#my friend and I are to the point we want to keep custom card decks for personally made characters

[bradleyfuckingbradshaw]

Bad Liar 

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Summary: You work at The Hard Deck beach bar and Rooster’s developed a huge crush on you. So, with his friends’ help, he finds out what your favorite song is just so he can learn it on the piano and get your attention by playing and singing it at the top of his lungs one night.

Summary is courtesy of @theartofimagining13 and requested by @americaarse

"Who is that?" Rooster tips his head slightly to peer over the top of his sunglasses as he takes you in. Your smile, your hair, your body. It's enough to make a grown man fall to his knees in prayer.

"That's Y/N," Payback says, taking a swig from his almost empty beer.

"The new bartender," Coyote chimes in with a smirk that makes Rooster want to smack it right off his face. His possessiveness surprises him but can anyone really blame him? Look at you. You're breathtaking, and Rooster has a feeling, you know exactly what kind of effect you have on the customers of the Hard Deck bar.

"You look like you need a new one," Rooster says, looking over at Payback. It's the perfect excuse to approach the bar, and just as Rooster prepares the kind of smile that normally makes people swoon, you spin around to attend to another customer. He waits patiently but by the time, you've managed to serve pretty much everyone except him, he's getting a little tired of waiting.

"Could I get a couple of beers," he says loudly, flashing his pearly whites. You take one look at him, roll your eyes and grab three beers from the fridge underneath the bar top.

"One more," he requests, adding, "please."

"You've got a tab or do you want to pay now?" you ask and for the first time, he gets to properly look at your face. Your eyes reminds him of a stormy day on the beach, and he knows right then and there that he'll never be able to let you go.

"You can put it on my tab," he grins but you just scoff.

"I'll need a name and card for a tab," you inform him, and he puffs out his chest just a little. So sure you'll feel your knees get a little weak when he tells you.

"Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. I'm a naval aviator for the United States. But you can call me Rooster."

"Why, gee. Are we keeping such fine company tonight? You hear that, Penny. We've got a naval aviator in tonight," you smile sarcastically, and Rooster can't help but enjoy the sight of you. His cheeks burn when he realises that obviously you're used to dealing with pilots. But he's up for the challenge.

"Thanks for the beers," he says, winking before turning around and rejoining the rest of the pilots.

And after that, Rooster makes it a point to come to the bar anytime you have a shift. It's not hard to figure out that you're there Thursday, Friday and you close up on Sundays. Rooster finds Sunday's the easiest to get your attention. Fewer people to contend with despite his very obvious attempts to flirt with you.

"I'm going to crack you one day, you know." That's what he tells you, and you just laugh at him. You actually laugh at him. To be honest, Rooster never imagined that he'd fall hopelessly in love with the one person who seems inclined to never even consider him that way, but something about your smile tells him that you enjoy this little game of yours.

"Favorite song? Come on, you can give me at least that," he requests but once again, you just ignore him. You're not making this easy for him, but Rooster is a creative guy. Especially, when Penny tells him on a Wednesday where you're not there.

"Walking in Memphis."

"What?" Rooster asks. He hadn't even meant to show up today, because he knew you wouldn't be here, but somehow he still found himself sitting by the piano.

"You asked Y/N about their favorite song. It's Walking in Memphis. Do what you want with that information." And Rooster definitely does. One week and he's playing it almost perfectly. When he debuts it on a Friday night, it's perfect.

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Friday rolls around, and you can't help but wonder whether Bradley will make an appearance once again tonight. So far, he hasn't missed a single shift of yours. And as much as you want to pretend that he's just another pilot running up a tab at the bar, you still get butterflies at the thought of seeing him tonight. You've grown quite fond of your little banter.

"Hey Penny," you smile, tying an apron around your waist before entering the bar area. It's not even five o'clock, and already the bar is packed. You won't admit the giddy feeling when you see Rooster enter only moments to anyone.

"Y/N," he greets, tipping an invisible hat in your direction. It's a busy night, and you hardly have time to think. You're on autopilot as people throw orders at you, and at first you don't realize what he's playing on the piano. But when he reaches the chorus, he sings it at the top of his lungs, and your brain finally picks up on the song. You're not even surprised, when you look over and he's already looking straight at you. Even if you wanted to, there's no hiding the smile plastered on your face. You have no idea how he found out what your favorite song is, but it just might be one of the sweetest things a guy has ever done for you. But it's a busy night, and you have no time to talk to him after his performance. You notice that he stays though. Even when the rest of his group scatters, he stays behind.

"When do you get off?" he asks, once it's finally quieted down. There are still a few regulars sipping on the last beer of the night, but the bar is closed for new orders by now.

"In an hour. And then I'm going straight home to sleep." It's almost three in the morning, and you have to appreciate his resilience. You know he has to be ready for training in a couple of hours despite it being a Saturday, and still he's at the bar waiting for you.

"Want me to walk you home?" he asks but this time, there's something different about the way he's asking. He's already asked you this question a million times, and every time you've playfully denied his request. Tonight though, he's looking at you and there's no playful banter in his eyes.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" There's no denying the fact that you're attracted to him, but you're not some conquest. You want the real deal, and now that's he's looking at you like that, you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Do you?" Yes. No. Maybe. You know exactly what's going happen, if he walks you home. But you're not sure you're ready for that.

"Honestly? No." You watch as his face falls. The first time he's seemed bothered by you rejecting him, and it kills you. Your heart is screaming at you to say something, but you're frozen in place.

"Then I should probably get going." When he reaches the door, you finally find your voice and call out: "I'm not inviting you inside."

"What?" he laughs a little confused.

"You can walk me home, but you're not getting invited in." He walks back to the bar and sits down on of the tall chairs.

"Okay."

Obviously, he gets invited in.

#bradley bradshaw blurb #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster x you #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #top gun fic #top gun blurb #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun 2 #top gun fanfiction

[silens-oro]

WIP Wednesday

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x f!Reader

AN: Here is an excerpt from the first part of my Hangman series titled Vertigo that I will be posting relatively soon 😌

Content Warning: Mentions of sex, nothing graphic.

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“Can I get four Buds, sweetheart?” Hangman flashed you his signature dazzling smile with the request. You had to hand it to yourself; the amount of self restraint you were displaying by not immediately launching yourself over the bar and strangling the bastard at just the mere sight of Jake’s stupid, stupid face was something you didn’t even know you possessed. The fact that he felt like he could just waltz back into The Hard Deck like he didn’t play the long con to inevitably hump and dump you before disappearing for six months without a courtesy “have a nice life” nearly set you over the edge.

To anyone else in the bar, Hangman’s team excluded after witnessing it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have thought either of you were interested in one another. Of course there was the usual flirting found in this type of establishment; you flirted for better tips and Jake flirted with anything that had tits and walked on two legs.

You -not once in your entire adult life- had ever given guys like Jake Seresin the time of day -and for good reason. What changed for you to go back on your own ground rules? I’m sure you could take a wild guess.

The phrase ‘opposites attract’ was so clichéd, and you hated to think on it a second longer than you needed to, but that’s exactly what your “relationship”with Jake was. It started out with friendly teasing while he spent his free time in the bar, and that slipped into more intimate banter, which then moved on to Jake slipping into you…

It was a slippery slope.

“What can I get you?” You asked the patron to the right of Hangman, completely ignoring the pilot. The customer shifted his eyes between the two of you, clearly feeling the growing tension, and cleared his throat before ordering a couple of drafts.

“$12 even,” Setting the glasses on the bar top with a smile, you offered to start a tab for him. The man nodded and handed his card over before scurrying off to his friends to avoid whatever was happening between the both of you.

“Come on, babe,” Hangman brought a hand up to his heart and gave her a pained look. “You wound me.”

“Not enough to keep you out of here, apparently,” The glare on your face was enough to make Jake’s cocky grin slip just the tiniest bit as you stuffed the credit card in the bar’s rolodex with a little more force than necessary. You leaned yourself on the bar in your elbows and pointed your trusty bar key threateningly at the pilot. “You want a drink? Get it from Jimmy,” You tilted your head to the 76 year old barkeep who was puttering around at the other end of the bar pushing a yellow mop bucket around and definitely not making drinks. “Or Penny, if you can find her.” Penny actually had the night off, but you weren’t going to let Jake know that.

Moving on to take the order of the sailor to the left of Hangman, you didn’t wait for him to respond. Hangman groaned and fixed you with a look.

“Don’t be like that! We had fun!” You placed the pint of beer on the bar and the man handed over a ten with a wink. “You know how it is,” Jake said with an innocent shrug.

“All set, sweetheart,” The man said with a charming smile. “Give me a holler if you need me to take care of this for you, ma’am,” His eyes shifted to Jake assertively, then back to you.

“Thank you,” You replied sweetly to the man and returned his smile with a dazzling grin of your own just to irritate the pilot in front of you. The stranger swept his eyes over Hangman once more to size him up before shaking his head and scoffing lightly before taking his drink back to his buddies.

“What the hell was that?” Hangman asked, absolutely beside himself. “You know that guy?” He gestured his thumb over his shoulder.

“Do I know who?” You replied dumbly, getting an absolute thrill out of this. Hangman’s jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“Really?” He had the balls to look mildly irritated with the bartender. “What the hell did he think he was going to do?” You grabbed the empty glasses a few spots down from Hangman that had recently been vacated by a group of girls, but stopped in front of him on your way over to the sink.

“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You asked with your best customer service voice and smile before setting the drinkware in the sink.

“He was flirting with you,” Jake stated, but it sounded like more of a question than anything else. You groaned and turned around to face Hangman with a very dramatic roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s how it goes here. You think you’re the first person in the Navy to bat their pretty eyes at me? Flash their pearly whites? Ha!” You took a checkbook from a freshly vacated area on the bar and placed the cash left in the black book into your tip jar next to the register before continuing to serve the other customers. You made one more stop in front of Jake, your eyes cutting straight through him. “You’ve never been my only option here, nor my best one, Bagboy.” Your tone was like ice, sending a chill down Jake’s spine. Then it’s of it was making him second guess coming up here to bother you. “Remember that.”

#jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin imagine #top gun imagine #top gun one shot #top gun: maverick #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #wip wednesday

[theherbalsanctuary]

How to Build that Good Good Intuition

Lovelies, I want to start by saying this is my own UPG. What is UPG? UPG or also "unverified personal gnosis" is basically my own spiritual and energetic experience, and what I have personally gotten from it. Therefore, what I am about to discuss may or may not be your same experience. And that is a-okay! Alright, let's get to it.

I would like to say that EVERYONE is capable of building their intuition. Some people may be more connected, and therefore it may come more easily. But that doesn't mean that someone else can't harness growth in their intuition up to the same advanced level. Before I get to it, let me say that a little more clearly for the witches/practitioners in the back that may not still understand this concept. Everyone, no matter your "magickal lineage," your gender, your race, religious background or lack thereof. If you are a person, you have this innate ability.

Now that that is out of the way, let's talk first thoughts. First thoughts were taught to me by a couple different deities, and they are literally the first thought your brain jumps to when encountering something. For example, maybe you are doing a tarot reading, and your first gut instinct is to choose a card halfway through the deck. That little voice, or that little desire to reach for that card is the first thought. It is your ethereal being telling you to pick that card.

That said, this also occurs while we are doing normal mundane tasks as well. A couple weeks ago a woman came into the store I used to work at, wanting to buy a salve from my own business. I told her I would bring her one the next day. Well next day comes around, and my first thought was to pack three instead of only one for her. She comes in, explains how she actually wants to buy two, one for her friend as well. Later that same day, I had a repeat customer of mine come in and buy the third jar I brought. What you have to understand, usually our first thoughts are right on the money.

But how do we get to that point of trusting ourselves? It takes a lot of internal work and healing. Not only that, but building the habit of listening to those first thoughts, and acting upon them. I am in no way suggesting anyone should act upon first thoughts that are harmful to themselves, others, or their environment. That isn't the point of this post. What I am trying to explain, is that say you are trying to decide what herb you want to use in your upcoming spell. Is there an herb that just keeps coming up in your mind? Like for no reason that is clear to your monkey brain, but that thought of incorporating this particular herb, just feels right. Maybe you are feeling called to go for a hike, and when choosing where you want to go, there is one place that literally just the thought of walking there makes your soul sing. Listen to that. Follow that primal soul desire. That is your first thoughts, and by recognizing them and following them (as long as it is safe I swear to the GODS DON"T HURT YOURSELVES), you will be on the fast track towards being that scarily intuitive bad witch you have always dreamed of being.

I mean shit, I followed my first thoughts and moved across the country to be where my soul sings. Now my soul is a professional opera singer. It won't shut up, and honestly, I don't want it to.

As always, if you would like to support me, send me a follow! Or go check out my amazing salve on my website! Do you have skin? Does it get dry or itchy? Do you want something more natural to maybe put on those god awful hemorrhoids? Yeah I said it, they're a bitch to deal with, but not for long with this epic salve. Go look at it. Seriously.

#witch community #witchcraft #intuition #spiritualawakening #energyworking #empowerment #trust your gut #trust the process #trust yourself #divination #witch school #beginner witch #witch tips #witchyvibes

[mydyspraxiablog]

Having dyspraxia got good and bad point I find hard to communicate with people so don't have friends long but moving on next things.

I always try please other people but should look after myself first I forget look after me and I always want happy the family too but can't do college Engish crouse in Stoke on trent college mum saying " You not going you won't be able find it" " So feel not listern can't do cannock college or Stafford college all Engish crouse in the evering and no buses and taxi are too full up in evering and no buses and don't like walk back in the dark. S0 told mum you email this person of Stoke on trent college because can't email back mum won't let me going." AS usely got no help with emails at why last engish crouse with it did fash card it embarrassed use them.

I be few holidays but too many listern here but going talk about about holiday in Turkey, It holiday should not have but also looking forward to holiday again Now Dyspraxia is part Austim now but I adult Dyspraxia with on Austim spectrum so put on Sunflowers hidding disability landyard go East middle Airport then went Tui deck check in case and Gluten free case load on the plane.( I hope don't going missing). So went assistance desk moading about few things and didn't like travel byself on seat need help open things like coffee lid and airport meal. Sad for me Tui didn't any Gluten free food for me so have order vegetarian meal and chips been Coelic that promble with Tui part from that hiccup thinking wet well and did assistance it help going on the plane and different with stairs had hold up hate people push down past you when trying get up safely and some people just rude.

Now when arrived Turkey I stayed on plane for assistance and got going to past port control but only 1 caring through lift so me mum and going with next lift then going up to passport control usely get nevers about this point because in another Country but rules are different from uk( I forget say I wear hearing aids so need put recharge in the hand luggage " )there storys coming up later.

So arrived to Turkey at St Nicholas Hotel Park and it beautiful and didn't spead much because had gluten free cornfalk in morning and cheese and tomato otement. It was very nice and did have some nice meals but only thinks because buffet people had pizza 🍕 and ham burgers use Gluten free food so can't use the food again.it upset people wasn't waiting that upset people didn't think again.

I had tuna saled some had tuna sandwiches and was ill few days because of it. So only did Swimming 🏊‍♂️ twice ( This isn't any way feel safe to swimming in uk at movements) so it always learn swimming in Turkey 🇹🇷 let UK down at movements.

Then went on sailing boat lovely the sailing boats 🚢 and went around Turkey Island but we should keep quiet when sailing going up but making too much noise talking French person and Spain teacher and told them what uk really like isn't rich country anymore even our doctors and nurses and schools teachers going to food bank but isn't soft country at movements all money going to fat cat instead Then told how sponder child in Ethiopia called compassion uk in name of Jesus Christ 🙏 so girls can going to School and give to earth appeal to Turkey earthquake in the past but told story how got scram but won't be going piza hut or pizza express not now lost my customer.

I really enjoy sailing boat and but too much saled.

Now went to up cable car for £9 I didn't want going too far up mountain because I afraid heghit and didn't really want going cable car but glad did now.I felt uncomfortable zoon.

Post pictures of Sunflowers hidding disabilities

#dancing #sunflowers hidding disabilities #coeliac

[themollyzone]

one million dollars

Last night I went to a show in Ridgewood. I'd taken a little bite out of a weed gummy, I'd say 2 mg worth, which in my casual longitudinal study of "how much THC is enough to get my brain thinking thoughts I really want to tweet" appears to be the Minimum Tweet Dose Threshold.

I was looking around me, everyone was young, as is custom these days, and the outfits were pretty funny. I saw one guy wearing a form-fitting bright green short-sleeve shirt that had emblazoned on the back an illustration of a bowling ball crashing into some pins. And I saw another guy next to him and he looked like he was wearing bowling shoes. Different guy. Another guy wore a shirt whose pattern was a deck of playing cards. I had the thought that some of the Gen z hipster types in new york city tend to dress like what happens when you are in the character builder for The Sims and you let the game randomize their outfits.

Then I was like, that'd be a good tweet, I think. But I didn't want to get into generational discourse online because I was not ready for the smoke that could result. I swear that I am impressed by and respecting of the unique sartorial choices of the youth — I swear! They come up with shit I could never come up with. They're in the thrift stores fighting for their lives. Meanwhile I'm trapped in a millennial vortex of sartorial respectability. I could have worn the outfit I wore last night to a job interview.

I went to the show with my friend from college, who has a band I think is simply great. We were meeting there ostensibly to talk about plans for making a new music video together, which we did, and then we kvetched a little bit about the current state of work. I was like, "I'm so full of ideas for groovy content. I want a million dollars, and to give it away to people to make little shows, like MTV." And she was like "I don't want to work anymore, I just want to rock."

This bit of conversation I had with nu metal CEO Holiday Kirk in my newsletter really tickled me. The ideas and the interest are out there...where's the MONEY?

I keep listening to the 100 Gecs song "One Million Dollars" as a spell / manifestation so that someone gives me one million dollars, but at some point I'm going to have to ask for it directly.

#money #power #respect

[littlegalerion]

Recently was working on some custom Expedition cards, specifically for a werewolf class. After realizing that half the cards were buffs that benefited your party in some shape or form, it got me thinking more about werewolf socialization, in DnD and in Elder Scrolls. Sadly werewolves in DnD are very different from TES, but in TES at least I have a bit more room with them as the bloodlust isn't as bad.

Poor DnD wolfies. I'll definately need to create an "evil" lycan character at some point for sessions.

Anyhow, some werewolf socialization/romance headcanons for TES woofers.

- A Pack consists of both a werewolf's blood family or of those they've personally bitten, then bringing into their ranks. Often lycans opt out of interacting with people in general, so it isn't uncommon that they start a family with another packmate.

- For lycans that have a spouse outside of the pack, it's usually frowned upon if the pack is kept a secret. It's seen as disrespectful as, under Hircine's word, the pack is your family first. With blood family it's understandable to hide- you can't choose who brought you into this world. But you can choose who you brought into your world, and if you chose them, then they should have no issue with your pack mates.

- It is a BIG no no to take a spouse from another pack, even if there is no friction between your two packs whatsoever. You either leave your pack and join theirs, or they leave and join yours. There are no "star crossed lovers" allowed. A pack is a unit, meant to have strong ties so that their hunts are fluid and successful every night. How can your packmates trust your head is in the game if your heart lies within another pack?

- Usually marriages between two packmates consist of the couple leaving for the night to hunt together, alone, in an unfamiliar territory. No worries, your packmates have already scouted the area, once the couple has decided where they want to hunt. So no threats of Silver Dawn. Everything else the wilds have to offer in terms of danger still remain. The couple hunt together, and in the morning bring back as much as they can carry. This provides a "Sunrise Feast", symbolizing the dawn of a new life together which their packmates celerabete with them. After that, rings are exchanged, if even desired.

- When packmates do have children, be it with another packmate or with a partner outside of the pack, the pack is non hostile towards them. Unless they are the offspring of two packmates, it's highly suggested they do not interact with the pack until in their teens. By "not hostile" it's more so that the pack isn't angry nor do they consider the child a threat to sapping away their packmate's attention. They genuinely hope the child grows to one day accept Hircine's blessing, and join their pack. But...it isn't wise to have a child waltz in around whelp and seasoned lycans. I think the one questline in Skyrim can answer why.

- If the child is born by two packmates, it's accepted into the pack earlier. I mean, what choice would they have if both parents live with the pack 24/7. In order to keep the baby safe, seasoned members, including the alpha, of the pack often accompany the parents, and form a very strong godparent bond to the child. They force it on themselves, physically and mentally. They have to see the child as theirs, in terms of territory, for fear their bloodlust could gain an inch. They take the slightest wrong glance at the child by any pack member as a threat and will give that individual a thrashing. Nothing that bone breaking, but bad enough that they'll feel it for a week. It may seem extreme, but enforcing the mindset that the baby is a part of their territory and pack is a necessity that HAS to be constantly reinforced on the daily. It's for the baby's safety.

- This kind of behavior goes on for a while, until the child reaches preteens, but sometimes it dies out sooner than that. It all depends when the child shows a more pronounced nature, and displays interest and active support to the pack. In which case, they pack begins to see them as a member naturally. But still, the seasoned members keep careful watch.

- I know the big question: When is the child bitten? Well, the answer you would think would be "Right away, as soon as they could survive the bite." Like how the assassin in the ESO DB was forced to drink lycan blood by her family at a young age? Well, perhaps in the more ruthless packs, but not among proper packs that actually want to stay in existance for more than four seasons before the Silver Dawn find them!

- In a structured lycan pack, children are bitten or allowed to drink lycan blood once they reach their teen years. This is done through a ceremony to Hircine, where the teen must be old enough to hunt on their own, bring back an impressive kill, and present it before Hircine. This proves their worth as a potential lycan hunter, and Hircine will then allow his hounds to give them a bite, or let the teen drink of lycan blood.

- Typically it is the parent or alpha who gives the bite. If going for the blood route, it is always the alpha that donates their blood.

- To be a true lycan, a true hunter and beast of the wild, NEVER forget that what Hircine has given you was a choice you made. To force it upon another individual who could potentially soil and disgrace the blessing is a whelp's mistake. Any grown lycan knows better. For those born with the gift, well, then it wasn't something you chose, but it definately chose you, as such things are rare. But most any structured pack would welcome in such a rarity, and prove what a blessing it is. Regardless, no child is forced to take the gift. Pressured and expected to? Yes. But never outright forced.

#elder scrolls lycanthropy #ever played expedition? #its a soft version of dnd thats a card game #very soft and super simple and tons of fun #my friend and I are to the point we want to keep custom card decks for personally made characters #i think its around 20 bucks on amazon #also when I said I need to make an 'evil' lycan dnd character? #i had to say evil because Raloqen is tech a lycan #lythari are 'true' lycans #they lack a hybrid form but morph from elf to wolf and are in complete control as a wolf #are they elves? or wolves? the answer is yes

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​​ Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

Collab Masterlist is HERE My Masterlist is HERE Buy me a KoFi if you’re feeling froggy HERE

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme. 

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college. 

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive. 

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation. 

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.” 

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

--

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink. 

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you. 

“You want a drink?” 

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer. 

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

--

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often. 

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him. 

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her. 

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest. 

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

--

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw. 

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?” 

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?” 

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.” 

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface. 

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.” 

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought. 

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles. 

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head. 

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment. 

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.  

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever. 

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life. 

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate. 

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough. 

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter. 

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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[professorthaddeus]

batten down the hatches

They’ve gone over the plan a thousand times, yet Fjord can’t help running through it a thousand more. They’ve been preparing for days. There’s still so much they don’t know. 

At some point, Beau nodded off and Essek woke up, and now it’s just the two of them keeping silent vigil over the others.

Essek is a constant wave of motion, gliding slowly around the room, occasionally reaching out a hand to brush against the panels of colored glass. It seems he’s having just as hard a time getting his thoughts to quell. 

At least the movement is a welcome distraction—until he halts, hovering still in the air a few feet away, face unreadable. He pulls out a familiar stone from the folds of his cloak.

Dread settles cold in the pit of Fjord’s stomach.

He may not have Caleb’s perfect memory or sense of time, but he knows. He knows. It hasn’t been nearly long enough for Jester to have replenished the energy she needs to channel her not-quite-a-god’s power, for Yasha to have recovered from her wounds sustained in battle.

Essek’s holding the stone to his ear. The chill spreads until Fjord’s veins are filled with nothing but ice.

To his left, Caduceus stirs, his hand curled loosely around his staff. Ready to defend his family even in sleep. Ready to go down with them all at this site of ancient disaster, even though he has another family waiting for him far from here. He’s always worn duty like it’s a badge of honor. His quiet resolve and faith in the Wildmother’s plans for him have been a consistent source of admiration and inspiration as long as Fjord’s known him.

But tonight, he can’t agree. Death is not an option, no matter what the cards of fate may hold.

Yasha has a hand on her sword as well, and Fjord doesn’t blame her; his own fingers are itching to summon the Star Razor. They’ve all learned to be battle-ready and would die for one another in a heartbeat. But Yasha, more than any of them, has embraced the mantle of protector. 

Fjord only hopes they can watch her six in return, and she’ll survive to soak in the happiness she’s just starting to find.

Speaking of. Jester is curled up by his side, head propped on pillows the cats had brought down for her. None of them had suggested sleeping in their separate rooms tonight. Caleb may have tailored them to be as individually cozy as possible, but there’s nothing more comforting than feeling each other nearby.

As Fjord waits for Essek to deliver the bad news, he can’t stop himself from tucking away a strand of hair that has fallen across Jester’s eyelids. She’s given them all so much—her spells, her strength, her custom-made feast still spread out around them, and more than that, her easy laughter and fierce, endless love. He’s desperately, selfishly relieved that she’s here. But he also can’t stop thinking about her forcing optimism through her teeth before finally faltering.

“I lied to her, Fjord.”

He sets his jaw, tusks poking at his lip. It won’t be a lie. Marion will have her daughter back.

He looks across the room to Beau. Her position is a reflection of his own, sitting up with arms folded, though her chin has dipped to her chest and her shoulders rise and fall in fitful sleep. Not that it makes much of a difference. She’ll be the first one ready at the earliest sign of trouble.

It’s been incredible to see her evolve from someone brash, impulsive, and honestly, a little scrappy—though he’d never say it to her face because she’d punch him into paralysis—to the capable warrior she is now. One who fights tooth and nail for others and is no longer afraid to open her heart to her friends.

“Just thinking about the others.”

“I know. They look to you.”

“Let’s not disappoint.”

Fjord didn’t have a quarter of her bravery when he was her age. Gods, she has so much of her life ahead of her. He’s glad she’s getting a little rest. 

Somewhere out in the dark and cold, Caleb and Veth are sitting awake in the dome, hundreds of feet away from the rest of them.

He almost wants to slip out and find them, take them back to this sanctuary that Caleb has so reverently crafted to keep them safe. It’s wrong that they’re not all together in this final hour.

But no, they are together, because Fjord can feel them, waiting with bated breath just as he is, a prickle of something between anticipation and fear thrumming right under the skin. Maybe Veth is whispering morbid jokes aloud, pretending Caleb can hear her and nudging him every so often to remind him she’s there. Maybe Caleb is preparing to be a soldier again, analyzing every inch of the space ahead of him through Frumpkin’s eyes.

They’re going to be okay. They have each other, and Caleb is more determined than any of them to ensure Veth will walk away from this and return to her husband and child. And though Caleb may have written himself off, Veth never will.

“I’m calling my favor. If it comes to that, you will stop me. Utterly.”

A shiver runs through Fjord’s body. He made a promise, and he intends to uphold it, but it won’t. It won’t come to that.

Essek drifts over, that stone clenched in his grasp. He doesn’t need to say it; Fjord’s already steeling himself as Essek starts to speak.

~

Salt spraying in the air, water sloshing onto the deck. The panicked shouts ringing out amongst the crew are swiftly drowned out by sheets of rain pouring from blackened clouds.

The cresting waves around them are twice the size of their ship. Fjord remembers being awed by the majesty of her sails, the excellent craftsmanship of her hull. It all seems so foolish now. Who are they to think they can fight the sea?

He grits his teeth, the rope burning in his hands as he struggles to keep it from being wrenched away by the winds. “Captain, what do we do? Should we turn back?”

Vandran’s expression is strained, but his voice is strong when he speaks, and his hand is steady where it rests on Fjord’s shoulder.

“We forge ahead. There’s an end to this storm on the horizon, and we’re going to make it to the other side.” 

~

“The rangers have had a sighting. Troop of five approaching. They’re asking if they are to engage.”

Fjord’s gaze flickers once more to his friends. Caduceus. Yasha. Jester. Beau. Veth and Caleb outside, watching their backs. They have to make it. They’re going to make it. They just need more time. 

He looks up, locks eyes with Essek. Sees his grim conclusion mirrored there. 

“Yes.”

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[nugnthopkns]

dance me to the end of love (ii)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: fem!oc, alcohol consumption, cursing

series masterpost: here

a/n: part two baby! thanks for all the love on part one, it means the absolute world. i have so much love for this story and i hope people are enjoying it :))

Life is settling into a comfortable rhythm.

After spending a good chunk of her young adult life being incredibly studious, Magdalene can finally have the social life of someone in their mid-twenties. Though she’s still spending a fair amount of time by herself in the basements of the University of Denver’s library, Bette convinces her to go out more. Magdalene tries to fight, citing extra work or a good book as an excuse to stay home, but it doesn’t work very often. The pleas of her friend are how Magdalene finds herself currently lounging poolside at Erik Johnson’s house on a Sunday afternoon.

“How’s the new career treating you?” Tyson asks. “I feel like we haven’t seen you in a while.”

Magdalene laughs. “I’ve seen Bette plenty,” she says, “She thinks I won’t take a lunch break unless she shows up.”

“Would you?” the blonde girl questions with a quirked brow.

“Probably not.”

“I rest my case.”

A small crowd gathers around as Magdalene begins to detail the specifics of her job, but she doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as she once would have. In the month or so since graduating school she’s found herself slowly being incorporated into the Avalanche family. It’s almost certainly because Bette and Tyson championed her case, explaining that she doesn’t have much of a support system beyond the two of them, but she doesn’t mind. A few of the guys ask her questions about her work, curious as to why someone would want to spend their life combing through piles of old things. Everyone stays engaged in the conversation until there’s a shout from the kitchen that dinner is ready.

Magdalene shuffles in line behind André, filling her plate with various pasta salads and a hamburger. Once situated with enough food for two meals she returns to the pool deck, sitting on the edge and dipping her toes into the cool water. Bette comes and finds her a minute later and the two of them begin to eat.

She’s still relatively new to the group’s dynamic, but Magdalene can’t help but notice that Ryan is never around. In fact, Magdalene hasn’t seen him since her graduation party. Taking a casual sip of her wine cooler, she asks her friend about the man’s absence.

“Why is Ryan never at these sorts of things?”

Bette shrugs. “Isn’t a huge one for parties. He was supposed to come today, but I guess something came up.”

“I’m not huge on parties,” Magdalene huffs, “But that doesn’t stop you from dragging me to every single one.”

“Unlike you, Gravy gets enough regular social interaction that his absence is permissible. If Tyson and I didn’t take you out you’d talk to your cat more than normal.”

She wants to fight back, but knows it’s pointless. Bette has a point – if it weren’t for her the only people Magdalene would interact with are her boss and her cat. Instead, she grumbles under her breath and changes the subject to the trip Bette is in the middle of planning. It’s coming up in a few weeks, and Magdalene wants to hear a bit more about it before she commits. Despite what she thought about taking time off so close to starting work, it was encouraged by June, but she's refraining from telling Bette that. If it doesn’t sound like she'll enjoy it, Magdalene is banking on being able to use the excuse.

Bette explains that she’s renting a large lake house that is perfect for a relaxing week away from adult responsibilities. The property has kayaks and a hot tub, which pretty much ensures that Magdalene will want to be in attendance. She’ll hold onto that information for a little while longer though, if for no other reason to make Bette squirm a little. At some point Tyson comes to sweep his girlfriend away and leaves Magdalene at the party alone. She makes polite conversation with some other players for a while before heading home herself. Ryan never shows up, despite how much Magdalene hopes he will. At the very least she wants to properly thank him for doing her a favour, though her hoping to see him is much more selfish. He intrigues her and she wants to know more about the tall man with the dazzling smile and a proclivity for wearing all black.

☼☼☼☼

Barn Owl Book Company is filled to the brim when Magdalene approaches the store from the side street it annexes. She should’ve expected it – it’s the first of the month and their newest books are hitting the shelves. However, Magdalene doesn’t exactly have time to wait in line. June gave her only fifteen minutes to run and grab them coffee before they continue the massive task of digitizing a private collection that has just been donated to the university. She estimates it will take almost a month of extended hours to get everything done, and Magdalene believes it. There’s so much to wade through but she knows the end result will be satisfying.

Luckily the café line is fairly short, and Magdalene reaches the counter in a timely manner. “Hey,” she greets the barista warmly, “Could I just grab two medium iced cappuccinos?”

“Anything else?”

“No, that's everything. It’ll be on debit,” she smiles. Magdalene reaches into her backpack to grab her wallet only to find that it’s missing. Shit. The barista has already left to make the drinks, completely unaware that her customer is unable to pay.

Magdalene hears a voice from behind her say, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” She turns around to find Ryan Graves standing there with a book tucked under his right arm.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she mumbles appreciatively. “I don’t know how my boss would take it if I showed up empty handed.”

Ryan laughs shyly as he pulls his card away from the machine. “I get it, everyone needs a little caffeine this time of year.” The barista comes back with Magdalene’s drinks, which she takes with a smile and a wish for a good day. The two of them head towards the exit, and Ryan pauses once they’re on the sidewalk. “Which way are you headed?”

“Back to work,” Magdalene says, nodding her head in the direction of campus. “I’ve got approximately five minutes to get there before June rips me a new one.”

“June?”

“She’s my boss,” she explains.

Ryan nods in understanding. “I’ll see you around Magdalene,” he smiles, turning on his heel and heading the opposite direction.

In a moment of bravery, Magdalene yells at his retreating figure. “Will you? We never seem to cross paths.”

“I’ll be at Bette and Tyson’s this weekend, and I’m counting on your company.”

Magdalene finds it incredibly hard to focus the rest of the afternoon. She keeps thinking about what Ryan said, which makes her a rather lousy archivist. June sends her home just after seven even though they had plans to stay until ten, citing the fact that she’s scanned the same photo three times before noticing. Caligula’s meowing for pets when she gets home isn’t even enough to distract her from the comment. The absentmindedness continues for another day or so, and it’s becoming so bad Magdalene is worried that June is going to fire her for incompetence.

It’s only when Bette calls to invite her over for dinner and drinks that her mind levels out. “I was wondering when I was going to get the call,” she chuckles absentmindedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” is the response Magdalene receives.

“Well,” she explains, “I ran into Ryan at Barn Owl the other day and he paid for my drinks because I left my wallet on the table at work, and he said he expected to see me at your place this weekend. So if you never invited me I was just going to show up.”

Bette is smiling, that much Magdalene can infer by the lull in conversation. “I haven’t got the time to call you yet,” she concedes, “But consider this the official invitation to our house for a small party.”

“Anything we’re celebrating?”

“Nope. Have you ever needed a reason to party?”

Magdalene laughs. “Yes. Need one almost every time actually.”

The rest of the week passes fairly quickly. To make up for her blundering earlier in the week Magdalene offers to work a full day on Saturday, by herself, to get the project back on track. June accepts the proposition eagerly, and Magdalene lets Bette know she’ll be coming directly from work. Saturday rolls around and she spends most of her time getting lost in the past lives of the artefacts she’s dealing with. If someone were to ask Magdalene what her favourite part of archiving is, that’s the answer she’d give. There’s nothing more satisfying to her than holding a piece of history in her hands and imagining all the stories it would be able to tell if it could speak.

By the time she’s put in a full work day and finishes locking up the basement floor her department occupies, Magdalene is pretty sure they’re ahead of schedule on the project. She genuinely feels terrible about her misperformance and hopes June will be able to forgive her. On the way to Bette and Tyson’s Magdalene listens to the Leonard Cohen greatest hits cd that came with her car. The previous owner was presumably a big fan, and over the years Magdalene has come to appreciate the folk singer. She never got to see him in concert before his death but turns to his music when she needs to relax. Right now is the perfect time to listen to ‘Hallelujah’ on repeat because she’s seriously freaking out about the idea of spending the night talking to Ryan. Though she still wants to properly thank him and possibly become friends, something about him makes Magdalene nervous.

There’s no way for her to tell if Ryan is there when she parks in front of the house. She doesn’t know what kind of car he drives, or if he caught a ride with someone. Magdalene debates texting Bette to see if he’s there already but decides against it, knowing she’s an adult who is more than capable of pushing down nerves.

She doesn’t bother knocking and just steps into the respectably sized home. The music is loud enough that no one would have heard her anyways. It’s much more of a party than Magdalene was expecting – Bette invited her for dinner and drinks, not a gathering that could pass as a frat party. There are bodies everywhere, and she isn’t sure if she’ll ever catch a glimpse of her friend.

“You seem to be dressed for the wrong kind of party,” a voice chuckles from behind her.

Magdalene turns to see Ryan leaning against the wall, eyeing her business casual attire. “I came from work,” she explains, “And didn’t know it was this kind of party to begin with. I would’ve at least brought a change of clothes.”

“You look terribly out of place,” he agrees. “Can I grab you a drink? The hosts are too busy playing beer pong to, you know, be hosts.”

A giggle escapes Magdalene’s lips at the comment. Ryan seems to have a similar sense of humor to her, which will be beneficial for passing the time if Bette is already on her way to being wasted. “A glass of red wine would be nice.”

Ryan pushes off from his perch and heads towards the kitchen. The crowd parts for the six-foot-five hockey player, and Magdalene follows in his wake quite easily. Knowing the space as well as her, Ryan grabs a wine glass from the cupboard Bette keeps them in and pours the dark red liquid into it. He waits until Magdalene has situated herself on the island before handing her the cup. She takes it with an appreciative hum and waits until he’s grabbed a beer for himself before raising her glass in toast. Ryan does the same, and their glasses clink before each of them take a sip.

“What exactly is it that you do? I bet it’s something super cool and studious, but I seriously don’t know what the hell being an archivist means.”

Magdalene explains her job to Ryan, who is extremely interested. He asks nearly a hundred follow-up questions that she answers sincerely, throwing in a few jokes that luckily crack him up. Conversation moves to his career and then life. Magdalene learns that he’s from Nova Scotia, though he stays around Denver these days, and that if he wasn’t playing professional hockey he’d like to have a career in publishing. Ryan doesn’t press too hard when Magdalene refuses to open up about her family, which she appreciates. It’s a delicate subject that she keeps guarded close to her chest, and a friend’s kitchen in the middle of a party isn’t the place for her to divulge her deepest secrets.

The two of them get refills before exiting the room. Even more people seemed to arrive since Magdalene walked through the door, and the kitchen is no longer an empty safe haven. The music is so loud she can feel the bass thumping in her chest, giving the living room a club-like atmosphere, and it’s too much. Magdalene tugs at the hem of Ryan’s sweater to catch his attention. “Want to go somewhere quiet?”

“I doubt there is such a place,” he yells over the crowd going crazy over some early 2000s hip-hop track.

“Follow me,” she says with a smile, pointing over her shoulder in the direction of the staircase to the second floor.

It takes a minute for them to wade through the throngs of people, but it goes much faster once Ryan takes Magdalene’s hand and splits the crowd. A few boys, who don’t look older than twenty-one and almost certainly snuck into the party, notice where the pair are going and shout congratulations. Ryan shoots them a glare so sharp it could cut stone but doesn’t drop Magdalene’s hand. Once safely on the much quieter second floor, Magdalene makes a beeline for the bathroom.

“Are you coming or what?” she asks when there doesn’t seem to be footsteps following her.

Ryan hesitates. “I, uh, can just wait out here while you’re in there,” he stammers.

Magdalene’s laugh rings out through the empty hallway. “I’m not going to the bathroom. We’re going out the window.”

He isn’t sure how that’s any better, but Ryan follows the brown-haired girl into the room. It takes considerably more work for him to fit through the frame, but after some directions from Magdalene he makes it onto the roof. She sits down and pats the space beside her, encouraging Ryan to do the same. They stay out there, discussing anything that comes to their heads, until the party’s numbers dwindle drastically. Magdalene makes sure to properly thank him for both attending her graduation and spotting her coffee money, and she thinks Ryan might blush a little when she offers to get the next round. He asks about her love of The West Wing, and they launch into a long conversation about the show and cast. The sun fades to black and the cold sets in, and Magdalene finds herself wrapped in Ryan’s sweater without asking. It’s only when she notices it’s approaching midnight that Magdalene clues into how tired she is.

“I think I’m going to head out,” she yawns. Ryan nods in agreement and holds the window open for her to slip in through. Once downstairs, Magdalene goes to lift the sweater from her frame but Ryan stops her.

“Keep it for drive home. I’ll get it back next time we see each other.”

Still feeling bold from the alcohol that left her system hours ago, she reaches out to poke him in the chest. “And when will that be, hm? You seem to enjoy leaving our meetings up to chance.”

It’s Ryan’s turn to laugh. “Think you can swing an extended lunch break on Wednesday? I’ll be at Barn Owl all afternoon. Maybe you can join me for a coffee.”

Magdalene likes the sound of that and agrees. She leaves without seeing Bette or Tyson once, but she doesn’t mind. They’d be happy for her blooming friendship – or at least she’s pretty sure they will be once she calls to fill them in on the details.

☼☼☼☼

Wednesday rolls around without incident, and Magdalene is given a full hour to eat instead of thirty minutes. Walking time has to be accounted for, of course, but she should have nearly forty-five minutes to spend with Ryan if she plays her cards right. There’s no crowd this time, and it’s incredibly easy to spot Ryan sitting in the window she loves to claim as her own.

“Hey,” Magdalene greets, “Did Bette tell you to sit here?”

He shakes his head, perplexed at the question. “No, why?”

“It’s just my favourite seat in the store, that’s all. I thought she told you how to gain some extra brownie points.”

“Should I be concerned about the amount of points I have?” Ryan teases, sliding a cup and pastry bag across the table and into her hands.

Magdalene shakes her head, smiling widely. “You’re doing alright so far. Keep up the good work.”

They eat at a comfortable pace, taking breaks to engage in interesting topics of conversation or take sips of their drinks. Ryan insists his life is boring, but Magdalene is enthralled by the stories he tells. It’s completely different from hers and she feels as though she can live vicariously through the tales of walking through the historic downs of the east coast and swimming in the Pacific Ocean on days off in California. After squeezing every story possible from the man Magdalene shifts gears slightly.

“So, are you going on the trip in a couple of weeks?”

“It’s looking that way,” Ryan shrugs with relative indifference, “Nate doesn’t think he’ll be able to come back, something about a development camp he’s running having the dates switched. He’s asked me to take his spot.”

His neutral mood confuses her. When Bette mentioned his probable attendance months ago, it sounded like he was enthusiastic about spending a week with friends doing nothing to swimming and drinking. “You don’t want to go?” Magdalene probes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but sometimes the group parties a little harder than I like to,” he sighs, raising a hand and running it through his hair. That’s something she understands completely, having spent a few too many nights being the sober one out.

“I’ll be there.” It’s Magdalene’s turn to shrug, but the comment holds an incredible amount of hope.

“Well then, that changes everything.”

Was Ryan flirting with her? She spends the rest of lunch thinking about the possibility, and truthfully, it occupies her brain for the rest of the day. However, she keeps her focus and June is none the wiser to the butterflies in her stomach. Work finishes without much fanfare, and her dinner is silent save for the few meows of conversation Caligula offers. It’s late by the time Magdalene falls into bed, cat snuggled into the pillow beside her. On a whim she decides to check Instagram and sees a message request from none other than the man who’s smile has been replaying in her mind. A follow request accompanies it.

Thought that maybe we could quit leaving our meetings to chance and plan something next time :)

He has to be flirting. There’s no other explanation for the witty banter they’ve shared this week, or why he’s reaching out to her on social media. The butterflies in her stomach multiply tenfold as Magdalene types out a reply.

I don’t know, it’s kind of fun being shrouded in mystery. However, I now have the opportunity to stalk your profile ;)

Before she can overthink her use of the emoji, Magdalene shoves her phone in the drawer of her nightstand and rolls over. A slight smile can’t help but appear on her features as she falls asleep, already curious about what his reply will be.

☼☼☼☼

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[harrystylesleftkneecap]

JJ the comedian

Warnings : Slight smut, mention of death, alcohol, drugs, JJ being annoying, 

Summary: JJ loved making inappropriate jokes, and when they become centered around you, the whole gang gets suspicious. 

***GIF ISN’T MINE, ALL WRITING AND IDEAS ARE. I USED SOME DIALOGUE PROMPTS I FOUND OFF THE INTERNET***

JJ was notorious for being inappropriate. Pope often scolded him for it, while John B enjoyed his naughty jokes most of the time. Kie hated them obviously. And you rather enjoyed them as well. Until the comments began centering around you. 

“JJ can you hand me that pen?” You asked, as he sat across from you. You were working at the wreck with kie, and the boys decided to come keep you some company in your last hour. 

“Of course.” He replied, taking the writing utensil between his fingers. 

He extended his arm to hand it to you, and you reached to take it from his grasp. Before you could grab it, he jerked it away. 

“Beg for it.” He smirked. 

This caused the other two boys beside him to snicker. 

your face was hot with embarrassment. Although nobody knew what went on between the two of you behind closed doors, just the thought of the others thinking about you begging JJ for something was enough to make your heart race. 

“JJ, c’mon.” You groaned, attempting to swipe the pen from his calloused hands. 

He only held it farther form your reach, “C’mon, not like you haven’t begged me for anything before.” He teased.

This caused the boys to erupt in laughter.

You squinched your eyes together and pinched your nose. 

There it was. 

You knew his joke would get worse eventually, but you were praying to any higher power there was to simply prevent that from happening. 

Kie scoffed before snatching the pen from his grasp and pulling you away from the unruly mess JJ had created. 

She handed the pen to you and you fanned your face. You got embarrassed so easily, and it was always obvious to those around you. Your tell being the crimson splotches that would litter your body. There was no way you could effectively serve customers like this. 

And part of you realized JJ knew that. 

“He is such an ass, “ Kie began ,”But really, have you been begging for things behind closed doors?” 

“Kie! Not right now!” You huffed, storming into the back of the kitchen. 

The summer heat of the outer banks was beating down on your skin. You groaned as you rolled over on to your back, attempting to find a more comfortable position. 

JJ was peacefully (for once) rolling a joint while John B and pope were fishing. Kie kept up small talk with you as the two of you tanned on the deck of the boat. 

Eventually, you found JJ hovering over you with a freshly rolled joint in his hand. He extended it towards you and you gladly accepted. As you took the smoke into your lungs, you immediately relaxed. Happy to finally be enjoying some time with your friends. 

JJ eyed you as your head fell back, and your breath fell past your lips as a smoky cloud. 

“You know y/n, we could get naked.” he spoke, causing you to snap your head back to him. 

“JJ!” You scolded, earning a few immature giggles from the fishing boys. 

“What, it’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He taunted, as you shot daggers through his thick fucking skull. 

You stood from your towel and his eyes widened. In fear, and also partially excitement. JJ loved getting a rise out of you, but he was also very much afraid of you. 

“What-”

A large splash followed the motion of you shoving JJ over the side of the HMS pogue. 

“Atta girl.” John B snickered, watching his friend resurface from the water. 

You laid back down on your towel, joint still in hand, as JJ clambered back over the side of the boat. 

As a hurricane roared outside the chateau, rather loud music was blasting on the inside. 

The five of you were drunk- well you were drunk, you could only assume the state of the others. 

You and kie danced to a random song as the boys played cards on the counter. 

L.A love by the one and only Fergie blasted through the small speaker, you and Kie feeling the music running through you. 

At this point you and kie were borderline dirty dancing as the boys watched from a far. 

“That’s kinda hot.” John B quipped, before laying a full house down in front of him. 

“You got that right.” JJ said, taking a hit of his JUUL. 

Your bodies repeatedly dropped and twisted, your ass shaking in your small pajama shorts. 

The song ended, and the two of you made your way over to the boys in fits of giggles. 

JJ smiled as you walked to him, and he swung and arm around your waist pulling you into him. 

“were you trying to turn me on back there, or are you that oblivious?” He asked you. 

In your drunken state, you only giggled, letting a soft maybe tumble past your lips. 

“there is definitely something going on between them.” Pope grumbled, taking a sip from his beer as you and JJ shamelessly flirted with each other. 

“I would bet money on that.” John B laughed. 

And they were right. There was something going on between the two of you. It all happened one night at a kegger. You had just lost your mother, and you were doing your best to put up a front and have fun with your friends. 

after several beers and unfortunately a few cigarettes, you found yourself sobbing in the chateau living room. After losing sight of you a while ago, JJ decided to try and find you. 

He stumbled in the doors only to find you crying on the couch. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked softly, bending down and taking your face from your hands. 

You didn’t answer. Your eyes mesmerized by his glassy blue ones. This is the first time you actually had a good look at the boy. His pink chapped lips sat perfectly on his face. His light stubble glistening from the beer remaining on his lips. His cheeks were flushed, and you don’t think you had ever seen anyone so beautiful before. 

“no, i’m not.” You finally sniffled, tearing your eyes away from his. 

“I know it’s hard y/n, but we’re gonna get through this together.” He told you. 

“I don’t care, I just want to stop hurting.” You said, using your shirt to wipe the tears falling from your eyes. 

You looked back into his eyes, and you made a swift decision. 

You placed your hands on either side of his face, inching closer to him. 

“Y/n what are you doing?” He whispered, and you shook your head. 

“Just, please. I want to feel something other than pain.” You whispered back. 

“I can’t, you’re not in a good state righ-” 

“JJ.” You stopped him. You could practically see the gears turning behind his eyes.

“please” you muttered. 

You closed the gap in between you, pressing your soft plump lips to his contrasting chapped ones. 

You only barely pulled away to say, “I just want to stop hurting, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

JJ’s eyes softened as his replied, “Okay, I can do that.” 

He wrapped his arms under your legs and he carried you to the spare bedroom. 

You hadn’t really even made an agreement, when you were hurting you came to him. and vice versa. Eventually, it just happened more and more. You spent more nights together than anyone would have ever imagined. And the causal comfort of one another soon blossomed into something much more. 

Nobody knew anything, until one morning John B went to wake JJ for an early morning fishing trip. 

 Without knocking, he entered his room. Not to be met with one sleeping figure, but two. And upon closer inspection, he realized who was wrapped up in his best friends arms. 

He moved quietly to wake JJ, and when his eyes opened he realized his position. 

Careful not to wake you, he whispered to John B, “Give me like 5″ 

When JJ finally entered the kitchen, John B sent him a questioning glance. 

“What?” JJ asked, reaching for a box of cereal. 

“What was that back there?”

“Nothing, we’re just friends.”

“Yeah, because I wake up naked with my friends all the time.” John B scoffed. 

JJ just rolled his eyes, not wanting to get into this at the moment. 

Pope noticed a pink toothbrush in the bathroom of JJ’s bathroom one morning. Confused, he brought it to the porch where the rest of you were seated. 

“Uh, JJ?” He asked

JJ turned to look behind him, seeing pope with a pink toothbrush in his hand. 

He gestured to the object and sent JJ a questioning glance. 

“It’s y/n’s man, you got a point here?” JJ Replied, attempting to light the joint that was hanging from his lips.  

“Yeah, why is it in your bathroom dude.” He remarked. 

“Because she brushes her teeth.” 

“Obviously JJ, But why your bathroom. Why not the spare?” He teased. 

“Because I was brushing my teeth in his bathroom pope, It’s not that hard to understand.” You scoffed, taking your toothbrush from his hand and returning to JJ’s bathroom to put it back where it belonged. 

JJ shot Pope a look that said “I told you so”

“I just thought it was odd since John B found you two naked in bed the other day.” Pope spoke as he sat down. 

JJ dropped the lighter from his hand as the joint fell from his open mouth, making John B and pope raise their eyebrows knowingly.

“JB are you kidding me?” He whispered yelled, wiping the ash off of his shorts. 

“What man, you said it was nothing, so I didn’t think You’d mind if I told him.” John B laughed. 

You sarah and Kie were having a girls night one night. Doing face masks and hair as girls usually do. 

“Hey y/n, I was wondering If you and JJ wanted to go on a double date with me and John B?” sarah asked. 

“What? why?” You laughed, thinking it was odd. 

“Oh, I thought you two were a thing, john B said he found you two in bed with each other the other morning.” She smirked. 

Before you could respond Kie yelled, “HE FOUND YOU TWO WHAT NOW?” 

JJ roughly pressed his hips to yours, you had your hands in his hair and the air in the van was getting thicker by the second. 

“JJ please.” You moaned, lifting your hips to meet his. 

“I don’t think we have time y/n, they just ran in for a minute.” He responded, breathing into your mouth as your tongues danced with each other.

You gripped his biceps and groaned when he ground right down onto your heat. 

“Please J, we can be fast.” You whined.

contemplating, he rose to check if the others were walking out of the store. As his eyes reached the thresh hold of the window, he was met with the faces of John B, pope and kie. 

They all had knowing smirks plastered on their faces, and he sighed, collapsing down on top of you. 

“Not fast enough.” He groaned. You were confused until the back door of the van opened. You turned to meet the faces of your friends. 

“He he , hey guys. Uh, how long have you been there?” You laughed nervously, fumbling to get out from underneath the larger boy. 

“Long enough.” Kie laughed, throwing your tank top at you. 

Suddenly very hot, you pulled the material over your head and attempted to fix your disheveled hair. You could feel the splotches forming over your body.

“so, just nothing right?” John B quipped. 

You turned to see JJ looking at you. 

“Uh, “You turned back to your friends ,” No?” You spoke 

They laughed and Pope spoke, “I knew those fucking jokes meant something, how could we be so blind.” He said dramatically. 

Embarrassed, you hung your head low as they all piled into the van. 

JJ pulled you into a kiss before saying, “well y/n, our relationship is out now.”

You smiled as the others turned to look at the two of you. 

“Aw, the only thing better than seeing you smile baby is seeing you orgasm.” JJ smirked, causing everyone to groan as John B turned to start the Van. 

There it was 

“JJ!”

#JJ Imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #Outer Banks #outer banks smut #john b imagines #pope heyward #jj maybank smut #Smut #outer banks imagine

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Of Bad Beer and Summer Nights. #Writer Wednesday 04/28/21 Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: it’s just another summer day at the pool. Sunbathing before your shift starts, the day changes drastically when you cannot take your eyes off a handsome stranger.

Warning: mention of alcohol and swearing. NSFW +18 SMUT (oral and p in v sex)

Paring: Javier Peña x F! reader

A/N: Another take on the #Writer Wednesday challenge by @autumnleaves1991-blog !!

Not me basing all this on the label of the beer that’s shown on the cans and my obsession with Javier Peña and his ridiculous fashion choices. This is the first thing I write with a little spice on it and I’m still not that comfortable but we’re getting there. Not beta’d and my eyes are burning so I have read it just once so if they’re any mistakes, misspellings and bad grammar I’m really sorry.

Of bad beer and summer nights

The kids’ screams from the pool muffles the tunes of some old ranchera blasting from the bar’s stereo. The old guard of retire men gather around the plastic white tables drinking cold beer and playing dominoes and you lower your book, sunbathing under this blazing sun, and smile; this is your childhood, your home and even that you had convinced yourself that you were done with this, that you wanted to run away, this speaks to your nostalgia and the fondest memories you own.

The heat makes you lazy and your stretch your body feeling your bones as if they were made of jelly. You drop the book on your stomach; you were not actually paying too much attention to it anyway and look around the pool: kids running around with water guns, angry mothers trying to control them and the men on the bar. Usually they’re around 70 or plus on average, they occupy their usual spot under the parasols early in the morning and spend their time doing their retirement routine: newspaper, same old conversation and complain about the world, beer and dominoes, until it’s time to eat or to switch their drink to coffee. But today a tall, lean, brown haired man is breaking the age median. He’s younger and stands out not only for his strong physic but because he wears a bright pink shirt and some yellow aviators and the tightest jeans you’ve seen on a man. You’re sure you’d question anybody else’s fashion choice if they were wearing that, but surprisingly, it fits him, probably because he exudes confidence, maybe it’s his broad shoulders, maybe it’s his golden skin revealed by the way–too-much-unbuttoned shirt he wears, maybe it’s his dark hair or his striking features or maybe it’s because of his dark coffee brown eyes that are fixed on you. His eyes. Shit.

You were so absorbed looking at him that you didn’t realize he had taken off his glasses and it’s now seated facing the pool and you from the bar. He smirks when you try, ungracefully, to grab your book back, the paper is stuck to your skin since you had spread it generously with tanning oil. The pages are ruined but you actually don’t care, you just open it before your eyes and try to conceal that you were looking at him like a creep. After a few minutes, you raise the novel just enough to see if he's looking but he's gone. Disappointed, you turn to the other side and let the sun bronze your skin and achieve that serene state that you had before he arrived at the pool.

"Hey, you, burnt sloth, it's time" somebody pokes on your shoulder

"Burnt sloth, seriously?" You say, you feel your mouth is dry and your brain is slowly coming back to life "it's my shift already?"

"Yep, actually you're two minutes late" Marisa grabs the elastic of your bikini bottom and pulls it and lets it go until it slaps your skin

"Ouch! I'm coming" you finally get up

"C'mon, Mr. Garcia has joined the party at the bar, and you'll be late for his speech on the loss of traditional family values" she announces. You glance at the other side of the pool, the old man walks with difficulty towards his retired friends table

"Shit, you do it on purpose" you say and Marisa smirks "my shift always starts when there's one of the annoying customers time to arrive, that's not fair"

"Is there anybody attending the bar?!" You both turn to see Mr. Garcia raising his cane and screaming at you

"I'm coming" you answer, grabbing your jean shorts and the white shirt with staffwritten on it. You toss your clothes on over your bikini and run towards the bar.

"Sorry, Mr. Garcia, the usual?" You ask while tying up your apron

"Yes, please. This is what's wrong with this country now the youth has lost the will to work hard to really make an effort…"

Even his friends roll their eyes, but you know it will be a minute until he finishes the list of bad things he wants to rant about.

Marisa has occupied your deck chair and winks at you while she spreads her sun cream. Bitch you mutter towards her and she smiles and lays back.

The rest of your shift consists in ignoring Mr. Garcia and looking at Marisa with jealousy. When the sun is almost gone she joins you on the counter.

"I'll have until Jack comes to pick me up, I thought you needed some company" she says bending herself over the bar to grab a glass

"Yeah, now that they're about to leave, how convenient" you point to the old men table "what do you want?"

"Beer please"

You take two ice cold cans and serve hers on her glass while you keep yours under the wood counter

“Tomorrow you will take my shift by the way" you say leaning on the fridge

"Nope" she says having a sip of her drink

"You wanna bet?" You counter knowing that she likes to play. She thinks about it for a second but when you open the cards box and leave the deck in front of her she nods

"Just for tomorrow though" Marisa shakes your hand and you distribute the cards between you two.

You try to focus on the game, she's better than you and you really don't want to take another shift like this. But all your concentration leaves your body once you see out of the corner of your eyes, a pink bright shirt and a tall figure.

"Hi, are you ready Pops?" He says, his voice is deep while he gently taps on one of the old men at the table

"No, give me a minute, I'm actually winning for once" he says laying one of the domino pieces on the table

"Right" he smiles warmly at him and you think he couldn't be more handsome but he actually approach the counter and now, looking at him closer he’s even more attractive

“Can I have a beer please?” he asks taking a seat on a stool. You nod and grab one from the fridge.

He examines the golden can with an arched eyebrow “Don’t you have a bud?”

“No, we only have calidad (quality) and let me warn you that the title is actually ironic” you answer, for a second you hope he doesn’t actually get mad at your little joke but he smiles widely “I trust you then, I won’t take my chances with this so... can I have a whiskey then?” he pass you the can and you turn to put it back on the fridge and glance over the bottles you have. All of them are the cheapest labels on the market, but you know your boss reserves some good old Jack Daniels well hidden and you crouch down to get it from the back of the utilities cupboard.

“I don’t know if I want that drink either if you took it from where you keep the cleaning stuff” he laughs

“Don’t worry, it’s legit, it’s my boss’s. He doesn’t want to expend one cent on the clients but for himself...that’s another thing” you pour him the amber liquor and you cannot help but notice that he’s looking at you intently

“You don’t serve whiskey often, right?” he gets closer and almost whispers it in your ear

“Why?” you ask and raise your head suddenly realizing that you’re really close. His scent is intoxicating, some fresh body wash and the musk of his cologne mixed with the whiskey you’re serving him

“Normally you will serve just two or three fingers” he explains putting two of his fingers on the glass so you can see what he means, the glass is half full.

“Shit” you stop pouring and leave the bottle on the counter while he chuckles

“Either that or you’re really generous or I’m and excellent costumer” he jests

“You are!” you respond right away and you clear your throat once you realize how stupid it sounded “or I’m a terrible waitress, I think that’s more probable”

“Agreed!” Marisa claims, you actually forgot about her

“I don’t think so” he shakes his head “You were really honest about the quality of the beer, you could have just gave me that trash and say nothing”

“Well, I’m drinking one while working, I keep it hidden under the counter and I’m gambling with my friend to see if I can change my shift for hers tomorrow” you confess, he looks amused at you

“What shift is that?” he asks

“Morning, there’s none” Marisa answers

“You actually cannot take that shift” he looks at you now

“Why?” you say puzzled

“Because you’re busy tonight, probably will arrive late and you should sleep” he sips his whiskey and you still observe him not understanding

“I’m not...”

Marisa smack her lips “she’s clueless”

“I see” he smiles again, that damn smile “at what time do you close?”

“She’ll be off at seven” Marisa answers and you turn your head from one to the other like you’re watching a tennis game you don’t really understand

“What are you...”

“He’s asking you out, dummie” Marisa rolls her eyes at you with a frustrated grunt

“Oh!”

“If it’s alright for you unless you really want that early morning shift” he looks at you from under his lashes and you don’t know how a man like that can be smoldering hot one minute and this cute the next

“She’s going!” Marisa answers before you could make your mind

“Wait, I have nothing to wear and I have to...”

“There’s a dress on my locker, the code is 6754 and I don’t trade my shift anyway, you don’t have excuses” a car horns from the door “That’s Jack, don’t take no for an answer!” she points to the man running towards her boyfriend’s car.

“There’s no pressure, if you don’t want to...”

“No, I want to, really” you say focusing on the stains on your apron

“I’m Javi by the way” he smiles fondly and raises his hand, you respond with your name and shake it

“Really nice to meet you” you say softly

“Let’s go, son, this damned dominoes are jinxed!” his father walks out from the table gathering a few laughs and jokes from his friends

Javi reaches from his wallet when Mr. Garcia raises his cane again “Don’t let him pay, anything he had it’s on me”

You look at him confused and Javier, for the first time in your brief acquaintance looks shy and actually uncomfortable. He thanks the man and walks to his father about to leave the place

“I’ll pick you up at seven” he says, winking at you

“Can we have the check young lady or do we have to do it ourselves” Mr. Garcia gets you out of your daydreaming and you rush to clean up and say goodbye to the old loyal customers before they leave you alone to close.

You don’t actually have time to do much, just shower and look inside Marisa’s locker hoping for the best. You find a white summer dress and some flat sandals that fit you, you try your best with your hair and the little make up you have in your bag. And you wait for Javi to arrive.

He’s punctual, arriving just on time on his pick up car.

“Hi”

“Hi” he has changed for another bright shirt, this time blue that matches his skin perfectly. He wears those yellow sunglasses and the same tight jeans and you cannot believe that you actually think it’s the most gorgeous a man has look ever. You staring more that you should again, how the muscles on his forearm tense and relax while driving

“We’re going outside Laredo, if you don’t mind” he says eventually

“It’s fine by me, unless you’re planning to kill me and leave me in the middle of nowhere” you shot

“No, I’m not planning to do that” he chuckles

He takes you to one of those big restaurants outside the city with live music and the best BBQ you’ve ever tasted. The conversation flows nicely even if you have to slap yourself sometimes because you continue to stare in a very obvious way.

“So, why did Mr. Garcia pay for your drink?” you ask after while “He never does one kind thing for nobody, are you a celebrity or something?” you joke

“You actually don’t know?” he drinks from his beer and he has a curious look on him

“No, are you famous?”

He makes a gesture with his hand “Mmm more or less”

“I go every weekend to the movies so it’s certainly not movies” you guess and you place your hand on your chin “Singing? Do you sing rancheras? it’s the only thing he likes so... c’mon sing!”

“You don’t want to hear that”

“Okay, so it’s not singing” you bite your lip trying to come up with something “are you one of those dude’s that do that thing with the lasso” and you mimic the gesture

“A professional cowboy?” he laughs out loud “No, nothing really artistic about my fame”

“Okay” you reflect on what he said and after a few minutes you slap the table “I got it! You’re actually a very famous mobster and Mr. Garcia owes you money, always thought he had some shady business going on”

“Do I look like a mobster?” he laughs

“No! I don’t mean it like that”

“But you thought about it”

“It’s just...” you stutter

“What?”

“You exude confidence, you look cocky and very sure of yourself kinda like you own the place when you walk in and people do what you say” you explain blushing “dangerous and sexy” the beer is kicking in harder than you thought and you lean on his shoulder “like you can kill somebody” his amused expression fades and a dark and timid veil covers his face

“Oh shit” you answer “ H-have you?” you murmur, he nods softly and averts his eyes

“Well, if you’re not in jail I guess you are...law enforcement? army?”

“DEA” he responds with a deep breath

“How...how does a DEA agent become famous?”

“I was part of the team that hunted Pablo Escobar” he answers, his arms are crossed on the table and he’s looking down

“Are you kidding?” you gasp “Did you meet him? Are you the one that shot him?”

“I was not even there when it happened and never actually met him”

You can see his eyes glowing and how tense he looks now, all confidence and bravado is gone and he finishes his beer leaving your date in an uncomfortable point

“I’m sorry I brought that up” you brush your hand over his, yours looking small against his “I was joking, I’m obviously clueless about dates and have a big mouth, I’m sorry again”

“No, no” he holds your hand between his warm palms “I really thought you’d heard, that’s why I wanted to take you out from Laredo where everybody brings that up”

You hold your head on your hands “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry”

“Hey, hey!” he takes your hands and brushes his fingers on your chin until you look at him in the eye “It’s not your fault, let’s move on, okay?” his thumb is closer now to your lower lip and you see his eyes lowering until he’s looking at your mouth for a second before he points to the dance floor “Do you dance?”

“Not well”

“Me neither”

“Do we give it a go and make a fool of ourselves?” he asks holding your hand and you nod enthusiastically

The people on the dance floor judge you when you actually don’t know the moves that goes with this type of music, but you’re laughing like little kids and you see how he tries to hold you every time he gets the chance, his big hands on your waist, and arm on your lower back that burns like the sun and when finally they change to a slow song, he presses you against his chest and you moan softly when he locks you there with his hands on your back. You reach for his neck and tangle your fingers on his nape.

“I have a confession to make, agent” you whisper on his ear

“Hm?”

“I was looking at you at the pool and hoped that you came back when you left and actually ruined my novel in the process”

“And I was looking back at you and came back to pick up my father when he actually didn’t need it” he responds, his warm breath over your temple, you smile openly and you think your heart could leave your chest in that very moment

“and another thing...”

“Yes?”

“I never actually liked guys with mustache and now all I can think about is how does it feel when you kiss” you hide your face from him feeling his laughter resonate on his chest

“Wanna try?”

You raise your head even though your cheeks burn and your rational brain in screaming that you barely know the guy but then his lips brush over your softly and they’re as soft as they looked, you let him lead you mainly because the sensation is overwhelming and when he gently touches your mouth with his tongue you let him in, you let him taste you and you moan, Javi smiles briefly over your soft expression of pleasure and becomes more eager, hardening the kiss. You don’t know how long you’ve been there but when you break the kiss your head is spinning and you have to hold onto his shoulders

“So?” he says with a cocky smile

“Nice, really nice”

You don’t want this night to end, you park alongside the riverbank in Laredo, he has put down a big blanket on his pickup truck so you’re comfortable seating on it and Javier bought some cold beer at the gas station. The summer night is clear; the moon and stars shine and are reflected on the black waters of the river and you can only hear the soft sounds of the insects and the breeze moving the grass.

“Can I ask you something?” you’re both seated next to each other, swinging your legs until you touch him

“Yes”

“Why did you choose the DEA?”

“I just wanted to get away from here” he shrugs

“You caused too much trouble? Broke too many hearts?” you jest tapping his arm with your elbow

“Why do you say that?” he turns to face you

“You look like someone who could do that” you murmur “Are you going to break my heart?” Now you adjust your position so now you’re both face to face

“I hope not”

You think over his answer, it’s actually pretty honest. You had had promises of eternal love and “never ever going to hurt you” before and then they left you with your heart bleeding and your confidence undermined. So you prefer this, the truth. Neither of you know what’s going to happen, there’s only tonight and that you don’t want to get back to real world. The river, the moon and the two of you on his car are the only thing real, they only thing that exists right now.

You arise on your knees and save the distance between you holding his head on your hand. It’s you who lead the kiss this time and he lets you savor him. He holds your hips and gently pushes you on his lap. You lower your kisses to his jaw and then his neck tasting his perfume mixed with his sweat that it’s the only thing you’ve been thinking about doing since this morning, he emits a guttural moan and you feel your arousal between your thighs. Your hands act faster that you can think and unbuttons his shirt. In the moonlight his skin is soft and it’s splattered in small freckles that you kiss trying to count each one with a touch of your lips.

He doesn’t stay still for much longer and raises your summer dress kneading the skin of your legs, up to your butt and your hips. He separates you from him and you’re about to complain when you feel he’s pushing you softly to the blanket. You lay down taking a deep breath while your gaze at the night sky full of tiny bright dots that reminds you of his skin and how you crave to have him on your lips again.

You raise your head once you feel him touching your calf, his fingers softly trailing over you until he take off your sandals, and when it’s done, he grabs your legs and roam his hands up and down on them until he pulls your legs apart. Javier gets in the space between your legs and without breaking his burning look at your eyes, he takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt.

“Please” you whisper and reach your hand towards him; he takes it and kisses your palm before bending over you. The hunger you have for his lips is finally over when he kisses you again deep and moaning against your lips.

He mimics what you did earlier and bites your jaw and your neck, scattering kisses over your clavicles. He gets up an instant just to take off your dress and admires you for a second before continuing his kisses where he had left them. You bend your back when your breasts are exposed to the fresh summer air but are immediately cover by his big warm hands and then his mouth graze each one with the most delicious attention kissing and licking your nipples until biting your lip can’t contain your whimpers

“You don’t have to be quite, there’s none” he says liberating your lower lip from your bite with his thumb “Your moans will be only for my ears and I want to listen to every single one of them” he says and leaves a kiss on your sternum before grabbing your waist pressing his face on your stomach and again repeats the action of spattering kisses and soft bites to your skin.

Once he reaches the elastic of your panties he looks at you intently. You’re a moaning mess, squirming under his touch and feeling your flesh ablaze even if the night is actually quite fresh

“Please” you whisper again and he softly raises your hips rolling the lace over your thighs. The midnight air makes you shiver. He kisses again your belly over the tan marks biting gently your hip bones before parting your legs widely.

He softly tortures you avoiding your core. His mouth licking and brushing his teeth on each thigh deeper and deeper and before arriving to the center he changes his position to the other leg

“Javi” you moan

“You’re so beautiful” he murmurs, lying on his side he leans his head on your inner right thigh. He’s as gentle as first as he was before leaving tempting kisses on your mount and folds before opening your lips to drink of you eagerly. His moans resonate through your body as an electric current and your nails scratch the blanket bellow. You call his name like a prayer, the pleasure is uncontrollable while you hope for release, he slides his fingers inside you and pumps them upwards and then you are lost in his presence and in the night above you. You hear yourself scream, your conscience is far away.

He hushes you and holds you in his arm and you waste no time in kissing him again, a deep hard kisses in which you pour all your passion and your lust. Your hands act on their own and you reach for his jeans and force them down enough until your palming his cock.

Javi understand your needs and takes down his jeans and underwear rapidly coming back to the position between your thighs. Your eyes are locked on his body admiring how he touches himself and you raise your upper body to caress his chest

“Please Javi I need you”

“Lay down” he orders, his voice is lower now and you quiver “Impatient girl” he smirks

You obey and Javier grabs your hips and he adjusts himself towards your entrance. You open your mouth once he penetrates you but there’s no sound coming out of your lips. He mutters praises for you and bends over to kiss you again. Your tongues intertwine as he’s deep inside of you, burying himself inside and getting out again and again until you’re panting looking for that ecstatic pleasure.

You cover his moans with a deep kiss once he reaches his orgasm and you hold him there. Breathing the scent of the surroundings, your sweat and his combined, you stay there until you’re calm, relaxed, and exhausted in the sweetest way.

“Thank you for not letting me change my shift” you say after a few minutes

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[dangerouscommiesubversive]

someone behind me was tracing my steps / maybe you’re better off this way

Fandom: Kamen Rider Ryuki

Characters: Asakura Takeshi, Kido Shinji

Songs: "After the Fall," October Project & "Passive," A Perfect Circle (playlist here)

Takeshi’s sitting against the wall, bleeding out, and the mirror guy—Kanzaki, right—is standing over him, mouth twisted in something he vaguely recognizes as dismay. “I can’t use this, there’s barely any energy left,” he says, not to Takeshi, and there sure as hell isn’t anyone else in the room. “I’ll have to reset.”

“Hang on a second.” Takeshi coughs and feels his mouth fill up with the taste of copper, which isn’t such a bad flavor when you get down to it. “What about my wish?”

Kanzaki doesn’t even look at him, already fucking around with the mirror. “You don’t want anything, there’s no point.”

“Sure I want something.”

“…what on Earth could you want at this point? It’s all going to be reset anyway.”

Takeshi grins up at him, knowing that it’s sure to be an unnerving sight with his teeth all over blood. “Lemme remember.”

“Out of the question. Giving one participant unnecessary foreknowledge would interfere with the procedure.”

“Nah, nah, I’m not gonna interfere with shit. It was just a hell of a time.” Takeshi looks up just as Kanzaki is looking down and grins his bloody grin a little wider. “I like to remember times when I had fun. Looking forward to doing it over again. Let me remember.”

---

It’s not until he graduates university that Shinji realizes that he’s missing something.

Slightly after, really. He graduates, he works some shitty part-time gigs, he does some freelancing, and then Ookubo gets in touch and offers him a job at Ore Journal. That’s all fine, but when he steps through the door of the Ore offices he’s hit with a wave of déjà vu so powerful that he nearly trips and falls face-first into Reiko’s desk. Fortunately he catches himself before anyone notices. It had been bad enough trying to explain to his mother about the girl who lived in his mirror when he was thirteen; he can’t imagine how the people here would react to, “I remember walking into this room for the first time at least eight times over.”

He gets a grip on himself, but the feeling of loss stays. He’s missing something, and he doesn’t know what. Sometimes he’ll get a glimpse of it, he’ll pass someone on the street or overhear a snatch of conversation and a fragment of memory will overwhelm him, but he never gets everything.

From the bits that he sees, he’s not sure that he wants to get everything. It might be better to be missing something than to remember.

---

Takeshi’s known that he’s missing something for a long time now, and whatever it is, he wants it back.

He’s not exactly an educated guy, but he knows himself pretty well, and the idea that there’s a big chunk of him missing is galling. He can feel its absence. He can’t tell what it is, it hasn’t got any kind of useful shape, no edges that he can detect, but it’s his. And since he wouldn’t just go carving out part of himself, that means he’s been robbed.

He doesn’t take kindly to being robbed.

Mostly, though, he can ignore it, the way you ignore a hole in the wall that you don’t feel like repairing yet. He does what he likes, gets what he wants, eats when there’s food, and doesn’t think about it unless he reaches for something in his mind and finds that it isn’t there.

And then he sees the journalist.

Some sweet-faced kid, he is, showing up at a bar that Takeshi likes and bugging the regulars about a local ghost story that Takeshi knows for a fact is bullshit. He doesn’t try coming over to Takeshi’s corner, because the bartender visibly warns him off, but he’s talking to everyone else. That suits Takeshi fine. He can just sit with his drink and watch and remember, in shards and splinters, tantalizing and incomplete.

Kido Shinji is what’s printed on the business card he swipes from the bartender once the journalist leaves, with the address of a tea shop written on the back in pen.

Now there’s a name that rings a bell.

He stares down at the card for a moment, not sure whether he’s pleased or furious, and then heads out. Guy couldn’t have gone far.

---

Shinji gets through the door and is immediately handed an apron and a bandana for his hair. “Dishes.”

“What—Ren, I just got here.”

“Yeah, and there are dirty dishes. I don’t have time to deal with them, there are customers.” Ren squints at him for a moment, frowning. “What’s wrong with you, anyway?”

Shinji pauses in the middle of tying back his hair, uneasy. “I’ll tell you once there aren’t customers. Where’s Miyu—he’s still working, ok.”

Ren rolls his eyes. “Apparently that middle schooler who was here last week told all of her friends about him, he’s been busy all day.”

There are a lot of dishes piled up, and it keeps Shinji busy until Ren’s shooing out the last customers of the day. Atori’s different without the old lady, but it’s not a bad different; hopefully she’s happy in whatever warm place she moved to after she sold the shop to Ren. She’d certainly never seemed happy here.

He’s happy here. In a stable place, with a little bit of stable work apart from Ore, with people who inexplicably love him for reasons that none of them quite remember clearly.

When the last customer is out the door, Ren leans back against the counter, arms folded across his chest, and says, “So something’s bothering you, spit it out.”

Shinji frowns down into the dishwater. “I think someone was following me again today.”

“What, again? How long’s this been going on now, two weeks?”

“Three and a half. Ever since that thing I was looking into about the ghost, do you remember that one?” One saucer in the dish rack, start washing the next piece. “Maybe I pissed off the ghost.”

“You said there wasn’t a ghost.”

“Well, yeah, but what if there was and now it’s following me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re not being chased by a ghost.”

Shinji glances nervously over his shoulder, as if he’ll see his ghost reflected in the tea shop window. “How can we be sure, though?” He picks up another dirty cup and starts to wash it. “Some of the things I remember…”

Ren’s arms wrap around him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. “They aren’t here,” more softly and gently than he usually speaks. “No ghosts. Just you, me, and Miyuki.”

“No ghosts.” Shinji takes a deep breath. “You’re right. No ghosts.”

---

The place isn’t tough to break into. Decent locks, but nothing Takeshi can’t get past with a crowbar. He lets himself in and looks around the vaguely-familiar tea shop with interest before heading past the counter and to the back. Stairs lead up to the apartment above, and sure, they creak a little, but that’s nothing to worry about. After all, he’s still got the crowbar if he really needs it.

Upstairs, the place is chaotic in sort of a cute way, decorated as it is by three people with clearly pretty different sensibilities, fragments of three very different lives on display. It smells faintly of frying oil, too. Someone made something good for dinner tonight. On a whim, he checks the fridge, finds a container of leftover gyoza, and eats them absently as he contemplates the shopping list stuck to the freezer door. Eggs, rice, sliced pork belly, in neat handwriting that definitely isn’t Kido’s.

He finishes the gyoza and the tail-end of a carton of milk, leaving the empty containers behind on the counter and picking up his crowbar again as he heads toward the back of the apartment.

There are three bedrooms, and none of them are marked, doors closed against the darkened hallway. Checking each one would be a hassle, and might lead to more trouble than Takeshi feels like getting in right now. Instead he just remembers how jumpy Kido seemed even before Takeshi started following him and lets intuition lead him to the room closest to the fire escape.

The door swings open, and the first thing he sees is a cloth square on the wall. A covered mirror.

There we go.

Kido’s asleep, sprawled across the bed with his head tossed back and his hair spread out on his pillow, throat pale and exposed. Alone, which makes things a little easier. There’s a computer desk set up in the corner of the room; Takeshi grabs the chair from it, drags it over next to the bed, and sits, resting the end of the crowbar on the floor as he’s saying, softly and cheerfully, “Hey, Kido. Wake up.”

A shift, an irritated mumble, “Not time to—” and then one eye opening halfway and the jolt, Kido scrambling upright in the bed, one hand flung out to the side reaching for something that isn’t there.

What isn’t there?

Splinters reform into another regained memory: a deck of cards in an elaborate case, gleaming purple metal smooth and cool in Takeshi’s hands. There’s a name that goes with it, or maybe more than one, faint and still lost but centimeters from the tip of his tongue.

Kido’s gone white as a pan of milk, hand still empty because they’re in a world with no decks, now, no monsters that Takeshi suddenly remembers with fondness, not nearly as much fun, and Takeshi leans forward on his crowbar and smiles, friendly, like, and says, “Come on, Kido, I remember you being more interesting.”

---

Shinji can hear his heart beating over the ringing in his ears. There’s a bit of light coming in from between the mostly-closed curtains, just enough to see by, and with his hand coming up empty and his unwelcome guest illuminated so that only golden hair and white teeth are visible, he is assailed by memory.

He knows this man.

From the corner of the bar where he’d been looking into that ghost story, sure, the one the bartender had told him not to bother, but also from before, from ten befores or more. A killer, vicious and cheerfully so, dangerous to be around, but beneath the adrenaline thrum Shinji can feel another pulse, pity, pity, pity, perhaps misplaced but still there.

He fights to get his breathing under control and says, “Asakura. What are you doing here?”

“You took something of mine.” Asakura’s head tilts slowly to the side, semi-friendly grin still visibly. “I came to get it back.”

“I don’t have anything of yours.”

“Never said you did. I said you took it. Didn’t say I thought you had it.”

“That…you know that doesn’t make sense, right?”

“None of this makes sense, Kido. We live in a world that revolves around a guy like you.” Asakura leans forward, one hand darting out to grab Shinji’s chin, ragged nails digging into his skin. In the dim light his eyes are flat and dark and predatory as their gazes lock, only taking on any gleam as he drinks in…something, whatever he’s getting from looking at Shinji like this. Shinji nearly asks, in fact, but he can’t quite speak, and anyway Asakura’s talking again, still as cheery and conversational as he has been. “Used to be, I got the deck in my hands and I’d remember all of it. That was the deal. Don’t know how the mirror guy finally bit it, but whatever happened, you’re the key to everything now.”

Shinji’s considering shouting for Ren, because even if he did have a dragon at his beck and call, the mirror is covered. Then, of course, he notices the crowbar. And Asakura continues to look at him, searching for something that Shinji is apparently giving him.

“Pathetic.” Abruptly, Asakura lets go again. “You used to be fun, Kido.” He stands, shouldering the crowbar like a baseball bat, and heads for the open bedroom door, only pausing briefly to say, “Call me if you ever decide to get the band back together, yeah?”

Shinji remains frozen for what seems like a long time after he’s gone, dizzy with memory and his heartbeat noisy in his own ears.

He doesn’t remember the end of things. None of the ends of things, actually, and he’s not sure if the others know that it happened more than once, how many times they were put through the same wringer. Whatever it was, though, whatever he or they finally did, it was permanent.

He never would have expected someone to resent him for it.

Finally he finds the focus to move, raising a hand to rub at the sore spots on his jaw before getting out of bed.

Miyuki’s bed is disturbed by unoccupied, and this fills him with a banked and indistinct dread until he comes to Ren’s room and finds them both there, Miyuki sprawled as inelegantly as always and snoring lightly at Ren’s side. Ren is awake, barely. “Bad dreams all around tonight, I guess,” he slurs as Shinji closes the door, and moves over to make space. “Wha’ was yours about?”

Shinji curls up beside him and says, softly, “Just ghosts.”

---

Takeshi strolls down the middle of the empty street, crowbar on his shoulder, in such a good mood now that he’s very nearly whistling. It’s a damp night; the streetlights make shadows in the fog that look like old friends he now remembers, any number of enormous beasts stalking him as he walks. Which makes him want to laugh, and so he laughs, and the sound bounces off the buildings and the fog in an echo that could go on forever.

“Goddamn,” he says to a fog-reflection that shifts and changes with every step he takes, now a vast snake, now a rhino, now a stingray. “That was a good time, wasn’t it.”

The fog makes no reply, but the shadow continues to follow him down the street as the echoes of his laughter die away, and after a moment, feeling almost jaunty, he starts to whistle.

#kido shinji #asakura takeshi #fanfiction #30 day shuffle challenge

[kellbellsparkles]

Chapter 1 of my new Ratchet and Clank fanfic I call "Family". Clank and Rivet have built in mini Dimensionators so they can travel freely only between the two dimensions.

In the present day, Ratchet and Clank hopped over to Rivet and Kit's dimension to explore their version of Veldin. The night was bright with bustling buildings and night goers looking for a good time.

"This is seriously Veldin?" Ratchet remarked in awe. "I mean, I haven't been back to mine in a long time, but it's always had this open, dusty frontier field; the kind of dusty where kids could stand by tumbleweeds and look cool with their toothpicks and cowboy hats."

"You can thank my Nefarious for that," Rivet said. "It's the one thing that everybody can't just let go of."

"It makes sense if it is all they have ever known," Clank said.

"Along with being able to document history as he saw fit," Kit added.

"Do you know who will be in charge of the new era, Rivet?" Clank asked.

"I haven't bothered paying attention to all that," she replied while shrugging. "I'm all about the here and now." She beamed suddenly. "And here we are now!"

They arrived at a tent in between two buildings with purple neon lights. On the flaps was a sign decorated with a martini glass and four rectangles resembling cards.

"Pretty ironic to be coming to a fortune telling booth with bar," Ratchet said.

"Hey," Rivet said defensively. "Jarmin has never given a fortune that didn't come true. You want to know if you're gonna win the lottery too, right?"

"Now that I think about it," Clank said. "Receiving a fortune is much like playing the lottery. We pick any card from the fortune teller's hand or from the top of their deck depending on their dealing preference--"

"The door isn't opening itself, Bolts," Rivet cut in. She swung the flaps open. "Come on!"

The crew entered the tent. Inside was space to have a fully functioning bar. At the center were four place mats and a deck of cards. The owner, Jarmin, was a fongoid.

"Party of four today?" He asked.

"Yup," Rivet said. As she reached for her wallet, Jarmin raised his hand.

"It's on the house for your great service for ending the now former emperor Nefarious," he said.

"Really??" Rivet squealed. "I love you, man! I'll take a kick some sass with a drop of smash gin!"

"How about the rest of you?" Jarmin offered.

"Nah," Ratchet said, shaking his head. "I'm still new to this world."

"I do not drink," Clank added.

"Obviously," Rivet retorted.

"That is actually not correct," Kit said. "Robots can enjoy variants and equivalents of food and drink."

"But it's not like you NEED it. You and Clank don't use the bathroom."

Clank blinked curiously.

"I was not aware I needed to," he said.

"You don't," Ratchet assured. Clank tilted his head.

"Do I want to?"

"No." He patted his head gently, his eyes showing concern. He turned to Rivet, desperate to change the subject.

"So who gets the first card?"

Rivet put her hand behind Kit and ushered her forward.

"It's all you, Kitty," she said with confidence.

"Me?" Kit croaked. "But why? And why Kitty?"

"You'll get used to it. Now draw a card."

Kit shakily reached for the deck. Hesitating, she drew her arm back and looked down at the floor.

"What if it's a bad fortune?" she said with a frightened tone.

"Kitty, Kitty," Rivet said in a consoling tone. "If you get a bad fortune, all you gotta do is get it done and over with and then you'll have good things in life immediately after. Isn't that right, Jarmin?"

"It's what brings people back," he cheered as he brought Rivet her drink. "Here you are, honey." Rivet gave him a wink, a smile, and a pointed finger snap in response. Kit took a deep breath.

"Okay," she said. "I am going to do it." Her legs trembled as she took small steps towards the card deck.

"We're right behind you, Kit," Ratchet said gently.

Hearing her friend's belief in her, she stood firmly and nodded. She stood directly in front of the deck and placed her hand on the top card.

"Please do not be death or causing death," she whispered as she closed her eyes. With all her courage, she grabbed a card and held it in the air in a dramatic fashion. She stayed in the pose for a good few seconds.

"What does it say?" Clank asked.

"Oh no," Kit moaned. "Is it blank?"

"We can't see," Ratchet said. "You need to turn it around and show us."

Kit turned her whole body around with her eyes still closed.

"You need to see it yourself, too, silly goose," Rivet chuckled.

"Oh," Kit said, embarrassed. She opened her eyes and brought the card down to her level. She turned it over to see what it showed.

"Do you like what you see?" Rivet asked with a smooth grin.

"I think so," Kit responded. "It's a heart."

"The heart card means you'll be unconditionally loved for all time," Jarmin chimed.

"Awwww," Ratchet cooed. "You see, Kit?"

Kit's metal lips quivered. She burst into sobs and ran into Ratchet's arms.

"What did I do to deserve iiiiiiiiit?" she wailed.

"Of course you deserve it," Ratchet said happily, patting her back. "You're wonderful."

"My turn!" Rivet shouted, scrambling towards the deck with her drink in her hand. "Let's keep the good vibes going!" She drew the card swiftly as she took a sip. Once she took a look, her eyes gaped in horror. She spat the contents of her drink onto the card.

"Aw no!" she hollered. "No, no, NO!! Absolutely not!" She made an attempt to draw another card.

"Ah, ah, ah," Jarmin said sternly. "Only one card per customer, and you'll have to pay for the next visit."

"Dammit, Jarmin!" Rivet cried. "You can't do this to me!!"

"What's wrong, Rivet?" Ratchet asked with worried. Rivet slammed the card in front of her crew; they leaned in for a closer look.

"It looks like a stork carrying something in a white cloth," Kit said.

"I have heard of this phenomenon," Clank said. He clapped his hands cheerfully. "How exciting. You are being given a baby."

"There's nothing exciting about it!!" Rivet exclaimed angrily. "Babies are the leeches of society: they get in the way of a good night's sleep, having fun, and they poop something extraterrestrial!! And when they get older, they destroy everything they set their sights on and speak their own babbly language we only nod and pretend to understand!!"

"On the contrary," Jarmin interjected. "The stork card doesn't mean you'll have a baby. At least not right away. It mostly means that you'll make a great mother one day."

"But I don't want to be a mom," Rivet whined. "Why do women have to be engineered to be birth machines?"

"What is a birth machine?" Clank asked innocently. The room grew silent; Rivet stared at Clank, completely dumbfounded.

"Are you serious?" she snapped light. Kit stood in front of her, desperately waving her arms in the air to gesture silence.

"I-It's where the stork picks up the baby to be delivered," Ratchet stammered nervously.

"Oh my," Clank gasped. "So babies do come from genetic modifying pods. The little kids from the playground were right!"

"Yup!" Ratchet squeaked. "Kids sure are smarter than we give them credit for!" Rivet rolled her eyes.

"Overprotective much?" she said under her breath.

"I guess it's my turn now!" Ratchet exclaimed, desperate to draw the focus back to the cards again. He drew his card; he looked it over from top to bottom.

"Huh," he said, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What's this mean?" On his card was a lock box with something inside writing to get out.

"That's the trap card," Jarmin responded. "It means something is trapping you or you will be trapped by something." Ratchet's face fell.

"Oh," he said softly, his ears drooping slightly. "I feel a little attacked there."

"It will be alright, Ratchet," Clank said suddenly, coming to his rescue with a hand hold. "These cards do not have a time limit, and ultimately, we will have good fortune. We will all be here for one another." Ratchet sighed and gave a soft smile.

"Thanks, pal," he said.

"As always, Ratchet," Clank replied. He lightly skipped to the deck of cards. "Now, let us see what my fortune is." He drew a card from the deck. He turned it over and glanced with great intrigue.

"Oooooo," he said, eyes wide with wonder. However, Kit's eyes were filled with great fear as she held her hands over her mouth to conceal a yell. Rivet froze mid sip of her drink. Jarmin shuddered and bowed his head, doing a prayer motion with his hands. Ratchet was unaware of his surroundings and continued to be drawn by his friend's curiosity.

"It's blank," he said.

"It appears so," Clank replied. "This must mean there are an infinite amount of possibilities for me; so many unknowns."

"Wow, pal!" Ratchet beamed. "I think you and Kit are the big lottery winners tonight!" He stood up and stretched. "I'm ready to head back if you are." Clank trotted to Ratchet and hopped onto his back.

"Thank you again, Rivet and Kit," Clank said. I never could have imagined us acting as conduits for transporting between our dimensions without your suggestion."

As they left the tent, all Rivet, Kit, and Jarmin could do was watch them with sinking feelings in their stomachs.

"Are we really just going to let them be?" Kit shakily questioned.

"It could be what Clank said about being left up to interpretation," Rivet nervously suggested. "Right, Jarmin?"

"The fortunes depicted in the cards have always come true," he said grimly. "Orvus, have mercy." Rivet and Kit looked at each other with great uncertainty and dread.

#ratchet and clank #ratchet and clank rift apart

[kamydrawstuffs]

Fic to explain how duel links works???.doc got my interest

Hehehe, it was a scrapped fic that takes place when Kaiba invented the Duel Links app. Let’s just say that some of Zorc’s dark magic corrupted said game and chaos ensues. :3

.....I might wanna come back to it eventually.

Here’s an example of what I got in the intro if you guys are curious:

CHAPTER 1:

Introduction- Kaiba Corp Announcement

 “Attention Duelists! The CEO of Kaiba Corp has announced a new gaming system!”

 The screens around the town immediately zoomed in on Kaiba’s face. He held out his phone to the camera, “Duelists! No longer will you have to stand in the middle of the streets, hoping to find a duelist worth your time and money!”

 “That’s…a phone right? Does he know that thing got invented already?” Pointed out Joey as the others shushed him immediately to listen the rest of the broadcast. Kaiba continued,

 “Kaiba Corp has adapted to create a new gaming app for Duel Monsters! Now, you can challenge hundreds of opponents worldwide!“

 “Say what?!” Shouted Joey.

 “For any foolish person that didn’t heard me, the phone app will allow you to select a character and customize your own unique deck. Every single card from Duel Monsters history has been added to the Duel Links database.

 “I hope that doesn’t include the God Cards” Joey scratched his head,

 “I sure don’t wanna get strike by lighting using my phone…”

 “Go ahead duelist, download the app. It’s free… But for those who challenge me will pay the price of total humiliation! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

 “Geezh, does Kaiba always have to end his speech with an evil laugh? It doesn’t matter though, dueling has always been better with a good old fashion duel disk, right Yug-“

 Beep beep beeeep

 “Guys! What are you doing?” Screamed Joey as he turned around to his group of friends who are already glued down to their phones,

 “Downloading the app” Said Tea keeping her eyes on her screen.

 “But this is Kaiba. You really want that jerk get all your like…personal info and stuff?” Explained Joey.

 “Dude, he’s Kaiba. I’m sure he got everyone’s info already.” Pointed out Tristan,

 “He technically owns Domino at this point”

 “Huh. Touché.” Said Joey.

 “Come on! Let’s see what characters can we pick!” Cheered Yugi as he pushed play on his phone.

[kuriboo]

Hugsaku 2021

Bonus/Final: Memories | Loss | Missing a Friend 

For Hugsaku 2021, I’ve been writing a continuous story with the prompts from each day. The general story is: Yusaku ends up in Heartland with no idea how he got there and Yuma decides try to help Yusaku get home. If you’d like to read the story so far, it’s available in either my previous posts or on ao3. I’ll link to the story on ao3 in the notes.

I ended up having two completely different directions I wanted to write based on the day 6 prompts, and ended up writing two chapters for it as a result. This is the second one, and the last part of what I’ve written for hugsaku. I’ve really enjoyed this event, both writing for it and seeing what other people have done! Thanks for everything

Final Word Count: 16,586

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Yusaku woke up, and immediately realized something was different. 

He wasn’t in Yuma’s room. In a panic, Yusaku looked around the room he was in now. The last thing he remembered was talking to Yuma last night, falling asleep in his sleeping bag as usual. But there was no sleeping bag anywhere on the floor here, and the walks were a completely different color than Yuma’s room.

The walls weren’t white, though.

As he looked around, Yusaku realized that he recognized this room. It wasn’t in Yuma’s house, or anywhere in Heartland. This was the back room he used to log into Vrains sometimes. In his apartment. In Den City.

“Now I’m back here again,” Yusaku said quietly to himself. “How did I get here? What happened?”

He went over the facts in his mind.

When he arrived in Heartland, he had no idea how he got there. He’d lost his memory of what happened before that. That had left him with no idea of what exactly happened. Now, he didn’t know what happened, either, but he had a clearer picture of what had happened this time, before arriving in Den City. He’d been asleep.

“A time limit, perhaps? Or maybe some condition had to be met for…”

Neither of those options sounded very likely to Yusaku, but they were at least ideas. Before he speculated much further, however, he should probably get out of this room. Change his clothes out of the smelly school uniform he’d been wearing the entire day before. Get something to eat.

He pulled his hoodie on without even looking at the calendar. Yusaku didn’t care if it was a school day; he should deserve to skip just one day to figure out what was going on, what had happened to him, readjust to his normal schedule and normal life. And as for food, well, there was nothing Yusaku was craving more than a hot dog right now.

Once he left his room, he ran into Roboppy, who was happy and excited to see him. He made sure to explain that he wasn’t going to disappear again and would definitely return later that day before leaving his apartment.

As he left, he pulled his hood over his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Going out to get a hot dog was actually a multipurpose trip. Yusaku could figure out what happened to him later. Right now, he had to remember he was also Playmaker. He needed to check on the state of the world, figure out what was going on both inside and outside of Vrains. He couldn’t recklessly show himself to the world again before that. And if anyone would be able to help him figure that out again, it would be his partner in crime.

Cafe Nom was open for business. As Yusaku entered the line, though he noticed a sign on the vehicle announcing open hours were temporarily reduced. That made Yusaku frown. Had something happened to Jin, or had Kolter actually been closing Cafe Nom early because Yusaku had been missing?

Normally Kolter was friendly with his customers. He got to know the regulars pretty well and chatted with everyone as he prepared their orders. But as the line move ahead, Yusaku could tell something was off. Kolter was quieter than usual. He seemed distracted.

When Yusaku reached the front of the line, no one was behind him.

“One hotdog, please.”

Yusaku’s voice seem to catch Kolter’s attention. He looked up, entirely focused now. “...Yusaku? Is that…”

Yusaku pulled his hood down, and Kolter told him to get inside the truck. As Yusaku walked around to the door, Kolter closed up Cafe Nom for the day.

“You’re back!!” Kolter wrapped Yusaku into a tight hug. “I missed you, buddy, I was really worried. It’s really good to see you again.”

Yusaku felt choked up. He’d done his best while in Heartland not to let himself get caught in homesickness, but now it was hitting him how much he’d missed Kolter. Kolter, Cafe Nom, and this truck felt just as much like home if not more to Yusaku than his actual apartment these days. His eyes stung; he did his best not to let them water. Yusaku didn’t mind this hug at all. He hugged Kolter back. “I missed you, too. I’m sorry I disappeared.”

“You didn’t do anything. Don’t apologize.” Kolter let Yusaku go. He was smiling. “All that matters is you’re back now.”

“Come on, don’t Ai get a hug, too?”

Yusaku looked away from Kolter. There was a duel disk sitting in one of the chairs next to the hidden computer. He assumed it was Kolter’s. Ai was sitting on the duel disk. He voice sounded annoyed, but he seemed to have perked up at the sight of Yusaku. The annoyance didn’t translate to his body language at all.

“You’re too small for hugs.” Yusaku rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Besides, I don’t like hugs.”

“Liar! I saw you hug hot dog guy. If you didn’t like hugs you wouldn’t hug!”

“Hot dog guy…?” Kolter asked himself quietly.

“I had to get used to hugs while I was gone, that’s all,” Yusaku told Ai. “It was difficult, but I was able to handle it until I came back.”

“You don’t seem very upset about it.”

“Shut up. I’ll mute you.”

“I’m not in your duel disk, you can’t do that.”

“Wait, back up. What happened to you after you disappeared?” Kolter asked. He examined Yusaku’s face. “You don’t seem like you’re hurt or anything like that.”

“No, I’m okay.” Yusaku explained it all to Kolter. Heartland, which was in another world. The Number cards, powerful XYZ monsters that held parts of Astral’s memory and took control of duelists. Astral and Number 96. Kari, her grandmother, Tori, Bronk. Yuma. How Yuma gave him a place to stay, helped him look for a way home, how Yusaku helped Yuma look for monsters, the one time Yusaku dueled in order to save Yuma.

“Well, if you were in another world, I guess that explains why you disappeared from our end,” Kolter said. “That’s really strange, though. I never thought about there being like, another dimension besides our own, very similar to ours but still pretty different.”

“I never did either, before this all happened. But what exactly did happen?” Yusaku asked. “I don’t remember anything that happened before I showed up in Heartland. Do you know how I got there?”

“I saw what happened before you disappeared. It’s just a guess, but I can show you.” Kolter brought out the computer and navigated through its files until he found a specific video. “I saved this recording after I realized I couldn’t find you. You were at your apartment when I noticed something strange was happening in Vrains, so I called you. You logged in from your apartment to investigate.”

Kolter fast-forwarded through a good portion of the video, eventually stopping to play it.

“You should be close to it,” Kolter’s voice crackled on the computer. “Do you see anything?”

“I haven’t noticed anything so far,” Yusaku heard his own voice say. There was Playmaker on his hoverboard. “Wait, what’s that?”

Seconds after Playmaker noticed it, something huge showed on the screen. It looked like an extremely elaborate door that was closed.

“Is that a door?” Kolter’s voice asked.

Then, Yusaku heard a voice he hadn’t heard before. Yet, something about it sounded familiar. “Whoever opens this door will obtain a new power, but know with such a reward comes great risk. In exchange, they will lose what they appreciate the most.”

Ai, from the recording, laughed nervously. “That’s not ominous at all.”

Yusaku watched himself hover in place near the door. He was looking closely at it, but still maintaining enough of a distance to fee safe. What exactly was that door?

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Kolter’s voice said. “A great risk? Lose what you appreciate most? That doesn’t sound worth whatever that new power is. We can’t afford to lose anything right now.”

“But we can’t afford to lose our mission, either,” Playmaker pointed out. “A new power could help with that. Finding the Cyberse deck was risky, but we still pursued it. We did that together, but this should be something I do alone, if I’m going to do it.”

“Alone?”

“You have a lot to lose. Both of you do. I won’t ask you to make that choice. But I have nothing left to lose. What could be taken from me? I don’t know if my power is enough as is to achieve our goals. If this can help, it’s worth it.”

“I’m really not sure about this,” Kolter’s voice warned. “Something will still be taken from you. I know I can’t stop you, but—“

“I’ve already made up my mind. Ai, go somewhere you know you’ll be safe.”

Yusaku watched himself put a hand against the door and look down at his duel disk. Ai didn’t seem happy about this either. But after a moment, he disappeared. Then Yusaku saw himself open the door and hover through it, and then the door closed behind him.

The recording ended there, aimed at the closed doors.

Kolter, the present day Kolter, exited out of the recording. “You never came back out of the door, and after a while the door disappeared. Ai came to me and we hoped you’d just logged out. We couldn’t find you anywhere in Vrains. But days passed and you didn’t come back here, you weren’t in school. We weren’t sure what to think, we…” Kolter looked down at his hands. He seemed unable to look at Yusaku.

“It looked like, when I went through the door, what I lost was myself,” Yusaku said quietly.

Kolter breathed in sharply. “I… We couldn’t lose you, not now. I tried looking for you outside of Vrains, too, I kept looking, but you just weren’t anywhere. It makes sense now, though.”

“What did I lose, though?” Yusaku asked himself. “What I appreciate most…”

“Oh, let me guess, let me guess!” Ai had stayed quiet up to this point. When Yusaku wasn’t looking, Ai must have reentered Yusaku’s duel disk, since he was there now. “Your life in Den City? Vrains? Being Playmaker? Your cards? Oh, was it me?”

Yusaku ignored him. “What did I lose, and what did I gain? Why did I come back now?”

“You were supposed to gain a new power, so maybe it’s possible you went to that dimension to claim it, and came back once you got it?” Kolter suggested.

“I got it! I got it!” Ai rose a hand in the air. “You learned the value of friendship! And what you lost was us! We’re what you value you most! Aww, Yusaku, I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Yusaku glanced at his deck, still firmly in his duel disk. “I’m not sure about that.”

“You did open up to at least someone in that place, though, and I’m glad you were able to.” Kolter looked up at Yusaku. “He sounds like a good friend. What was his name again? Yuma?”

“Yeah…” Yusaku sighed. “He’s good at being a friend. He helped me a lot, anyway, and he barely knew who I was. He’s the kind of person that deserves good friends.”

“Hey, everyone does,” Kolter told him. “But it sounds like he does. From the sounds of it, I don’t think he’ll ever forget you. You helped him too, you know.”

“I won’t forget him, either. He’d be hard to forget. He barely knew what his cards did, he was annoying and obnoxious, and he kept ignoring what people told him.” Yusaku’s mouth turned up into a fond smile. “And he kept trying to cheer me up, and he never gave up, even when the odds were against him.”

From Yuma complaining to Astral about trying to offer help in a duel, to Yuma promising Yusaku they’d figure out how to get him home, to Yuma trying and failing to read a book, to Yuma under 96’s control and still believing in Yusaku’s ability to win the duel even when the situation looked bad. Yusaku had a lot of unforgettable memories of Yuma. He could still hear Yuma in his head, telling Yuma to feel the flow and not give up.

Of course, he had lots of unforgettable memories with the people here that he cared about, too.

It felt easier, now, to admit to himself that he did care about them.

“Is it weird that I miss him?” Yusaku asked himself quietly.

“I’ve missed my friends before.” Ai was uncharacteristically somber. “Even when we were worlds apart. I don’t think it’s weird at all.”

“Of course it’s not weird. It doesn’t matter how far apart you are. I’m sure he misses you, too,” Kolter said. “But I’m glad you came back. We missed you, buddy.”

Yusaku’s eyes felt itchy. He blinked a few times.” I did, too.”

Kolter brought Yusaku into another hug, this one more gentle. Yusaku leaned into it. Ai reached up to put a hand against Yusaku’s face.

He really was happy to be back with his team. That didn’t mean he couldn’t miss the people he met in the other world, though.

Yuma, his family, and his friends were still out there somewhere, living their own lives, and Yusaku would never stop thinking about them. He was sure that they wouldn’t stop thinking of him, either.

That’s what friendship was, he knew that now. No matter how far apart, they’d always still be a part of each other.

#hugsaku2021 #hugsaku #yugioh vrains #tater writes #i spent two months working on it so seeing it completed is bittersweet but i'm really glad i participated in this #i literally finished writing this...yesterday....cut it real close #ended up talking about #ideas i had for this story that i didn't use on ao3 if anyone's interested in that i guess #if you've been following along: thanks for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this story

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Custom Toonami Block Week 69 (Nice) Rundown

Code Geass: So this episode is kind of a ride, like fuck. We kinda yadda yadda how Lelouch fucking escaped from Nunally’s sinking airship and just have Rolo sitting over him in bed kind of conflicted that he’s still stuck on his old little sister, so therefore he programs the tvs in Lelouch’s train to blast Nunally’s appointment but it’s funny because he probably didn’t even have to do that because directly after that Lelouch runs into the station and Nunally shit is just everywhere, like I get it’s a metaphor but it’s just funny that Rolo had to plan for him to run into something Nunally-related only for him to run out of the plan and run into ten times more Nunally shit. Then we get Kaguya claiming herself, Kallen and CC as Zero’s harem directly followed by a depressed Lelouch hypnotizing a bunch of street punks to exercise, about to do drugs and asking to fuck Kallen, like this episode is fucking ridiculous and parts are hilariously contrived, thankfully Kallen slaps the shit out of him and Rolo’s like “yo bro we don’t need that bitch, come on and live it up in this ridiculously racist system and the one place where it’s slightly less racist with me” and then they go back to school and have the “Happiness is Like Glass” scene which is genuinely amazing and moving, like for all the weird zany stuff that happens in the first part of this episode, this is a little oasis of pure sincerity and quality where Lelouch makes a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep. Inspired by this amazing moment, Lelouch returns to the Black Knights with the thought of “Maybe there are other reasons to destroy an oppressive dictatorship aside from my one ridiculously crippled sister” which he probably should’ve thought of before. And then he defeats Suzaku’s navy with the power of FUCKING BUBBLES, like yeah, this episode is right back to being crazy ridiculous but Lelouch is back and wants in on Nunally’s special zones… okay, phrasing.

Inuyasha: So we open with a scene of Kagome playing cards with Miroku which is genuinely adorable if pointless, but it just makes me laugh that Miroku and Sango seem to know all the rules of the game but are still stumped when Kagome tells them they’re Playing Cards, probably a culture thing. Anyway, Inuyasha has to kill a Barrier Demon to get the power to break barriers, which is a bit of a conundrum because Barrier Demons have, you know, barriers, which Inuyasha currently cannot break. Worse still said demon is a little girl and a half-demon like Inuyasha which understandably puts him in quite a quandary. Inuyasha does his usual thing of “Let’s just go in swinging and figure out the rest later but Shiori’s grandfather deflects the admittedly cool-looking Water Wind Scar Inuyasha throws at them with Shiori’s barrier. Shiori’s mom is all “Gimme back my daughter you said you’d stop attacking us if I let you have her” and he’s all like “Well make me, I have a fucking barrier and can hold you hostage” so everyone’s generally pissed off about the situation and Shiori’s granddad with the long name sends all the bat demons to go destroy the village which makes no fucking sense because the only reason she’s still cooperating is so they won’t hurt her mom, without her she has no reason to keep doing it but I guess he’s hoping having nothing to live for will make her do what he says out of nihilism or some shit.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke gets to face off against Suzaku, the final boss of the Saint Beasts and the gang get to demonstrate the teamwork lessons from this arc by doing a reenactment of the jumping Bahamut scene from Advent Children so Yusuke can get up the tower to fight him. It’s really pretty cool how they splice in Keiko’s Day of the Dead montage with Yusuke fighting Suzaku, tying things together thematically and culiminating in Yusuke and Keiko both fucking decking their opponents. I also really like how Yusuke’s so confident Keiko won’t go down to a zombie hoard so easily, like she’s not a fighter but she’s smart and has got guts so he’s pretty sure she can last a while while he pretends to punch Suzaku with his shoes. Overall a really good start to the fight that means Yusuke still has to wiggle his way out after using his Spirit Gun already and Suzaku still has a lot of shit to pull.

Fate Zero: So Saber and Lancer do their fight and there’s a bunch of fightnobabble talk that someone who’s actually held a weapon in their life would probably enjoy but to me is just “Oooh cool jabbies, flashing lights” which is still fun. Basically everyone’s watching though, Kirei has his ninja squad on the job, Kiritsugu’s Black Ops is monitoring things and Iskander is watching from the Radical Highway Bridge from Sonic Adventure 2. Eventually Iskander is like “Well damn they might kill each other if this keeps up” and Waver’s like “yeah duh.” And Iskander shows who wears the booty shorts in this relationship by storming into the fight against Waver’s wishes cause he wants to fight everyone anyway. So yeah, giant lightning chariot in the middle of this First Boss battle.

Konosuba: Now that the party’s all formed the group settle into a daily routine of Kazuma being Megumin’s wheels for her Explosion training, Aqua being a waitress and Darkness doing… probably better not to think about what Darkness is doing. Anyway, Megumin bombs the shit out of a Dullahan’s castle and before the Dullahan can call his friend Celty to come kick her ass, Darkness gets hit with a death spell and he issues a challenge to Megumin to come to the tower of the Four Saint Beasts and (wait wrong anime again) but Aqua just breaks the curse on her own and they just don’t bother showing up. In the manga this is really funny because Aqua’s in a maid outfit from her waitress job and just does it like it’s nothing and then they show a panel later of the Dullahan waiting for them like “The fuck when are they getting here…”.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So for some reason even though we only have three of the five Sailor Guardians, Luna decides this is the time to give a recap and reintroduce our protagonists for the first part of this episode. Anyway there’s a big party to celebrate a dated princess Di reference that’s kind of in poor taste at this point and Usagi and friends get in based solely on having fancy dresses and being hot, man I had no idea getting in with rich people was that easy. Anyway, Usagi gets a new tiara because of love and shit and gets an upgraded Ancient Egyptian Laser Beam from the moon. The Four Kings show up to be all “Ha-ha! You defeated my demon but now there’s all four of us and even though we still think you have the crystal and outnumber you and there will never be a moment when you’re weaker than this we will now… LEAVE FOR NO REASON!” like the logic of people in this show oh my fucking god. But of course the dated princess reference’s treasure isn’t the crystal they’re looking for and Tuxedo Mask kisses Sailor Moon while she’s asleep which is definitely sexual assault there was no fucking consent there, I don’t care if they’re moon soul mates or whatever she barely knows who he is and wasn’t conscious. But yeah Luna calls him out on his shit and despite clearly being an ally he has to be all edgy and be like “Well maybe I’m a friend, maybe I’ an enemy, who knows~” because I think he gets his power from how mysterious he is, like he’s going to be utterly useless if anyone figures out who he is, not to mention Luna already knows his identity but for some reason doesn’t tell Usagi. Idk man I just have a hard time following the logic of this fucking show…

Durarara!!: So yeah, this is the “The Yagiri Family is fucked” episode Namie has a weird fucked up brocon yandere thing going on, Seiji’s an asshole that because of having two stalker yanderes going after him has become a fractured manchild that thinks love is everything and pretends he knows shit but knows less shit than pretty much everyone around him and has his sister do all the shit for him. But yeah, Celty sees Seiji with the girl with her head and freaks out, and Shinra A DOCTOR if you remember says “Hey maybe your head just attached itself to a corpse Parasyte style” like either he’s a terrible doctor and really thinks that or this is a smokescreen to make Celty think her head has moved on and she should too which is a fucked up level of gaslighting. But yeah, Mikado takes Head Girl, Seiji keeps stabbing people with pens for some reason, luckily it’s mostly Shizuo so it doesn’t do anything, and Izaya’s just like “oh shit, chaos, I’m down”. Basically everyone is awful in this episode except for Mikado who just wants to help and doesn’t know shit, Celty who’s doing her best, and Shizuo who’s just awesome as usual.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!