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bloodynereid · 7 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, allusions/talk about sex, alcohol and drug consumption and misuse (i don't condone the actions of the characters so remember to drink wisely), A LOT of mentions of death, iffy morals?? - if there are any more pls lmk

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: hiii and welcome to the first chapter of my new fic. I haven't written a multi-chapter fic in a while so be patient with me. some little disclaimers: as of the moment of writing this chapter i have only seen the first 3 eps of gen v so if something doesn't work plot wise with future eps i will try to come back and change it, secondly i do not support chance perdomo's actions - i felt like this needed to be stated cause his character andre will be a prominent part of the story and i would change it but he literally is the only one that really makes sense in his role in vic's backstory. vic's wonderful roommate was created all thanks to one of my mutuals (not sure if you want me to mention you by name) so all credit goes to them for gemma. FINALLY i hope you enjoy! the second chapter should be out soon and i'm always open to feedback so lmk your thoughts either in the comments or in an ask. love you and ty for taking the time to read my fic - my a/n will not be this long all the time i promise.

19 years ago…

A little girl lay peacefully in her wooden cot, the walls surrounding her were painted in a beautiful pastel lilac and a snowflake mobile lay spinning above her little head. The night was serene, the wind rustled the leaves of the great oak outside the girl’s window and a soft lullaby was echoing through the room.

The girl’s mother smiled down at her perfect bundle of joy as she laid the pads of her fingers right against the soft silky skin of her daughter’s hand. Everything was perfect for another few seconds before the mother started to feel herself fade away. She deliriously looked down at her hand where she suddenly saw her skin going gray.

The baby’s eyes flew open and she let out a happy gurgle as her mother started to wither away in front of her just because she held her daughter’s little hand.

“I love you my darling girl.” Were the last words that came out of the mother’s mouth before her soul was taken far far away. Too far for her daughter to follow.

The second that the tingly feeling that the baby experienced faded away she let out a loud cry. Her mama wasn’t moving and she looked all wrong. The little girl cried and cried and cried until finally the door to her nursery flew open.

Her papa filled the doorway as he let out a horrified gasp before kneeling next to his wife. His dead wife.

“Victoria, what have you done?”

Present Day…

I pressed skip to the song playing on my phone and shifted my gaze to the flashing scenery, music resonating through my headphones as I was being driven to Godolkin. It was absolutely insane that I was actually doing it. I was actually going to GodU. The whole situation just felt so unreal. Distantly I heard a voice calling out so with practiced precision I moved my headphones away from my ears.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“Of course Miss. I was just saying that we’re nearly there.”

“Ok thanks Rob.”

I sent him a smile and replaced my headphones before taking a moment to examine my newest pair of gloves, the carefully crafted design on top of the white leather made me smile. Dad didn’t really pay that much attention to me ever since the incident™ but at least he seemed proud of me for getting into GodU. He had gifted me these gloves after stuttering out that they had once belonged to my mother.

I promised myself that I would try to wear them as much as possible since I barely had anything to remember her by anymore… other than the power my parents decided to inject me with. Life-force absorption isn’t all that common, as my relatives put it: ‘those powers… they’re a curse!’

Everything that touches me dies basically. It’s how my mother died and it’s how I kill plants and sometimes people (by accident I swear). I absorb their energy and it sort of works like a drug - I get a shot of life. Other people aren’t so lucky, they slowly turn into a gray statue and die.

Sometimes I’m able to stop before they're totally gone but with the potency of my powers they’re kaput by just 3 seconds of physical touch. I know it sucks, I can’t even shake hands for Christ’s sake!

“Miss? Miss?” I’m shaken out of my string of thoughts when I heard Rob’s voice echoing through the interior of the car.

“Yes yup sorry.” I took off my headphones and quickly shoved them into my canvas bag before looking out the window. There stood Godolkin University, the end goal of all my relentless studying and hard work.

“We have arrived. Are you okay Miss?”

“Yes I’m more than okay Rob. Thanks for driving me.”

“Of course, do you need any help with any of your boxes?” He asked as he unlocked the car and we both stepped out into the warm September air.

“It should be fine but thanks Rob really. I’ll see you at Christmas?”

“Definitely Miss Oaks, have a good semester.” He finished placing your 3 boxes and suitcase onto one of the many trolleys and sent me a smile.

“Thanks.” I gave him a little wave as he got back into the SUV and drove off. Turning to the big metal gates I took a deep breath to steady myself. Time for the start of the rest of my life.

Okay maybe I really should have asked Rob for help with these idiotic boxes. I’m a goddamn super hero. Why was I struggling so much with this? I was already regretting this as I walked past the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting, failing to push both the trolley and my suitcase.

“You look like you need some saving from a gracious prince.” I heard an eerily familiar voice as I looked up from my tortuous task. Andre Anderson. An old friend whose friendship was sort of forced on us by our dads, who happened to have been in the same class at Godolkin.

“Andre! Fucking hell I’m so glad to see you, please help me. I’m dying here.” I said dramatically as I sunk down to the ground next to all my stuff.

“You know you should consider majoring in Performing Arts if you keep up with that.” Andre said with a smirk but he still started to help by pulling my large suitcase towards the freshman dorms.

“Haha. You know I’ll be joining you at Crimefighting, my powers will probably render any makeup artist dead.”

“Oh please become an actress I would love to see that.” I narrowed my eyes at him and lightly punched him in the arm as he took a sip of his latte.

“Hey!”

“You deserved that.”

“Ok maybe I deserved that. So Vic, what are your first impressions?”

“It’s huge for one thing.”

“That’s what she said.” I rolled my eyes at his immature sense of humor before stealing the latte out of his hand and taking a sip, only to scrunch my face.

“What the fuck do you put in this? It’s literally pure sugar.”

“Hangover cure.” He said with a shrug as he stole the latte back. “You should come hang tonight. I can introduce you to everyone.”

“Mmh sure. I think you mean getting me into trouble.”

“When have I ever done something like that before?” Andre asked as his eyes twinkled.

“Oh just about every time I hang out with you.” Stopping in front of the freshman dorm room Andre looked at me and tried to make his usual puppy eyes.

“Please.”

“Fuck fine. You need to stop doing that.”

“Why? It works every single time.”

“I’ll see you later then?”

“Definitely, enjoy being around the freshers.” Andre gave me a military salute making me roll my eyes as I started dragging all my stuff into the building.

Weaving my way through a shitton of supes was way harder than I expected, at least I had a jacket on or a few of them would be very dead right now. Finally and by finally I mean, FINALLY I found my room, I clutched the handle of the door and pushed in when I realized I definitely had the wrong room. Two girls were already all set up in the room and swiveled to look at me weirdly.

“Uh hi? Shit I’m sorry, I'm in the wrong room.”

“Wait! Are you Victoria Oaks?” asked the shorter blonde one.

“Uh yes?”

“Holy shit I follow you on Insta hi! I’m Emma and this is Marie.”

“Oh cool hi.”

“I can’t believe you’re on the same floor as us. Want to go check out the Golden Boy’s workout? We’re going to head down in a few.” Right, okay, I should make friends. So time to compromise.

“Uh sure? What exactly would we be doing?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Emma says with a mischievous smile.

“Righttt that sounds incredibly ominous but I’ll see you in a few. I’ve got to go put down all my stuff.”

“Ok see you!” I smile and retreat back into the busy hallway but not before catching Marie’s remark.

“Who is she exactly?”

“DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?” Emma replied loudly, making me snort. Taking a deep breath I once again clutch the handle of the door across the hall and push it open to see a girl lying on the bed closest to the door. She smiles up at me and bounds over to the door in an instant.

“Hi! You must be Victoria. I’m Gemma, nice to meet you.” She says before extending her hand. I carefully move my gloved hand over to hers and shake it.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I took a moment to scan her appearance, she was absolutely stunning. Her red hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile seemed to light up the very room. “You’re so beautiful wow.”

“Aww thank you so much! You are absolutely stunning as well, like this blonde totally suits the whole vibe you give off.”

“Is it a good vibe?”

“Oh definitely.”

“Ok whew I was worried for a second there.” We start laughing and Gemma helps me sort out all my stuff in the huge boxes.

“Actually with the talk about appearances would it be okay if I ever shift into you? I love being able to get to know people more through their faces and stuff but only if you’re cool with it.”

“Shifting? You mean like shape shifting.” I ask as I look over to her curiously, picking up yet another pair of gloves which I placed on one of the shelves in the closet.

“Yup!”

“Oh I wouldn’t mind at all, that's such a cool power!” Her entire face brightened as her hair slowly started to shift and match the shade of my bleached one.

“Brilliant! Thank you. So… what’s your power?”

“Oh umm here let me show you.”

Carefully taking out one of my older plants out of the box I place it on the window sill and pull off my leather glove. Within just a few seconds of my fingertips placed on top of the delicate leaves the plant withered away and died. I could feel the zap of energy encase my being and I smiled. Life absorption feels incredible, it’s so encompassing. You quite literally feel full of life. For a second as I turned around I could see the blood and energy from Gemma’s cell move around her body but I shook off the stupor.

“Wow. Can you just do that with plants or?”

“Uh no people as well. Anything alive that touches my skin just dies.”

“So you can’t do human contact?”

“Nope, unless I want them dead.”

“What about sex?” I chuckled at her slightly incredulous tone.

“I think you need to reevaluate what you consider sex.”

“Oh okay wow” Gemma laughed and we continued to set up my plants on the windowsill and chatted about our favorite movies, surprisingly enough we had pretty different tastes but there were a few that we had in common - like our love for Clue. That was when we heard a knock on the door, Gemma looked at me with a clear question in her eyes.

“I met our dorm neighbors a few minutes ago and they invited me to go see Golden Boy train.”

“Ooo I’m so coming with you.” Gemma shifted her hair back to red and waltzed over to open the door as I finished placing my last plant pots.

“What’s the deal with his workout sessions anyway?” I ask as she pulls open the door to find Emma and Marie standing sort of awkwardly outside.

“Oh he’s like super hung, and when he blazes up his clothes all melt away.” Emma answers my question but when she catches sight of Gemma her jaw drops.

“Right, uh Marie and Emma meet my roommate Gemma.”

“Holy fuck you’re so hot.” Emma says, almost as if the words involuntarily jump out of her mouth.

“Why thank you, love, you are as well.” Gemma flashes her a dazzling smile.

“Alright then enough flirting. I have been promised to see some hot supes. Let’s go!” I exclaim as the little group makes their way towards the arena. Hanging back so I was walking next to Marie, we watched the two girls flirt.

“Oh that’s going to be very interesting. I don’t believe we’ve talked much yet, but I’m Vic. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Emma gave me a full on lecture on why I should know who you are but I kind of zoned out halfway through.” I let out a laugh at her admission and gently nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s kind of nice having someone who has no idea who I am or who my dad is.”

“I’m glad, everything is so…”

“A lot, I know. My dad homeschooled me for the last few years of high school so being among this many people, especially supes can be overwhelming. If you ever need to chat or just need someone to hang out with, I'm your girl.” Marie gave me a grateful smile, “So what are your supe powers?”

“Blood manipulation.” My eyebrows shot up and I looked at her with astonishment.

“Holy fuck that’s awesome. I basically drain the life force of any living being.”

“Really?”

“Yup so don’t touch my skin unless you’re covered up.” I throw up jazz hands to showcase my gloved hands which elicits a short laugh out of Marie.

“Got it. You’re really nice by the way. Everyone here seems so like aggressively in your face.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve had to live around supes my whole life, it really isn’t at all like Vought or the movies say.”

We finally arrive at the arena and I take a seat next to her, Emma is sitting next to Marie and Gemma is still trying and succeeding at flirting with the blonde. Leaning over the railing I peer out into the main arena and spy Andre making his rounds with the group.

“Yo Andre.” I scream out into the stadium making him turn around, trying to find me in the crowd. The people seated around us had now turned to look at me as I smiled down at him. He smiled back and tilted his head towards where Golden Boy and some other dude were gearing up to fight, inviting me to come down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah get down here.” I turn towards my new group of friends and say: “You guys okay if I go down?”

“Since when do you know Andre Anderson? You know what don’t answer that question go, go, go. Tell us everything when you get back.” Gemma and Emma urged me out of my seat as Marie kind of sat there awkwardly but with an encouraging smile on her face.

I carefully picked my way down the stands and vaulted over the fence to get over to the sidelines of the fight. I poke at Andre’s shoulder as I fall in next to him as I watch the fight playing out. Golden Boy was obviously winning and wow Luke Riordan really had some moves.

“Oh hey Vic. It’s earlier than I expected to see you.”

“Well I did want to honor you with my presence more than once today.” I sent him a sarcastic smile which made him respond by pushing my shoulder.

“Wow Andre I can’t believe you have more friends than us, I feel betrayed.” I turned to the source of the voice and there stood a beautiful blonde, who had a big smile on her face. Little butterflies exploded in my stomach - how was everyone so damn attractive?

“Cate, darling, I hate to break this to you like this but I have a lot more friends than just you guys.”

“Oh how will I live knowing this information?” Cate said with a dramatic gasp and pretended to faint into Andre’s arms. He just pushed her up and they stuck out their tongues at each other.

“You guys are going to be perfect for each other. Cate Dunlap meet Victoria Oaks.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you.” I say as I extend a gloved hand only to be met with a similarly gloved hand, only that it was covered in brown leather instead of white.

“Oh my god, your gloves! I love these designs, you have got to tell me where you get yours. My collection needs adding to.” She says excitedly as she quickly shakes my hand and turns it over to inspect the handiwork. We continue to nerd out about gloves as the fight finishes and Andre throws Golden Boy some clothes, before they head over to us.

“Hi sweetheart you did great out there,” Cate throws her arms around him and they make out for a few seconds as I kind stand there awkwardly with Andre.

“Do they usually do this?”

“Yes. There is so much PDA I’m surprised they haven’t had sex in front of us yet.” Andre’s voice was raised in volume a little at the end which caught the attention of the couple.

“Oh right, Luke meet my new best friend, this is Vic.” Cate said as fixed her now slightly messed up lipstick.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you Vic. Andre has told us a lot about you.”

I cringed but shook my head trying to forget about the many instances the idiot had nearly gotten us arrested and the one time he did.

“Yeah well, I hope it’s all nice things because any time I do spend with this guy somehow ends with us breaking a law.”

“Oh we can relate. I remember this one time…” We started making our way out of the arena as Luke started to recount one of the insane adventures that Andre managed to string them into. It felt nice to actually be part of a group again and it was easy. Way easier that I thought it would be.

After a few hours of touring the grounds and eating at Vought-a-Burger, I finally trudged back to my dorm absolutely exhausted. Not that it wasn’t great getting to know Cate, Andre and Luke but the whole day had absolutely drained me.

When I finally opened the door to my room I was surprised to find Emma sitting on top of Gemma’s bed reading some random fashion magazine.

“Uh Emma?”

The girl basically jumped out of her position on the bed and whirled to face me. Suddenly her entire body shifted and there stood Gemma, looking rather embarrassed with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Look, I asked her if I could change into her body! This wasn’t without consent and she’s just so stunning and it’s the-”

“Hey hey, Gem. Chill, I get it, you have a crush on our neighbor.” I smiled a little teasingly as I tried to reassure her. Thankfully Gemma’s panicked look faded and was replaced with a grateful smile.

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good, you guys would look great together.”

“Do you think that Emma might actually like me?”

“Oh Gem, I think anyone would be lucky to have you. From the few hours that I’ve known you, you're genuinely one of the sweetest people out there. And that’s saying something cause you’re also a supe.” I gave her a small smile before opening up my arms to signal for her to hug me. She flew into my grasp and I was careful not to let my exposed face anywhere near her.

“Thanks I needed this.”

“Hey I’m here anytime, just don't touch any skin.” I sent her a teasing smile when she finally pulled away. “How about we have a chill night in? There’s this new show I’ve been meaning to start.”

“Great! We can have our first girl’s night.”

“Fuck yeah! I’ll just get changed into my pajamas and grab some of my snacks from the stash.”

After spending the night doing absolutely nothing except watching Yellowjackets and raiding snacks from the vending machine after my relatively large stash ran out, Gemma and I woke up sugar hungover. Somehow we managed to make it down to the cafe and bought some coffee, which was thankfully enough to wake us up.

“So you heading over to Performing Arts?” I finally asked Gemma after the caffeine started to kick in.

“Yeah, Marie and Emma said they were going to meet me there as well so…”

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” I ask as we slowly walk out onto the common, I readjust my favorite pair of black gloves, knowing that if we were doing any sort of combat sessions at Crimefighting I would probably end up damaging my mom’s ones.

“Nope, it’s still surreal that I actually got accepted.”

“What are you talking about? You literally have some of the most interesting and versatile powers.”

“Yeah but I’m on scholarship, if that somehow falls through…” I smiled at her reassuringly as we stopped at the fork in the walk.

“Look you’re super fucking smart and you have more control over your power than most of the supes I know. Gem, you’re going to be great and never let anyone tell you otherwise.” Gemma smiled at me after she thanked me and we both went our separate ways - time to see what orientation was going to be like.

I navigated through the slew of students making their way through the halls of the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting when I suddenly bumped into someone. Thank whatever entity out there that I had just thrown out the remainder of my iced coffee.

“Shit sorry- Oh.” I caught the eye of the person I had bumped into as I helped them gather the assortment of books, all Brink’s for the looks of it.

“Right yeah, it’s fine just be more careful next time.” The person just kind of ran off after I helped them with the books. Strange and kind of rude but also so very attractive. I smiled at myself, if bumping into people meant getting to meet more enticing supes then this year was going to be incredible.

“Hey! Hey! Victoria. Vic. Vicky.” I finally stopped and turned to look at Andre who had been relentlessly pursuing me for the past few minutes. Orientation went well and I got to meet some of the other supes - mostly it was just for selfies but still.

“You know I hate when people call me that.”

“Well it was a last resort, you weren’t stopping.”

“You don’t think there may have been a reason behind that? Maybe my dad is dying and this is the last chance I get to hear his voice.” I remarked in an overly bored tone, I could already tell from Andre’s whole face that he was about to invite me to do something illegal… again.

“I know for a fact that isn’t real since it hasn’t been on any gossip sites-”

“Wait since when do you frequent gossip sites?” I ask incredulously as he somehow starts to lead me towards the opposite direction I was going in the first place.

“Not the point. You’re coming out with us tonight.”

“Do I get a say in the matter or?”

“Nope, go get changed into something hot and meet me in front of Lamplighter in half an hour.”

“Excuse you, but I always look hot. Thank you very much.” I say scoffing but we both know I’m silently agreeing with his plans - like always.

“Oh I know darling. Now hurry up.” He pushed me softly (as softly as a supe could push someone) and I made my way to my dorm.

“Hey Gem. Good day?” I said as I threw my bag on the bed and started to look through my outfits, I needed something that would cover all exposed skin - I really didn’t need another incidental death on my roster.

“Yup! We really should plan out more ways to- wait what are you looking for?”

“Andre invited me out with his friends you’re welcome to come if you want.”

“Nope it’s okay. I’ve got some auditions I need to tape.” She said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m not really in the mood for partying tonight, orientation was a lot.”

“Tell me about it. You can use my bedroom if you need any extra space by the way.” I shouted out from behind the wall as I laid out the different materials that made up my outfits - it was a mismatch of blacks, whites and reds. Cute.

“Thank you! Holy shit you look fucking incredible.” Gemma remarked as I walked back into her bedroom now wearing my going out outfit.

“Why thank you. I haven’t been out clubbing for a while so I thought it would be best to go big.”

“Always the best choice. Make sure you don’t get too smashed okay?”

“I will try. Byeee.” Her laughter echoes into the hallway and the door shuts behind me. I flash the security guard a smile before leaving the freshman dorm building and making my way to the Crimefighting school.

“Oh god please don’t tell me Andre has dragged you into one of his schemes.” I say when I catch sight of Marie standing next to Cate, Luke, Andre and someone I had a vague inkling that I’ve met before.

“Vic! You came!” Cate smiled and pulled me into a little hug when I was close enough to the group.

“Hi guys.” I said with a smile before turning to the stranger of the group. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, I’m Victoria.”

“We have actually, I’m Jordan. You bumped into me this morning.” A giddy smile slowly spread out over my face.

“Oh right, you were the hot and mysterious person I nearly killed this morning. Pleasure to meet you.” A dusting of blush appeared on their face and we held eye contact which was annoyingly broken by Andre’s screech of:

“You nearly killed someone AGAIN?”

“Ok dude chill it really wasn’t that bad.” I roll my eyes at his antics and thankfully the exchange gets interrupted by Luke.

“Come on, we don't want to be late.” Luke said after removing his arms from around Cate and heading over to the driver’s seat. Andre makes a whole thing of opening up the passenger seat for Kate and I get into the back seat with Jordan sliding in next to me.

The entire car ride was spent awkwardly avoiding whatever feud Jordan and Marie had going one and trying to get everyone better. Cate and I talked more about our glove choices, mine were black with a red heart detail and hers were stunningly sculpted brown ones. The playlist was (thankfully) controlled by Jordan, which ended up with music that could have been stolen from my own playlist.

When we finally got to our first destination, my jaw dropped - I had only been to Seven tower a handful of times. Mostly to deal with lawsuits from accidental deaths, there were surprisingly few of them for the amount of death that seemed to follow me everywhere. Luke and Cate managed to get us up on the roof, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Homelander could literally hear us up here. Better not to think about that.

So I took a hit of coke after Andre passed me his little vial - drugs were a way to kind of quell the murderous impulses my power demanded plus they were fun to do when around friends. Doing coke alone does not have the same effect - trust me.

“Hell yes! I forgot you did this stuff.” Andre said as I spied Luke wandering off to talk to Marie.

“Eh sometimes. I usually stick to weed or shrooms. The harder stuff messes with this whole thing when I’m hungover.” I said as I raised my hands to try and illustrate my point, wow okay this was strong stuff. I could quite literally already feel the haze starting to form around my brain.

“What exactly is your power anyway?” Jordan asked as we continued to do some more bumps.

“Oh well basically everything I touch dies.”

“So your skin is poisonous?”

“No, I absorb energy or rather life force. Here.” I wander over to one of the randomly placed potted plants and take off my glove, only to place my fingers on the red petals. The plant started to shrivel up and die about a second later.

“Awesome.” We were both clearly starting to feel the effects of the coke. We started to laugh as we made our way back to the main group.

The next stop on our little unsanctioned outing was some fancy club that Andre had been raving about the entire drive over there from the tower. I lean against one of the golden walls as I watch Cate do her thing.

“We don’t have one but you don’t give a fuck. Right?”

“I do not give a fuck.” The doorman leads us straight into the club and I smile widely at Cate.

“You are such a fucking badass.”

“I know.”

After getting some much needed drinks I lean back against the red seats and stretch out my arms. This many people were making me antsy and drugs and alcohol can only settle so much of my power.

“So yeah, basically this fucking idiot decided we should have a lightsaber duel in the middle of Grand Central and someone must have called the cops cause they randomly pulled up and we were arrested for ‘disrupting the peace’.”

The entire group burst out laughing and one of the many stories I had from when Andre and I would hang out as teens - we sort of drifted ever since he got to GodU but it felt just like old times.

“Alright, alright, enough embarrassing stories about our arrests. You guys in?” Andre asks as he holds up a bag of Molly and Jordan snatches it from his hold.

“Is that cocaine?”

“Nah we finished all the coke. It’s Molly. Vic?”

“Ooo yes please.” Jordan smiles charmingly and passes the little bag over to me.

“Hey I don’t really fuck with powder. But I do microdose shrooms.” Luke says with an almost triumphant tone as he also pulls out another bag.

“Hey where do you get yours from? I need a good dealer now that I’ve moved from LA.” I ask Luke before passing the bag containing Molly back to Andre.

“I’ll send you my guy’s number.”

“Thanks man.”

“So, what do you say, freshman?”

“Uh-”

“Hey Marie, you don’t have to - we are not trying to peer pressure you but… it’ll be funnn.” I smile widely and wiggle my eyebrows making her laugh, Cate also joins in on my teasing and she relents.

“Yes, let's go Marie.”

“Whooo. Come on, let's dance.”

That’s when I suddenly feel a little part of me sober up, fuck. It was a bad memory - the last time I danced was homecoming. A really sweet guy had asked me out and of course I had said yes. It was one accidental touch of my cheek against his and a few seconds later he laid dead in the middle of the dance floor. I ended up changing to homeschool after that whole incident, there had been issues across the years but overall this was one of the worst.

“Vic?” I shake out of my stupor as I look up at Cate extending her hand in invitation.

“Nah I don’t dance.” She must have seen something in my eyes cause she smiled softly and retracted her hand.

“Ok, just know you’re missing out on a great time.” She pulled Marie off towards the dance floor and I took a sip of the whiskey I had ordered.

“Any reason you’re not dancing out there? I remember all those clubs we sneaked into and you fucking killed it everytime.” Andre asked as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Andre, darling, that’s not proper club conversation. I’m going to go get another drink, you guys want anything?”

“I’ll come with you.” Jordan exclaimed as they sprang up from his seat and started following me towards the bar. I could quite literally feel the smirk that Andre and Luke had on their faces. Suddenly I heard a small pop next to me and I turned to see that Justin had shifted.

“You want anything specific?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Wise choice.” I winked at them and leaned over to wave to the bartender. He, obviously trying to flirt, ended up giving us a bunch of free vodka shots and 2 whiskies, the top shelf stuff.

“So how are you liking GodU so far?”

“It’s greatish. There’s so many bloody supes.” Jordan just raised their eyebrows at me as she helped me carry over the drinks.

“Oh I definitely know what you’re talking about. Have you met Rufus yet?”

“No?” I look at them in question and she looks at me with relief.

“Pray that you don’t.” We dissolved into laughter for a second time that night and finally set our drinks down at the booth.

“Well don’t you two look cozy.” Luke remarked.

“You changed? Why?”

“Cause I fucking felt like it. And more free drinks.”

“Here here.” Luke agreed as we each held up a vodka shot.

“To the Seven.”

“No way.” I look at Luke in minor awe, he actually got a place in the motherfucking Seven.

“I literally just told you.”

“Yeah well you do know that I’m an open book, plus you have to invite me to the tower sometime. I crush so hard on A-train… imagine that man in bed.”

“And that is exactly why he won’t be inviting you.” I added after taking my shot.

“It’s the least surprising surprise ever but congrats. You deserve it. When are you leaving?”

“More like when do you get to be number one?”

“Please, the trustees think I’m too confusing. I’ll never get number one.”

“They put you in the orientation video.”

“Yeah so they can suck their own dicks about how progressive they are.”

I listen to each of them debating the merits and the downsides (mostly Andre) of getting ranked number one when I start to feel it. Goddammit. Every life force around me seemed to pulse. I could see literal life running through each person’s veins and the conversation started to grow further and further away.

Quickly fishing in the pocket of my jacket I pulled out a few tablets of the experimental drug Vought was testing out on well… just me. I place one of the cylindrical neon green pills on my tongue and wash it back with another shot of vodka. A few seconds later everything went back to normal and I watched Luke and Andre have a whole bro moment. It was actually quite touching.

“By the way I forgot to mention but you’ve looked so fucking hot tonight.” Jordan turned to look at me with a slight smirk on their face.

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” She winked and I felt a blush start to color my cheeks. Okay game on baby.

We all end up dispersing after a while and I start walking around all the warm bodies, being extra careful to avoid my face touching anyone’s exposed skin. That was extra hard when you’re in a club so I decided to just take a step out onto the balcony. Spying through the doors, I took in breaths of sobering air and watched as Jordan easily flirted with a group of girls.

Fuck Vought and fuck my dad for this stupid power. I turned towards the ivy growing over the balcony railing and without a second thought I ripped off my gloves and pressed my palms to the stems.

Life thrummed through my veins, I sucked it in deeper and deeper until I finally reached the roots of the ivy. I felt them start to rot away and die as my power crept into every crevice and cell. Stealing away vitality. Suddenly I was wrenched away from my ivy killing by high pitched screaming. I leave for a single second…

Quickly pulling on my gloves I looked into the chaos that was created over a woman’s body whose throat was punctured by a tiny metal hummingbird. Andre you fucking idiot.

Calculating how to get out of the club without actually having to go through the chaos I saw a few window sills that would easily get me close enough to the fire escape on the next building.

Using my supe strength I jumped between each sill until I was near the fire escape. Taking a few deep breaths in and out I jumped and let gravity take over. It was a few seconds of bliss before my entire body slammed against the hard metal railing with a resounding bang. Goddamit sometimes I wish that I got pain tolerance when I was injected with V.

The next few steps down were easy and I was able to get to street level and disappear into the night without getting noticed. My phone dinged as I started putting on my headphones and I looked down to find that I had been added to a group chat:

(possibly Cate Dunlap): vic you good?

you sort of disappeared

we’re on our way back to GodU.

Me: yup all good

god Andre u need to be more careful.

A.A.: u don’t think I know that

u need us to pick u up?

Me: that would be appreciated

*you have now enabled geotracker with the group*

(possibly Jordan Li): see you in a bit!

Waking up after a night out was a bitch. Carefully maneuvering out of bed without activating my headache too much was even more of a challenge.

“You good there?” I heard a shout loud enough to rattle my very soul reverberating through the room.

“Fuck Gemma a little quieter please.” Her laugh twinkled in the air but even it's usually nice sound zapped my brain.

“I thought supes didn’t get hangovers.”

“Yeah they don’t- it was all the people.” And the experimental Vought pill I felt like saying.

“Oh shit yeah sorry.”

“Right, I'm going to have a shower.” Gingerly grabbing my shower essentials I picked my way through the already busy hall. Communal showers sucked.

Thankfully, 3 coffees later I finally started to feel a little more like myself. Andre had made me promise last night that I would have to help him with some power drink promotion. So off to commons I went, the sun seemed to burn my eyelids so a pair of slim blue lenses adorned my face. The shade perfectly matched my gloves.

What I didn’t expect to find outside the school of crimefighting was Luke. Completely flamed out and Andre stepped closer and closer to him. My eyes widened and I started running - the blue gloves were torn off and I nearly collided with Marie when Luke (thank the universe) stopped flaming out.

“What… Marie, what is going on?”

“I- I found him murdering Brink.” If my eyes widened any further I was pretty sure my eyeballs would quite literally jump out of my head.

“WHAT?” I turned towards Luke again to find that he had started walking away from Andre, muttering apologies under his breath. I could identify that crazed look in his eyes. He knew he was cornered and he didn’t want to run anymore.

Luke started flaming out and suddenly flew up into the sky… only to make himself completely explode. Blood, guts, muscle, bones and brains started raining down.

The ‘materials’ that managed to touch my uncovered face and hands thrummed with power. That was strange. It was as if they were still alive somehow. The cells oozed energy.

My power started to immediately absorb whatever life-force the cells had remaining and then I felt a foreign kind of ache. It felt like a cold burn spreading all over my hands and my face, bringing my palm up to my face. I was surprised to see a tiny flame start to sputter on.

What the actual fuck?

did you know that human cells can stay alive for hours and sometimes even days after you die? so yes the ending makes sense - I did research. also Vic has never "absorbed" another supe before - her mom was human.... so we shall see how that affects her hehe.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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Ello can u pls do (8. having to share a bed and being chill with it because, ya know, friendship™️ but it turns out you cuddle in your sleep and oh no this is a problem-) Kate Bishop x fem reader where you guys have been friends for a long time and both have feelings for each other and both of you have been forced to sleep in 1 bed because there aren't any others then you both end up confessing each others feelings and end up together in the end? ty :) <3

follower event!

character: kate bishop x fem!reader

prompt: “having to share a bed and being chill with it because, ya know, friendship™️ but it turns out you cuddle in your sleep and oh no this is a problem-“

a/n: these ideas are so freaking cute i love them. also writing about kate is very enjoyable lol

requests are still open here!

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s Kate. I really hate to do this, but it’s kind of an emergency and I would really appreciate if you could let me into your apartment.”

You stare at the text message from an unknown number, immediately setting down your hot chocolate and heading to the door of your small apartment. You and Kate had been best friends since high school. If she says it’s important, it’s important.

When you open your door, however, it isn’t just Kate on the other side. Next to her is Avenger and master assassin Clint Barton, her idol and inspiration. And a golden retriever. Who you’re sure your cat will hate.

“I’m really sorry,” she begins, clutching her bow tightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, it’s just… There’s a lot happening, and I didn’t know where else to go so I-”

You hold a hand up. “Kate, it’s fine. You don’t have to apologize; come in.” The duo slips inside of your apartment and politely sets their weapons and shoes by the door. Clint glances around your apartment.

A cat lazing on the couch, side-eyeing Pizza Dog. The TV turned on to Hell’s Kitchen, with Gordon yelling at some poor chef about scallops. One bedroom, one couch. He sighs and prepares for a night of poor sleep.

“I’m making hot chocolate, do either of you want some?” Kate is quick to accept, heading to the kitchen and offering to help. You assure her that you can mix the powder on your own just fine, but you can feel the guilt radiating off her.

You let her make the hot chocolate.

After the three mugs are distributed, you sit the two archers on the couch and pause your show, standing in front of the TV. “So,” you say, sipping the scalding drink. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on and why an Avenger is in my living room?”

They give you the best run-down they can, explaining everything from the Ronin suit, the Tracksuit Mafia, and the badass assassin tailing them. You grow more worried as they speak, hurrying to close the blinds and check the doors.

“Well, I don’t have any fancy tech, but I do have food and working cable,” you joke. “The couch pulls out, so I can sleep out here-“

The famed archer waves you off. “Nah, I’ll sleep out here. Not like I want to sleep in the same bed as this hooligan.” He shoves Kate.

She rolls her eyes and shoves him back, nodding to you. “Sharing a bed? Like old times?”

“If you say old times you mean ‘a few months ago’, then sure.” You wave goodnight to Clint and Pizza Dog, and head to your room, Kate trundling behind. She flops on your bed as you head into your bathroom.

“Hey, wash up before you go and dirty my bed,” you joke, offering a washcloth and some disinfectant. She merely rolls over, pouting.

“Don’ wanna,” she whines, sliding from the bed anyway and taking the dripping cloth from you. “Um, now may be a good time to mention that I don’t know how to treat wounds.”

You glance at her. A cut at her temple, some scrapes on her arms and face, and some bruising here and there. Nothing too bad, but enough to need attention. Flipping down the toilet lid, you gesture for her to sit, grabbing a first aid kit.

Humming Christmas carols, you pour some soap on the rag and begin to wipe the blood and dirt from her face.

Kate can’t help but soak in every detail. Your nose scrunches as you wipe and clean, and you let out satisfied huffs between phrases of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” when you successfully remove patches of dried blood.

You’re too absorbed in playing nurse to notice her staring, and she only snaps out of it when you grab the hydrogen peroxide. You whisper an “I’m sorry,” as you dab the cuts, softly shushing her as she wimpers from the sting.

Thankfully, the feeling doesn’t last long, and she can resume her staring as you grab ointment.

Kate isn’t sure how long it’s been since she started looking at you like this. She knows it started in high school. She remembers how scared she’d been. But now, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Loving you is the most natural thing in the world.

It’s uncharacteristic, how shy and awkward she becomes around you. For all of her confidence and swagger, you reduce her to fumbling her words and tripping over air. So she never said anything. Never brought it up, in hopes her pesky feelings would die out in college.

Then she saw you at her first college party and knew she had to admit her feelings at least to herself. Not like any girl absolutely sweep the football team at beer pong and leave on her own two feet. But you were you, so she wasn’t surprised.

She almost asked you out halfway through your freshman year of college, but finals were too stressful. Then, she tried again the next year for Valentine’s day, but another girl beat her to it. The year after that was the worst, since she almost got the full sentence of, “Will you go out with me?” out before being hit by a punk on a bicycle and having to get three stitches in her head.

And, well, she was going to ask you out a few days ago for Christmas, but then she destroyed a bell tower, infiltrated a black market auction, met an Avenger, and caught her apartment on fire. So her luck was not the best.

“Watcha thinking about?” you ask as you unwrap those little skinny bandages. You carefully hold the skin together as you apply them, still humming, now to “Little Drummer Boy.”

“You, everything about you,” she thinks. “I want to kiss you really bad.”

But those aren’t the kinds of things you tell your best friend after raiding her apartment, so she just shrugs.

“Nothing much.” You scoff, helping her up and throwing off your shirt and shimmying out of your jeans. You two have changed around each other so often that it’s no big deal, but Kate’s thoughts are still going a mile a minute.

Her heartrate hits top speed as you step past her to grab an oversized sleep shirt and some comfy shorts from the ground, bending down as she goes beet-red.

You toss her some clothes and she tugs them on, trying her best not to think about how they smell like your perfume.

Meanwhile, you slip into your clothes, turning around and immediately slapping a hand on her forehead.

“Kate, hun, you’re bright red. Do you have a fever?” you ask, brows knitting as you watch her shake her head.

“No, no fever here,” she chuckles nervously. “No, I’m just… The adrenaline from the fight is probably wearing of, so…” You take the excuse, clambering into bed and patting the spot next to you as you flick off the lamp.

Once you both get situated, you’re face-to-face in the dark, hands almost touching. The street lights filter through your blinds, projecting bright dots on your face and the wall behind you.

Kate watches you shuffle under the covers, burrowing into your pillow with a tired noise. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, unsure if she should say something or keep her hyperactive thoughts to herself.

“Hmm?” you ask. Although your eyes are closed, you can feel how restless she is.

“Are you mad at me?” Your eyes fly open, frowning.

“Kate, what?” She shook her head, immediately regretting the words that flew out of her mouth. “Kate, no. I am not mad at you. I promise, okay?” You take her face in your hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Get some rest, okay? Gotta have you energized to take out this Tracksuit Mafia tomorrow.”

———————————————————————

Kate did not get rest. For a while, she filtered in and out of sleep, adrenaline and nerves still running on overdrive. And as her mind spiraled, she began to worry.

These tracksuit guys were relentless. What if they trailed her and Clint to your apartment? What if they broke in? Oh, God, had she endangered you by coming here?

In her mind, your apartment was no longer a safe place. It was a trap, and you were stuck in it. She didn’t think she could forgive herself if you got hurt. Or if your apartment got burnt to a crisp.

The anxiety and panic began to set in, slowly building until Kate was wiping tears from her eyes.

As she sniffles quietly, you huff in your sleep, mumbling to yourself and scooting around the bed. She freezes as you roll over, tucking yourself under her arm and sprawling one arm and one leg over her. Great.

Not being able to shove you off, Kate rests her chin atop your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and attempting to slow her breathing.

Something about the proximity stirs something in the girl. Maybe because of how often she’s thought about this. Maybe because your arm is wrapped tightly around her waist as you quietly snore.

She runs a hand through your hair, freezing as you mumble. You wake up to the movement, blinking hazily. Lifting your head with a groan, you blink away your tiredness as you take in the situation.

“You alright?” you whisper, words muffled by sleep. She nods, hoping you’ll just go back to sleep. But you notice her shaky breaths, so you lay back on your side of the bed, facing her as you sigh. “What’s wrong?”

It takes her a little while to respond, but she manages eventually. “Did I make a mistake by coming here? Am I gonna get you hurt?”

You shake your head, gently patting her arm as you yawn. “No. I’ll be fine, Kate. Even if they did come by here, I doubt they’d be able to rough me up that much.” She frowns. “Hey, I can’t let a bunch of old dudes in tracksuits beat me up. Like, how embarrassing would that be?” you joke.

Some tension leaves her shoulders and she laughs, chasing away the worry suffocating her.

“You’re ridiculous,” she chuckles. “I love you so much.”

She genuinely doesn’t clock the words as they spill out, but she notices you still, even your breath stopping. You gulp, words stuck in your throat.

“You love me?” you ask, tearing up.

It’s Kate’s turn to pause. “I- wait, what? Did I say that?” She laughs, kicking herself as she watches her chance at asking you out dwindle away. “I don’t- What?”

You watch as she grows more upset with herself, reaching over to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Kate, hey. It’s okay.” Leaning in, you whisper to her. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You don’t wait for her to respond. “I love you, too.”

She shakes her head. “(Y/N), you don’t have to say that-“

“Shh. Shh your face,” you say, laughing as you pat her face in an attempt to stop her self-deprecation. “I love you. You just have to deal with it.”

When she continues rambling, you sigh, scooting closer and cupping your hand on her cheek. As you lean in, you wait for her to pull away. When she nods, barely noticeable in the dark, you close the space.

You only part when you both need air, giggling in the dark like two idiots that had been skirting around their feelings for years. “Well,” she grins. “Guess I’ll just have to deal with it.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #clint barton #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #requests open #request

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celestie0 · 19 days

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you putting “message in a bottle” in the kickoff playlist is so spot on bc i was listening to that exact song after i finished chapter 1 LOL. and “gold rush”??? one of the most gojo-coded songs ever.

i just wanted to say how much fun it’s been binge-reading this series. you put so much thought into the reader and gojo’s character, and i think it really makes them feel like real people. every few minutes i have to rant to myself about their actions bc i’m so passionate about them lol.

i love that you made their vulnerabilities feel real too. a lot of times characters like gojo who are heavily flawed tend to lack understanding from the audience because we can’t fathom why we should feel sympathy for a character like him, but the way you wrote his backstory made total sense as to why he is the way he is (like no joke right after chapter 6 i was like “this man needs to be humbled i can’t stand him” and then 2 seconds later i read his backstory in the next chapter and go “oh,,, shit,,,,”).

the digimon convo made me laugh LOL IT WAS SO CUTE. idk why but seeing guys be obsessed with a show or movie they loved since childhood is so precious to me 🥹

i cannot wait for the grovelling to continue. as much as i love gojo, he’s gonna have to do the most to show that he’s serious about the reader after everything thats happened 😤 and thE WAY I WAS SCREAMING AT THE RECENT CHAPTER OMG. i was begging the reader to leave and she did better by smacking tf out of that asshole, like YES thank you for having a backbone 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

i hope the reader becomes a super successful director and makes a movie that wins all the awards!!!(bc she does NOT need those gross men who kept belittling her) and thank you for writing, it’s been such a pleasure to read 🫶

my loooove thank you sososo much for this ask omg!! 😭💕 your comments on the series have me cryinnggg it means a lot to me :””) sm serotonin rn aaaaaa im so happy you’re enjoying the series!!!

YES message in a bottle is so glitter pen feel good happy song n i listened to it sm when i started writing kickoff (to me it fits the vibe of the sunny utoykyo practice field scenes where gojo walks her out to the field n stuff lol)

you put so much thought into the reader and gojo’s character, and i think it really makes them feel like real people. every few minutes i have to rant to myself about their actions bc i’m so passionate about them lol.

thank you SO much for saying this 😭 i do indeed think a lot about their characteristics LOL more than i do ab writing style or plot or anything else so to hear that it’s coming across to readers makes me so happy :”) BAHHA omg ranting about their actions is so real tbh i take breaks writing to do the same sometimes LOL

like no joke right after chapter 6 i was like “this man needs to be humbled i can’t stand him” and then 2 seconds later i read his backstory in the next chapter and go “oh,,, shit,,,,”

PLS i only realized after i published ch7 how weird it must be for readers who are binging to go from ch6 to ch7 😭 it goes from like horny & angry to just depressing JSKDJDHD but i’m glad it wasnt too much whiplash haha n that you enjoyed the characterization of his backstory :”) tbh that chap was almost gonna be in reader’s pov (w/out gojo backstory) n so when lovely readers like u mention that you appreciated the chap the way it is i really feel as though i made the right decision :””) ty for that

HAHAH i lovedd including the digimon scene it was so silly n cute n its also canon gojo likes digimon so it was just so much fun. AND YES READER SLAPPING TF OUTTA REN N THROWING ALCOHOL IN KAI’s FACE WAS 10/10 MOST SATISFYING THING TO WRITE I FELT THE CATHARTIC RELEASE OF A HUNDRED SUNS FROM THAT

yess 🙌🏼 reader is gonna slay in the film industry fosho, i’m manifesting for her n by manifesting i mean i will write it into existence LOL i’m excited to write some post-grad content for them once the series is over :”) tysm for this ask bb im sorry my response is kinda long LOL but i just had sm fun responding to your words 😭💕 have a wonderful day!!

#my heart did cartwheels when i saw this ask tysm bb #kickoff #asks #anon

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cloudlovethorne · 1 year

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Hearts on Ice : Part 1

Pairing : Sunghoon x Female Reader

Genre : Figure Skating AU

Synopsis : After a disappointing season for Park Sunghoon, he is eager to come back better than ever. What stands in his way is the rest of the world of figure skating including the American Champion and former World's Bronze Medalist Jay Park, Nishimura Riki, the Junior World Champion making his senior debut, and a host of original characters.

Words : 3,862

A/N : I made some weird mistake after I finished soo +-+ if something looks weird pls tell me

Two figure skaters, poised and ready Training hard, each day and night They glide and spin, with grace and beauty Their passion burning, a guiding light

The autumn air is crisp and cold But they stay focused, young and bold With each spin and each jump They know they must give their all, never slump

So they practice, day and night Honing their skills, ready to fight For the gold, for the fame For the love of the game

Tying the laces of her skates, (Y/N) tried her hardest to ignore the scratching of the blades on ice around her. Its all her fault anyways, oversleeping enough to allow Park Sunghoon to get to the rink first. Usually she's the first one in, practicing jumps and doing run-throughs long before he's even awake, but as of late there's been a resurgence of motivation in him.

Of course he has- the memories of last season were fresh in both of their minds. The memories for Park Sunghoon of a Triple Axel on life support and a Quad Salchow less stable than the late Princess Margaret. The memory of missing the Grand Prix Final, of not even being chosen for Worlds, losing out on Korea's one spot to the younger Kim Sunoo, whose seventh place performance earned Korea another male skater into this year's worlds. Those memories burned in the mind of Sunghoon, and for good reason. He was labelled to be Korea's next skater and within his first three seasons on the senior circuit, his only real accomplishment has been a bronze medal at NHK Trophy during his debut season. There was never any competition on the Junior circuit, and well it was the fault of Coach Lee and the Korean media for singing his praises. They all knew he was great, hailing him as the next Kim Yuna. If you call a fourteen year old boy the next olympic gold medalist then its only natural his work ethic will suffer. But after last season, the Korean media began asking questions- harsh ones about that lack of success. And after Kim Sunoo's success at Worlds, landing that same Quad Salchow that's eluded Sunghoon, the question had to be asked; why was Sunghoon the golden child? That was all he needed to start waking up before sunrise, to get to the rink before Coach Lee. That was all he needed to begin working as he should, and it was wonderful to see.

A thud on the ice and a small yelp quickly put a bookmark in those thoughts for (Y/N). Rising to see if any real damage had been done, she was met by nothing but the sight of Sunghoon pulling himself back to his feet while Coach Lee barked out exactly what it was that lead Sunghoon to his intimate encounter with the ice. A Quad Flip gone wrong- goodness? Quad Flip, another four revolution jump to his arsenal... The Quad Toe was always stable, Quad Salchow... well, never mind about the Quad Salchow, but a flip? How had Sunghoon improved so much unbeknownst to his own training partner? How? It was easy to explain that, (Y/N) was busy herself that offseason. Questions were asked of her to, mainly does she have what it takes to compete with the Russians? A very unfair question in her opinion. Those poor Russians, debuting at fifteen and retiring at seventeen or eighteen when their bodies could no longer handle their coaches expectations for them. But still of the last six world champions, five hailed from the training grounds of Moscow or St. Petersburg and they were the ones to bet on the ladies circuit.

(Y/N) carefully stepped her way onto the ice, choosing the corner of the rink furthest from the practicing male and considered her own past season. It could be described in one phrase, close but not there yet. She had qualified for the Grand Prix Final through a silver medal in Canada behind an upset winner, Adalina Beneventi, and a bronze medal in China, but came in fifth place out of the six skaters. The Four Continents Championship resulted in a disappointing silver medal behind Japan's Mihara Kimiko (Since Europeans don't compete at The Four Continents, it meant she didn't have to skate against the Russians), and Worlds came and went with nothing more than a ninth place finish after a fall on the Triple Lutz in the Free Skate... The Worlds that featured a full Russian podium with American and Japanese skaters grasping for fifth through tenth. However, sneaking in at ninth place was good enough to ensure two spots for Korea's female skaters at this year's worlds.

She skated on through her thoughts, warming up before attempting any jumps. A lot of work went into this offseason and with the Grand Prix assignments coming out tomorrow, it would soon be time to see how far that work could take her. The Triple Axel, bane of the last three months would have to be the key if she was going to be able to even compete against the Russian teenagers this season. All of those tiny girls and their quadruple jumps had been holding medals hostage from the rest of the world, but the Russian girls were inconsistent as their bodies were still growing and the hill that (Y/N) burrowed her belief that she might be able to steal one or two golds this season in was the hope that she could consistently land that Triple Axel... well that was the hope after all, in reality the jump was just as inconsistent and that lobbied together with failed attempts at a Triple Lutz-Triple Loop combination meant that this season looked as if it would be a repeat off last season.

But Figure Skating is scored in two scores- technical elements and artistic elements, and as (Y/N) already knew that while nobody had the jumps to compete with the Russians, she and the rest of the world would try to prepare the most creative programs to try and mitigate any gaps and capitalise on any mistakes. With a short program to El Tango de Roxanne and a free skate set to a Caro Emerald Jazz Medley, showmanship was the tactic for (Y/N). If Swing Jazz wasn't enough to sneak onto a podium, then she didn't know what it would take. The Russian girls were critiqued time and time again on one thing; when they skated, it looked like they were just waiting to jump, they weren't performing, they weren't artists, just jumpers. This could be said for all but Natalya Zhukova, the reigning European Champion, Worlds Silver Medalist, and Grand Prix Finals Silver medalist was said to be a ballerina on ice. And last year's free skate to Don Quixote just proved that...

She thought as she started her practice routine, first a few spins, a spiral, and some light jumps. Continuing on before a run-through of her programs, which by the noise of Chopin's Ballade No 1 in G Minor Op 23 blaring throughout the rink, she knew Sunghoon had started his and by the absence of the crash of body meeting ice, she came to the conclusion that it must've been going well. Maybe the Quad Flip was a good addition after all? She ran through it in her head.. Quad Toe, Quad Flip, Quad Salchow, and a Triple Axel? A World Championship medal could be won if that was the combination Sunghoon was going with. She turned her head to watch the final step sequence of the program as she skated along the boards.

On the other side of the rink across from her, she finally caught sight of the final skaters that made up the team under Coach Lee, the pair of Lee Heeseung and Lee Haewon. Out of the camp, they were coming off of the best season claiming gold medals at the Four Continentals, a bronze at the Grand Prix Finals, and an impressive fifth place at Worlds. Momentum was behind them, but the pressure was on as anything short of last season would be a disappointment to them and Coach Lee. They were the best pair that Korea had ever seen, an honour that they wore with great pride. Haewon, a close friend, she used to be a singles skater before she met Heeseung. (Y/N) had many memories of those small domestic novice competitions with her when they were younger.

A tantalising spin in tandem from the duo was the sight for (Y/N) as she skated past them en route to attempt a double axel. Two and a half revolutions later, she landed back on the ice and skated off. Sunghoon's run-through was over and (Y/N) took centre ice for an attempt at the free skate.

A breath in, the last moment before any program, the last clear breaths for the next four minutes. Four minutes where she would push her body to the limits, and greatly surpass them. That's what it meant to her, that's what skating was about. Finding that moment when any more exertion seemed impossible, and then finding the strength to go forth. Then a breath out.

The sound of Caro Emerald's "You Don't Love Me" now surrounded her as she began. The movements as rehearsed were delivered as she skated through the claps of Coach Lee and his requests for more flare. Finally- the first jump, Triple Axel, the lifeline of the program. She turned, stuck the left leg out, began rotation, lifted, and three and a quarter rotations later landed with her legs twisted, falling onto the ice. Quickly popping back up into her stride, transitioning into a spin she continued on for the rest of the program.

"Come on (Y/N), rotations.. arms in, push with the legs," Coach Lee sighed as (Y/N) skated off the ice.

"Yes coach," she nodded, untying her skates. She slid her feet out of them and walked over to set them next to her bag. Setting them down she looked back over at the bench to see Sunghoon sitting down across from her bag, taking a sip of water.

"Still no Triple Axel?" He asked with a slight head tilt, garnering nothing but an eye roll from his teammate.

"I could ask you the same thing," (Y/N) shot back, sitting down and unzipping her jacket, "At least I have some life in my programs."

"I," Sunghoon began, putting an indignant hand up to his chest, "am the epitome of elegance, and I reflect it in my skating. Also, for your information, I landed both my Triple Axels today."

(Y/N) mustered enough in her in order to offer up a small round of applause for this incredible achievement, "Good for you. I guess there's a first time for everything," she managed a chuckle before changing gears, "Grand Prix assignments come out tomorrow, what are you hoping for?"

"A medal," the attempt at a joke came out weakly as he tried hard to conceal the frown that threatened to show itself, "Hopefully NHK, I could use the chance to go to Japan again. I assume you want to dodge the Russians?"

"Well you can't dodge them," She massaged her thighs with a short laugh, "There's too many of them. I am hoping to at least avoid Natalya Zhukova or Yulia Sorokina."

"I understand Sorokina, she has the chance to break the World Record if she ever lands all her quad jumps, but Natalya? I know she's reigning European Champion, but she doesn't have the quad superpowers of Yulia Sorokina or Veronika Semenova," Sunghoon leaned forward for an answer.

"Yes, Natalya doesn't have the quads, but she's the most consistent... and beautiful, she's like a ballerina on dance. I've never seen her fall, while people like Sorokina fall all the time."

"Yes, but Sorokina can fall twice and still come in third."

(Y/N) shrugged in response at this as she leaned back, "Asking which one I want to avoid is pointless, I wish to avoid all of them. I mean you have Zhukova who won the European Championship, Sorokina who won the World Championship, and Semenova who won the Grand Prix finals, its really incredible how they managed to split the three... But you have your challenges too," she said flipping the conversation to the male discipline, "Jay Park... Nishimura Riki...."

"That Junior skater?" Sunghoon pressed while tapping the top of his water bottle.

"Junior World Champion," (Y/N) responded, "A lot of Quads, and a lot of passion and energy. I don't think you should underestimate him."

Shrugging his shoulders, he rubbed his face with his right hand as he attempted to form an opinion on the young skater, "Okay, but still when you look at Japan, he has to go through Nakata Jun."

"Jun? You know I love him, but let's be honest he can't put together two consecutive successful seasons and he won Four Continents last year... But now that Soda Yuji's retired, they're saying its his year. I doubt it though..."

"Now you're being mean," Sunghoon squeezed out between a set of soft giggles, "There's also Suko Katsu, he's young too."

"Riki already beat him when they were both Juniors, I'm saying he's competition, both of them are. And Kim Sunoo- seventh in worlds, its one of the best results Korea has ever seen in the male discipline. Christian Cohen, that one American boy- He medaled a lot on the Junior stage, he's making his senior debut too. And of course you're forgetting the European Champion Ilya Nikitin." "I get it, I get it. There's lots of skaters in the world. I'll do my best, and I know you always do yours."

"Well my best hasn't been good enough for years," (Y/N) sighed as she stood up, "I think that's all for me today. Tomorrow is the big day, I'll see you then."

"Don't go on that note," Sunghoon lamented, "Your best will always be good enough. I'll try to match it, and maybe then I won't embarrass myself this season."

"You never embarrass yourself," She walked over to pick up her bag, "We all have off days-"

"I seem to have a lot," He sighed, "But anyways, I'll see you tomorrow," he sent her with a wave and a smile as he turned back to re-enter the rink.

The next morning was not a friend to (Y/N). Awaking to the sounds of what seemed to be a million notifications only made her aware of one thing, Grand Prix Assignments have been released. She would soon be aware of which two of six events she would competing in her campaign to hopefully reach another Grand Prix Final. This would be her third year skating, she was lucky enough to reach the finals in her second year. That finals of course, was won by Veronika Semenova. She finally found the energy deep in her soul to sit up. Funny how an athlete can be so easily defeated by Apollo's gift. One glance at the clock on her bedside table was all the wakeup she needed. Late- late... she threw off the knitted blanket made for her by Coach Lee's wife when she was twelve. A small yelp left her lips as she stubbed her toe against some stupid desk that really should've been placed at least ten centimeters more to the left, she continued jumping about as she tried to get out of pyjamas and into anything decent enough to go out in.

She pulled on a burgundy coat over some complimentary 'Korean skating federation' t-shirt that they get sent to them each year and a lovely pair of trainers, a rose print on them; a gift from Haewon. Desperately trying not to be too late for the second day in a row, she called for a taxi on the mobile app while eating a small breakfast. She jumped in the backseat as it arrived, "To the rink- up the hill, yes," she nodded at the driver as he drove off to her meeting with Sunghoon, Heeseung, Haewon, and Coach Lee where they would discover the assignments.

"I'm not too late am I?" (Y/N) cried out after opening the large glass door to the rink and cutting through the lobby past the registration desk, "Nobody peaked at the assignments without me?"

"We were moments away... perfect timing as always," Heeseung quipped, arm wrapped around Haewon. He lazily picked up his wrist just enough to offer a small wave which (Y/N) happily returned.

Haewon patted the seat next to her, naturally (Y/N) slid in and exchanged good mornings while Coach Lee began to look over the chart one last time before announcing the assignments to his skaters.

"Alright everyone," Coach Lee began, "I'll go in order of the Grand Prix events and we'll see which one of us will be going where," He croaked out a small chuckle, "What an exciting time each year. The first Grand Prix, Skate America..." He paused for dramatic effect.

Haewon laughed and leaned forward to drum her fingers against the table, Heeseung joined her as the rest of the team erupted in laughter.

"Thank you," Coach Lee nodded, "Going Skate America will be Park Sunghoon and (Y/N)." Sunghoon stood up after a short moment of hesitation and made his way around the seating area towards (Y/N), "I look forward to enjoying Las Vegas with you," He chuckled. He held out both his hands for a high-five which was quickly granted to him. A giggle escaped both their lips as (Y/N) looked up to his eyes. There was a joy to them tinged with a certain sense of relief. Sunghoon never did enjoy travelling alone.

"Also competing," Coach Lee continued, "In the Men's Discipline, Jay Park, World's Bronze Medalist, Grand Prix Finals Silver Medalist, and American National Champion," He was briefly interrupted by a groan, "Christian Cohen, Junior Grand Prix Silver Medal, Junior World Champion Silver Medal... oh goodness, poor think lost to Nishimura Riki in every event they competed against each other in," (Y/N) took the chance to shoot an 'I-told-you-so' glance at the skater who had taken the seat next to her, "Jake Sim-" Coach Lee got out before setting down his phone to rub his eyes. He picked his phone back up, "No, I saw that correctly... An Australian? Figure Skater?" He looked around the room seemingly for an explanation.

"Jake Sim?" Sunghoon sat up brushing knees with (Y/N), "Yeah- Youth Olympics, years ago... He competed with me. A very nice boy, not really that good at skating yet, but if he's made it to the Grand Prix of Figure Skating, he must've gone through major improvements in the past few years."

"That's good," Coach Lee absentmindedly put, "And then the only other major one is Rolan Kuzmin, he hasn't really had a good season in recent memory, but a former European Champion is a former European Champion. Now for the ladies," Coach Lee swiped on his phone, "Our lovely (Y/N) of course. Mallory Rose, the reigning American Champion, Bronze Medal at the Four Continents-"

"Mallory Rose? I thought she retired to go to University. She's studies physics, don't tell me she's a student and a skater," Haewon interjected, "I could never, I gave up on academics years ago."

"You gave up academics I think your first year of school. You were five, I believe," Heeseung said, earning a slap on the shoulder and a pout from his partner.

"Katia Pushkina is the other notable one," Coach Lee chose to ignore the side chatter.

"YES!" however he was interrupted by the clap of (Y/N)'s hands, "I love Katia... She's literally known as the Queen of Figure Skating, what more do you need."

"Someone's still got their posters up on the wall?" Sunghoon laughed, "You can get her autograph while we're there."

"(Y/N) does have a point. Katia is twenty-seven years old, and being from Russia, a country famous for having every single skater for the past decade and a half retire at eighteen, it is remarkable to see her still going. She was the World Champion in 2013, but she broke her back later that year after she turned eighteen and instead of retiring like every other one of her compatriots, she came back."

"But she was unsuccessful, she finished what- Ninth in the Russian Championships in her return year, missed the Grand Prix Finals after finishing last in both her assignments, missed Europeans and Worlds-"

"Heeseung please, she persisted, and she had the courage to keep fighting. She made the Grand Prix Finals last year, like eight years after that World Championship win and she won bronze," Haewon sighed, "She's gotten that Triple Axel that won her that World Champion back and she's looking like she's in shape."

"That is what makes her a woman of interest for us, Katia is a fighter... and one who fights, is one who can't be counted out. Now please let me read the assignments," Coach Lee reeled them back in, "Skate Canada belongs to our lovely pair," he persisted over the sound of their clapping, "Nobody goes to France.... Cup of China! Park Sunghoon. The competition in China really is Ilya Nikitin, current European Champion, has qualified for every Grand Prix Final since he became a senior. Kim Sunoo, the boy who replaced you at Worlds last season," (Y/N) took a side glance over at Sunghoon. By the tension in his jaw, she felt that China was an important one for Sunghoon to medal at, "Suko Katsu, he's been strong, Silver Medal in Japanese Championship. Fourth place at the Four Continents. Lu Nianzu, he is inconsistent, but assuming he can finally land all the jumps in his program, he has the potential to win any competition he skates in."

"Also skating in China is our pair, your main rivals are Hao and Ren. They took Silver at Worlds. But a medal should be easy and that paves an easy path into the Grand Prix Finals," Coach Lee drew a breath finally, "Now onto the NHK Trophy which (Y/N) will be skating at. Your main competition is Natalya Zhukova, European Champion, Russian Champion- and by that horrid noise that just left your mouth, I assume you know all about her. Min Haru, the only woman in Korea who can contend with you... No real accomplishments on the Grand Prix circuit, and then Mihara Kimiko, reigning Four Continents Champion, Japanese Champion, Fourth at Worlds only behind the Russians, and stopped an All-Russian podium at last year's Grand Prix Finals by taking bronze."

(Y/N) felt Sunghoon's patting on her back. Of course she drew Mihara Kimiko for her Grand Prix Assignments. The best skater outside of Russia. The only woman outside of Russia to land a quad, to land a Triple Axel in competition... It was her luck of course. The twenty-two year old had five years under her belt as a senior skater. Best result coming in 2019 with a World's Silver Medal... Besides she was an Olympic Silver Medalist - granted it was in the team event, Three time and reigning Four Continents champion..

"And that's all for this team's assignments, I look forward to a wonderful season. We depart for Las Vegas in a few weeks." Coach Lee smiled, putting his phone in his pocket, "Tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to dinner."

Team Lee cheered as they set off to get into skating gear for another day of training...

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Incident Report (Michael Langdon x Reader)

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Summary: Michael treats everything at Kineros like it's his, including dangerous chemicals that he should not be playing with like he is. What happens when he creates a mess that affects both of you?

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: Content includes smut, explicit sexual situations, characters being kind of mean to each other, sex pollen trope, and mentions of Satanism. Reader is gender-neutral, and there is no use of Y/N in this story.

I think this is the first stand-alone fic I've written for this blog in months, and of course, it's nothing but smut. I hope you all enjoy, or at the very least, feel yourself blushing a little while you read. I appreciate feedback, and would love to chat with you about any and everything! Likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

You roll your eyes when an unfortunately familiar presence sidles up next to you in the lab, taking advantage of the fact that you're not locked up in your office like usual. The reason for that need for solitude, also known as the person now standing next to you, can't seem to take the hint that you want nothing to do with him.

There's no doubt in your mind that Michael Langdon is the Antichrist. Not after his first day here, when you watched him incinerate a woman before your very eyes when you had gone to the main research lab simply to get a coworker to check an equation you had been working on. The way that his eyes turned black afterwards, cracks appearing on his too-white face as the building became stiflingly hot, convinced you of his Satanic lineage pretty early on.

But that wasn't the reason that you couldn't stand Michael. No, he gets on your nerves for entirely human reasons. He's got an abrasive, blunt personality that would make even the most stern teacher cringe. Entitlement rolls off of him in waves, the result of being...well, entitled to everything. What he wants, he gets, and he knows it. He can be cruel, and not to mention the ever-present fear of your soul being reduced to ashes should he perceive a slight from you.

Also, he's really fucking hot, which is unfair considering how much of a pain in your ass he is.

"Michael," you greet as blandly as possible, refusing to even look at him, "shouldn't you be sacrificing a goat right about now?"

"It must be quite demeaning to be wasting your talent as a lackey for two sex-obsessed coke-heads when you could be curing cancer."

It should sting, but the insult-swapping quickly became commonplace when speaking with Michael. "Aw, you think I'm talented?" You hold a hand to your chest in faux flattery and finally look at Michael, who rolls his eyes with a smirk on those infuriatingly full lips.

"In the same way that a kindergartner is talented at tying their shoes."

Though you both glare at each other, you break the stalemate first as you turn back to the wall of cabinets with different chemicals and lab materials. You're working on artificial synapses for a potential contract with the VA, which requires more than the supplies that you keep in your office and personal lab. "Jeff and Mutt are out at a business lunch with Elon right now. Ms. Venable can probably tell you when they're supposed to get back."

"What makes you think I'm looking for those two?"

"The fact that they've been involved in super-secret Satanist stuff with you since the moment you waltzed through the doors."

Your attention is divided between Michael and the chemicals you're staring at as you run through the mental list of what chemicals you want to try to make the right electrolyte solution to support a synapse outside of the brain. Potassium, calcium, sodium, and magnesium are all located and grabbed, and you gently place them on the lab table behind you.

"So, if you're not here for Jeff and Mutt, why are you here? I wasn't aware that a degree in chemical engineering was something that you possess."

Michael's hand trails along your shoulder, and you stiffen slightly. "I'm here to observe my assets and see if there's any necessary cuts I need to make." His grip tightens onto you, and you shake him off.

"Feel free to observe then." You gesture to a lab stool near you. "Please, don't let me and my work get in the way of that."

For the most part, Michael does leave you to your work with only the occasional snide comment sent your way. Thankfully, even the son of Satan has some manners, and he entertains himself as you work on measuring your needed chemicals according to the formula you've been working on and adjusting for a few days now. By 'entertaining himself', Michael plays around with random items left behind by other scientists and researchers.

"Do I really have to tell you not to play with fire?" you snap, looking up at Michael as he continuously uses the spark lighter in his hand.

"It's not fire," he retorts, making sparks once again with the lighter, "yet."

"Give me that!" You snatch it away from him and toss it harshly into a drawer. "Why is that amusing to you, anyways? Can't you make fire with just your mind?"

"I can." Michael opens his hand, and fire dances in his palm before he closes his fist and extinguishes it. "But it gets boring after a few hundred or so times."

"Hm."

Michael picks up a vial with some sort of iridescent powder in it, turning it this way and that so that it shines in the light. "This isn't the usual white powder I see in this lab," he says, referencing the bowls of cocaine your bosses are so fond of.

"Me neither, though I'm not down in this lab often."

"Yes, I've noticed that you've been avoiding me."

Your face heats up. "I'm not avoiding you! Your presence just makes it impossible to get any work done, what with the fanfare that surrounds you."

"It's okay to admit that you get nervous around me."

"Okay," you scoff, because that's obviously the furthest thing from the truth, and reach for the vial in his hand. "Can you stop messing with things that aren't yours?"

Michael jerks his hand away right as you make contact with his skin. "It's not yours, either," he points out.

"You're acting like a child." Again, you try and grab it from him, and again, he teasingly keeps it just far enough away that you end up stumbling out of your seat by overextending yourself. "C'mon, please put it down. We don't know what's in there or how it's going to react if you keep shaking it."

"It's powder, I'm sure it will be okay."

Once more you attempt to snatch the vial from Michael, sure that you've caught him off guard this time. And he does seem to be a millisecond slower than when you previously tried this move, but that's to your disadvantage when he loses his grip in his haste to beat your move. It happens simultaneously too fast and too slow for you to do anything, and both you and Michael can only watch as the vial falls to the floor.

The glass breaks all too easily, and you silently curse Jeff and Mutt for not investing in the shatterproof vials that are so common now. The powder puffs up into the air and, though you cover your nose with your hand, you know that you're still fucked. It only takes seconds for airborne particles to absorb into the skin, and since you hadn't anticipated on actually dealing with chemicals outside of their containers or anything dangerous, you're not in any sort of PPE.

You look up at Michael with wide eyes, only to see him mirroring your expression. Finally, you remember that an unidentified chemical compound is polluting the area, and you come back into control of your body. "Move!" you yell, pushing Michael back as you back away too.

"Is it deadly?" he asks, allowing you to pull him towards the emergency wash station.

"How would I know? I told you that I hadn't seen it before!"

You pull the bright yellow pull rod once you're sure that you're both under the shower head, and Michael sputters in shock as a deluge of water rains down. "What the fuck?"

"Dangerous, unknown chemicals!" you explain as if it should be obvious. To you, it is obvious, since this is protocol you've had drilled into you since your first year of undergrad. Once you're both drenched enough to where you're sure any remaining powder is washed off of you, you release the pull rod to stop the water.

"You could have warned me," Michael complains.

"Yeah, and you could have warned me!" You go to wipe the water out of your eyes, only to realize that you're suddenly dry. Looking at Michael, you see he's the same. "How..."

"I conjured fire in my hand and you're questioning how I magically dried us off?"

You roll your eyes. "I'm going to go back to my office, grab an incident report, and check in the work drive to see if I can find out whose experiment this was, what it's made out of, and if we need to hightail it to the ER. Can you look at the files in here and see if you can find anything?"

You leave before Michael answers and has a chance to say no to your request, locking yourself in your office and immediately groaning. How could things have gone so wrong, so fast? You've spent many, many days and nights in a lab, and never have you experienced a textbook disaster. At the very least, you've known what the damn chemical or compound you've been exposed to is.

As you begin your search through the Kineros database, you're acutely aware of the fact that you're hyper-vigilantly watching for any sort of adverse reaction to the chemicals that you were exposed to. Still, as you flit from one coworker's recent lab journals to the next, you're struck by just how hot it suddenly is in your office. Like, sweat-beading-on-your-skin hot. You have the small desk fan blowing directly into your face, and it's sweltering.

It's impossible to focus due to the heat, so you grumble and take your shirt off to try and get some work done. That seems to alleviate the problem for a little bit, until you become light-headed. The dizziness is overpowering, and it doesn't help that your entire body is tingling. The words on the computer screen swim in and out of your line of vision, making them indecipherable. Your head sluggishly falls to the desk, and you groan when that small movement sends a jolt of something hot and not entirely unpleasant through your body.

A lot of time may have passed between this and when you hear a knock on your door, or no time at all. Honestly, you're not quite sure when it feels like it's been the duration of one blink of your eyes. When you do hear someone knocking on your door, you can barely muster the energy to glance in that general direction.

"Let yourself in!" you call, waiting for the door to open. Instead, it remains closed.

"Um, the door is locked." Your lower stomach twists when you hear Michael on the other side of the door, though you're not sure why. It must be a twist of disgust, right? The shiver down your spine is a shiver of hate and not delight?

"You're the one who has magic, dude." The door clicks open after a moment, as if he just realized that you're right. Your swimming vision becomes clear again, and you see Michael's flushed face looking at you with confused concern.

"You're...not wearing a shirt." Fuck, has his voice always been so smooth and sexy?

"It's hot," you say dumbly, as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. "Aren't you hot? Your cheeks are red."

"A little, but I'm also not committing public indecency."

"We're in my office, it's not that public." Though you can't muster the willpower to lift your head up, you do manage to prop yourself up on your elbow. "I can't find anything on the computer."

"Makes sense, since I found Jeff's lab notes in his office." Michael holds out a small notebook, approaching your desk to hand it to you.

When your hand brushes against his, you have to bite back a moan at the skin-on-skin contact. Through the brain fog, you're starting to get a little concerned. Never have you been so suddenly affected by anybody, let alone someone who gets on your nerves in the way that Michael does.

"It appears that Jeff was experimenting with some sort of artificial, enhanced aphrodisiac," Michael says.

You laugh, sure that he's joking. When he doesn't join in, you grow quiet. "Why?"

"From his notes, it seems like he was trying to justify it as something to help induce compatibility and attraction to encourage reproduction among survivors after the bombs drop. Knowing Jeff, though, I would wager that he just wants to make himself irresistible."

"Well, what do we do?" You stand up from your chair, almost falling back down into the seat when your lower abdomen flexes and sends sparks through you. Biting back a moan, you lean against the desk nonchalantly.

"I don't know," Michael says, running a hand through his hair. "I was going to try to call Jeff or keep looking for more information, but then I started to feel a little—"

"Dizzy?" you interrupt, and Michael nods. "Me too."

"You look like you have a fever," Michael notes, laying the back of his hand on your forehead.

You inhale sharply at the touch, and when his hand comes to feel your cheek, you can't stop yourself from wrapping your lips around one of his fingers. Michael lets out a quiet moan as you hum, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You feel like some sort of sex demon has possessed you. You're not thinking of any of the possible consequences or repercussions of your actions. Instead, you're just thinking of how good this makes you feel.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Michael finally says, snapping himself out of his stupor. "This is—we don't like each other."

"I've always heard hate sex is the best sex," you posit, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Should we see if that's true?"

"Neither of us are in our right mind."

You roll your eyes. "We're aroused, Michael, not under mind control."

Maybe the part of Michael that's not human makes the aphrodisiac take longer to affect him than it did to affect you, or maybe he's just got a lot more willpower than you. Whatever the case, something in him finally snaps when his hands go to your waist and his lips crash against yours.

Your senses are so heightened due to the chemicals running through your blood right now, and it feels like you and Michael are two magnets of opposite polarities with the way that you can't pull yourself away from his touch. Michael slips his tongue into your mouth, and you put your hand on top of one of his to move it to your chest. He slips his hand under your tank top and palms you, fingers finding your nipple almost right away. You moan, moving your lips down his jaw and onto his neck so that you can suck a hickey onto his skin.

Backing Michael up, you sit him down on the couch in your office and settle yourself on his lap, your lips connecting with his again as he quickly rips your tank top off of you. You can feel him below you, hard and straining against his pants, and you grind your hips down on his in response. Michael moans and nips your bottom lip before finally pulling away so that you can yank his shirt off of him. As you do so, you admire his blown pupils that swallow almost the entirety of the blue in his eyes, as well as how his chest heaves while he tries to catch his breath.

"Why haven't we done this before?" Michael muses, reluctantly taking his hands off of you so that you can both take off your respective bottoms.

"Because an idiot hasn't dropped an aphrodisiac in front of us before," you quip. Michael pinches your side at that, and you yelp. Of course, even that feels hot, and your hips are spurred to roll against his again. "Fuck!"

"I didn't think you would be such a pain slut," Michael degrades.

Swallowing harshly, you thread a hand through his hair and yank back harshly, enjoying the startled moan he lets out. "I could say the same for you."

When Michael's fingers finally ghost along your soaking core, the thoughts in your brain turn to static. He huffs out a laugh, teasing you mercilessly by touching you just on the edge of where you wanted him most. No matter which way you writhe against him, he's always just a step ahead of you. He gets fed up with your moving around and pushes you down so you're laying on the couch with Michael hovering over you.

One of his arms pins your hips in place so he can finally, finally slip his fingers inside of you. Your head falls back when you moan, and Michael takes the opportunity to kiss the skin that you reveal there. It's impossible to think as his fingers work against you, curling and beckoning you closer to your edge, not that you particularly want to think right now. Why think when you can just focus on the delicious pleasure that Michael's wringing from you?

Even with Michael's fingers inside you and his thumb pressing against you in a way that makes you see stars, it's not enough. You need all of him, in the most intimate of ways.

"Michael," you mumble against his lips, tears pricking your eyes with just how desperate you're starting to become, "please, please fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?" Michael asks, smirking when you whine. "Tell me how bad you want it?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Beg for it."

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't dare to beg for someone to have sex with you. But these are nothing like normal circumstances, and you quickly begin to comply. "I need you to fuck me," you plead. "Please Michael, I need you inside me. I want you to make me cum, 'n I wanna make you cum—"

Michael pulls a gasp from you when he pulls his fingers from you, tapping his digits against your lips. You suck them into your mouth and moan when you taste yourself on his skin, the sound becoming choked when Michael gives in and fucks you like you've been begging him to do.

Michael stretches you just enough to take your breath away, and you relish in the way that his slow thrusts allow you to feel him throb inside of you. Your senses are on fire, and every touch, every noise, every kiss, is notched up by a thousand from anything you've ever felt before. Even just the mere weight of his body against you drives you slightly insane.

At some point, his fingers are replaced against your mouth with his own lips, and he swallows your moan when he angles his hips to hit a sensitive spot inside you. Even among this, you manage to open your eyes for longer than a second, and what you see pleases you to no end.

The Antichrist himself, the son of Satan and the harbinger of the apocalypse, looks as if he's found salvation between your legs. His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and he's breathing roughly as he tries to stifle his own moans. Enraptured, you think to yourself. Michael Langdon is enraptured by you, a regular, non-Satanist person. You grin from the gratification, and you're glad that Michael's eyes are still closed so he doesn't try to spin it to his advantage.

Without warning, the spring that's been slowly and surely tightening inside of your abdomen snaps, and you cum with a surprised shout. Michael kisses you to keep you from being too loud, and your own pleasure means that you hardly register him pulling out of you a second before he covers the skin of your torso with ropes of his cum. Antichrist intuition, you suppose.

Michael rolls off of you, falling onto his back on the floor next to the couch. You both take a moment, breathing heavily, before he nudges you with his hand. You look down at him to see him holding your undershirt out towards you, presumably for you to clean yourself up.

"Oh," you say, taking it from him gratefully, "thank you."

"It's the least I could do," Michael teases, "after I just railed you."

"Don't flatter yourself too much." Still, this lacks the regular bite that most of your insults do, and you instead smile fondly at him. "It was—not bad."

"'Not bad'," Michael repeats. "I'll take it."

Slowly, you let your hand fall off the couch and hang by Michael. Even slower, Michael finally grabs it, and you both sit in silence as you do the frenemy (are you frenemies now? You can't really consider him your enemy after the great sex) version of aftercare.

"I am not including this in the incident report," you declare, smiling at the way Michael giggles. The knowledge that you've made the Antichrist giggle is something that you'll definitely remember with pride.

"Yeah, I would definitely suggest leaving that out."

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tokiloki · 2 years

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hii! can I please ask for a fluff imagine with Baji and Kazu of how they'd react when you both watch a movie together? You can write different genres of movies of you want!

thank you! <3 <3

AAAAAH TY FOR REQUESTING ❤️

💮TR BOYS WHEN WATCHING A MOVIE

🌸CHARACTERS : Keisuke Baji/ Hanemiya Kazutora.

🏵️WARNINGS: Established relationships / crack/none other ig???Half assed writing im sorry T-T

KEISUKE BAJI :

-Watching movies with Baji is one of the most exciting ways to watch a movie.

-Since you guys consider staying home together a date, then this is a date too.

-Baji gets really into what you're watching, he's the type who screams at characters whenever they do absolutely anything he calls 'dumb'

-Depending on the genre he has different reactions and tendencies.

For example when you watch a horror movie, you'd best invest in some earplugs because this man *screams*.

He checks your house before he leaves and makes sure everything is locked properly, paranoia on peak.

He cuddles you to his chest, telling you it's just a movie but he's the one holding onto you for dear life.

And if he watched Action movies????

God help you

This man gets so into it, even more than you thought.

He always comments on how unrealistic the hair is in the fight scenes.

Very blatantly, you tell him to shutup because he isnt one to talk when it comes to hair and fights.

-he quietly attempts to recreate some of the stunts and bike scenes.

"Kei babe, where are you I'm abt to leave-"

*opens the door to your room*

"Kei-"

'IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE Y/N STOP TAKING PICS NO'

Send the pic to chifuyu and kazutora they'll pay you

GENERAL HCS

-He brings alot of food.

Whatever you want to eat, just name it.

Packets of yakisoba, candy, cakes, chips and random dinner leftovers litter the whole place.

Y'alls stomachs don't stop.

-When he screeches he insists it's because the yakisoba is hot.

-very touchy when you're watching

-Cuddles you, lays on your stomach or just sprawls himself across the place.

-He wraps you both in a blanket burrito if it's a cold day.

-Favourite childhood movie: The lion King

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

Calming to watch a movie with

-Definitely the kind you can take to the movies if you want.

-If you're ever sick or tired or he is, a movie is your go-to comfort.

No need to buy earplugs he isn't a vocal menace. (unlike some-)

He seems unresponsive sometimes but he's actually just very concentrated.

He gets emotional when it comes to movies.

If you hear tissues rustling then this man is having an emotional breakdown next to you.

He loves watching;

Mystery!

-he enjoys trying to solve mysteries before the characters do.

-suits his paranoid personality tbh

-he makes theories if its a film series, calls chifuyu and tells him about them.

-extremely concentrated when it comes to mystery.

-gets deflated moods when he doesn't manage to solve it.

"Princess this is all Mikeys fault-"

Cheer him up with cuddles, hes very soft for you.

Pouts when he feels childish after not solving the mystery, it's super cute.

-like Baji, his paranoia skyrockets and he uses it as an excuse to sleep over.

-He's gonna hold you very tight at night if hes feeling paranoid +childish.

Slice of life!

-you thought takemichi was a crybaby?

-this man is torn to shreds over slice of life movies

-He likes seeing the ups and downs of lives

-he relates to the bitter moments and feels better when they're resolved.

He becomes somewhat peaceful when he watches them

-Always contemplates his life afterwards.

GENERAL HCS

-He's either cuddling you, or the pillow

-Rests his head on your lap, stroke his hair please

-Major popcorn consumer

-Falls asleep straight away after the movie ends, usually with his head on your lap.

-Rests his head in the crook of your neck sometimes.

Likes to watch: Jose the tiger and the fish.

A/N: honestly if you read up to here then I apologise for the half assed writing im still rusty. I hope y'all enjoyed tho 👌pls send in requests if u can. Love u guys.

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. faceless

. knows how to code

. artist

. streams them drawing video game characters

. minor

. makes indie / horror games

form: headcanons

genre: platonic, fluff(??)

warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

quackity

okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)

he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics

he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D

would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!

"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"

"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j

"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"

"NO WAIT WAIT"

"so what do you think?"

also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!

would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!

if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard

if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!

you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you

might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him

like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there

when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get

at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference

then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos

overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)

tommy

he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams

"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"

if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say

the just like being surprised :)

as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!

he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!

tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games

so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk

so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;

if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream

"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"

fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((

also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it

like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)

dream

COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝

and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it

"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"

fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)

offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player

power duo fr fr o/

people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???

you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!

fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,

you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in

AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????

wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)

would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him

you're also in his streams when you can :)

also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat

one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀

being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well

nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game

like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭

also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)

and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)

would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing

"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"

ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/

would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try

maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭

dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos

ranboo

first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??

also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲

its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added

and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)

he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again

he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!

will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"

will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well

as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!

doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people

but will join an art stream if you ask

will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?

"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"

yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)

if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^

will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should

also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you

overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh

niki

I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to

she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;

honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')

and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat

also compliments, tons of compliments!

might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,

if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!

I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?

she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!

yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you

there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos

would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff

assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !

I can't decide if she would play your games or not

bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand

but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,

so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!

jack manifold

genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!

can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up

everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it

will play the games you've made as soon as he can

if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)

people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker

difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!

listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them

like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)

you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"

he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos

and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D

and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)

and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it

if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can

"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)

another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point

taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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second best. cesar diaz

word count: 1642

warnings: alcohol abuse and lots of tears

requested: uh no another one from the archives

plot: cesar always picks monse over you

a/n: wow am i actually posting an imagine for an omb character that isn’t oscar???? pls note **all characters are of age** thank u hope u like

masterlist

you stumbled forward, tripping over your own feet on the way to the bathroom. jasmine, grabbed your arm, stopping your from falling flat on your face. you were such a mess. you didn't think you'd ever been that drunk before. but once you'd started you couldn't slow down.

jasmine had been keeping an eye on you all night, making sure you didn't get into any trouble but it was hard. you were all over the place. dancing. drinking. sitting. talking. you moved around quicker than she could keep up with. you were trying to forget about him, she knew that, so she let you drink yourself silly. but she didn't want you to get hurt in the process. you were pretty emotionally unstable.

he'd chosen her over you again. story of your life. you loved monse, which made it even harder for you to be mad at her. cesar on the other hand, you were ready to throw hands in you saw him again tonight. he played around with you so much it hurt. you'd been crushing on him for so long and he showed signs too. but he always chose monse over you. you could never compete. it broke your heart.

hence the alcohol.

but it was catching up with you. you entered the bathroom, jasmine quickly pulling your hair out of your face and tying it back. you were now kneeling on the bathroom floor with your head in the toilet as you threw up everything that was in your system.

tears formed in your eyes when you slumped back against the bath, wiping the sides of your mouth. you were a mess. "i just don't understand," you cried softly. jasmine wrapped her arm around you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. she was a good friend, no matter what anyone said. "why doesn't he want me?"

she shushed you, tightening her grip on you as you cried into her shoulder. "he doesn't deserve you. mami, you deserve so much better than him," she tried to reassure you. you knew she was right. but this was cesar, he'd been your friend for years, there was no one better than him. he was the nicest guy you knew. he always walked you home, helped you study, hung out with you when you were sad. he did all of this and more but he would never choose you over monse. you didn't want him to pick anyone over anyone. you just wanted him to pick you.

he'd always made it seem that he felt more for you than just a friend, he treated you different to how he treated his other friends. it made no sense. you cried out of frustration. you felt pretty battered and weak at this point, you just wanted to go home.

you sniffled, composing yourself after you'd let yourself have a good cry. you needed that. you needed to get it all out.

"hey—" your head snapped to the unlocked bathroom door, where ruby and jamal now stood after barging in. they must have seen you and jasmine come in here earlier. "woah— what happened?" their demeanours both changed quickly when they saw your sad face and jasmine glaring at them to watch what they said.

"nothing," you wiped under your eyes, though it was hard to disguise what had happened. you stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. your mascara had smudged under your puffy eyes and your cheeks were pink and wet. you sighed. "i'm gonna go home."

jasmine handed you a wipe, and you began cleaning yourself up. you suddenly felt incredibly sober. you wiped under your eyes, and took off the little makeup you had on. you splashed your face with cold water and downed some mouthwash. you didn't think ruby would mind since this was his house.

"y'sure you don't wanna talk about it?" jamal piped up. they had all stood outside while you got yourself together. you nodded upon exiting the bathroom. "we can walk you home."

you shook your head. "it's ok. i need to be by myself."

"ok. i get it. but you can be by yourself with us, girl, 'cause you're not walking yourself home. it's late,” jasmine chimed in. ruby and jamal agreed, and soon enough they were all walking you back to your house. they all chattered, trying to take your mind off things but you remained in a quiet little bubble, drowning out any noise they were making. you appreciated them doing this but you weren't up to talking. you just wanted to get home and climb into bed.

"hey—" you'd been so in a daze you hadn't noticed cesar walking towards you guys. he was puffed out, like he'd been running here. he glanced at you quickly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly when he saw your face. but he quickly averted his attention back to the group. "did i miss the party already?" he joked.

ruby explained that they were walking you home, not giving any further details. "you can go to the house. we'll be back soon."

"uh— no— i'll come with," you all continued walking to your house. you remained silent. you couldn't look at him again. you could already feel yourself getting worked up.

you felt a hand touch your arm, pulling you back from the group who carried on walking. jasmine gave you a quick glance to make sure you were good. you gave her a reassuring nod before turning to see cesar in front of you.

"are you ok?" he furrowed his eyebrows again. his concern becoming immediate now he'd pulled you from the rest of the group. as best as you had tried to clean yourself up, you couldn't control your pink cheeks and puffy eyes. but you really didn't wanna talk about it, especially with him.

"fine," you nodded. you carried on walking with him beside you now. your voice was a little groggy but you cleared your throat hoping he wouldn't notice. "how's monse?"

"you sure?" he was watching you as you walked next to him, trying not to look at him for too long. "you're quiet."

you just nodded. "you didn't answer my question."

he was confused. "she's— she's fine. something came up with her mom— but i don't understand— have you been crying?" he grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. you ducked your head.

"i don't wanna talk about it—"

you tried to walk on but he grabbed your hand quickly pulling you back. "no— wait— tell me what happened— please,” he squeezed your hand tight, still holding on. he looked you over, not seeing any obvious signs that you were hurt. something must of happened, he thought, it hurt to see you like this. you were pretty strong person usually, you didn't cry very often and never in front of anyone.

"i said i don't wanna talk about it, cesar."

"hey," he used his free hand to touch your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. "you can tell me anything."

you shook your head, taking a step backwards. you pulled your hand away from his, you felt tears brimming your eyes. you wanted to hate him so badly for making you this demented. he doesn't deserve you, you repeated to yourself. but it made no difference, it still hurt.

"it's not fair," you whimpered. cesar's face contorted from a look of confusion, to hurt. he just wanted to help. "you know i love you, cesar— you know it," your eyebrows knitted, trying to stop yourself from crying again. he really hurt you. nothing mattered at this point. none of the secrecy. "and i can't hang around waiting for you to pick me."

"what?" was all he said. he tried to reach out but you flinched away. you didn't want him to reel you in again, this was his last chance. "pick you?"

"i can't be second best to monse for the rest of my life," his face softened. he understood. "if you want to be with her, please just tell me instead of stringing me along like this," it hurt watching you talk like this. a couple stray tears had slipped from your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

he just stared at you for a moment, careful as to what he was going to say. "it's always been you," he shook his head, stepping closer to you. you didn't move. "monse and i are just friends. we've been through a lot together— but y/n— you're it. you're before anyone else. i promise."

you took a deep shaky breath in. it was everything you'd ever wanted to hear from him but you couldn't ignore the facts. "tonight— i wanted you here but you chose monse over me."

he frowned. "she needed me—"

"i needed you, cesar."

he was quiet. he couldn't ignore the tears in your eyes that were falling frequently now.

"hey— please— don't cry—" he gulped. he thought if you cried anymore that he might start crying. he wrapped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest before you could pull away. you sunk into his chest, letting him wrap both arms around you tightly. "i'm sorry— i didn't realise you needed me tonight— i really— i'm sorry."

"i don't wanna hurt you, y/n," he tucked his face into your neck. "i care about you."

you sniffled, pulling away slightly to look up at him. "then don't make me feel like this again— i hate it." you wiped under your eyes again, sniffling as you calmed down a bit.

"never again," he tightened his grip on you. "promise,” he meant it too. nothing hurt more than seeing you so upset over something he'd done to you unknowingly. "love you," he mumbled, pressing his lips atop your head.

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getofy · 3 years

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bakugo as your boyfriend would include...

request: what would dating bakugo be like?

gn!reader (but there are slight fem themes if you squint); fluff; headcanons; no spoilers

character: bakugo katsuki

a/n: this goes out to my one & only <333. ilysm deku kinnie pls enjoy! also, @ bakugo simps i hope this feeds u well. he’s sm fun to write for. headcanons + a short playlist are under the cut.

*ty to my bakugo kinnie/simp friend for helping me write this. i appreciate u. A LOT of these ideas r hers!!

FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SOUNDS LIKE:

01. TEENAGE DIRTBAG by WHEATUS

02. GUTTER GIRL by HFHW

03. BOYFREN by LOVE LEO

04. IN TOO DEEP by SUM 41

05. TOUNGES by THE FRIGHTS

06. R U MINE? by ARCTIC MONKEYS

katsuki is a very emotional person. he feels incredibly deep and profound things, but has trouble expressing it in a healthy manner. this being so, him as your s/o would consist of a lot of subtle displays of affection! such as...

-> SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO STUFF:

he’ll teach you small things about his hobbies. will 100% show you how to play the drums, mountain climb, etc.

literally you learn so much with him it’s insane. he claims it’s because he couldn’t stand dating an incapable person, but in reality it’s just because he likes feeling useful/needed HAHA.

-> TOUCHING YOU:

this man is lowkey super clingy...so he will always find a way to be physically close to you.

a BIG fan of putting his arm around your shoulder fs. don’t mention it to him though because he’ll IMMEDIATELY stop doing it.

-> LETTING YOU SIT ON HIS LAP:

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d adore it if you sat on his lap!! like fr if you walked up to him when he was lounging on the couch and did it this is how it would go...

“what’re you doing?”

“sitting down, why?”

he just stares and then grunts before going back to whatever he was doing

don’t let his indifference fool you, he is very pleased.

probably looked up at the ceiling and thought about it for an hour once you left

he thinks about you a lot

-> ALWAYS COOKING FOR YOU:

he pretends like it’s a nuisance, but it genuinely makes his day when you eat the stuff he prepares. literally if you’re hungry just ask him to make you smth and he’ll do it. he actually gets angry if you decide to cook without him.

one time, katsuki seemed really tired because of training and school. so you tried to make something for the both of you guys to enjoy together. it uh...didn’t go well...

“what are you doing?!”

“cutting vegetables...”

“no. you’re doing it all wrong. give me the knife.”

“excuse me??”

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.”

you ended up giving him the knife

the meal was great!?? but he scolded you for like 30 minutes after PLS.

-> SHOWING YOU OFF:

he’s proud that you’re his s/o, so of course he’s gonna brag about you to EVERYONE.

it’s not overbearing or in an annoying way either. it’s moreso him talking about your accomplishments and stuff like that.

he literally only shows you off for his own benefit. NEEDS everyone to know how cool you and him both are.

it’s an ego thing.

i take back what i said abt it not being annoying. it’s a nuisance to everyone who ain’t you.

-> SITTING NEXT TO YOU:

like i said before, he needs to be close to you at all times. sooo he always sits next to you. no questions asked.

expect to see a pouting, petty katsuki if you decide to sit next to somebody that isn’t him.

“are you seriously mad that i sat next to deku and not you on the bus?!”

“‘COURSE IM MAD.”

“you’re impossible.”

“HUH??????”

-> LETTING YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES:

PRACTICALLY CHUCKS HIS SHIRTS AND HOODIES AT YOU. LITERALLY JUST- PELTS YOU WITH HIS CLOTHES UNTIL YOU PUT THEM ON.

you took his hoodie without asking ONE TIME and now he’s hooked on seeing you in his clothing.

he’ll always pretend like he’s doing you a favor though.

gotta love how annoying he is!

-> GIFT GIVING

i wouldn’t go as far to say that gift giving is his love language, but he’ll buy things that you bring up in causal conversation a whole lot.

he just kinda bashfully shoves the gift in your hands and watches as you fawn over it.

“awww! how’d you know??”

“you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

he loves seeing your pleased expression!! +100 boost to katsuki’s confidence.

-> HELPING YOU WITH ACADEMICS:

we ALL know how smart this man is.

he will 100% help you study for school if you’re struggling!

don’t expect him to go easy on you though.

if anything, he’ll probably be harder on you because he really wants to see you succeed.

he basically carries you through math

-> KNOWING MUNDANE FACTS ABOUT YOU:

i can see him knowing EVERYTHING about you. your birthday, your morning routine, your favorite snacks, your favorite songs, etc.

it doesn’t take a lot for him to remember this stuff either???

like, he thinks you’re unforgettable, so he just knows

-> WANTING TO IMPRESS YOU:

he wants you to know how cool he is so bad it’s laughable.

he’ll show off during training exercises FOR SUREEEE

bakusquad teases him abt it when he does lol they ALLL know how whipped he is for you

kirishima: wow, you’re really into it today bakugo!

denki: well (y/n) IS watching

bakugo: SHUT UP.

MISC HEADCANONS!

-> you enable him so much...like way too much. please get on that. someone needs to hold this stupid man accountable. he probably likes it when you scold him despite his protests so don’t be afraid to tell him off baby.

-> your approval makes his heart go $$/!/?!!!error??77776. like, even before you two started dating, he would ALWAYS feel flustered whenever you would compliment his outfits, fighting style, etc. now that you guys are dating, he still feels extremely dazed when you dote on him.

he’ll probably act super cocky about it though

“ ‘course i look good, idiot.”

he’s trying his best to suppress the stupid smile trying to take over his face. eventually, he lets it out, and tbh everyone in 1A knows that it’s because of smth cheesy you told him.

he is SUCH a softie for you it HURTTSSSS GAHHHH!!

-> katsuki is a very protective boyfriend.

this goes for everything, but especially applies during intense situations.

will literally lay his life down for you without thinking twice about it. don’t fight me on this. it’s canon.

if you’re going on a dangerous mission, you BEST believe this man is tagging along with you.

if for some reason he can’t go, he’ll make it a point to stay up way past his bed time waiting for you to come back.

when katsuki chooses you over sleep just know that you’ve won at life.

he doesn’t see you as inferior in any way. he knows you can handle yourself, but he really wants to keep you safe bc if something bad happened to the love of his life he would be in shambles.

on a lighter note, if mineta bugs you, he’ll absolutely wreck him. will literally punt that grape boy into the next stratosphere.

also!! he’s not the type to care about what you wear. if you’re wearing smth a bit more revealing, the most he’ll say is that you look hot. literally is so unbothered.

he trusts you a lot so it’s like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

protective ≠ possessive

-> dates w/ him are super all over the place! one weekend, you guys will just chill in his dorm and the next he’ll be laughing maniacally as he chases you down during an intense round of laser tag.

-> he’s big fan of competition, so he’ll turn everything into one.

let him win.

-> his hands are really sensitive because of his quirk, so if you kissed them he’d turn to mush.

im literally begging you to touch this man. help him. he is so touch-starved it’s not funny.

-> he runs hot so cuddles w him are so nice and comforting :(. will pull you in close and tight and NEVER let go.

in short, while dating katsuki definitely comes with it’s quirks, it’s a beautiful relationship. he respects you endlessly and will do anything to ensure your happiness. treat him right and he’ll do the same!!

have fun dating explosion boy!

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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HQ boys “diva jam”

mult. x reader

warning(s): none <3

a/n: girlie ty for this request this was so much fun! The premise is what songs the boys would lowkey jam to in priv and their s/o catches them <3 I hope you guys enjoy!! And as always I love your thoughts :)

characters: daichi, kuroo, bokuto, kyotani, & ushijima

Daichi: Telephone - Lady Gaga ft. Beyoncé

It’s Beyoncé’s part specifically that gets his ass to shake

He’s actually home before you for once so he decides he’ll be a sweetie and start dinner, maybe even have it be done before you get home! And who cooks without jamming to some music in the background?

When you open the door to the apartment and smell dinner, but also hear what you think is Lady Gaga, you’re sure somethings going on that you need to be sneaky to witness

And boy are you glad you were quiet cause the sight in front of you is glorious:

Daichi belting Beyoncé so hard his voice cracks while he attempts to do the... robot? Shake his ass? You’re not really sure - but he’s into it and it’s kinda cute?

You’re doing your best to stay quiet while you record but the moment Lady Gaga comes back in and he sighs and skips the song is when you lose it

His eyes are so wide when he turns around and he even shouts a little cause you scared him so bad - he was really in the moment

He’s a good sport but he’s definitely blushing while he laughs and is pulling you into a hug, demanding that you don’t sneak up on him anymore

He also asks to watch the video after though and compliments his own ass

Kuroo: Love - Keyshia Cole

When I say this is this man’s song I mean it, he is SINGIN it at 100% whenever it comes on no matter when & where

You’re cleaning the house with him when this song comes up on your playlist, and you know better than to skip it, even if you wanted to spare your ears today

But you also knows this means the two of you are gonna catch a little break so you sit back and enjoy the show

Within the first four beats he looks at you and gasps before he dramatically starts singing into the broom handle

And I mean singing

He’s looking at you damn near tearing up as if he wrote the song about you

It’s the moment he starts stomping his foot along to every word at the second time the chorus comes around that you whip your phone out

He doesn’t even care you’re recording, puts on a little show for the camera too

Afterwards he has to chug some water cause he’s so out of breath from singing and laughing with you

You love your goofy boyfriend and he loves you <3

He does make you send the video to him once you’re done cleaning though so he can post it on his Instagram with some cringey cheesy caption like “we’re so crazy 😝” LMAO

kenma bullies him and bokuto’s in tears in the comments

Bokuto: Yucky Blucky Fruitcake - Iamdoechii

Somebody help you, cause this is all you’ve been listening to for days

It’s been stuck in his head because of TikTok and it’s all he’s been playing all day every day - he says it’s the only way to get the song out of his head but he just has a problem with obsessing over things and songs is one of them

but somehow he only knows the first line ??😭 he just jams to the rest - he’s also been telling you it’s his “hot girl summer anthem” ,,, bo

He blasts this song with the windows down whenever he’s driving with you right now and he plays it on repeat with no mercy

When he’s not singing (the first line) he just has this big dopey smile on his face

He also feels the need to ask you to explain the dark web almost every time the song mentions it cause he forgot what you told him the last time he asked 😭

One time it reminded him to take the chicken out of the freezer and then he wouldn’t shut up about how this song was a blessing

please, someone show him another song he’s running it dry at this point

You record him after he’s played it for the fourth time in a row, just screaming for him to play a new song as he turns it up and ignores you

Akaashi texts you he’s sorry cause he’s the one who showed him the song

Kyotani: Fantasy - Mariah Carey

You guys are chilling at his place with his music playing in the background, just talking and cuddling - some true good s/o quality time

And then Mariah Carey comes on

He stops mid sentence and skips past the song so fast - he’s so embarrassed?? Like stutters over his next few words after he skips the song and then just sighs and rolls over like 😑

Even when you nuzzle into his back giggling and trying to ask him what’s wrong he just groans and rolls onto his stomach with his face now buried in the pillows

“Are, are you embarrassed because you like Mariah Carey?”

It’s not something to be particularly embarrassed about, but you don’t know what else could be getting this reaction out of him

He cranes his neck to look at you with a pout and mutters a grumpy yes

Why would you not laugh at how bizarre this is, which only makes him try not to smile and push you away, insisting this is some form of mental abuse

It’s a few days later in the car when Mariah comes on again, but before you can change it you turn it up and start singing along - you thought that maybeeee if you showed some enthusiasm he’d let himself enjoy the damn music 😭

Well now it’s a few minutes later and Mariah’s not the only one trying to hit those whistle notes

You don’t think you’ve ever seen his mouth open so wide

You’re snorting so hard in the passenger seat at this point, trying to get out something about not crashing the car but he can’t hear you over his screaming and your sobbing

You pull your phone out to record the memory before it’s too late and as soon as this man catches you he’s trying to skip the song and look out the window as if that didn’t just happen, but you can see the remnants of his rare smile on his face

There’s just something bout Mariah Carey for this man - see also: we belong together

Ushijima: Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft SZA

The two of you are driving home from grocery shopping feeling very tired but content when Ushijima’s suddenly turning down the radio and tapping your thigh to get your attention

“Hey, will you play that one song by that one girl who sings about good days or something, and the other one who made a song about, I think, a famous person, but I think it’s really about her boobs?”

Ushijima, what

You just look at him like,,, I have literally no clue what you’re talking about

He spends the next five minutes doing an awful job of trying to explain the song to you until he sighs and gives in, humming awkwardly while he snaps his fingers 😭

“I lofnabashmy TONGUE up on.... it?”

You’re trying not to giggle once you think you know what song he’s talking about, and hook up to the aux to, hopefully, play what he’s looking for

As soon as the first few beats of the song starts, Ushijima shoots you a glance from the side with a big thumbs up before he brings his attention back to the road.

At first it’s normal, just the song playing while you start to doze off, that is until you hear Ushijima singing along again and even move his head a little to the words.

Seeing him with the tiniest smile as he tries to remember the lyrics with his head moving back and forth, of course you’re gonna pull your phone out and record your adorable boyfriend.

Yeah, as soon as Tendou gets the notification on Snapchat and sees the video, “Kiss Me More” is now Ushi’s unofficial anthem.

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this was literally so much fun????

requests are most definitely open yall pls send me more hq ones I miss them :)

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