cass and Steph looked at each other, concern and worry was on their faces as they read Jason's last message. Something started unnerving them as they thought of the things she could possibly do if she was going to start medicating again.

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3:25 PM

Y/N looked at her body in the mirror. Her hands came to lay on her stomach. Just like she did before. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at her flatter stomach. She breathed shakily as her hands fell down to her sides.

Why?

Was all she ever asked.

Why me? Why did this happen to me?

She was so confused. She had always been good. Done everything to be a good person. But yet she still had that happen to her. Was she just not meant to be a mother?

Of course...she was one. She was a mother to 4 amazing boys and 1 beautiful girl. But still...it was different. Yes, those 5 children were hers, but that one. That singular one that she had carried for nearly 7 months had meant so much to her. Especially after being told time and time again it wouldn't happen.

It wasn't even the first time it had happened. She had had miscarriages before...but that wasn't what it was this time. The kidnapping. Bruce and the kids had found her after 2 days. The emergency c-section to save the baby.

But she knew. Of course she knew. She knew it had died.

Her baby girl. She had died before she even got the chance to live.

Y/N shakily breathed as she grabbed one of the bottles from the counter. She had thought it was the pain medication. But it hadn't been.

Sleeping meds.

Ever since it happened she had hardly been able to sleep. Nightmares of what happened still plagued her mind. Bruce yelling at her still echoed in her brain. Those...twisted words he said echoed inside of her.

She had popped a few in her mouth before dry-swallowing them and getting into the bath she had started earlier. The hot water felt like it was searing her skin, but she didn't care. She wondered if maybe she did this enough, whoever was above would forgive her of her sins and let her keep a pregnancy.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed in the water before it became difficult to keep her head above water. Her body just felt so heavy. She wondered what pain meds she had grabbed at the store. She couldn’t remember them making her feel this way before. After a few moments of struggling to keep her head up, she felt her body sink down and under the water. But even as she felt water rush into her nose and fill her lungs, she couldn't bring herself to move and get out.

She just accepted her fate.

----

3:30 PM

Bruce sat in his office, a bad feeling settling in his stomach. Something was telling him to check on Y/N. See if she was alright. He knew she had returned around 20 minutes ago, the security cameras had caught her walking in.

He carefully stood from his desk and walked out of his office. He walked down the oddly quiet halls of the manor. A small feeling of pain and guilt started to eat at him as he got closer to the guest room she had been staying in. He knew she was struggling. He knew that she needed him today. But he just...couldn't.

He was selfish. He knew this.

He knew he was so goddamn selfish. Caring about his own feelings rather than helping his wife. She had been the one to physically go through everything. She had been the one to bear that trauma.

He had been so incredibly selfish since she had come home from the hospital. He had even begun to wonder why she even stayed in the manor.

But as he opened the door to the guest room, unrest settled inside him as he saw she wasn't there but the bathroom door was open. It was silent. He had known his wife long enough to know she never was silent in the bathroom. She almost always had music playing.

He pushed the bedroom door further open as he walked further in. Anxiety started to reach a breaking point as he walked into the bathroom.

And time felt like it moved in slow-motion as he saw her state. Her knees bent out of the water, her head under. He saw the three bottles of pills on the counter. He saw the open one read sleep on them. He ran over to the tub, grabbing under her arms and pulling her out.

He bent down, trying to listen for a heartbeat. He felt like his own heart stopped as he heard nothing. Not even a faint thump of one. He quickly moved to her side and started CPR.

Everything still felt like it was moving slower than it was as he pushed down on her sternum. Tears gathered in his eyes as he repeatedly slammed down onto her. As he breathed into her mouth. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he finally had gotten the CPR to work. She began to cough profusely, water spluttering everywhere. He sobbed as he heard her shallow breaths break through the air.

He heard the noise of Dick's voice breaking. "Mom?"

He looked at him, seeing both him and Damian staring at the scene in front of them. Staring as their father held their mother in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, he pleaded for them to call 911.

It was with shaky hands that Dick did it. His words sounded choked back, he kept stuttering. Trying to say what he was supposed to but his mind was running at a million miles and and half a mile a second at the same time. Everything felt fuzzy and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.

That was all he knew.

That was all Dick knew.

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[sunshine-theseus]

Meme Girls | Zecira Mušovic x Reader

Words: 2.7k Summary: doing a video with Zecira leads to a lot of unnecessary angst Warnings: angst, poor early a.m. writing request for - @wosofanfics note: y'all i'm sorry if this sucks. it has been proof read but i'm literally half asleep and it's 1:15am. i hope it's good.

“Welcome back to another episode of Meme Girls.” Laughter breaks out across the room as Zecira tries to introduce the video, tripping over her own tongue.

Aggie and I are sat on bean bags facing each other, Zecira between us. We were supposed to doing a football challenge with some of the other girls for someone’s YouTube channel but whoever was supposed to be joining the goalkeeper here had to pull out. That left us.

“To my- stop laughing! To my right side, Agnes Beever Jones!” I give a small cheer and clap as Aggie throws her hands up in the air, all of us laughing simultaneously. The camera man gives us a dirty look, a sign for us to hurry this up.

“And to my left,” I give her a wink when Zecira turns her head to look at me.

“Y/n, the hotshot, L/n!” I can hear some of the girls outside the door, cheering on as well as they pass by, some even whistling.

“Why does she get a cool nickname? That’s not fair.” Aggie complains, adjusting herself in her beanbag to look at me.

“I’m simply better.” A cheshire grin is thrown her way.

-

“When Emma tells you training is cancelled because of the rain.” The prompt is arguably quite easy but we both spend some time contemplating which photo suited it best. Aggie holds up a relatively old picture of Fran, clearly walking off the bus for a game, her thumbs are up, and earphones are in.

“Completely chill. A day to relax and have no worries, spend time with friends. Whatever you want.”

“Nah it’s time to celebrate. That call is rare and I’m appreciating every damn second.” I rather aggressively pull my photo from the stack of cards. A picture of me from last season after a UWCL game against Lyon, my shirt clutched in my hands as I knee slide into the corner after scoring the winning goal.

“Wow. You look really good there.” Zecira’s voice is pretty alluring as she compliments me, and I turn a fiery shade of red.

“This isn’t fair. Z is going to pick you because you’re in love or whatever.” The young striker whines.

“You and the fans with those stupid speculations. We’re just best friends.” I avoid looking at Z as I try to jokingly tell Aggie off, her eyes rolling at my denial. What I do miss is the light that dims in Zecira’s eyes as I say it.

“Whatever you say.”

We’re given a few more prompts before the media manager calls time. I end up winning 3-2, Aggie tossing a fit by throwing her cards at me. Her fake childishness is scolded by one of the onlookers, clearly too serious in comparison to us, but we only continue to laugh as we stand from the bean bags. I take hold of Zecira’s hand to help her up as well but pull too hard, the Swede falling forward as I rush to catch her. My hands slip under her shirt as I grab her hips and both of us blush a deep red as I try to apologise, trying to forget the feeling of her skin beneath my hands.

-

The next few days between Zecira and I are awkward. Between the tripping situation and the comments from Aggie, our relationship had been strained and neither of us wanted to bring it up, so we didn’t talk at all. The things fans had to say under the video didn’t help.

‘Zecira and Y/n are definitely dating right?’

‘Find someone who looks at you the way Z looks at Y/n’

‘New favourite friends to lovers.’

They were funny, sure, but untrue. At least that’s what I told myself whenever I looked at my best friend, dark hair tucked behind her ears while laughing at something Guro said, and I felt jealous. Or when I go to score a goal in training and she dives for the ball, her shirt riding up and the tight muscles of her abdomen flashing briefly, and I can feel my face heat up and my stomach tighten.

And eventually, due to popular demand, I’m back in another video, facing Sam in a ‘Meme Girls Championship’.

“Welcome to the Meme Girls Championship. Today we have the two winners of the previous games, Samantha Kerr and Y/n L/n. Are you ready?” Sam lets out a guttural scream and I simply nod, trying not to freak out about the tingle in my leg where Zecira and my legs touch.

“Here we go. When you make a tackle outside the penalty box, but the other team still get the penalty.” I flick through my cards, searching for the best one, but Sam is ready in no time.

She holds up a picture of Zecira and Ann-Katrin, standing side by side with sour looks on the faces. It’s good enough for a chuckle but I’m certain I can get a better one. I eventually land on a picture of Jessie. She’s dressed in an old training kit, hands covering her face, clearly disappointed in something.

Zecira takes a moment, looking back and forth between the two photos we’re holding up.

“Zecira. You’re in it.” Sam gives her a side eye, hinting at the fact she thinks she should win.

“Wifey Z. You know this is the better one.” The nickname had been a running joke between us for some time, so neither of us think much of it, despite the obvious fact we probably both wished it meant more.

“Mmmm, I have to go with Y/n’s.”

“No! These cards are unfair! I used that last time and you picked Jessie’s one of me breaking my shoulder!”

“Get wrecked Sammy.”

-

The comments under that video are unexpected. I don’t remember doing anything that would elicit any ‘couple’ comments, yet they were full of them.

‘I think Y/n just accidentally exposed their relationship at 1:17’

‘WIFEY? She knowwws. They’re definitely together, you don’t just call someone your wife.’

So apparently, I did imply we were a couple, but it was from a simple misunderstanding. The issue that comes with that is the inability to deny it. If you deny it, fans assume you’re hiding something, and obviously there was nothing to confirm, so we had to live with it.

Turns out it was hard to live with. Anytime either of us posted, those comments would pop up, asking us to confirm it. At games there were fans shouting it out. Even the girls began speculating whether we’d been secretly hiding a relationship for who knows how long. It was beginning to get tiring, especially when I have feelings for her.

I wanted nothing more to just go up and kiss her and tell her how much I like her, then the comments could be true, and I’d know that. Hopefully it’d also mean I’d get to hold her hand as we walk side by side and kiss her good morning every day. But I was certain she didn’t feel the same, so that was that.

~~~~~

It took a week after the video was posted for things to go back to normal within the team and between Zecira and I. Occasionally Millie or Jess would jokingly ask us ‘how the married life is’, or something along those lines, and we’d all just laugh.

It was a tradition between me and Z, that after a London derby, we’d pick a nice restaurant and go out for dinner. Both of us get dressed up and walk out of the stadium together, sign a few things and go. It started in 2021 and we hadn’t missed a dinner since. So obviously that’s what I prepared for when we had a derby coming up.

I had a new rusty orange, satin dress that I’d brought in preparation for the dinner. Hanging it on the rack in my cubby before I got changed into our warm-up kit always made me a little nervous, aware of the casual outfits that adorned everyone else’s wracks. I didn’t bother looking over at Zecira’s space, expecting her outfit to be hanging like it always was. Perhaps I should have.

-

The game was tough as always during a derby, and very physical. The likes of Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord made it difficult to stay standing if the ball was at your feet and I knew I was likely to come out with bruises from the start. I must say I didn’t expect the black eye that began swelling after an elbow to the face from Lotte.

By half time I looked a wreck, and Emma was prepared to sub me off if they didn’t let up by 60 minutes. I’d lost count of the number of bruises that had begun developing on my legs and arms, even my torso was sure to be black and blue, and admittedly my eye was somewhat hard to see out of. I was also limping, a studs up tackle from Katie landing on the inside of my right ankle making the tissue rather tender.

“You’re going to look like that blueberry girl from Willy Wonka soon.” Zecira jokes as we make our way back out to the pitch.

“Heh yeah, dinner might be a little awkward for the other people around.” I get a smile back before she makes her way to the goal, and I head to the middle of the field to meet with Erin to do some short drills again.

-

The game ends in a tie. 2-2 across the board. I gathered more injuries as the game went on but nothing that wasn’t more than superficial, and I was buzzing to sign a few things and take some pictures with the fans before heading back and dressing up for dinner with my best friend.

Then I see them. Zecira is only a few people away from me at the barrier, talking to a guy. The conversation seems very interesting and sweet, nothing more than a footballer meeting a fan. Until they kiss. So, as her best friend, I make my way over. Why had she never mentioned him?

“Hey Z! Who’s this?”

“This is Tom. We’re dating, nothing official yet. He’s going to take me out for dinner tonight.” It’s hard to be upset when you see the smile that spread across her face. Her dimples were showing and there was a sparkle in her eye. But I wasn’t one to just let someone break a tradition after 2 and a half years.

“Tonight? What, after we go to dinner? You know, at the restaurant we’ve been waiting for a table at for months?”

“N- no I mean right after I get changed.”

“We always do tonight Z.” I start to seethe through my teeth.

“Well can’t you go like tomorrow or something?” I understand Tom was trying to help. I can only assume he wasn’t aware about the years long tradition between the girl he’s dating and her best friend. But I could imagine that if we were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears and my arm would be swinging, getting ready to knock him out in one hit.

“Uhhh, no. No we cannot. Because not only does it take months to get a table, we have to go tonight because it’s tradition. Routine. We’ve never missed a derby dinner once Zecira and like damn I’m going to let us start now. Not for some guy.”

“Common it’s just one. It’s not that big a deal. I’ll make up for it I promise.”

“Make up for it? There’s no making up this dinner. But have fun with Tom. I guess I’ll go get real dressed up, eat portions that are far too small and drink much too expensive wine by myself and be thrown looks all night. See you in training.” As I storm off, I catch glimpses of the remaining crowd that is yet to trickle out and realise perhaps I should have waited.

Now embarrassed as well as angry, I run down the tunnel in desperate search for an empty room. I eventually stumble into one and slam the door closed and lock it. The walls rattle and I hear something fall off one of them, but I find it hard to care as I search for the light switch.

Once I find it, it’s hard for me to hold back all the emotions that have been building up over some time. I rip my boots of and throw them at the door with all my might. I’m surprised the window doesn’t shatter.

“Stupid fucking feelings. Stupid fucking dinner. Stupid fucking Tom. Stupid fucking game.” The list goes on for some time as I cry, broken up every now and then by a scream.

Eventually I slump to the floor in the middle of the room and sob. My chest heaves and I struggle to breathe as I cry into the ground. The bruises and black eye are long forgotten as my lungs struggle to expand, and I begin to panic.

‘This cannot be fucking happening right now no no no.’ a panic attack is the last possible thing I need and I’m in a random room all alone. No one knows where I am. Everyone could have gone home by now.

My head is pounding. Or maybe it’s someone at the door. I’m not sure. I don’t have the energy to figure it out.

‘I hope someone finds me soon’ is probably the last thought I’m aware of having. But then someone’s arms wrap around me. Their perfume is familiar, but I can’t quite place it as they hook an arm beneath my knees and another behind my back. Most of my surroundings are lost, sight blurred and hearing fuzzy as I try to draw in more air, so I don’t know where I am until I feel a mattress beneath me.

I could identify the medical room beds in my sleep, and this was definitely one. After a few minutes of just resting there, my breathing started to slow and I came around. Newly aware of a hand gripping my own, I turn to the person beside me.

“Zecira? What are you doing here? You have dinner with what’s his face.”

“You’re more important. And, what you said on the field… you’re right. I was wrong in breaking tradition for some guy I’m not even really into. It’s- it’s just…” she trails off with a sigh.

“It’s just that, I needed something to take my mind off you.”

“Off me?”

“Yes. Look, after those videos we did on media day, and the one after, I couldn’t fathom the idea of me telling you how I feel and you rejecting me. I like you so much but I know you don’t like me back so I started going on dates. Tom was the only bearable one.”

“Wait wait wait wait. You think I don’t like you? Zecira, there aren’t enough words to express how much I like you. Seeing you with Tom, it, it made me mad about the dinner sure, but I was also jealous. I want to be the one kissing you and taking you on dates, holding your hand, celebrating a win.”

“What?”

“Kiss me you fool.” The angle is poor but despite it, we lean toward each other until our lips are connected.

It becomes quite a hungry kiss, but I pull away before it can get too heated, smiling at the girl in front of me.

“If we get ready and leave now, we could still make that reservation. Make it our first date?”

-

That’s how we end up hand in hand, waiting to be seated. The satin gown hugs me perfectly and compliments Zecira’s sage green dress.

“I’m really sorry for bursting up on you. Especially on the pitch.”

“I deserved it.”

“No you didn’t. Maybe you should’ve told me in advance but it didn’t warrant that reaction.”

“I should’ve spoken to you about what was going on.”

“Kiss me and we call it even?” her hair falls around our faces as she leans down to kiss me. It’s gentle and sweet and tastes like her vanilla lip gloss. Life feels good when you’re in love with your best friend.

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[whiskersz]

maybe j and z for angel dust???

you don't have to, just a suggestion<3

have a good day/night!

Lovely suggestions!!

J - Jealousy : Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He does get jealous for sure, like all of us after all. It's a bit tricky cause he knows that him having the job he does requires you to not be very jealous of him, so he does feel bad for feeling that way sometimes instead.

He'll get a bit sulky but play it off as if it was fine, maybe take some time alone, y'know? If you're spending a lot of time with one of your friends. If somebody is outright flirting with you he'll place a hand on the small of your back and side eye the person a bit, I feel like.

Z - Zeal : Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Slight warning for mentions of Val & his abusive behaviour.

Yes! Angel will take a lot of time to get comfortable in the relationship, with him being insecure due to the one he has with Valentino, but once he does he's willing to do anything for you and the relationship itself.

He will sacrifice his wellbeing for it by, for example, showing up late when he's supposed to be meeting with Val if you're having a particularly bad day or if there's something you two need to solve. This will lead to Val mistreating him even more, so sometimes you'll have to convince him that it's fine and that he should hurry to go.

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[truegoist]

BABY PHOTOS !! REQUESTED BY ;; @avid-idiot (ily nessa)

WARNINGS ;; gn reader(no prns mentioned), established relationship , reader knows isagi & team z. Rin plans to murder the reader, team z, the poor waitress basically anyone bc he’s emo like that I wrote this at 3 am dont fuck w me

“Take those away. Right now” Rin demanded, sitting right across you in a cafe with photos laid out in the table.

photos of him.

as a baby.

he didn’t know how you managed to get your hands on these but this definitely was not what was in his mind when you asked to meet up here for a date.

“Awh come on, look how cute you are when you were small! Didn’t had the resting bitch face then” looking at the photos of him when he was around 5, rin mentally notes the places to hide your corpse nearby.

Still, you seemed to be pretty happy about his humiliation this date

“You were so cute when you were little!! You grew up to be even cuter though” you flash him a smile and with pink dusting to his cheeks rin reconsiders his plan on murdering you

maybe he’ll let it slide just this time. It’s not like anyone but you will see t-

“Oh is that you, y/n?” A familiar voice calls out and there he is, the second last person rin would like to see right now after his brother, isagi yoichi.

along with some other of his little buddies.

You wave to them, and unfortunately they don’t suddenly get hit by a truck.

“What are those?” Bachira leans in with curiosity.

“An album of baby rin! Isn’t he the cutest?”

This catches the attention of others and now everyone is gathered around the table, looking and judging the photos.

“Oh so you weren’t born like…this?” Chigiri says, emphasizing the ‘this’ with pointing at current rin

“Didn’t knew you could smile !” Bachira adds on.

It seriously takes every fiber in his body to not just throttle everybody around.

‘Not now’ he thinks ‘There’s witnesses around’ the commotion you all caused caught the eyes of others and a waitress in the corner seems to be stuck in between approaching to ask for your order or just running away.

Rin’s glare at her makes her decision easier as she hurries as far away from your table.

He eyes you as you laugh and take out even more of the pictures from your bag(he seriously wonders where you got them now, he suspects sae) despite the horrors you’re doing to him you seem genuinely happy.

honestly sometimes rin doesn’t knows why he’s dating you, but that smile of yours clears that away.

yeah, he’ll let it slide for you this time.

Can’t say the same for the others though

#I hope u like it nessa I’m out of ideas at the end </3 #blue lock #bllk #rin itoshi #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #gender neutral reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock manga #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

🩰

The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

#NIA WRITES ࿐ #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #spider man x reader

[cowboycakes]

P and Q with Johnny and Gyro? 👀

DIRTY JOHNNY AND GYRO HEADCANONS.

✰ sextapes, nudes and bedroom volume

MINORS DNI (18+) warnings: includes a gyjo scenario. modern au. sending nudes & sexting. sextapes. mentions of masturbation. praise. voice kink stuff? light exhibitionism. wc: ~500 dirty a-z headcanon list (requests closed!)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

JOHNNY:

he's too timid to send anything other than a tasteful booty pic or a mirror pic showing off his v-line with the top of his dick barely peeking out of his boxers. he might put on a lacy thong and send you a taste of it if you're lucky.

GYRO:

sends you pictures of his dick. all. the. time. he knows it's long and pretty. sometimes he'll just send you a picture of it while he's hard and laying in bed. or he'll send one of his veiny hand gripping his cock (because he knows his hands are hot, too.) or a full-body nude. or he may send a fap vid wit the sound on. no shame.

GYJO:

J & G send nudes to one another when they miss each other </3 just imagine johnny in public opening an unsuspecting snap from gyro and finding out the hard way that it wasn't just an unsuspecting snap at all. he'd rush to hide his phone screen and get all flushed and embarrassed, then he'd need to hurry to find somewhere more private to relieve himself. gyro would be shameless about getting nudes from johnny. he'd set that shit as his home screen lmao. as far as recordings go, gyro would try to convince johnny to make a sextape with him. johnny'd be a brat about it at first n make fun of gyro for even asking, but the idea would eventually grow to turn him on with some gentle persuasion from gyro."you're gonna look so pretty on camera, johnny. why don't we try it out just once, huh?"

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

JOHNNY:

super vocal. it's not necessarily on purpose, but he just can't hold it in :( he'll give you all kinds of little whimpers, whines, moans, and sobs. he'll mutter gibberish and stutter over his words when it all becomes too much. every sound he makes is gorgeous, though.

GYRO:

he's loud about praising you n he needs to let you know how good you feel. lets out a lot of low moans and grunts while he thrusts into you, getting louder as he fucks you harder. also, i wrote about it here but he slips into italian when he's about to cum <3

© cowboycakes.

note: thank you for the ask, anon. i'm so glad you wanted me to do these for them separately AND together. writing this was a treat. i know this took awhile so thank you for your patience.

#johnny joestar smut #gyro zeppeli smut #jjba smut #gyjo smut #sbr smut #gyro zeppeli x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x reader smut #steel ball run smut #johnny joestar x reader

[onlyrains]

walk you home .3

a/n: hi! i decided to make part 3 since an anon asked it and i miss write about yuken too xD this is inspired by my recent favorite arctic monkeys song, btw! enjoy!

— pairing: yuken odajima x f. reader

— t/w: mention of blood

part 1 | part 2

after the mini market incident a week ago, yuken started picking you up from school regularly. he even suggested taking different routes than yui several times so that he could walk alone with you.

you were, honestly, so confused by this situation. it felt like your encounter were became more than just mere coincidences. the first time you met him, it was by chance because yui was in a hurry and he ended up walking you home. the second meeting, you rarely went to the mini market just to get a drink, but he showed up, and even the high school Z guys were there. and from then on, it just became natural for you to be together with him after school. it surprises you how easily you've become comfortable and informal around him too.

of course, it also confused yui. she thought you were hiding something from her and she didn't stop teased you about it.

"i think you should ask him to go on a date," she said when you both were heading to the school gate where you could see yuken and sawamura were on their regular spot, chatting.

"why should i?" you replied, annoyed.

she laughed. "you need to make a move too so he'll know that the feelings are mutual,"

"you're kidding," you snorted. "what do you mean by 'feelings'? theres no feeling between me and him," you continued.

"well, why is he always pick you up then? and why are you always so giddy around him? that is so not you.” she paused. “stop denying, can't you?" she laughed and ran to sawamura, leaving you lost in thought.

"what a good day, eh?" yuken responded after he saw yui run to his best-friend with the brightest smile.

ignoring yuken, yui realized something the started to touched her boyfriend swollen cheek. "eh? what is this?"

you had just arrived there, and a deep frown appeared on your forehead as well.

"hi," yuken greeted you.

"what is that?" again, yuken was ignored.

"why is everyone ignoring me today?" he whined.

you unconsciously grabbed his chin to get a better view. there was a blood stain at the corner of his lips. "did you fight?"

"no. it's makeup." he replied, grinning.

you rolled your eyes then yui asked sawamura, "what happened?"

"it was just a casual fight, don't worry,"

"casual?" you answered him absentmindedly. you just never understood how a fight could happen in casual way?

yui held back her laughter seeing your concerned face. you couldn't hide your feelings in a moment like this and it was just too much.

she linked her arm with sawamura, “let's go, i'll treat your wounds at my house."

you looked at yuken—who's already looking at you—when yui and sawamura left both of you at the front gate, inviting so many eyes to look.

"so?" he smirks.

"what?"

"you won't treat my wound too?"

you sighed. however, you still couldn't bear to see him injured like that. "let's go," you said then he happily followed you.

"you should change your hobby, for sure,"

you could hear him chuckle behind you. "any suggestions?”

you turned your head to him. “anything but this,” you pointed his bruises while glaring at him.

he raised both of his hands to his head level. “okay, sorry for making you worry,”

you grunted. “it's not like that,”

“so you're not?” he gasped dramatically. you clicked your tongue and fast walking to your house.

your parents were never be home before you and it was also your first time bringing a guy to your house so you were so nervous and had a heavy-head.

he chuckled noticing your confusion as you two entered your house. “can i sit here?” he asked, pointing to the sofa.

you nodded once. “y-yes.” then ran to get the water and a first aid kit.

he looked at you in heart eyes—without him knowing, of course—when you returned with busy hands. he helped with the water then sat facing you.

you took a deep breath quietly before turned to him.

“it must be the first time you've cleaned someone's wounds,” he commented when you tapped a wet cloth onto his corner lip.

you glared. “i'm trying, okay,”

he chuckled. “okay.”

“it must be a very common thing for you,”

he stared at your few-inches-away face before smirking.

“don't move your mouth.” you warned him while preparing the antiseptic on a cotton bud. he watched your every single move intensely.

you tilted his chin up for easier access then began applying the cotton bud to his lip. reminder, his eyes were not leaving your face the whole time, but luckily you weren't aware of that.

“don't move your head, odajima-san,” you nagged.

“you said i can't move my mouth, not my head?”

you hissed and with a sudden burst courage, you placed your hand on the back of his neck, trying to keep his head still. at the same time, your faces were getting closer.

he was surprised but he didn't let you know. he giggled to cover it up.

“all done.” you said as you placed the cotton bud on the table and you returned to his face to make sure you’ve had all the wounds treated.

yuken still had his eyes on your half-opened lips.

“y/n,” he called.

“hm?” you stared back.

“would a kiss be too much to ask now?”

“huh?”

the next thing you knew, something squishy touching your moist lips and moving at a very slow pace.

you could feel his hands were rubbing your cheeks while he closed his eyes. it wasn't something you expected and definitely was not a bad thing either. it just made you suddenly forget how to breath and you couldn't move your body. you didn't know how to respond properly.

a few seconds later, he backed away and your body was still frozen. he wiped your wet lips with his thumb and smiled a little.

“sorry,” he said innocently.

“no,” you regained your voice. “don't be,” you continued.

he looked at you in surprised, then chuckled. “okay, i won't, baby,”

#yuken odajima #odajima yuken x reader #yuken x reader #odajima yuken #high & low fanfiction #high and low #high and low x reader #high&low #high & low the worst #high & low the worst cross #high & low x reader #high and low the worst #housen #housen academy #hnl #highandlow x reader #high & low #highandlow

[chososlittlestuttyboy]

❗️ MY BUNNY ❗️

Top!zhongli x innocent bottom!male reader

TW: ‼️names: bunny, baby boy, bunny boy, and slut‼️Smut, fluff‼️ \\if your are not comfortable smut or anything that includes s3x please click off// 🫶🏾

WRITTEN BY A MINOR DNI IF UNCOMFORTABLE

As you spot zhongli in the crowd of people, he walks up to you “Hey :NAME: would you like to go on a date?” “O-oh! Hey zhongli, And i’d love too!” You feel your face turn hot “what time?” “I was thinking 8pm”

Before you turn around to leave, zhongli gives you a peck on the lips “Z-zhongli!”

Zhongli chuckles and disappears, you basically have one hour to get ready so you hurry home, one hour later your hear a knock at your front door, your rush to the door

“hey bunny boy” zhongli puts his hands and your waist and pulls you in for a kiss

Your face turns super red, and zhongli chuckles softly “I got something for you baby boy” your eyes brighten up, as you blush. “What is it?” Your voice sounds very excited, zhongli passes you a bag “put this on” you nod and you go into the bathroom, you come out the bathroom 5 minutes later “Z-zhongli what is t-this..?”

You come out the bathroom with a maid outfit with bunny ears “fuck.. you look so good” zhongli lifts up your skirt and reveals your 5 inch cock leaking with pre-cum “Z-zhongli D-don’t look!” Zhongli kneels down and licks the tip of your cock

“nGh~! Ah!~” Zhongli sucks your cock softly, he puts a finger near your entrance

“Bunny I’m going to get you ready” Zhongli puts his finger in you softly

“Ah~!! f-fUck~!!” One minute after zhongli finishes preparing you, he pulls his 13 inch cock out and lines it up near your hole

“3…2…1” zhongli thrusts into you harshly “AH!~ Z-Zhongli!~ I-it hurts!~” your moans and zhongli’s can be heard throughout the stuffy room “P-please!~ s-slow down!!~” “I’m sorry baby boy I don’t think I can~..”

With a few more pounds, your Moans get more hitched and your cock twitches, zhongli takes this as a sign and goes faster “I-I’m going to c-cum!!~~ “cum for me you fucking slut” your back arch’s as you both cum “good boy~..”

Zhongli see that you still have tears by the side of your eyes and wipes the away with his thumb “come lay down baby boy” you lay down next to zhongli and you fall asleep in his arms “you did so well my bunny, sleep well..”

‼️GUYS BTW HE USED YOUR PRE-CUM AS LUBE😔🫶🏾

#zhongli #male reader #smutty #genahin impact #fluffy #hot as hell

[pocketofpossums]

Boat boys am I right chat?

Our Splatoon 3 hyperfixation started back up so I thought I'd combine our current hyperfixs.

Rambles under cut. ^^

The brainrot is so real, where do I even begin? Okay okay for starters, Etho is a sanitized Octoling, not he wasn't always sanitized. He was one of the Octoling's that went through the Octo Expansion levels to try to reach the Promise Land but ultimately he failed and was converted. Cut to after the events of the Octo Expansion and all the Octolings are freed and returned back to the surface.

Etho... Didn't quite adjust to living back on the surface and let's just say, being brainwashed for so long left a lasting impact. It took him YEARS before he even thought about touching turf war because of the trauma he's been through.

Joel on the other hand is your run of the mill Inkling. He holds down a steady job, participates in turf wars whenever he gets the chance, maintains his S+ rank and is always the first to invite his friends out to join him in a match.

Eventually after Etho came to terms with his trauma he started competing in turf wars and after becoming comfortable with his surrounding, started competing in ranked matches as well. That's how Joel met him.

Joel was confused at first, seeing an Octoling on the other team with blue-green skin and the way his ink maintained a green tinge around the edges despite the enemy team color being purple. That didn't stop Etho from completely mopping the floor with him during Splat Zones though. After the match was over with, Joel tried his best to meet up with the mysterious Octoling but by the time both teams were packing up to leave the site, Etho was no where to be found. Joel asked he's team mates about him but they didn't have much to say about him, said he was quiet and didn't talk much outside of greetings and light conversation but Joel continued the hunt. A few weeks would go by before their paths would cross again, in the form of a Tower Control match. This time the two were paired up on the same team. Joel tried to make conversation with Etho but he only gave quick or simple answers, sometimes responding with a shrug or two. During the match Etho shredded the opposing team from afar with his Z+F Splat Charger while Joel made quick work of them, rushing in with his Custom Splattershot JR.

After the match was finished, Joel expected Etho to disappear as soon as it was over with but was surprised to see the Octoling had stuck around to congratulate him on how well was doing on the Tower. They talked some more before finally having to part ways, with Etho stating he had to catch a train. They said their final goodbyes and before officially parting ways, Joel slipped Etho a piece of paper. Etho didn't open the slip of paper until he settled in on his train, inside was Joel's shell-phone number hurried written out in his own ink. Thus, sparking a beautiful friendship.

#reserved system #pocket full of art #digital art #Splatoon AU #Splatoon fanart #(I guess? feels right) #etho fanart #ethoslab fanart #smallishbeans fanart #joel smallishbeans #boat boys #boat boys fanart #smalletho

[willgrahamscock]

bro your bg3 images look amazing, what’s your pc set-up? i’m looking to build or buy one next year 😤❤️

Thank you!! I custom built mine, it isn’t even super new or powerful I’m planning to upgrade fully in the next year. Here’s my setup details:

AMD Ryzen 7 3rd Gen Processor

ASUS AM4 TUF GAMING X570-Plus ATX Motherboard

SAMSUNG 970 EVO M.2 2280 1TB PCIe Gen3. X4, NVMe 1.3 64L V-NAND 3-bit MLC Internal Solid State Drive

Seagate BarraCuda ST4000DM004 4TB 5400 RPM 256MB Cache SATA 6.0Gb/s 3.5" Hard Drives Bare Drive - OEM

EVGA GeForce GTX 1660 Ti SC ULTRA GAMING, 06G-P4-1667-KR, 6GB GDDR6, Dual Fan

G.SKILL Trident Z Neo (For AMD Ryzen) Series 32GB (2 x 16GB) 288-Pin

It’s pretty decent for gaming and light 3D rendering which is what I do. I don’t have any issues unless I turn on ray tracing and that is why I want to upgrade though I’m not in a big hurry because i would have to upgrade my power supply and motherboard if I want a new graphics card.

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Returning The Favor (Blue Lock)

Hi hello welcome to Squiggily's Self Indulgent Time- in which I had a severe craving for Kunigiri and decided to write it. These two make me so freaking soft and I just- words can't form for how much I love them, you know? I hope you like it! :D

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CW: Swearing, {Part 3: medical-based nightmares, panic and anxiety attacks}, mild angst

@cupcake-spice13, @myreygn

Summary: 4 times Kunigami tickled Chigiri and the one time he managed to return the favor.

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1.)

Lights flicked on overhead like a window being drawn open- a chorus of tired groans and curses followed soon after. Kunigami yawned as he sat up-running a hand through his orange bed head as he watched Team Z around him begin to wake.

It was always so interesting to him watching people wake up. You had your early risers who were up well before the lights- Kuon was gently rousing a wrinkle faced Naruhaya awake with the promise of breakfast while Isagi stood, stretching his arms out and making his back pop in a series of satisfying cracks.

Then you had those who hated mornings with a passion. Raichi was cursing up a storm, face pressed in his pillow as he struggled to wake up. Gagamaru looked positively dead, a curtain of hair blocking his violent expression as he scratched at his buttcheek.

Then there were the ones who needed help waking up. A LOT of it.

“Oi, Princess; rise and shine.” Kunigami turned to the mound of blankets beside him, red hair poking out the top like his sister’s Troll dolls. For someone so graceful when he was awake, sleeping Chigiri was a disaster. Soft snores could be heard beneath the sheets, the mound raising and falling slowly with each breath he took. It was almost hilarious how heavy Chigiri slept; the world could be ending and he’d simply turn over and keep snoring. Sometimes the guys joke about him “Only waking up after true love’s kiss”.

While Kunigami rather liked that idea, he had an even better plan of attack.

“Princess…” Kunigami crawled over, gently prying the blanket off his boyfriend.The other made a noise of quiet scorn, frowning in his sleep as he curled up further against the morning chill. “It’s time for breakfast. Hurry before there’s nothing left.”

In response, Chigiri turned over, snuggling on his back with a sleepy sigh. The ginger shook his head, unable to fight down a smile.

“Alright- you asked for it.” He grinned, eyes landing on the sliver of skin between Chigiri’s sweats. He shimmied beneath the futon.

A second or two passed. Then-

PFFFFT!

“GAH!” Chigiri let out a shocked squeal, flailing beneath the blankets at the sudden raspberry being blown against his bare skin. Immediately after he was laughing hysterically, swatting and slapping at Kunigami’s back as he struggled to escape. “STAHHAHAP! SHTHAHHAHP! I’M UP! GHEHAHAHA I’M UHUUHHUP!”

“Are you sure?” Kunigami asked against his hip, grinning when the blankets got yanked off, allowing him to see the redhead’s hot glare. “Good morning, Chi. Sleep well?”

“I was- but then a big ugly ogre showed up in my dream and tried to eat me!” Chigiri tugged at Kunigami’s sweatshirt, unsuccessful in pulling him off. “He was tall with big muscles and orange fur and smelled bad.”

“Oh, that is IT!” Kunigami mock gasped before going right back to his tickles, making the redhead squeal and fall over. “Screw the cafeteria, I’m having raspberries for breakfast!”

“AHEHAHAHHA KUNIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHI!”

~~~

2.)

“How’s your knee?” Kunigami asked, brows furrowing when Chigiri made a soft noise, rubbing at the joint. They’d been running all morning- something about “90 minute endurance” that left a lot of the guys exhausted. Chigiri naturally outpaced them all- his speed was amazing even when he wasn’t going all out.

“It’s fine..just a little sore.” Chigiri tried to smile, but he looked so tired it came off as a grimace. “I’ll do my leg care in a bit. I doubt I could make it back to the locker rooms right now even if I tried.”

“Hm.” Kunigami kept looking at him, amber eyes flicking from his expression to his knee to the main rooms. Then he stood up suddenly, squatting before the redhead.

“What are you-Whoa!” Chigiri yelped when arms tucked under his legs and back, sweeping him off his feet. “K-Kunigami, put me down!” He grabbed on to him like a startled cat, cheeks getting warm when he heard a few of the guys whistle and croon at them. “I can walk back myself!”

“Sorry- can’t let you do that.” Kunigami told him simply, ignoring the others as he began to walk back to the main rooms. “Besides, what happens if you hurt yourself on the way in?”

“I’m not a porcelain doll! I won’t break. Chigiri snapped, pissed.

“Didn’t mean it like that.” Kunigami winced, expression falling. “Sorry.”

Chigiri grew quiet as they passed the sliding doors, the sound of the AC above them the only noise. Then: “No, I’m sorry. I’m not…used to getting help.” Chigiri’s expression softened to one of remorse as he squeezed Kunigami’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Hey, that’s what heroes do.” The ginger smiled as he leaned in, kissing Chigiri’s cheek. “I don’t like how down you look. Come on- smile for me.”

“Screw you- I don’t smile when people tell me to.” Chigiri rolled his eyes, flattening his mouth. No success- the corners of his lips were twitching.

“Not even for your knight in shining armor?” Kunigami teased, the hand under Chigiri’s knee curled, fingers wiggling beneath it. “After I’ve saved you from that dastardly ogre this morning?”

“Ehehhehehehe! Nohooho, dohoohn’t you dahhah-HERO!” Chigiri squeaked, nearly falling out of Kunigami’s arms when he felt his balance shift. “Don’t I’ll fall!” 

“I’ll never let that happen.” Kunigami reassured him, effortlessly readjusting his grip. “I’ll catch you always.”

“Wow, I’m swooning.” Chigiri deadpanned, even as his cheeks warmed and he snuggled closer, resting his head against the crook of Kunigami’s neck. “Get the smelling salts, I just might faint.”

“I’ll go get Gagamaru’s gym socks.” Kunigami offered, laughing when Chigiri pinched him, disgusted.

~~~

3.)

“Hey, look at me.” Kunigami’s voice was soft and hushed, as if Chigiri would shatter at anything louder. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Chigiri would have snarked something in reply had he been able to breathe. The nightmare still played through his head over and over- a tall grotesque figure with a massive circular saw looming over him, going to cut off his leg. He could still hear the sound of that terrible machine in his ears, the gleam of it as it got closer and closer until-

“Hyoma.” The sound of his name snapped him back to reality, and he looked up with panicked eyes at Kunigami. “We’re gonna breathe together, okay? Follow my lead. Ready?” Kunigami set a pace- slow and deep. Chigiri struggled to keep up, his breathing shaky and hitching with each inhale. His vision was so blurry- was he crying or sweating? Was he even awake or was this dream Kunigami putting him under before the big chop?

“That’s it…nice and slow…” Kunigami’s hands found his. They were so warm, hot almost in Chigiri’s clammy ones. They felt so real and thick and human. Calloused and rough yet so incredibly gentle. “There we go. Just like that.”

His lungs weren’t on fire anymore. The tightness in his throat was starting to loosen. When he breathed in again, it wasn’t so hard. “H-hero?” He stammered out, barely over a whisper.

“I’ve gotcha, Princess.” There it was- the one thing that reminded him where he was. No longer in a doctor’s office wheeling to surgery- no longer in the warped hospital of his nightmare. He was in Blue Lock, the aluminum floors cold against his bare feet, the wall against his back prodding into his spine uncomfortably. He didn’t care- discomfort was reality to him. His hands weren’t trembling anymore. “There we are. Just like that.”

He didn’t know how much time passed. He honestly couldn’t remember leaving the main room. He probably fell asleep out here- or maybe he woke everyone up. It didn’t matter- Kunigami was beside him now, an arm sliding across his back and pressing him into a broad chest. He could hear Kunigami’s heartbeat racing. “I scared you..”

“No, I’m not scared.” He reassured him, the hand on his back sliding up and under his sweatshirt, pressing into bare skin. The touch was incredibly comforting. “Just worried.”

“Sorry…” Chigiri mumbled, blinking as tears slid down his cheeks. He didn’t know if they were fresh or lingering.

“Don’t.” Kunigami sounded so gentle yet firm. The hand on his back ran across his spine, fingers curling as they dragged along his skin. Any other spot Chigiri probably would have squirmed away, too ticklish for his own good. Maybe he was too drained to react, but he rather liked the feeling. “Rest. I got you.”

Chigiri hummed, closing his eyes, the feeling of Kunigami’s nails scratching his skin combined with the sound of his heartbeat was like a lullaby to him. “Thanks…Rensuke.”

If Kunigami replied, he didn’t hear it. He was already asleep.

~~~

4.)

“Say it.” Kunigami was staring at him- a new intensity in his expression. “I wanna hear it.”

“Hmm….no.” Chigiri decided, fighting down the urge to smile as he carried on blow drying his hair. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Kunigami puffed, the frown he was trying to force on his face coming off more like a pout. The effect was rather adorable- Chigiri almost gave in just for that face alone.

This was more fun, he decided.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Chi!” Kunigami scooted closer when the appliance turned off, Chigiri putting it aside as he gathered up his hair tie. "My kryptonite- the one who takes down superman!”

“I thought you liked All Might.” Chigiri hummed as he began braiding the side of his head, working the soft strands down slowly. “Does that mean I’m whatever his name is? The dry bones looking guy?”

“Oh no- you’re far too pretty to be Shigaraki.” Kunigami’s fingers came over his, taking over the task. Chigiri almost swatted him away but decided against it, letting his hands fall to his lap with a small sigh of content. “Though if I had to compare you two in personality…”

Chigiri tch’d,  reaching back and pinching Kunigami’s thigh. The ginger yelped, spasming some and accidentally tugging the redhead’s hair. Chigiri hissed in pain, his glare softening to a grumpy cat look after the hero pressed a soft kiss against his crown in apology. “I’m still not saying it.”

“What? After this beautiful job I did with your hair?” Kunigami finished the braid, tying it off and tucking it away. “What’s left of it anyway.”

Chigiri snorted, his hand running over the plait. “I’ll be thinking of it all day- really; my head still hurts.”

“Sorry- though you’re the one who decided to tickle me while I’m holding your hair.”  Kunigami pointed out, a small grin pulling at his lips at the word. “You know, now that I think about it…”

“Kunigami.” Chigiri knew that voice all too well. He went to run, but hands were already at his sides, pulling him back into a broad chest. “Don’t you dahahhahre!”

“Say it and I’ll stop.” Kunigami teased, fingers pressing into his ribs like a piano, bringing out a wide range of giggles and snorts from the redhead. “Give in, Princess~”

“Noohoohohooho wahahahahhay! I’m noohohohohohot sahhhahaying shiiihiihihihihihit!” Chigiri declared, even as he sank further, grabbing at the ginger’s wrists. “Kuhuuhuhuuhnigahahhhami, plehahahahhahse!”

“Please what?”

“Yohhoohoohu know whahahahhat!”

“Do I? What am I doing?”

“Tihiiihihihickling mehehhe-No whahahhhahahhait! Whahaaihiihiihihihit!” Chigiri squealed when a hand slid to his belly, clawing at the center while the other carried on prodding his ribs. “Nohooohoho doohoohohohohon’t!”

“Which is it? First you’re asking me to wait, and then you’re asking me to please keep tickling you!” Kunigami mock argued, giving Chigiri’s knees a friendly squeeze and earning a whole array of cackling laughter. “Such a demanding princess- make up your mind!”

“AHEHAHHAHAHA!” Chigiri squeaked out a whine, face hidden in his hands as he tried to curl up and away. His ears were as red as his hair, cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling. “KUUUHUHUHUHUNIGAHAHHAAMIHIHIHIHI!”

“You know what I want to hear.” Kunigami smirked.

“FIHIHIHIHNE, FIHIIHIHNE! AHEHAHHAHAHA- RENSUHUHUUHKE!” He cried, gasping for breath when the tickling finally came to an end. Kunigami looked pleased, his face warmed and lightly flushed. “Ahehehe…hehhehehe….hahahappy now?”

“With you? Always.” Kunigami grinned, deeping Chigiri’s own blush significantly. “Hey.” He reached out, brushing his hair out of his face gently. “I love you, Hyoma.”

“Ugh, you’re tehherible!” Chigiri covered his face, suddenly shy. Eventually, he moved his hands, sitting up some so he could properly face the other. “I love you too…Rensuke.”

Kunigami’s heart swelled three times its size.

~~~

5.)

“Ugh, my back…” Kunigami groaned as he stretched, wincing when the muscles along his spine screamed at him. “I’m too young to have these problems- what the hell?”

“Pfft- old man.” Chigiri teased, squeaking when Kunigami’s sweatshirt hit him dead on. “Ew, hero sweat.”

“Drink it, it’ll give you superpowers.” The ginger grinned, cackling when Chigiri practically flung the garment away, grimacing. “What, don’t wanna be my Mrs. Incredible?”

“Watch yourself.” Chigiri rolled his eyes, his teasing smirk dropping some when Kunigami flinched. “You okay?”

“Yeah- my lower back is just being loud.” Kunigami sighed, rubbing it with one hand. He knew he shouldn’t have overdone it working out- he could feel the beginnings of strain settling in halfway through his routine. Reo even told him to rest, but he was so confident he could handle it.

“Lay down on your stomach.” Chigiri ordered, earning a raised brow.

“Huh?”

“Lay down on your stomach.” He said again, gesturing to the single bed. “I’ll give you a massage.”

Kunigami’s brows raised, a twinge of both eagerness and reluctance swirling in his chest. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” Chigiri shrugged, flapping his hand at the bed impatiently. “You’ve always helped me out when I needed it- I want to do the same for you.”

Kunigami looked at the bed and back at the redhead. Then he laughed, reaching out and pulling Chigiri in his arms, squeezing him gently. “You always help me too. Thanks, Chi. I appreciate it.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” Chigiri mumbled against his chest, his arms coming around to hug him back. “Now-get in the bed before I change my mind.”

“Pfft- alright, I’m going. So demanding…” Kunigami laughed, doing just so. He heard Chigiri shuffle behind him as he got comfortable, the weight of his boyfriend soon following as he straddled his legs. “Ever massaged someone before?”

“Nope- but I’ve watched enough youtube videos on it- surely I can figure it out.” He cracked his knuckles, flushing some at the raised eyebrow Kunigami gave him over his shoulder. “Shush.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrow is as loud as your back.”

“Were they shirtless guys?”

“Ugh, nevermind. Suffer.” Chigiri huffed, starting to get off. Kunigami laughed, reaching out and catching his hand, making him pause.

“Wait, wahahait- okay for real. I’ll be quiet.” He promised, kissing Chigiri’s knuckles.

The redhead rolled his eyes, face still flushed. Then he sat back against Kunigami’s thighs, tapping his hands against his back. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” Then the hands tapping began to knead, pushing deep and slow.

At first it hurt like absolute hell. Then the relief followed, spreading with the pain across the nerve endings of his back and making the ginger groan.

“Feels good?” Chigiri sounded highly amused.

“Don’t stop- please.” Kunigami sighed. He could feel Chigiri swell with pride above him, the hands pressing into his back growing more confident. He felt himself start to fade out from just how relaxed it made him feel.

Until those little hands strayed close to the back of his ribs.

“Hmm! Careful now.” Kunigami twitched, spasming some. Chigiri paused, then those hands did it again, this time the touch even lighter. Giggles climbed up the hero’s throat, pressing against the back of his teeth. “C-Chi!”

“Ticklish, hero?” Oh that tone- he should have known this was bound to happen. Chigiri’s fingers curled even more, his nails skittering over the bare skin along his ribs. That did it- Kunigami arched with a cackle, feet kicking up behind him as he squirmed. “Good. After all the tickling you do to me, it’s about time I return the favor.”

“Chihihihiihi! Ahehahahhahahaha! Chiihihihigihihihihiri, plehahhahahahashe!” Kunigami tittered, fists clutching the sheets of the bed as he struggled not to flail. Those devious nails- they skittered and traced from the edges of his bottom ribs to the center of his armpits, pressing in occasionally just to get a snort. Sometimes they’d skitter up to his neck, making Kunigami scrunch and giggle. “Stahhahahahp, whahahhhat aboohoohout my mahhahhahahahsahahahhage?”

“This is the massage- a tickle massage.” Chigiri giggled, dropping one hand so he could prod at his belly, earning a loud squeal. “Oo, bad spot? Good to know.”

“HEHEHHEHEHHEYOHOHOHOHOMA!” Kunigami cackled, unable to hold still when Chigiri brought both hands to his belly, dancing his nails along the softer parts of his abs. “PLAHAHAHAHSE IT TIHIIHIIHICKLES TOOHOHOHOHOH MUCH!”

“Good. That’s the point, Rensuke.” The redhead rested his head against Kunigami’s back, giggling along within him. “You know- I was reading this new manga. Apparently the big source of energy for the characters is riiiiiiiiight here.” He wiggled his fingers right along the center of Kunigami’s belly, poking at his belly button. “Tao or something, you know?”

Kunigami didn’t know- for at that moment he let out a loud unadulterated squeal before finally having enough. Using all his strength, he flipped. Chigiri yelped as he went flying, nearly falling off the bed before Kunigami caught him, pulling him into his chest. Hands grabbed his wrists, keeping them up and away from his belly. “Thehehehre! Thehrehehehere…no more tihihihkckling.”

Chigiri looked a little dazed, recentering himself. Then he was grinning, and then he was laughing, face against Kunigami’s chest as the reaction settled between them. “Pfft-Geahhahahahaha! What kind of noise was thahahahhaht?”

Kunigami tried to be mad, but it wasn’t long before he was laughing just as much, supporting Chigiri’s neck as he pulled him closer, rolling them so they were lying side by side. “Shush- you squeal louder than me. That was just eh…defense mechanism.”

Chigiri howled at that, his voice nearly breaking from how hard he laughed. By the time they settled down, his eyes were misty, snorts breaking up his huffs of mirth. Kunigami doubted he looked much better- his belly held that comfortable ache from laughing too much, his heart pounding a mile a minute. “Oh god…oh my god, I fucking love you.”

“Heh, I love you too.” Kunigami smiled, reaching out as he brushed Chigiri’s hair out of his face. His eyes flicked to his lips, a silent request. Chigiri smiled before leaning up, taking his lips within his own.

“Want me to finish your massage?” Chigiri asked a tad breathlessly as they pulled away. 

“Nah. I like this more.” Kunigami grinned, taking his boyfriend’s chin in hand before kissing again and again.

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Ohhhhh do I have a prompt for you ;)

Z-dog and f!human are in the recom quarters cuddling thinking they will have at least a couple hours of peace and quiet when unexpectedly some of them come back (I was thinking Lyle, Quaritch, Mansk and Spider, but it’s up to you). All that I will say is: teasing and funny shenanigans

Flustered - Part 4

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I am soooooooooooo excited! Also, dear shenanigans anon, they will be cuddling. Along with some other things. Ehehe. I hope that's alright. Minors, avert your eyes between the gifs later on!! Thanks. <3

Some things to know: For plot convenience, how I picture the recom quarters is a kind of double ventilation system. So at night they can switch the vents and don't have to wear masks while they sleep, but during the day, there's a way to seal it so that humans can come in and collect the laundry/ drop off food, bedding or whatever. Alsoooo it's a bit easier for Y/N to kiss Alicia without a mask on. 👀

Second: Y/N is wearing a dress in this one. Apologies if you're not a dress girly, I just had this picture in my brain as soon as I got this ask.

You threw back your head, laughing. Alicia had just made the silliest face, imitating Quaritch and now you two were wheezing and falling into each other. She took a quick breath from her mask as soon as she was calm enough and smiled down at you. You cuddled into her side and her eyes fluttered shut. She wrapped an arm around you, squeezing your hip.

You were having a sort of picnic in the recom quarters. Sitting in the corner near her bed, you chatted and shared snacks and drinks, giggling into the afternoon. The other recoms were all out for the day, busy doing things for work or just being outside. She had showed up outside your room a few hours ago, basket in hand.

"I'm stealing you today. Let's go."

You frowned, looking down at your sweatpants you'd spent the morning in. "But.. I want to change clothes."

"It's alright, you don't have to. I love the way you-"

You yanked on her arm, pulling her into the room. "I'm changing. Sit and don't look." She obediently sat and covered her eyes, sprawled on your tiny bed.

You hurried around your room, searching for the perfect thing. Aha! There it is. You grinned with excitement and changed quickly, followed by a quick adjustment to your hair and slid your flats on. "Okay. I'm ready."

She opened her eyes, blinking to adjust and then her mouth popped open. You had chosen a purple dress, similar to the color of the crystal she had brought you. It was off the shoulder, flowy and ending around your knees, with a bow tied across the back. You spun, enjoying the attention and she leapt up, picking you up and kissing you sweetly on the mouth. It was less awkward than your first kiss had been, but you guys were still working out the best way with such a staggering height difference.

You came back to the present, feeling her hand on your knee, fingers tracing small circles. Her touch made you shiver and you crawled into her lap. Her face slackened, eyes locked on you. She held your hips so carefully, fingers wrapped around you to graze the skin at the opening on the back of your dress.

You stood up, breasts brushing right underneath her neck and she tried to focus on you instead of pressing her face into them, but she could barely hold back. "I'd like to try something," you whispered.

"Anything," she gulped. "I'm yours."

You smiled fondly at her, kissing her on her forehead. She held you close as you swayed together for a moment. When you pulled away, you held onto her hand and tugged her with you. There was a thin curtain separating each bed to give the recoms privacy and you pulled it back, going to hers. She tugged it closed behind her, trembling eagerly.

You laid down on your back on her bed, reaching both hands for her until she came to sit beside you. Her heart was racing and her cheeks flushed that familiar purple you had come to adore.

"I don't want to hurt you," she murmured.

You sat up, putting a hand over her heart and gave her a gentle smile. "You won't."

She followed you down, resting on top of you.

It was a bit uncomfortable for a moment until you spread your legs open and she settled between them. A flush had come over your cheeks as well. You reached for her shoulders and pulled her down, lips meeting yours in a fevered kiss. You smiled, feeling her echo it and kissed her a bit harder, nipping at her lip. She growled quietly and ducked her head under your jaw, nuzzling at the sensitive skin.

You could barely keep from writhing underneath her as she kissed softly, gently tugging your earlobe with her teeth. Her hands cradled you and she propped up on her elbows. She pulled back, breathing hard and pressed her forehead to yours. "Are you sure about this? We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. Plus," she paused and wiggled her fingers, "I'm still nervous I'm going to hurt you."

You burst into a laughter heightened by your aroused state. "I want to be close to you. If you aren't ready, that's okay. If you don't want me that way, that's okay too."

"No no no do not say things like that. I know you're being kind, but you have to know that I absolutely crave you and have desired you since the moment you walked into that office."

Your eyes widened and you covered your face, unnerved by the intensity of her words. She gently pried your hands away. "Don't get shy on me now, angel." A wolfish grin appeared on her face and your heart fluttered, your hands grabbing at her for another kiss.

She came down with a renewed zeal, biting harder at your neck, gently sucking. Shit, there would definitely be hickeys tomorrow, you started wondering if you had a scarf or high-necked blouse that would cover it when you felt her slow. "I can hear your mind drifting. Come back to me." She bumped her nose against yours.

"Sorry, darling." You frowned at her, a bit embarrassed.

She smiled affectionately nuzzling your cheeks. "You're okay. Your brain is one of the things I love most about you. But these... They're definitely the toughest competitor. She palmed your breasts through your dress. You hadn't worn a bra today and were thankful, loving the way her eyes caressed your body and needing more of it.

She reached underneath you and untied your dress. You gasped as your breasts were exposed to the colder air, nipples peaked. She groaned, her head lifting and exposing her neck. You pulled her down, offering soft bites and marks of your own on her skin. She melted into your arms, gently grinding against you.

As she moved lower in the bed, she leaned closer, gently sucking on a nipple and rubbing the other with a thumb. You whimpered softly, music to her ears. She continued fervently and switched breasts, giving each equal attention. You squirmed underneath her and she pinned your hip down with a hand. "Stop. Moving." She looked up at you through a predator's gaze and it was all you could do to give her a weak nod. Your body was putty in her hands and her simple touches were enough to drive you wild.

Her hand drifted lower on your hip, trailing down your leg. She gently rubbed your foot, then trailed her fingers up, stopping at your knee to squeeze and meet your eyes. Her body was humming with anticipation as she tilted her head, asking permission. You nodded and gripped her bicep, squeezing it and holding onto her.

She leaned down again, nose pressed to your sternum, inhaling your scent, hearing the beat of your heart. Her fingers drifted higher and higher until her head snapped up. You moaned, feeling her fingers moving around so close to where you needed her. She gently grabbed your chin, sitting up a bit more on her heels. "No panties. Were you planning to seduce me today, naughty girl?"

You flushed harder, feeling a tremor through your body. Breathless, you said, "It wasn't a plan, more of a hope."

She shook her head and laughed quietly. "Your hopes are mine sweet girl."

Her fingers found your entrance and gently prodded. Your legs opened wider for her and she pushed gently, murmuring, "You're already so wet for me, angel." She pushed a single finger into you and you gripped her tightly, eyes meeting hers. "It's alright," she soothed. "You can do it. You're so beautiful, my girl. Do you want another?" You nodded eagerly as she readied to push another finger in. You cried out, tears leaking from your eyes which she promptly kissed away. She finally pushed both fingers fully in and lingered, giving you a moment to calm.

When you nodded again, leaning your cheek against her forearm, she made a gentle scissoring motion and you breathed harder. She curled her fingers slightly and rubbed them against your inner walls, so intensely focused on you. She moved further to the end of the bed and grabbed your hip, fingers still inside and pulled you to the edge of the bed as she knelt between your legs. she helped you raise your legs over her shoulders and cross them behind her head, purring at the warmth between your thighs.

Her mouth met your core and her tongue flicked against you, tasting you. You both moaned at the same time, her husky voice making every fiber of your body tingle. She spread you wider and rubbed her nose against your clit. Inhaling your scent she groaned, pulling back to savor every detail of you. Gripping the sheets, your pink-tinged face tilted up, mouth open in a soft 'o'. Your breasts and budded nipples, your soft stomach she wanted to kiss, she felt a wetness between her thighs that mirrored yours.

You whined and her eyes darted to your face. "Impatient, are we?"

You fought a grin off your face, feeling your heart flutter with adoration. She returned it, resting a cheek against your thigh before her lips curled impishly at the ends and she curled her fingers again to draw another moan from you. Her tongue met your clit and you trembled, legs quivering around her head. She held your thigh firmly with her free hand and scraped a fang against it, biting your leg and leaving a mark.

You squeezed your thighs around her head and brought her closer, her tongue returning back to where you wanted It most. Her fingers pumped, running her tongue over your clit again and again. Her fingers filled you over and over and when you finally came around them, she huffed and dug her other hand into your hip, pressing hard enough to leave bruises. She waited until you stopped clenching around her and carefully pulled her fingers out, smiling down at you.

She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time. Your whole body shook, coming down from your high and she quickly kissed the marks she had left on you and adjusted your dress, tying it in the back, and pulled the blanket over you.

You turned to her saying, "But, I want to-"

She put a gentle finger across your lips before kissing them softly. "But nothing. I enjoyed making you feel good and anything else can come later." She winked and laid down behind you, pulled the blanket up to your waist, curling up around you. She bent an arm and rested her cheek against her bicep and put the other hand across your chest, pulling you against her. You dozed lightly and felt her body relax behind yours.

~~~

"Oh. My. God."

"Shhh! Don't say anything. Just turn around and leave."

"But-"

"Shut. Up."

Your eyes fluttered open and you felt Alicia's body already tensed behind you. Glancing up, your heart dropped in your stomach as you saw four bodies standing in front of you. The curtain was pulled back. Lyle, Mansk, Quaritch, and even Spider were standing there gawking.

Mansk's shades were pushed up onto his head, his eyes wide, nostrils flaring. He froze and turned around, arms filled with grilling tools as he sped away out of the recom quarters. Lyle looked after him and cackled as he turned back around. He sniffed deeply, eyes roving over your body. "Interesting," he murmured. "Smells like-" Alicia sat up behind you, hissing at him and baring her fangs.

You were jostled by her sudden movement and pushed up with both arms, locking eyes with Quaritch at the same time you realized he could see right down your dress. He quickly smacked his hand across Spider's face to shield his eyes, accidentally knocking him back. Quaritch tossed the kid over his shoulder and walked quickly out of the room.

Only Lyle stood there, guffawing so hard he could barely breathe. He took a breath from his mask and said, "You're real cute, I'll see you when you get tired of this one."

Alicia jumped from the bed and sprinted after him as he ran around the room. He tripped over a pair of boots and rolled as she pounced, landing on top of him. She whipped her knife out, pointing it to his chest. "If you ever think to say something like that again, don't. I will gut you."

"Oooh, don't tempt me with a good time."

She rolled her eyes and got off of him, yanking him up with her. She shoved him toward the door. "Get out of here, dumbass."

He skipped out the door and singing, "Y/N and Z-dog sittin' in a tree.."

She made her way back over to her bed, pulling the curtain closed again. She took in your disheveled appearance. Hair mussed, lips swollen and face flushed. "Damn. This isn't fair. How do you look so good right now??"

She took a deep breath from the mask beside the bed and laid down next to you, resting her head on your torso. "I'm so sorry for those goons. We'll probably pay for that later."

You wrapped your arms around her and held her close. "Oh, well. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It was.. pretty attractive the way you were threatening him, though.

She propped herself up with an elbow, smirking down at you. "Yeah, you liked that?" She grinned at your nod and bent down peppering your face with kisses and purring contentedly at the giggles that burst from your lips. "You are too. damn. cute."

She snuggled down beside you, pulling the blanket back over the two of you, holding you as you drifted back to sleep.

***

Thank you for reading! Shenanigans will continue in Part 5~

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[favorvn]

(I'm sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language) (*/ω＼) Hi, yesterday I found out about Favor and fell in love with your game. First of all, for her artistic style - it's damn beautiful, Z is both frightening, but at the same time admires and attracts (both his hair and horns ~ and I want to touch them). The fact that I can't see his eyes, but I've seen hints of what they look like (I've managed to read your entire Tumblr several times) makes my imagination work like never before! Secondly, for references to real religion. I am practically not interested in this, and my knowledge is extremely superficial, but if I understood and remembered everything correctly, then the fact that you did not invent (to some extent) any fictional religion in the universe of the game (I have absolutely nothing against this), but turned to an existing religion, causes me to repeat the admiration. I have so many questions about the game, but in order not to drag out an already long message, I will ask only some of them (I hope you don't mind). 1) Will you see angels in this game? 2) You mentioned that if Z does not find the means to immortality for Y/N, then he will simply seduce him (her) so that he goes to hell, to him. What would Y/N's "life" in hell be like? (if it's not spoilers) 3) Referring to your mentions described above, it became interesting to me. Let's say Z has found a means to immortality, but Y/N is against it? What if he (she) wants to live an ordinary human life and, when the time comes, die? Will he try to convince you/N to become immortal, or will he do everything without his (her) consent? 4) Given how old Z is, how many human languages does he know? I apologize if my questions turned out to be stupid or strange. And I apologize if my words may have seemed rude, I assure you, not a single word of mine had a non-native meaning. Many thanks for the amazing game from one of the first (I believe) fans in the CIS. I am looking forward to the release of the continuation of the story! (I speak without pressure and attempts to hurry up somehow). Please take good care of your physical and mental health! (⌒▽⌒)☆

(Oh, and also taking this opportunity, I congratulate you and Z on Valentine's Day! (*^.^*))

Thank you SO much for the detailed and thoughtful message, I'm sure this took forever to write, but I am so touched 🥰!

I will say about religion: In the game, I mainly use ideas from Christianity/ Catholicism/Judaism/Islam ect as a base, I try to take common aspects and common and contrasting ideas that cross amongst monotheistic religions. A lot of the topics in this game surrounding religion or religious ideas and values are thoughts I tend to wonder about often. Religion is a contentious topic, so I do want to say that whatever the game is saying or asking doesn't mean it's right or accurate to everyone, it is just my personal creation at the end of the day.

And when we get to that point in the game, I am definitely interested in hearing what others have to say.

But onto your questions:

1. Yes

2. I would imagine Z would take care of MC and show them the ropes. Z would make sure MC didn't get recruited into any demon armies so they could stick around him all of the time and not have to be around other demons. - I don't plan to get to this point in the game, so it's kinda up to interpretation.

3. Z would do everything in their power to win over MC either immortality or to hell with him. If MC ends up in Heaven, Z would essentially be separated from MC and Z isn't willing to risk that outcome.

4. Z knows a few human languages, but mainly old ones (as he only really interacted with humans long ago). He just recently picked up English (from his 20 movies, some video games, and fellow demons). Z is a fast learner, thankfully because he has a lot to learn about the human world.

Your questions aren't stupid! Thank you SO much for taking the time to read everything and then ask them 🥰💕 It really made me happy! I'm happy to have a fan in the CIS (I actually have plans for a slavic character in the future!) Thank you again for your time and care into these questions!

#favorvn #favor asks #yanderevn #male yandere #🗡️z #visual novel #yandere male #dating sim #yandere visual novel #favor vn

[aanylah-101]

Zdinarsk Headcanons

Ok so- I was watching AWOTW on my Macbook again when I really paid attention to Zdinarsk. 

I feel like Zdinarsk was a lot more gentle with Tuk than the other recoms, yeah yeah Tuk is a baby and she's more fragile and younger but still Zdinarsk didn't have to be so patient.

*THE FACTS;

At the point where Zdinarsk is fighting and shooting at Neytiri Z is still holding Tuk back from running away but just like Lo'ak Tuk bites Z's arm until she lets go of her. 

Zdinarsk says "AH YOU LITTLE SHIT" and also while Tuk & Lo'ak are running away Z tries to grab Tuk again saying "Get back here!"

This had me thinking like "Oh no she doesn't like kids-" 

BUT NO

When the kids got captured in the net you can see Zdinarsk In the back putting whatever weapon she had away and quickly tended to Tuk first because she KNEW they would rock her shit 

Tuk threatened to attack her with her baby knife when Z gently grabbed her arm telling her to "Drop the knife, drop it!" 

Notice how she softly shakes at her wrist to her hand to get her to drop It, you may think she's being rough because Tuk is throwing a tantrum but kids are just like that.

When spider runs down to stop them from hurting Lo'ak you can see in the back that Zdinarsk is lifting her up to turn her around. Yes, she swings her but that's not being rough. She places her on the ground gently while saying "Down" 

ZDINARSK IS OFF SCREEN AT THIS SCENE When Quaritch is getting off his ikran you can hear Zdinarsk In the back saying "Shut- down!, shut up, be quiet" She does mess up on her words but you can comprehend what she's saying and doing nonetheless

When Quaritch says "Cuff 'em to the rail. All of 'em" Zdinarsk gets up and has a bit of force in bringing Tuk up as well, she brings her to her side so she won't have any trouble walking with her. She says "Let's go, Move!" 

A more known scene is Zdinarsk saying "Watch 'em, They bite" a little throwback to when Tuk bit her in the mid-beginning of the movie. Yes, Tuk is screaming and throwing a fit, not to mention going limp as well. She drops to her knees while in front of the rail.

This is my favorite part <3 // Zdinarsk says such In a motherly tone "Give me your hand"

SHE DOESN'T WANNA HURT HERRR SHE LIKES KIDS AHHHHH

Tuk openly said "No!" afterward, she gently EVER so gently puts the clip on her hand then says, "Now the other" she does say this is a more annoyed tone but still soft 

Visibly, while clipping her hands to the rail Tuk once again openly says "No!" 

In the scene where Quaritch threw Tysireya into the water she looked up and saw Quaritch throw Tuk to Zdinarsk while doing so, she said "I got her" I found that so sweet. 

*THE HEADCANONS;

I feel like Z is great with kids but the kids would get on her nerves honestly, i know it was a tense moment because of the shooting & stuff and also how she trys her best to be patient she is awesome with younger little shits <3

The other recoms didn't put away their weapons, they used them to scare the kids but Z puts hers away when hurrying to get Tuk first. She shuffles to get her out of the rope and shakes her hand to get her to drop the knife. The other recoms nearly break the kids arms to get them to drop their knives.

Back to what I was saying about how kids can get on Z's last nerve you can hear her off screen telling Tuk to get down or to shut up. It would have been cute instead of her saying "Shut up" she said "Hush" Instead lol. It is cute how she she's giving Tuk commands though "Down" "shut up" all that junk lmao.

SHE WAS SO GENTLE WHEN CUFFING HER TO THE RAIL 💘😖 She can be heard telling Tuk "Give me your hand" she doesn't sound aggressive at all!

I feel like If Z could she would keep Tuk away from anyone else saying things like "I got her" "Give her to me" she knows they would hurt poor little Tuk <3

+Bonus; I like to think that after the whole mini battle Walker helped bandage Zdinarsk up from Tuk's vicious bite. Definitely girl pals <333

Welp, that's all! Hope you enjoyed, Bye Angels! 🕊🤍 @dyingofcookies

#zdinarsk #Z-dog #tuktirey #Tuk #Lo'ak #Headcanons #Zdinarsk is mother material

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

“Hurry up, Robaire, the tour bus will be ready any minute.” Z called from across the hotel lobby.

“Calm down, man.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “You’re not gonna leave without me.”

“How unfortunate…” Z grumbled.

Robaire turned around to move his dozens of suitcases from the luggage cart and juggle them in his arms when he dropped the smallest one. He knelt to pick it up, but a delicate hand beat him to it.

“Hey.” A pretty girl smiled as she handed him back the suitcase.

“H—” Robaire looked her up and down. “Hey…”

“Wow, it doesn’t take much to get you flustered.” The girl giggled. “The name’s Janelle. I saw you leaving the bar with your friend the other night and thought you were cute. I didn’t think we’d get the chance to talk, but I guess it’s fate that we met again.”

Robaire blushed. “I’m really flattered, but I’m actually not from around here. I’m supposed to be heading out soon to continue touring with my band.”

“Ooh, pretty and you’re in a band?” Janelle wrapped her arms around him. “What instrument do you play? I happen to find singers very attractive.”

“I’m a singer.” Robaire answered a little too quickly with a crack in his voice. “I’m actually the lead singer of 4☆TOWN. Maybe you’ve heard of us?”

Janelle paused. “Oh. I think I have.” She smiled brightly. “I was wondering why you and your friend looked so familiar. I guess now I know for sure that you’ve got a great set of pipes.” She leaned in closer.

Robaire started laughing nervously. “Uh, listen, Janelle, I can’t say I’m not interested cuz I definitely am, but—”

“I’m not from here, either.” Janelle cut him off. “I’m from LA, but I’m here on vacation with my family.”

“Oh really?” Robaire grinned.

“Try not to sound so disappointed.” Janelle smirked. “So I’m guessing this tour’s only just beginning?”

“Yeah, we’ve still got five weeks to go and a lot of country left to see.” Robaire sighed. “But I’d totally give you a call once we’re all back in California. If you’re willing to wait that long, of course.”

“I’d be out of my mind not to take my chance with a guy as hot as you.” Janelle said as she wrote her number along his arm. “I’ll be back in LA by next week in case you can’t wait to hear from me before your tour is over.” She winked.

Robaire blushed so hard, steam might as well have come from his ears. “I’ll most definitely be calling you next week then.”

“Good to hear.” Janelle leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Until next time.” She strutted off.

Robaire watched her walk with wide eyes. “Woy mon dieu, I cannot believe that just happened…” He turned around. “Anyway, is the bus ready, guys?”

The other members were staring at him with wide eyes and jaws dropped.

“What?” Robaire asked in confusion. “I thought that was a reasonable question.”

They all continued to stare in shock.

“Come along, boys.” Courtney waved them along as she walked by. “DC is waiting.” She stopped in her tracks when she noticed them. “Oh no, not again.”

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town robaire #4town z #4town jesse #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie