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PAIRING: MOMMY! WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

Summary: Wanting attention from Wanda on a day off, you find yourself on her lap, her fingers buried deep inside you as she attends her online meeting.

Warnings: Smut 18+ men and minors dni!!!! Degradation, but aftercare at the end: omg, fingering, slight choking if you squint, pet names (baby, bunny, princess)

Author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English, so if there are any grammatical errors, PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also, I'm pretty fucking awkward when I'm writing.

Wc: 1.5k

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It was a Sunday. You woke up from your afternoon nap hoping you would find your girlfriend right next to you with her legs tangled in yours, but that wasn't the case. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked for her, calling out her name. You looked around, not getting an answer, so you stood up from your bed and went outside your shared bedroom. "Wandaaaaaaa," you shouted. "In here, darling," you heard her say. The voice was coming from her home office, so you made your way over there and knocked. You knew better than to just barge into your girlfriend's office. Wanda was anything but soft regarding this; she has told you many times not to disturb her while she's working in her home office, as she said something like, "You're a big distraction; I can't focus when you're around," so you respected her privacy.Wanda called you in, and you went inside, seeing her sitting in her work chair. Her laptop was open, but you didn't bother to see what she was doing. She was wearing a white, almost see-through shirt with no bra that made you throb between your legs. "Yes, detka?" You made your way over and sat on her lap, not giving her time to object. "What are you doing, mama?"

Wanda smiled, giving you the tiny bit of attention you desperately craved. She rubbed your back softly as you lean more in. "Just some work, bunny. I've got a Zoom meeting with my boss in 5 minutes," she said as she rubbed soothing circles down your back.You made a quick "ohhh" face and said, "Mommy, can I kiss you?" She stops you from leaning in too close. "Just a peck, sweetheart. I don't want my lipstick all smugged in my face, okay?" You nod as you lean in closer, holding her face and kissing her. Not being able to stop, you start to kiss her deeper as Wanda holds you by your neck and yanks you away. "I told you, just a peck! Look, my lipstick is ruined now, bunny," she said, looking at you with a smile. "Sorry, m' mmy, I couldn't help myself." You mumble as you blush in embarrassment. Wanda's facial expressions change suddenly into something darker, her smile converting into a smirk as she looks at you as her innocent doll.

"Is my baby needy for mommy's attention? All icky down there need mommy's help." She talks to you like a person would to their dog or any pet. "Please." You whine, not understanding why she's teasing you. All of a sudden, "No baby, I have my meeting in less than a minute." She shifts and makes you face the other way, so your back is facing her. "But you will not be going anywhere because I don't trust you in this state. You're a desperate slut, and you will go against mommy's orders and touch yourself, so just stay quiet and sit still in my lap." You nod while whining as you adjust yourself in her lap.

Wanda started the meeting, the first 10 minutes were okay you were sitting comfortably in her lap until suddenly her hands starts roaming around, you look back at her to see what she's up to but you were only met with a straight face as she paid no mind to you at all, her hands reached the waistband of the underwear you were wearing as she takes them down you let out a quiet moan as soon as the air touch your clit, Wanda muted the call all of a sudden and softly whispered in your ear "be quiet" as she continue on like nothing happened, her index and middle fingers starts to rub your clit as you throw your head back over her shoulder arching your back to lean your hips more into her giving her more access as she rubs harder, she wents on talking to her boss about work like she's literally not making you a desperate mess over here on her lap Her fingers find their way to your entrance, and she puts two of them in as you try your best to not make a sound, but as she starts rubbing your clit while pumping her fingers in, you can't help but whimper, which makes Wanda hold your neck and put a little pressure on you as she whispered in your ear,

"Shhhh, shut up. You don't want mommy's boss hearing how much of a slut you are now, do you?" You shake your head as you try your best not to moan. Her hand leaves your neck and goes under your shirt, tugging and rolling your nipple harshly as you arch your back, letting out a soft moan. Wanda is quick to remove her fingers from your pussy, and before you can whine, she puts them in your mouth to shut you up and whispers in your ear, "You fucking slut, you can't keep quiet for a minute." "Miss Maximoff, is everything alright?" Wanda heard her boss say, "Yeah, no, I actually have something to do. I'm so sorry. Can we move this meeting? I'll meet you tomorrow at the office if that's alright." With that, they say their greetings, and Wanda shuts her laptop off, her fingers still in your mouth, making you suck on them greedily.

"Fuck bunny, you are so hot for mommy, like a bitch in heat. I bet you want to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby?" She asked with faux innocence as you desperately nodded, blabbering something around her fingers, which Wanda only just laughed at. "You're so needy; it's pathetic; really, I feel sorry for you." Wanda watched you with amusement as you tried your best not to just hump the desk infront. Suddenly, two of her fingers entered you and immediately started Thursting inside, adding another finger, she kept hitting your weakest spot. Three of her fingers in your pussy and two of them in your mouth were turning her on so much as she let out a deep moan, "You love this, don't you? Ugh, I know you do bunny, you love getting filled by mommy in both your holes." She takes her fingers out and chokes you, making you arch your back as you were trapped between the desk and her as she fingers you at an animalistic pace.

“Mommy’s going to make this pretty pussy soak my lap. Yeah? You like that idea, bunny?" you could only just moan louder as she thrusts harder she cursed to herself at how hot you looked in this position all spread out on her lap as she fucks you, taking your top off in one swift motion she squeeze your breast roughly taking her time with both your breasts "are you gonna cum for mommy" she seductively whisper in your ear "ye s y yes let me come mommy please please" you somehow let out a full sentence between screams and moans "come for mommy come all over her lap like the dirty slut you are" as soon as that sentence left her mouth your whole body went numb against her as you reached your climax she carefully fucked you through your aftershocks as she slowly takes her fingers out loving the sight of them glistening with your juices "suck them clean" she said putting them on your mouth the green in her eyes fully gone converted into something dark she turns you around and carefully put you on the desk "no mommy I'm too tired please" she holds your thighs down as you try to back her off "just trust mommy okay I'm just gonna clean you up" she carefully laps at your pussy licking it clean moaning at your taste "fuck detka you taste so fucking good" she said as she kissed you and stood up "let's go have our nap which I rudely interrupted okay?" You happily but weakly nodded as she carried you with her to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"You want water," Wanda asks, holding a glass of water. "No, just want mommy, please," you say as you did grabby hands. Wanda understood and laid down beside you, cuddling herself into you. "My perfect little bunny, I love you so much, baby. Mommy loves you the most," she says as she hears your light snores, which lull her to sleep.

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astonmartinii · 11 months

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futfemfantasies · 2 months

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Tillie teasing \\ Mapi Leon x reader

2017

Stepping off the plane in Barcelona, the heat immediately hits you in the face. After clearing customs and collecting the many bags you've brought, a woman holding a sign with your name and the Barca logo under it waves you down. You find out she's the assistant manager and that the team sent. After anxiously fiddling with your fingers, the car turns into Barca's training centre. Backpack in hand, you follow the assistant manager as you meet all the behind the scenes people.

When meeting the team, you look eyes with who you believe is 'Maria'. She smiles at you and holds her hand out for you to take. When someone starts speaking to the both of you, your hands drop and a subtle blush both of your cheeks. You nod as you got the basics of the conversation, something about you and Mapi and an apartment. A soft nudge in your ribs turns you towards the brunette. She holds out her phone and you see google translate on.

Looks like we'll be seeing more of each other beautiful. They are putting us in the same apartment.

You smile and point to her phone as to say you want to type something. She nods and you type away.

Can't wait gorgeous :)

After the flirty interaction, you both move to the locker room and field to check it out. Since you both don't have to participate in this training, coach says you can go home and rest. The same driver from the airport takes you and Mapi to the apartment.

2019

Throughout the 2018/19 season, you, Alexia and Mapi become the Aussie/Spanish trio no one needed but everyone loved. You taught them English and they taught you Spanish in return, allowed Barca to organise more media interviews in the 2nd language. Alexia noticed over the last couple of years how smitten you both are with each other so she decided now is the time to meddle.

"Hola y/n/n, are you free tomorrow at 7?" Alexia asks as she swings an arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, why?"

"Maps, are you free?" Alexia ignores your question as she turns to Mapi on her other side.

"Depends"

"Great. I'm not so enjoy your date chicas!"

You and Mapi look at each other before laughing at what had just happened. You and Mapi walk to the car talking about who should plan the date.

Safe to say the date led to both of you confessing your love for each other and the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

2020

Before anyone realised, the world was shit down due to covid. You were extremely anxious the first few weeks as the area in Australia where your family and friends live got Covid first. Then you and Mapi saw how fast it was spreading in Spain. Mapi had been your rock through it all. She always was there to distract you from the news from outside. Since you were in lockdown with the rest of the world, you couldn't see your best friends from the Tillies so you all had to resort to Zoom calls.

"So y/n/n, what's up with you and Mapi?" Macca teases as she wriggles her eyebrows in a playful way.

"Nothing is go- hola bebé" Mapi leans over and kisses you quickly before you realise how she's dressed.

"Nothing going on my ass!" Sam yells out, focusing you back on the call.

"Okay we're dating but you cannot tell a single soul. I mean it"

"Oooh protective y/n/n"

2021

Early in this year, the Tillies had a camp in Australia for the Olympics qualifers for Tokyo. Spain had a break during this time so Mapi though she'd come and support you and you girls (but you didn't know that). Currently; you, Sam, Macca, Caitlin, Steph and Alanna are eating breakfast when the woman of the hour calls you. Macca looks at your phone and her eyes go wide at the name.

"Hola bebita"

You stand up and move away from the table to escape their teasing, oh how wrong you were. When you come back the girls are making kissy faces at you and you shush them before anyone sees.

"How's lover girl?" Sam asks with a mouthful of banana.

"Fine, bored without me I think"

"Yeah, I bet she is" Macca mumbles before being elbowed by Caitlin.

A few hours later, you all arrive at the stadium for teh game against China. You are in the starting lineup alongside Sam and Caitlin. For some reason you are nervous, even though you shouldn't be. You receive a text from Mapi of her decked out in your yellow jersey and dark green shorts.

Maps 🔥: not sure which one you're wearing so I'll wear both :) good luck out there mi amor, go qualify for the olympics <3 p.s. i love you princesa 😘❤️'.

You: we're wearing the yellow so your pants need to come off now? 😉 Thank you for watching mi amor, it means a lot ❤️ p.s.s. i love you too. talk after xx

With a boost of confidence, you walk out with your team and made sure you win. After the first half, Australia was still goalless, sam eas China. Going back on the pitch, everyone gives it their all then disater struck. China got a goal. 1-0. You gave Sam and Caitlin the look and you all work in overdrive. Meanwhile in the stands, Mapi was stressing. She knows how important this game and any Matildas games are to you. Normal game time finished and 4 extra minutes were added. You look up and see the extra time and yell to the girls. Within 2 minutes of that, you get a through ball from Caitlin and non one is around so you take a shot. You know it's going in but you check anyway and start running around like a crazy person. Alanna pushes you down and starts a dog pile. The game quickly restarts and then the whistle blows for full time. You wave out to the crowd and see the familiar neck tattoo. You run over to your mismatched girlfriend and hug her tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to surprise you princesa"

You respond by kissing her and pulling away before too many teammates saw.

"I fly out tomorrow. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course, I'll change the flight tonight"

"Meet me at the hotel and you can stay with me" Mapi nods and gives you a quick kiss before moving back for the fans to meet you.

Little do you know, your best friends were watching the whole interaction. You walk back to your friends and they start making kissy faces so you walk away, making them look like idiots.

Back at the hotel, Mapi is waiting texting you every minute if you're here. You get inside and spot her instantly. Mapi feels two arms go around her waist and a kiss on her cheek, she relaxes instantly.

"Ready for bed?"

"Let me get my bag from my room and I'll come?" You nod before telling her the room number. A small peck and she's off towards the elevator.

You feel a sharp slap on you back and you look towards Macca, giving her a death glare.

"I'll stay with Lani tonight"

"Thanks Macca"

After going up to your room, you see Mapi waiting outside. You sneak up on her again and she give you a hard glare. The door unlocks and Mapi walks in, dropping her bag at the foot of the messy bed. Since you showered at the stadium, you get straight in bed signalling mapi to join you. You quickly change Mapi's flights and she's now on the same flight back sitting next to you. You cuddle up to the Spaniard and try not to fall asleep.

"Bebé?" Mapi whispers.

"Hmm?"

"I want to post us" You open your eyes and look confused and the heavily tatted woman.

"You want to announce us on Instagram?" You confirm and Mapi nods. You show Mapi the photo that one of the staff had taken and sent to you. Mapi agrees and you post it.

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ynyln: goals and surprises… best day in the office 🤩🥺

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marialeonn16: te amo princesa x

Ynyln: my baby ❤️

samanthakerr20: it’s about damn time

Ynyln: stfu

Mackenziearnold: no more secret keeping… yay! Happy for you xx

Ynyln: love you xx

caitlinfoord: so you both can visit now?

Ynyln: we will, promise!

2022

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Ynyln: six years later… can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together… te amo mi amor ❤️

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yourimagines · 7 months

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Caught

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; fluff

- Summary; Lando has a crush on you and gets caught by max.

Lando POV

I was scrolling down on my phone, looking through instagram. “Are you listening?” Max waved his hand in front my eyes. “Yeah sorry.” I placed down my phone. “Mate, who’s got your attention.” “Nobody, so what were you talking about?” He signed. “Y/N is joining the next video, we need to think about the content.” “Y/N?” He nodded. “Since when?” “Since I asked her, why are you asking these questions?” I held my hands up. “I’m just asking.” “Okay, let’s move on then, playing video games or …..” I zoomed out again. Looking at max talking. I just hummed along. ‘Y/N is joining the next video, I don’t know if I can do this.’ “So video game then, I know the rest wanted that as well.” “Yeah sure.” He looked at me suspicious. “Okay, which game?”

I was sitting behind my desk. Looking at some videos from harry (sidemen) where Y/N in appeared. ‘She’s so beautiful.’ “Lando do you know where….” Max walked in, I quickly clicked the page away. “What did you just clicked away?” I looked at him, standing next to me. “Nothing, what are you searching for?” I had a smile on my face. “No don’t do that, ignoring my question.” “I’m not, I didn’t do anything.” “Mate you have a blush on your cheeks, you almost jumped up when I entered and you clicked so fast I couldn’t even see what you were doing.” “You just scared me.” “You hiding something, let me see.” He tried to grab my computer mouse. “No, max don’t.” He grabbed it and opened the page I just clicked away. He starts to laugh. “You have a crush on Y/N.” I start to laugh and tried to grab it back. “You do, oh my god mate, for how long?” “To long, now give it back.” He gave it back. “That’s why you where acting weird this morning.” He wiggled his eyebrows, I hide my my in my hands while laughing. “You are a muppet.” He starts to laugh as well. I felt tears falling down my face. “You are the worst Max.” “For what, finding out you have a crush.” “Yes!” He shakes his head. “You are the worst, good luck tho with asking her out.” “I’m not asking her out.” I stopped with laughing and look at him. “I’ll make sure you guys go on a date.” Max walked out of my room. “Max! Don’t you dare!” “Oops to late.” I fell back into my chair, hands up in my hair. “Max!” Then I heard my phone going off. I picked it up and saw a text message from Y/N.

Y/N❤️: hey, I heard from max you wanna hang out tomorrow to talk about the video

Me: yeah if it’s alright with you?

Y/N❤️: yes, your place then?

Me: yeah sure

Y/N❤️: okay, see ya tomorrow then 👋🏻

Me: yeah, see ya tomorrow 👋🏻

I threw my phone down on my desk. ‘Dammit max.’

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biibini · 3 months

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Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu properly introducing reader to her adoptive father for the first time??? I'm curious as to how that would play out :3

modern!mizu x reader meets eiji for the first time

tags: modern mizu, mizu & reader in relationship, meeting the parents trope, meeting the parent?, eiji is mizu’s adopted father, kohama is staged around the pacific northwest, heidi shindo &blood-soaked chiaki mentioned, TW: m*k*o, author needs to eat before she writes

a/n: ok for some reason i cant edit my drafts on my phone bc of gifs :( ima get thru these asks fr,, hope yall like the show references teehee

when u and modern!mizu first got together, u guys figured u would take it slow

it was mizu’s first relationship out of a toxic one

and u didn’t mind the slow pace

going on dates, hanging out, relaxing together

it was a blast

until one day u guys were out downtown, having a lil cafe date

and one of eiji’s clients recognized mizu as u hopped on the back of her motorcycle, zooming off to get lunch

modern!mizu ends up getting an unexpected phone call from her adopted dad

they keep in touch every few days

but she had just called him yesterday

Mizu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her homework lies on her desk, ready to be done.

She groans in frustration and gently throws the phone down.

Ok, enough scrolling. Let’s get shit done-

Her phone starts to vibrate. Mizu flips the phone to spot the contact name “Swordfather”. The contact name is paired with a 0.5 selfie of him winning against Mizu. It continued to vibrate on Mizu's bed.

That’s odd. I just called him yesterday.

“Hey dad, whats up?”, Mizu answer.

“Who’s in the back of your bike?”, he yells into the phone.

“How- who- what are you talking-“

“Mr. Shindo come to me earlier today.” He starts, stern and loud, “He say he saw you with girl behind you on bike.”

Mr. Shindo was a regular at Eiji’s Repair Shop ever since Mizu was young. A man with temper and sass, he only trusted Eiji with his services. But with sass came a lot of gossip. Mizu wouldn’t believe the amount of drama happening the neighborhood if it wasn’t for Mr.Shindo’s loud mouth.

“Ok dad, I know it’s a girl but-“

“And he say he saw you hold hands! And drive off?!”, Eiji yelled with concern.

Mizu never really heard him this loud. There was the occasional disagreement and arguments about the Sunday game or who’s cooking for dinner. It was just banter at the most.

When Mizu told him about Mikio and why she left him & all his problems, he stayed calm and silent. Not many words were said when she admitted everything he did during the relationship. But it was comforting to know that her adopted dad was there, quietly listening to her sobs at the dining table.

“I know it’s not a guy but-“

“Guy, girl I do no care. Who is she?”

Mizu was stunned. Yeah, her dad’s English wasn’t the best but his words hit deep. The only time he pulled out the “I don’t care” in her lifetime was a foul customer.

A man by the name of Chiaki was on his knees close to closing hours, begging on his knees for Eiji to fix his motorcycle in hopes to make it faster. After constant days of his begging and pleading during open & closing, Eiji took it into his shop. After countless days of watching her dad attempt to fix the customer’s bike, Chiaki started criticizing and called him an “decrepit old man unable to fix shit”. Mizu wanted to rock his shit but her dad stopped her before she could.

“I may be old, but I do no care. Leave with your piece of shit you call a bike.”, Eiji said as Chiaki sped off, flipping the bird as he sent off.

"Mizu? You there?, Eiji asks. Mizu snaps back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You tired of guys now, ha?"

Mizu scoffed, laughing at the unexpected response. She hears a hearty chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah yeah.", Mizu sighs in relief, "She's my girlfriend. Her name is Y/N.", Mizu answered, a blush blooming on her face.

"Ah good. Next time you come home, bring her. I'll make my barbeque special.", Eiji says lightheartedly.

Mizu's eyes lit up. It had been a while since she visited home. And to be greeted with the smell of her dad's honey BBQ baby back ribs and juicy prime rib? Yeah, she was sold.

"I will. I'll let you know when I'll visit."

"And Mizu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"She take good care of you?", he asks in a concerned tone.

MIzu smiles, knowing the slow burn of confusion, hatred, and rage he witnessed over the many years. He was present during her silent middle school self, her angsty & stubborn teenage years, and her confused & rage-filled self during her previous relationship.

She looks at the wall where a photobooth strip of you two hung. It was during one of your exploring the city dates when you two found a vintage photo booth. A little dusty but it did the job of capturing you two together.

"Yes. Yes, she does, dad."

later that week, u get a text msg from mizu asking if u are free for the weekend

thinking it was another weekend date, u clear out ur schedule

and then she texts u its ab coming home w her for the weekend and see her dad

this was kinda out of nowhere

it rlly threw u off

it has been a few months now...

so yk what

maybe it is time u say hi

that friday u get on her motorcycle and ride to her hometown

its only an hr out but seeing the change from a college town to a smaller town felt like another world

You feel the motorcycle slow down as you head towards the exit. The wind calms down as you pass by the welcome sign to Kohama. As you go down the exit, you look out. Down below is a winding path to the seaside town. The town hangs next to a cliff. From your point of view, you could spot the deep blue ocean shimmers as Mizu takes you down the road.

She goes at a slower pace, taking in the familiar sights she left behind: the tall pine trees, a long coastline as far as the eye can see, and boulders scattering the beaches every once in a while. She rolls up to a stop sign and lifts her visor up.

"Smells like home."

You mimic her motions, lifting yours as well. The faint scent of sea salt mixed with the cool breeze from the ocean.

With both of you refreshed, Mizu continued along the path towards the middle of town.

u guys roll into her neighborhood

the houses share a similar bungalow-style

only changing in shades of color

however, something caught ur eye

well

more like ur nose

the smell of sweet barbeque caught ur attention

mizu immediately knew it was her dad cooking it up

meeting modern!mizu’s dad aka swordfather was a lil awkward

when u first arrived, he was busy in the back barbecuing and taking care of the dinner tonight

so u didnt meet him until u fully entered the house

hes busy in the back barbequing

and he does see u but the only thing he knows ab u is that ur dating his daughter

“Dad?”, Mizu calls through the house. You follow her footsteps down the hallway. She then opens the backdoor at the end, the midday shining into the hallway.

The sun blinds you for a second. You see a growing backyard with bushes aligning the fence. Tucked in the corner lied a storage shed surrounded by bikes and a few spare tires. Next to the shed is a grill in use, smoke coming out of the vent.

“I’m here Mizu.” An elderly voice called, his back facing you.

He turns around, a faint pout on his face. His eyes squinting from the harsh midday sun.

“You bring girlfriend?”

Mizu grins at her dad’s comment. She looks back at you and softly grabs your hand, pulling you next to her.

“This is Y/N.”

You smiled, waving at Mizu’s father. You know he’s not a bad guy, just a badass through Mizu’s stories of back home. However, you’re still anxious underneath your pleasing demeanor.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

You look up to meet his gaze. Old, tired eyes stare back. Stern but not mean or cruel. Amiable. You could only wonder how much wisdom he has behind those eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I am Eiji.”

He waves back, awkwardly smiling as he tends to the grill. The interaction had a striking similarity to when you first met Mizu: cordial, dry, and a little awkward.

Like father, like daughter, you suppose.

after introducing urself, mizu lets eiji cook

(LET HIM COOK ‼️‼️)

when ur making sides together in the kitchen, he gets a glimpse of how u guys act together

and he watches u help mizu make the sides like mac & cheese, baked potatoes, biscuits, and stir fried green beans

typically, he would be helping her cook

but seeing u help her mix the macaroni

and mizu helping u cut the green beans

hes a proud man and feels safe knowing mizu is ok

when mizu pops into the bathroom, he checks in on the cooking

You put on the red and blue mitts and carefully place the mac and cheese into the oven. You feel the fiery heat of the oven against your forearms.

“How is cooking going?”

You close the oven and look behind to find Eiji. You nod in response.

“It’s going good! We’re almost done.”, you say as you move to the side. He gets a view of your work with Mizu: a plate of stir fried garlic string beans with crispy fried onions, a stack of baked potatoes along with bowls of toppings portioned by Mizu, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, and the max and cheese that’s currently baking.

“Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay.”, you say politely as you put the mittens away.

He nods back, a small smile forming around his lips.

The conversation falls short. A silence fills the air.

For a little too long.

It’s almost uncomfortable to breath, let alone talk, in the kitchen.

“Ribs are almost done. Please help set tables with me.”

You follow his request and help him with the plates and utensils.

“You know,”, You look up from the dinner table, giving Eiji your attention. “I did not know Mizu would bring girlfriend back.”

He chuckled as he looked back at you. You hear the emphasis on “girl” and laughed along. After hearing about Mizu’s previous relationship during the beginning of your relationship, you started to understand her ways.

And now, you understood why Eiji was awkward earlier in the day. When Mizu first met you, it was anxiousness meeting you. For Eiji, it was out of concern from Mizu’s past.

“Yeah, I’m probably not what you expected.”, you tease.

A hearty laugh comes out of Eiji. You feel the heaviness in the room lifts.

“But I’ll be here for her. I plan to, don’t worry.”, you reassure him. As serious as you sound, it was all true.

He hums in agreement. He puts down the final fork and walks over to the stir-fried green beans. His fingers reach for a string bean and tastes your cooking.

“Mm. You are honest.”, he pauses as he takes another bite. “You also make mean green beans.”

You snort, the compliment catching you off guard.

“Mean green beans?”, you question. You take a bean from the plate.

He nods.

Mean green beans…

while u and eiji are having a moment,

modern!mizu is listening to all of this go down

she tries not to smile when she comes back into the kitchen

but on the inside, she’s relieving hes getting along with u

once u and mizu help set the food on the table, its feasting time

ik for a fact that those baby back ribs are dangerously juicy

practically ripping off the bone

and with that honey bbq sauce???

and not to mention the prime rib??????

perfectly cooked

super tender

u can literally taste thyme, rosemary, and garlic with every juicy bite

(i shouldnt be writing this while im hungry)

u all enjoy a delicious dinner

afterwards, modern!mizu would give u a detailed tour of her childhood home

her fencing trophies lined up in the living room

and hallway

and bedroom

eiji didnt always say it but he was proud

if u couldnt tell already

when u guys went out to the backyard, u spot eiji working on a motorcycle in the shed

its not the biggest shed

but a closer look inside painted a pic of who he was

him on a motorcycle w his friends when he was much younger

a framed pic of a lil mizu on her scooter with him on a motorcycle, both vehicles with matching colors

the grand opening of eiji’s car shop

young mizu at the beach nearby

another of teenage mizu holding her keys and next to a blue 2004 toyota camry

u laughed and pointed it out

eiji chuckling along w u and describing the picture as mizu’s first drive after getting her license at age 16

she looks so much younger but u giggle at the scowl

on the other hand, modern!mizu is kinda embarrassed from her high school self

as crazy and insane and stubborn as she was, it was a big moment for her and for eiji

her girl could finally drive

and she got her first taste of freedom

did she cringe as u stared and laughed at how different she looked? yeah

but at least eiji isnt reminicising alone

#modern au #mizu bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu x y/n #mizu headcanons #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #modern mizu #modern mizu x reader #blue eye samurai modern #master eiji #heidi shindo #mikio blue eye samurai

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rootingforbada · 4 months

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Snowfall(ing in love) 🎄

bada x fem reader

disclaimers: short fluff fic just for christmas! please keep in mind that im not a native english speaker, thank you. enjoy! ❤️

Summary: "Sorry, love, i won't be able to spend Christmas with you" are the words you read on your phone from Bada. Your girlfriend mentioned she won't be able to spend Christmas with you, leaving you quite disappointed. After all, it isn't just Christmas; it's your 3-year anniversary together. Frustrating, right? Unless...

WC: 1.2k

"What?!" A high-pitched gasp echoes through the diner.

"Lusher, chill," i utter, covering my ears in response to the shout while attempting to ease my own frustration.

"What do you mean... she won't be here for Christmas night? I mean... She didn't even spend the day with you today" Minah inquires, assertive. It's like everyone got hit by the message i just read.

Bada and i have been together as a couple for 3 years, and through her, i got to know Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen; they've become my close friends since then.

We decided to come to a small diner before diving into the preparations for the upcoming festivities; the year flew by, and today is already December 25th. It feels like time zoomed in a flash.

I was looking forward to this Christmas, as today is the anniversary of my relationship with Bada as well. The issue is that she just messaged saying she can't make it.

Ugh, I'm really frustrated. I mean, i get it—I'm trying to be understanding, especially with her crazy & packed schedule over the past few months. But, come on, it's such a special date and she hasn't even seen me today...

I attempt to shake off the disappointment, taking a deep breath as i glance around at the faces of my friends, each wearing a mix of concern and sympathy.

"Maybe there's a reason she can't make it," Sowoen suggests, trying to ease the tension in the air.

I nod, appreciating the attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, she's been swamped with work lately."

Minah raises an eyebrow, "But Christmas, of all days?"

I sigh, realizing the weight of the situation. "I know, it's just... it's our anniversary too."

Lusher, who has been visibly on edge, finally speaks up, "Look, we're here for you. Maybe she's just really busy after all."

I force a small smile, touched by their support. "Yeah, maybe..."

Finishing my drink, i glance at the clock; it's nearly 8 in the evening. Christmas is almost over.

"Well, i must go now; thanks for the company, ladies!" I flash a smile as i stand to hug everyone.

"Already? Hang out a bit more. You can join us for the rest of Christmas if you want!" Sowoen suggests in her sweet and eloquent voice.

"No need! Enjoy it, and tell me what you got as presents later!" I warmly reply.

"If you need anything, hit us up," Lusher affirms while giving me a tight hug.

I give a final wave and leave the establishment; grabbing my keys from the bag, i open the car to head home.

With the snow starting to fall, the road becomes increasingly tricky to navigate. However, it's not a big deal, as i manage to reach my home safely.

Still disappointed about spending this important date alone, i enter the building's elevator, heading to the floor of my apartment. Upon arriving in front of the door, i spot a note.

"Knock on the door 3 times and close your eyes! :)"

"What the...?" I mutter to myself. Had my friends prepared something? Nonetheless, i decided to follow the instructions.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Three knocks on the door, and i keep my eyes shut, waiting for what will happen next.

I can feel the door opening accompanied by a faint, familiar laughter.

"Open your eyes~"

Upon finally opening my eyes, the first sight before me is Bada, with a mischievous smile and an expression of "I fooled you good" emanating from her face. She's grinning, her medium-length hair adorned with pink highlights and small braids. My girlfriend hadn't forgotten our anniversary, after all.

"Bada...? But..." i stammer, slightly perplexed, directing my gaze towards the decoration.

It's as if i stepped into a massive Christmas-themed store; a huge tree, meticulously decorated and lit up, stands out in the corner of the room. Lights and twinkling decorations everywhere, thoughtfully arranged. Paper hearts and garlands adorn the walls, accompanied by lovely post-its stuck with the message "Our 3-year anniversary." The dining table, beautifully set, occupies the center.

A carefully selectedd playlist fills the room with a variety of songs, from "Understand - Keshi" to "double take - dhruv."

Honestly, i'm mesmerized by everything, unsure whether to admire the decoration or Bada. I am on the verge of tears; i truly didn't expect all of this.

"Merry Christmas and happy anniversary to us, my love." Bada wraps me in her long arms while planting small kisses on my cheeks and nose.

We linger in the embrace for a few seconds; her hug is so comforting, i wish i could stay in it forever.

"Did you like the surprise, sweetheart?" she asks casually, holding my hand while pointing to the post-its and other messages.

"Of course! But hey, you didn't have to fool me like that... I was hurt!" I playfully punch her shoulder, and she just laughs, as it probably didn't make much impact; after all, I'm not one of the strongest.

"But it was worth it, wasn't it? Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen helped me organize everything."

"They're in on this? Oh, I'll end those girls the next time i see them," i say, jokingly, surprised by the revelation. I really thought they weren't part of this.

"Hey, they made all of this possible ~ without them, it would have been dull," she says, still laughing at the situation. "Let's eat; i prepared everything especially for you."

She gives a swift kiss upon my lips before arranging the table. Bada had meticulously prepared various dishes, and from a distance, i could spot a cake that seemed to be green tea-flavored.

"It looks delicious!" I exclaim, my mouth watering.

"Before we eat, i wanted to give you this," she gazes at me intently and pulls a medium-sized box from her pocket. "You can open it."

"What is it?" I inquire, fixing my eyes at the present, opening it.

Inside, i find a beautiful necklace with a small diamond pendant, accompanied by a polaroid photo of us from our last Christmas/New Year's trip.

I love you, truly. You mean everything to me, love. I am the happiest person in the world when you're right next to me. Christmas after Christmas, year after year, we'll be together. The youngest days of my life are when I'm with you," she confesses genuinely, and i truly feel that every word she utters is sincere.

Once again, tears stream down my cheeks. I am at a loss for words. My veins feel like they might burst from sheer happiness. I feel so grateful to have someone so kind by my side.

"Bada... I don't know what to say... I really love you so much," i articulate, my voice choked and trembling, admiring everything she has done for me not just today, but throughout these three years we've been together.

"Hey, don't cry," she rises up and rushes to hug me once again, that warm sensation returning. She caresses my neck with one hand while gently wiping away my tears with the other.

Outside, snow is falling; i can hear some neighbors enthusiastically wishing Merry Christmas as the day seems to end, and fireworks are lighting up the whole sky.

"Season after season, i shall be here for you. Merry Christmas, my lovely princess," Bada whispers in my ear, and our lips meet gently—a tender and soft kiss filled with affection on that festive Christmas night.

[🎄] thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked this christmas special. merry x-mas and stay safe everyone <3 kisses from ste~

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee fanfic #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada lee au #bada lee swf2 #bada imagine #fluff #bada fluff #bada x reader

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fanauthorworkshop · 3 months

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Applications for the Spring 2024 session are now open!

The Fanauthor Workshop is a biannual Zoom course for writers of fanfiction. My goal is to create a supportive space for fanauthors to receive constructive feedback on fanfiction, original fiction, or creative nonfiction. If desired, I also provide guidance on moving outside of fan spheres to traditional publishing or other creative writing programs such as MFAs.

Participants of the workshop receive

Attendance in an 8-week Zoom course during which you’ll provide feedback to your peers and workshop one piece of your own work, up to 6,000 words.

Access to the Fanauthor Workshop Discord server, an active community where we host weekly accountability meetings, write-ins, and other events and activities.

A one-hour consultation with me to go over your workshop feedback, come up with a plan for revision and/or publication, or anything else you’d like to discuss regarding your writing.

Open enrollment option in future workshops.

When

The workshop meets on Fridays from April 12 through May 31 via Zoom. You can apply for one of two sessions:

Group A: 12pm - 2pm EST

Group B: 6pm - 8pm EST

Cost

The cost is "pay what you think the experience is worth," with a recommended amount of $300. To be as inclusive as possible, I don't want money to be a deterrent for anyone interested in participating.

Payment can be made before, during, or after the workshop, via PayPal or Venmo.

How to apply

Eligibility

Anyone over the age of 18 who considers themselves a participant of fandom and who is familiar with fanfiction may apply. A stable internet connection is also required. Submissions must be written in English.

Application requirements

To apply, you will need:

A brief cover letter discussing your fan history and goals as a (fan)writer (more specific instructions on submittable).

Maximum 1,000 words of your writing, either original work or fanfiction. This may be previously published/posted.

You can apply via submittable. Applications close March 8. There is no fee for applying.

FAQ under the cut.

FAQ

Are there any content restrictions to what I can workshop?

The only restriction is word count (max 6k), with the following caveats:

If you workshop a piece in a form other than prose (for example, a script), your peers may not be able to offer constructive feedback on that aspect of the work. Participants are asked only to have a familiarity with prose.

Content warnings are required for each piece (if applicable), and participants who are uncomfortable reading certain subject matter may abstain from your workshop.

I want to participate in the workshop, but these times/dates don't work for me.

While the workshop is a big part of my life, I have to prioritize my own schedule, and as of right now, these are the only times/dates I can run it.

However, I'm working on developing other workshop models that may be more accessible for people who can't attend the regular spring/fall session. For example, a summer sprint workshop (meeting more often per week for fewer weeks) and/or an asynchronous workshop (written feedback only, no Zoom meeting). More on that later this year or next.

What is the time commitment of the workshop?

As a participant of the workshop, you'll be asked to:

Workshop any piece of your own prose up to 6k words, which will need to be uploaded to the group folder no later than the Sunday prior to your workshop.

Read 2 pieces per week, write a 1-page crit letter for the author, and attend the workshop itself.

What is the timeline of the workshop?

In week 1, we go over the syllabus and do a writing exercise. Weeks 2 through 8 will be a workshop, a discussion of an external reading, or a writing activity. Prior to the start of workshop, you'll be able to sign up for the week you would like to workshop your piece.

Structure of the sessions:

Question of the day

First workshop

Short break

Second workshop

We'll go over my workshop model and the syllabus in week 1.

Do I have to participate in the Zoom meetings (camera and mic on)?

Attending the workshop itself is required, and everyone is asked to offer at least one note of positive feedback on each piece, so mics are necessary. Cameras are preferred but not required.

You can't asynchronously participate, i.e. read the pieces and offer written feedback without attending the sessions.

What are the benefits of being in the Fanauthor Workshop community?

We have an active Discord server open only to those who have participated in the workshop. Once you've completed the workshop, you'll have access to attend weekly accountability meetings, write-ins, and other events we host.

You'll also have an open enrollment option in future workshops, where in lieu of applying again, you can pay a portion of what you intend to pay and secure your seat in the upcoming workshop.

I'll be working on rolling out additional events and benefits throughout the year.

Can workshop participants submit to OFIC Magazine?

Yes! Part of the reason I run the workshop is to inspire and promote the original work of fanwriters. You can follow us on tumblr @oficmag.

Who is running the workshop?

@bettsfic! In short, I lived a dreary cubicle life as a banker until I found fanfiction at 24. I loved it so much that I quit my job to get an MFA in creative writing. I loved the MFA so much that I became a writing teacher. I have some publications, awards, an agent, and 2 million words of fic on ao3. I don't have a book out yet but I'm getting there.

Currently I'm a writing coach and freelance editor. I also have a lowkey writing-related newsletter. And I've been answering writing advice asks on my blog for 10 years.

If you want an idea of the kind of writing activities I create, last summer I worked with @books on a workshop series which includes craft essays and some fun prompts.

If you're interested in my original work, my short story "Not If, When" is a good representation of my writing. For something darker, check out "Shut Up and Kill Me."

What is the workshop like?

Check out G's experience of attending the workshop. And here's some feedback from previous participants.

One final note: I'm working on updating the copy about the workshop on my website and move it over to OFIC's website. This post and Submittable has the most updated information on the workshop. If you have questions about discrepancies (or anything at all), you can shoot me an ask, DM me, or add me on Discord (I'm bettsfic there too). Or you can email me at [email protected].

#fanauthor workshop #fanfiction #faw sp24

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eshithepetty · 1 year

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LISTEN. I KNOWWW that the polls haven't even started, but I'm impatient, ok, I'm just putting this out there now cause I can't take it..... anyways - I've seen people do powerpoints as a way to campaign for their blorbos in the various polls that have been going on, so!! I thought I'd do one of my own for the @autismswagsummit ^^ as I simply can't pass on any chance to be brainrotted over this series, it seems...

ID under cut, as it's very long!

[ID: a powerpoint presentation campaigning for Mob from Mob Psycho 100. It's formatted in dark purples and pinks.

The first slide is the titlecard, differing from the main slides by having a pink holographic aura, like the ones from the show, as the background. The text says:

"#MOBSWEEP 2023

Aka why you should vote for Mob in the upcoming autistic swag summit. Please

(JK follow your own heart ^^ but for your consideration:)"

The second slide is titled: "Who is Mob, aka Kageyama Shigeo?" and below the text lists:

"Source: Mob Psycho 100, which is also where Reigen comes from;

The protagonist! Only with background character syndrome (which is why he’s named ‘Mob’ – it’s kinda like naming your protag ‘John Doe’ lol);

A 14 year old with the psychic strength to destroy the world. Which he’s not very happy about actually;

Cause really, he’s just a nice, gentle boy who simply wants to improve and impress his crush by getting swole :) Oh, and he also experiences the horrors. Btw."

On the right of this text, there are two images: One is a zoomed in screenshot of Mob, his face blank and confused, and the other is an official art of the show, depicting Mob in the center, aura glowing, with many of the show's other characters around him, with the show's title at the bottom of the image.

The third slide's title is "Ok but tell me more about the autism", and below, the text says:

"Gladly ^^

Ok, first off – symptoms:

Bad at reading social cues, detecting sarcasm, lies, etc.;

Struggles with recognizing/expressing emotions. Has what could be called psychic meltdowns;

Very honest and blunt, sometimes appearing ‘ruthless’ as a result;

Explicitly low empathy, in that he can’t feel what others are feeling;

Actually very compassionate, and follows a really strict moral code;"

There are no images in this or the next slide.

The fourth slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"Abnormal reaction to sensations, but instead of overreacting, he underreacts, rarely responding to physical touch and disturbing imagery. Has shown to be at times sensitive to loud sounds, however;

Prefers following a routine. One of his biggest conflicts with Reigen literally arise from the man often calling him out of the blue and making him suddenly adapt, which Mob finds really annoying/upsetting;

Struggles in school. Explicitly bad at math, japanese and PE (really passionate about the latter tho), which could be for a variety of reasons, autism related conditions (like dyscalculia/dyslexia/dyspraxia) being one of them;

Has felt like an outcast for most of his life. Even if he grew up in a pretty loving environment, he recognizes that he is different to others, and people sometimes treat him as such (in a /neg way);

His main arc is about overcoming trauma and… just masking (and how to stop doing it), pretty much, lol."

The fifth slide, in contrast, is mostly just images, placed upon a white background. The title for this one is "Alternatively, just look at him:"

The images, from top to down, and then left to right, are:

Three cropped subtitles out of screenshots of the show, which say:

"I'm sure I just got the wrong idea again. How embarrassing."

"He's detached from urban legends, fads, and other hot topics among people."

"You just can't lie, can you?"

The fourth is a cropped screenshot of Mob's explosion meter. Both in Japanese and English. Specifically, it says: "Progress towards Mob's explosion: 92%". Additionally, there is an annotation above this image, saying: "Literally has a meltdown meter ksfdks"

In-between these and the next column of images, there is also a transparent image of Mob, him standing stiffly, faced towards the camera, his standard, blank expression with a small smile on his face.

The next column of images goes like this:

A screenshot from the show, done in paint on glass, of various kids towering over Mob, who's standing in the middle of the image, small. Their expressions wary, from sneering, to frowning, to looking disgusted. The subtitles at the bottom say, with one part blocked out due to spoilers: "[spoilers] didn't treat me any differently even though I could use psychic powers."

Next two are cropped dialogues as well. They say:

"This version of him was created from being suppressed and locked away."

"Social skills like that are beyond you."

And on the right of the slide is one vertical image, showing one of Mob's books, with the subtitles translating the Japanese title of the book as "The Proper Way of Reading the Room". Next to this one, there is also an annotation, saying: "He has a book on learning social cues :’)" That's all for this slide.

The sixth slide is titled "Is he good rep though?" Text below is:

"Well, to answer the first thing relevant to this question… no, he’s not actually confirmed canon autistic. But c’mon.. it’s so obvious. This kid is not fucking allistic like c’monnnn

Of course, what people consider good and bad rep is gonna vary from person to person. But to explain why a lot of people see him as very positive rep:

"1) He’s the main character, so he gets the most spotlight, and the narrative is formed around his pov, in that we only see things that are relevant to Mob, and visually things are often represented in the way Mob sees them as well (take the body improvement club or Tsubomi, for example), which puts all viewers soundly in his shoes and makes him easy to relate to and sympathize with, and makes it clear how important his emotions and view of things really are;"

On the right of this are 3 images against a white background. The first one is a screenshot of the Body Improvement Club - 5 very buff and large dudes - standing against an explosively red and yellow background, with all of them enthusiastically flexing. The caption below that is "The body improvement club! ...they're supposed to be middle schoolers lol".

The next two, below the first one, are two screenshots of Tsubomi. The one on the left has her smiling, her eyes wide and bright, the background being pastel pinks and yellows. The one on the right, however, has her frowning, the background turned black, her eyes dark and disinterested. The caption below says: "Tsubomi :) And how her design subtly changes alongside Mob’s view of her".

The seventh slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"2) He’s a very well rounded character, with well thought out strengths, flaws, motives, and his overall story is very cohesive and satisfying; 3) His autistic traits are portrayed neutrally – in both where they help, and where they can cause conflict. It balances between him learning what things he would benefit to address and deal with, and what things he shouldn’t be trying to change at all, and as the whole message of the show emphasizes – he is no more or less special than anyone, no more or less of a person – he is simply human, and his autistic traits are just part of what makes him himself."

This one has images next to it as well. The first one is a screenshot of Reigen looking towards the camera (at an off-screen Mob), hand to his chin, eyebrow raised and smiling, some food crumbs still stuck to his face, as he says: "Today you happened to save some people that only you could have saved." Next to it is the annotation: "Reigen reassuring Mob about how his inability to read the room and feel empathy actually can be a huge benefit sometimes :)"

The next image below is a zoom in of Mob's face, his eyes shadowed by his hair, the scene's lighting dark, as he says: "I'm not being mocked, nor am I easily taken advantage of." The annotation next to this one says "Mob learning to recognize his emotions and assert himself better as the story goes on!"

And the last two images is a screenshotted dialogue, saying "You don't think changing yourself for someone you love is natural?" "I don't. At least, not when we're talking about [spoilers]" (The last bit is blocked out again).

The eight slide is also a continuation. The text says:

"4) He is loved. Loved by his friends, his family, his allies… even most villains come to take a liking to him. In fact, he’s something I haven’t seen many autistic characters be – he’s admired! So many characters, and even viewers of the show I’ve found, really admire him and want to be more like him. And not because he’s a perfect person, or super smart or anything, but because he sincerely tries his best. And I just really appreciate that, personally,, 5) And more than just loved, he is accepted – the whole main arc and the resolution of his story centers around that, around how important it is to feel accepted by the people around you, in all your entirety, no matter how strange or destructive you may feel yourself to be. And how you need to come to accept yourself in the same way as well. I just think that’s a really sweet in a story centering around a neurodivergent person :’)"

And the images next to it are as follows:

A screenshot of dialogue from the show, saying: "At first glance, Mob may seem unreliable, but his strength is undeniable." The annotation clarifies with: "The ‘strength’ in question, in this case, being Mob’s ability to reach out to people ^^";

A screenshot of Teru placed against a blindingly white background, him grinning widely, looking down, eyes shining, as he says: "I knew it, you really are amazing!". Next to him, there is a small caption of "Lol gayass /pos";

And a screenshot of Mob, in the bottom center of the image, small, as he is surrounded by various characters. Most of them are smiling encouragingly, with the ones closest to him, like Reigen, Ritsu, Dimple, Teru and Tsubomi, being bigger and placed in the front. A small caption at the top says: "He has so many friends and allies ueueeueueue.."

The ninth slide is titled "Additionally:" and the text lists:

"Psychic powers as a metaphor for being nd/othered, if that suits your fancy;

His design is iconic and versatile;

The boy has. Issues;;

There are many other characters in mp100 who can be read as autistic. Not a single neurotypical in this show /hj

Mob has more than just autism swag. I’ve seen people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety and those who are plural (etc.) also relate to him :)

He is simply the Boy ever"

Next to the last line is a small, low quality image of Mob smiling from the manga. The rest of the images, on the right, are:

The meme "I can be your angle....or yuour devil", with images of Mob instead - on the left, him smiling brightly and blushing, placed upon a colorful magenta background, and on the right, a panel from the manga: Mob in one of his explosion states, surrounded by fire, face shadowed, hair pushed back by his powers and waving in the air, and his eyes, wide and eerie, being the only features on his face that are visible.

On the right of these images, there is a smaller one, of Mob in another one of his explosion states (the one from episode 3, season 1 of the anime). He is facing to the side, aura surrounding him, hair pushed back by his powers and his eyes a glower. His pupils are red.

Below these, there are three images of, in order, Serizawa, Tome and Ritsu. Serizawa is sweating, nervous, Tome is sweating even more and yelling into a phone, and Ritsu is simply glaring towards the camera. The annotation pointing to them says: "A few of the other autistic blorbos in question :] (as I personally see them at least)".

And the last is a panel from the manga, of Mob sobbing, tears and drool dripping messily down his face, his hair waving in the air. His expression is somewhat blank despite the clear distress, and the text boxes next to him read: "His tears won't stop. It's an emotion he has never experienced before."

And the tenth, final slide, is formatted the same as the titlecard with the pink aura background, and says:

"Thank you if you got this far <3

Have good days everyones, and remember, the true win for autism is the fun we had along the way :]

Buh bye!! ^_^"

Around this text, there are various images of Mob. Counter clockwise, starting at the left corner:

A low quality screenshot of Mob flying in the air;

Mob, in his puppy hoodie, sweating in distress as he points at a vase;

Mob caught mid smear frame, his leg kicked high in the air as he jumps, his school bag swinging to the side, his expression comically flustered.

A panel from the manga. Mob's eyes are shadowed, chopsticks held to his face, as he stares to the side and says "Tch... Shut up and eat.";

A Mob in an alleyway from the anime, smiling, pointing and looking up and to the left (the center of the slide);

A photo of a Mob plushie tucked into bed;

A low quality screenshot of Mob, standing against a wire fence, facing forwards, his eyes appearing a bit angry due to his hair cowering them.

End ID.]

#autismsummit2023 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #kageyama shigeo #autism swag summit #tumblr polls #autism #powerpoint presentation #I tried to keep this relatively spoiler free ^^ also feel free to ask me to elaborate on anything in this #trust me im ready to ramble whenever sjdfgsj (bearing in mind that im not busy at least)#though. tbh thats not That much of an excuse bearing in mind that i definitely did this in place of my real responsibilities 😳 oops #can you blame me though. its literally The Autism poll cmon #my own post #described #the id took like 3 hours to write.. ough. desperately hope theres not any mistakes in there

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Orgasmic State of Mind - Aespa Karina

"What?! 16000 won for a bottle of soju?" Winter blurts out loud, looking at the prices on the menu.

"It's probably more, given exchange rates..." you mutter, hoping no one else heard the outburst from outside the private room.

"But we can get it for like a thousand in Korea!"

"We're not in Korea, it is what it is, do you want it or not?" Karina smiles apologetically at you, as if embarrassed by Winter's naivety. You're in K-Town—West 32nd Street, the closest thing to Gangnam in Manhattan, except it's not very close, geographically or otherwise. Regardless, you're at one of the nicer Korean restaurants in the area, in a private room you booked for aespa.

"Eh fine, let's just get three bottles."

"Three?" you ask, confirming what you heard.

"We finished with our performances on this trip, let's just cut loose!" Winter whines, and Giselle heartily agrees.

"Sure, do you know what food you want to eat?"

"Yeah I just want ramyeon. Wait why is it—" A sharp draw of breath from Karina shuts her up.

"Don't worry about the price, you're here to cut loose right?" Winter sighs and takes a deep breath.

"I guess..." She perks up immediately after. "Then I want ramyeon, seafood pancake, army stew, ddeokbokki, and—" Winter eyes Karina, checking for her reaction. "And fried chicken?" she finishes in a small voice.

"Sure, do you just want to order?" you offer.

"My English isn't good."

"Who says you have to use English?"

Winter is beady eyed as the waiter walks up to them, asking in fluent Korean what they would like to order. She brightens up immediately, ordering in rapid-fire Korean. The waiter nods and disappears.

"Wow you can use Korean here?"

"It's K-Town, of course!" you chuckle. The food arrives quickly, as do the drinks, and the chatter and the soju flow free and fast, the evening eventually turning into night.

“Do you come here to eat everyday?” “Are there pochas here too?” “Why does everyone walk so fast?” The members bombard you with questions, and you happily answer them until the manager checks the time and signals to you and the group.

"We should go, it'll be crowded here if we don't leave soon." Karina nods in agreement and gestures to the other members.

"Nooooo I want to keep going, let's go for round 2! Can we do karaoke?"

Karina clicks her tongue in annoyance.

"Let's go, do you want to make a fool of yourself in New York?" Pouting, Winter reluctantly gets up from the table and let's herself be dragged out, wobbling all over the place.

"Aish, the little twerp, sorry, we'll head out," Karina apologizes and follows the members out. The van's already waiting for them outside, and as you watch them get in you allow yourself to relax, your job as their guide and translator done for the night. You pull out your phone, about to get your own ride when Karina calls out to you.

"Hey, get in!"

"What?"

"We might need your help at the hotel, could you come along?"

"Umm sure." Shrugging and hoping that their hotel wasn't too far away, you hop in the front seat and the van zooms off. A short ride later you all arrive at a swanky hotel.

"Take Winter up would you?" she asks the other members, and they nod and bid the two of you good night.

"You're not going with them?"

"I need to ask the front desk some questions, that's what I need your help for."

"Oh of course, let's go."

The two of you walk to the concierge, and you translate the easiest, most boring questions ever.

"What time is the free breakfast available? Do you do wake-up calls? Is late check-out available?"

After the trifecta of softball questions and setting a wake-up call for Karina you assume you're done, but Karina has more questions for you.

"I need your help with some of the buttons in the room."

"A-Are you sure you need me for that? Surely it's the same in all the hotels..."

"No, now follow me." Groaning at still not being able to go home yet, you follow Karina into the elevator. She opens the door to her hotel room and you trod in mindlessly before stopping dead in your tracks—you're going into the hotel room of one of the biggest idols in K-pop!

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come help me read this." Karina disappears into the bathroom, and your feet feel like lead, almost numb as you go towards her.

"Help me read this, which way is hot water?" Wait, was she for real?

"Umm, you can use the color too, but it's hot water to the left, and cold water to the right."

"Oh okay thanks."

"Do you need anything else?" you ask as she walks back into the hotel room.

"Yes, now that the others are in their rooms, I would like to cut loose too." You watch her top slip off her shoulders, and with a deft hand her strapless bra falls to the floor. Karina is now standing topless in front of you, her back thankfully turned—you feel like your heart might burst, like Karina's outfits frequently threaten to do.

"Umm, I should go. I mean, are you sure, I—" Karina turns around, and your mouth stays open mid-sentence as all your focus is drawn towards her chest. You're not a tits guy, but in this moment you definitely are. You've wondered vaguely what Karina would look like under her tight, form-fitting clothing, and now you know—large, perfectly shaped, and perky. You wonder how it would be like to grab—

"Are you listening, or should I wait for you to finish drooling?" Karina's voice slices through the hotel room air.

"Ah, I'm sorry." You manage to avert your eyes, looking down at the ground.

"No it's fine, I take it you're willing?"

"Willing to...?" She rolls her eyes.

"Fuck me, that's how I cut loose."

"Yeah of course!" you almost shout disbelievingly.

"Good, you should get naked then." All thoughts of going home fly out the window, and you hastily get naked in front of her—right now home is wherever the fuck Karina wants you. She smiles as she slowly reaches for the side of her skirt, and with a rustle her skirt falls to the floor too.

"Would you like to finish the job?"

You pounce on the opportunity, closing the distance to her immediately, your hard-on pressing against her tummy. But first, you had to help yourself to her chest. Karina laughs knowingly, but she lets you squeeze and cup her breasts, humming as you kiss her neck, your fingers drawing circles over her nipples.

"Of course you go for my tits first."

"Do you blame me, not everyday you get to—" you pause, fearing you were being too crass.

"What, see them, touch them, squeeze them?" Karina fires back with a smirk. "Oh, I get to do that every day. What I don't get is this!" You groan as she wraps a hand around you. You slowly back Karina onto the bed, and as you get on top of her you bring your lips further down her neck, kissing the valley between her breasts. A groan escapes you as you drag your lips over the top of one breast—Karina has trapped your cock between her thighs, and she slowly squirms and moves them, her smooth skin pleasuring you.

"Oh fuck... That feels good!" you gasp.

"I'm glad, I'm not all tits you know, how about let's get to the main course?" Karina asks, her pretty face flush with arousal. You could have stayed in Karina's cleavage forever, but you were more than fine with what would come next. You smoothly pull off her panties, and Karina immediately gets on all fours at the edge of the bed showing you that indeed, she is not all tits.

"Fuck me just like this!"

You follow her command, your hands going from grabbing her breasts to something just as curvy—her hips. Karina reaches between her own legs, grabbing you and pressing your cock against her. The two of you moan as she rubs you against her mons, and you're already pushing slightly in and out, fucking the space between her hand and body.

"Mmm I have a request, think you can do it?" You nod vigorously—right now you'd do anything she wanted you to do.

"Good, I need you to fuck me hard, I don't need you to go fast, just fuck me deep and hard, got it?" Karina releases you, two thin fingers instead going to her pussy, parting her lips for you.

"Now put it in." Your tip finds her entrance, and her fingers close around you, making sure you stay there. You keep pushing into her, until finally her fingers reach the base of your shaft—you are buried deep inside Karina!

"Oh god..." you moan, releasing the breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"Mmmm that's nice." She tightens around you briefly, as if trying to get an idea of your size. "Now fuck me hard."

You pull back, and with your mind focused on not blowing early, you push firmly back into Karina. She snaps her head back, but not in pleasure.

"What was that? I want you to pound me, not lightly pat me!" You grunt as you pull out, this time pushing in more forcefully.

"How was that?"

"Better, that was still more like a smack. Pull me back on you!" You do just that, your fingers digging into her hips, and this time you pull her back as you push forward. You manage to extract a moan from her, but it is soft and not carnal, like a moan you have when you turn on a massage chair rather than a moan from you plunging deep into her. Karina reaches back, grabbing your arm and squeezing you.

"Better, but use those arms! That thrust felt like you had noodles for arms, really yank me!" Annoyed at the comparison, you pull out all the way, leaving only your tip in her. Your arms tense, and your fingers dig even more deeply into her hips, no doubt leaving red marks on her pale skin. This time you snap your hips forward, using your core to throw yourself into her. Her butt collides with you in a resounding clap, and that is followed by a loud satisfying moan from Karina.

"Oh fuck, yes that's it, keep doing that!"

You repeat the motion, watching her butt and thighs ripple as you slam into her again. You can't take your eyes off her ass—what was previously pale creamy skin is already slightly pink. Karina turns back to you, the cheeks on her face pinker than the ones on her butt.

"Why'd you stop? Keep going, keep going until I tell you to stop."

You pull back, and slam forward again, and again, and again. It is definitely a workout as you use your whole body to fuck her, but you don't mind—the slow pace works in your favor, allowing you to last longer inside Karina. Going by her moans, you are doing it for her as well, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly whenever you send yourself deep inside her.

"Yes..." Her moans grow higher in pitch, every thrust sending a bolt of pleasure straight up her spine. This was how she liked to be fucked; her previous lovers rarely had the discipline to not just go to town on the Karina, merely rutting into her quickly, as if that would give her pleasure! She would end up understimulated and her partners overstimulated, hitting their peak far too quickly, much to her displeasure and lack of pleasure.

But you! Karina's glad you're able to do as she says, every withdrawal of your shaft leaving her body aching for more, her pussy becoming wetter as if experiencing an actual withdrawal, just begging for the next hit of cock.

"Ah!" Her vision goes dark, her eyes rolling into her head briefly as you give it to her again, sending her well-maintained hair flying every which way. Unlike a drug though, her body doesn't build up a tolerance for your cock but instead builds up in pleasure, slowly bringing her to a peak, like a slow rising roller coaster. Over and over you slam into her, and the slight sting of her butt is drowned out by the cauldron of pleasure she's in, your thrusts edging her to orgasm, threatening to bubble over with every additional hit of cock.

Until it finally does.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum..." Karina gasps right before you slam into her again, and this time she yelps before biting down on the bedsheets, screaming into the mattress as her entire body shakes and tenses in front of you. Her walls pulse rhythmically around you, and as you pull out of her a wild hand flails at you, drawing your attention. Karina looks hotter than you've ever seen her, lying on the bed panting, sheets crunched up and slightly pulled off the bed from where she was biting it.

"Don't stop, keep going, keep making me cum!" You impale yourself in her again, and Karina is forced to turn away from you, burying her head into the mattress. She misses her bite on the sheets though, and the scream that rings in the room is uncontrollable.

Like a runaway roller coaster, once Karina crests the first peak each becomes easier than the last, and every other thrust she seems to tighten around you, crying into the bed as she does. Her arms go weak, her breasts pressed softly and deliciously against the bed. But she keeps her hips raised, or rather, you keep her hips raised, holding her up for you to continue pumping. You stab and spear and plunge orgasm after orgasm into Karina, each one causing her pleasure to boil and spill out of her, never letting her off the edge of orgasm until finally, she runs out of energy and pleasure.

"Stop, stop, pull out!" You pull out of her, and she immediately covers her pussy with a hand, as if to prevent you from thrusting into her again. Overstimulated to the limit, her makeup runs down her eyes as she turns to face you—she really was crying into the bed. "Get on top of me!"

As you get on top of her she beckons you further up her body, and when her hands grab her own breasts, you know what she means. With a curse you slip your slippery shaft between her globes, and as she rapidly moves her tits back and forth to jerk you off, you realize there's no need to go slow. A few quick thrusts of your hips later you press your balls to her breasts, thrusting your tip through her cleavage before exploding.

"God Karina!" Driven by the momentum of your final thrust, the first rope lands across her face before you blast her neck and chin with cum. She continues to use her breasts to extend your orgasm, extracting a full load out of you as you plaster her creamy skin with your own cream. You continue thrusting in and out of her cleavage, wanting to memorize the feel of her chest until your tip finally disappears between her globes and reappears in it it’s soft, spent form.

Gasping, you manage to get off her and join her in staring up at the ceiling. After the loud screams and claps of your bodies earlier, the loud panting in the room is almost serene, peaceful. Karina pulls herself to the bedside table and grabs some tissues to wipe her face.

"Mmm, that was nice." As soon as her face is clean, even with cum still on her neck and starting to drain down her cleavage, she pulls you in for a kiss.

"Yeah, fuck, wow." You can only respond in single words, still not quite believing or recovered from what happened. Karina takes the time to clean herself up more, and feeling bad you reach for the tissues to, before realizing that you would be cleaning her breasts for her. Karina laughs at your pause.

"You want to clean me? You can do that in the shower."

"We're not done?" you blurt out as she walks away from you, slick shining on her thighs, her red butt on display for you.

"Are you? I thought New York is the city that never sleeps." Her next line is almost enough to get you hard immediately.

"I wasn't planning on sleeping, unless you are."

Karina enters the bathroom, and you take a deep breath, slapping your face to hopefully not wake yourself up from the dream. The soreness of fucking her hard suddenly catches up with you—you're sweating, your muscles ache, and your heart is beating way too fast. It would be too easy to lay down and just fall asleep, but no, dreams do come true, and right now, your dream come true is behind the door starting the shower, so you do as you are often told by your mom.

Take a shower after a workout, and follow your dreams.

"Good, the water's just right, come join me?" You hurry to join Karina, and she has you hold out your hand. She squeezes some soap into your hand. "Here you go, soap me up."

Karina watches with amusement as you glide your hands over her tits, pursing her lips to suppress a whine—her orgasm had left her quite sensitive. But she let's you continue, and you continue focusing on her chest as she works shampoo into her hair. By the time she was done with her long hair you are still on her chest.

"I have the rest of my body to clean too you know, you can play with them later."

"R-right, sorry." The prospect of doing more with her later makes you delay the exploration of her body for now, and after more than 10 minutes since you jumped in the shower, you reluctantly lift your hands from her and finally start washing yourself. Even as the two of you focus on getting clean, you can't help but get hard at the sight of Karina's unreal figure and the warm water flowing down and over her naked curves.

"I think we're clean enough, you certainly think so," Karina points out with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah I think so." You push her against the shower wall, fully happy to take her right there. She let's you kiss her, murmuring her pleasure as your hands find her butt, but she pushes you away when you get close to the apex of her thighs.

"Not here, I don't want to catch a cold, come on." She shuts the shower off and walks out, putting on a bathrobe and furiously toweling her hair dry as quickly as possible in front of the dresser. You follow her out, wearing a bathrobe but not bothering to close it.

"So, what would you like to do?" Karina's question catches you off guard as she eyes you through the dresser mirror.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I wanted you slow and hard. But I'll do it your way this time." Never did you think you'd have to answer the question, "How would you like to fuck Karina?" So your mouth hangs open a little as you ponder the pop quiz.

"Umm... fast and hard?"

"Ugh that never works for me, men always blow it early. How about this, you fuck me slow and hard, and once you get me off you can go as fast as you want."

"Yeah, that works. Let me know when you're done with your hair."

"Why wait?" Karina softly asks as she leans over the dresser, not-so-subtly bringing the bathrobe over her hips. You don't hesitate at her invitation, and with your robe already open you simply plunge into her once more. A loud moan escapes her as she braces herself, one hand on the dresser and another on the mirror. In this position Karina's able to push back against you, and she takes full advantage of it, timing and throwing herself back on you as you shove yourself into her.

"Yeah mmph, just like that!"

You try to pull her back on you with every thrust, but Karina pushing back on you is throwing your timing off. And slightly annoyed you grab her arms, using them as handles instead to pull on her, making her back curve, lifting her from her bent over position.

"What— ah!"

"You're moving too much, fuck!" you growl at her.

"Wait, let me, mmm! Let me take this off."

Sweat starts to gather on her skin as Karina overheats in the bathrobe, so at her request you stop to let her drop the bathrobe to the floor, and you take the chance to do so as well.

As soon as you two are completely naked again you press her back against the dresser. With one hand you hold her wrists together, like makeshift reins on her lower back as you aim to put Karina through her paces. Your other hand goes naturally to her breasts, and she moans as you pull her half upright, letting her see the two of you in the mirror.

Karina's head rocks back and forth as you drive yourself deep into her over and over. She spies herself in the mirror between thrusts, her hair still partially wet and a total mess, one breast jiggling with every rocketing thrust into her. She gasps in pain as you slam her particularly hard against the dresser, rattling it loudly over your groan—she is definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. But as you fuck her all the way to her tiptoes, almost making her lift off the ground and wear herself on you, Karina did not mind one bit—she is getting well and truly fucked, the pleasure making her nerves tingle to her very fingertips.

"Nnngh yes!" A loud cry escapes her, and as you pull out, Karina can only manage a rushed whisper as ecstasy begins to ripple across her body, straight from her already-contracting pussy, her wild eyes looking at you through the mirror.

"I'm going to cum!"

You slam into her harshly, and with no hands available, she screams loudly into the hotel room in pain and overwhelming pleasure. It is also your signal to begin, and you immediately start rattling the dresser again and again, fully intent on hammering Karina into tomorrow. No need for slowness now, you chase your own pleasure, one hand squeezing a tit tightly, making her supple flesh spill out between your fingers as your other hand keeps a firm grip on her wrist, her fingernails scratching red lines on your arm.

"Oh— Fuck— Yes— Ahhh— Guh— Nnngh fuck meeee!" Karina can only wail powerlessly as she lets herself get railed into the next timezone, your rabid thrusts building up pleasure far too quickly for her to contend with. She doesn’t want you to stop, she can’t make you stop, but her heart was going to stop if you kept going!

It's not so much a roller coaster as it is a freefall of pleasure for Karina, her entire body sore and aching and on fire as she orgasms uncontrollably, part joyride from hell and part waterpark with how wet and how hot she feels around you. Just as abruptly as the ground stops a fall it all thankfully ends—she lands on the dresser with an unceremonious thump, and she's too fucked out of her mind to even register the hot streaks of cum across her lower back.

You narrowly miss hitting Karina in the head as you plant your hands on the dresser, bracing yourself and trying to recover from the spirited fucking you just had with her. She turns to face you, but her voice is shot, and you barely make out her quiet plea.

"Bed."

You manage to help her the short distance from dresser to bed, and not even caring about or realizing the cum on her back she flops on to it, her entire body flushed from exertion. You are similarly tired, and you collapse right next to her. The two of you pant and gasp, taking long and deep breaths. The room is peaceful for once, and just when it seemed like you would be falling asleep, Karina wraps an arm around your torso and slowly pulls herself on top of you.

"What is it?" you mumble and ask. You open your eyes, and the pout on her face would be cute, if it wasn't for the blush of orgasmic joy on her cheeks, or her breasts pressed deliciously against your chest, or her hand reaching down and stroking you to full hardness.

"I'm not ready to sleep yet." With her head buried in your neck, it is not sleep that takes you, but Karina, taking you back inside her. You grunt in overexertion, and even as you try to thrust up into her, your core is too sore to do anything substantial. Karina sucks on your neck and whispers in your ear.

"It's fine, just let me ride you." You gratefully groan your assent, wrapping your arms around her as she squirms and wriggles against you. With rest and desire comes lustful strength, and soon Karina has pushed herself off your chest, letting you admire her body as she bounces on top of you slightly, whining every time the base of your shaft meets her slick lips. You are a passenger on her ride, but what a ride it is as she reaches between her legs, a finger rubbing circles around her clit as she tries to get herself off.

"Oh fuck, yeah baby..." Whimpers escape her as you lift a tired hand to help, replacing her hand with yours. Karina leans back, shamelessly showing herself off on top of you—legs spread and breasts bouncing while she bucks herself against you. A quiet moan is all that escapes her, but the trickle of slick down your shaft is unmistakable. When she is done Karina manages to push herself forward on to you again, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Cum in me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's a safe day, I'm just too tired to get off you." She grinds against you, working her muscles, and with the few quick thrusts you have left in reserve, you groan and spill into her, turning the trickle of fluid out of her white.

"Mmm that's hot, fuck I just let you do that to me, it's so warm..." Karina whines mindlessly into your neck, enjoying the new heat inside her. Her fingers trace lines on your chest, and despite her slowed breathing you realize Karina is really not planning on sleeping.

"Do me again when you're ready."

The two of you romp tiredly around in bed, your hands working overtime as you deftly finger and play with Karina until you are hard again, at which point you take her in a number of bed-friendly positions. Over and over the cycle repeats, stopping only for short water breaks and to clean your messes. You take her prone; she sits in your lap, using the headboard for leverage; you spoon her, scooping out juice and leftover cum from her pussy with every weak thrust.

You thoroughly explore Karina’s body, and by the time the dark night changes to a dim dawn you find yourself looking at Karina's well-ploughed wetness—the 69 position was the only one left, your tongue and jaws the only muscles not screaming in soreness.

Karina let's her face sink down on you, her moans muffled by your meat in her mouth. You tongue her best you can, flicking over her oversensitive nub in between tongue-thrusts. She extracts one more weak spurt out of you before lifting her head and groaning, her walls clenching down on your tongue equally weakly. She rolls off you, and when you manage to sit up you finally see her eyes close, her chest heaving rhythmically as she falls asleep quickly.

You try to do the same, but you swear it has only been fifteen minutes before the blaring ringtone of the room phone wakes both of you up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, yes, this is the wake-up call you requested?"

"Oh, thank you."

"Mmm already?" Karina mumbles tiredly, sitting up and grimacing at the morning sunlight peeking in through the curtains. "When were we supposed to meet you in the lobby again?"

You rack your muddled brain to try and find the right answer, before giving up and looking for your phone.

"Uhh... In an hour. I should go home and shower or something."

"Just shower here." Karina waves her hand, still in a sleepy daze.

"I don't have clothes to change into."

"So what?"

"Yes, I meet you all wearing the exact same clothes as I wore yesterday, that's not suspicious at all. Besides, don't you need to shower too?"

"Fine, go, I'll see you in a bit." You get dressed but stay for a short while, taking one last chance to see her naked. She winces as she pulls her panties on, and you notice the dark bruise across her hips.

"What is that?!"

"Well you banged me right against the dresser, so yeah."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!"

"No it'll be okay, I'll just wear some high-waisted jeans or something, our next schedule isn't for a week I think anyway."

"But can you practice and stuff, how are you going to dance—" Karina shuts you up with a finger against your lips, and then her lips against your lips.

"Don’t worry, it's fine, now go!" She shoves you out her door, and reeking of filthy sex you stumble out of her room. Luckily no one catches you, and you quickly make a trip back home before returning to the hotel, only five minutes late.

"Where were you? You're late!" Aespa's manager mutters as you apologize profusely. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Yeah, just umm, didn't get much sleep." You finish lamely, and behind the manager you see Karina laugh quietly at your answer. "Come, let's go to the airport."

You help get them all checked in, and they thank you for helping them during their trip.

"Thank you so much, we really enjoyed the trip, it was very memorable, especially the last night!" You almost choke at Karina's words.

"Y-you're welcome!" You can feel the blood rising up your face, but no one reacts, and all you see is a slight smirk on Karina's otherwise neutral expression.

"Well then, this is it, thank you!" The manager shakes your hand, and to your surprise Karina extends her hand as well.

"Thank you for everything," she says, presumably taking her role as aespa's leader to thank you. But no one catches her wink, the piece of paper she slips into your hand, or her slightly bowlegged stance as you watch her pass through security.

On your way back you unfold the piece of paper, and in it was a scribbled number and a message. You clap your face again, both to wake up properly and make sure it is still not a dream—nope, your face hurts now.

Let me know if you're ever in Korea, I'll show you that Seoul never sleeps either ;)

A/N: I saw some random porn vid of just slow and hard fucking, and tried to think of who would be the best idol to do it to, and I landed on Karina. It worked out Aespa did a thing in New York, so to New York we go. That’s as far as I thought it through lol, anyways thanks for reading!

#smut #karina #aespa

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 10 months

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jealousy, jealousy // ben barnes

Summary: Ben was eager to catch the latest episode of your tv show. However, a surprising scene featuring you and your co-star sparked a heated argument.

Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: jealousy, insecurities, angst, implied smut, a bit suggestive at the end but nothing too graphic

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. This isn’t proofread, so I apologize for any grammatical errors this may have

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It was Friday.

And that meant it was movie night with your boyfriend.

From the early stages of your relationship, you both established a beautiful tradition of spending Friday evenings in the cozy confines of your apartment, indulging in a delightful combination of film, pizza, and delectable treats.

This tradition had become an unwavering commitment over the past three and a half years— a steadfast ritual that neither of you dared to skip.

Even when circumstances forced you to be apart, such as being away filming, you still respected this tradition. You would connect via Skype or Zoom, syncing up the start of the movie in your respective locations. As the film played out on your screens, you would engage in lively discussions, intertwining conversations about the movie with updates on your day.

You guessed it was one of the things that made your relationship work so well — the commitment and the effort you both put in right from the beginning.

In the early days, your friends warned you that dating another actor would be a recipe for disaster. They believed that the constant filming and conflicting schedules would pose insurmountable challenges, leaving little room for quality time together. But those naysayers couldn't have been more wrong.

Your relationship with Ben flowed so easily. Of course, there have been setbacks along the way, but you have faced them together. Like a team.

And you have never been happier.

He understood you on a level that no one else did. He listened to your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears without judgment or interruption. With him, you felt comfortable opening up about anything and everything, knowing that he would always provide a safe space for you to share. He seemed to know your needs before you even expressed them, always anticipating how to make you feel loved and supported. He was attentive, empathetic, and patient, consistently demonstrating that he genuinely cared about your happiness. It was refreshing and exhilarating to actually feel seen and heard. He was everything you had ever wanted in a romantic partner.

Now, going back to your movie night… Things weren’t going the way you expected.

“I thought we could bend the rules a bit tonight,” Ben suggested once you were settled on the couch, pizza at the ready, and Netflix on the screen.

Intrigued yet cautious, you paused your scrolling and fixed your gaze on him. “What do you mean?” you asked, confused, not understanding what he meant.

His arm casually draped over the back of the couch as he got closer to you; his eyes sparkled with mischief, and a mischievous grin played on his lips.

You could tell he was up to no good.

“Maybe we could watch a TV show instead?” he suggested, the innocent tone of his voice didn’t match his face. “Your show. The latest episode aired just yesterday,” he clarified.

A groan escaped your lips. “Really, Ben? You know I don’t like to see myself on TV.”

But then, he unleashed his puppy dog eyes and his best pout, and you were completely under his spell.

It was as if his eyes held an invisible power, drawing you closer and coaxing a smile from your lips. Surrender was inevitable; his adorable charm had effortlessly won you over.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” You accepted the surrender.

A triumphant grin spread across his face as he pumped his fist in the air, a glimmer of excitement shining in his eyes. He eagerly pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace, and planting a tender kiss on your lips.

This was another thing you loved about your boyfriend—how supportive he was of your career. It didn't matter if your roles were small in movies, TV shows, or any project you were part of; he was always genuinely thrilled to see them. He was genuinely proud of every accomplishment you made, no matter how big or small. The sight of his radiant smile as he watched you on-screen never failed to fill you with immense joy. His unwavering support was a constant reminder that you were truly blessed to have him in your life.

You were the same with him. Just as he cheered you on in your acting career, you reciprocated his unwavering support in his. From the smallest role to the most significant breakthrough, you were always there, eagerly anticipating his performances on the big screen. The excitement in your heart swelled as you witnessed his talent come alive, immersing yourself in the characters he portrayed.

You cherished the moments when you saw him on screen—the familiar sound of his voice, the spark in his eyes, and the passion he brought to every role. His talent captivated you, just as it did to countless others. And with each new project he took on, your admiration for his craft grew deeper.

It wasn't just about the successes. You were there for each other during the auditions, the callbacks, and the moments of self-doubt. You provided the other a shoulder to lean on, offering encouragement and reminding each other of your incredible talent when you both needed it most. You understood the industry's ups and downs, and your belief in your abilities never wavered.

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled, gently pushing him back as he started peppering your face with sloppy kisses. “I’ve already agreed; no need for bribes.”

Ben chuckled and planted one last peck on your cheek before settling comfortably on the couch. He grabbed the remote and switched the streaming platform, searching for your show.

The show was called ‘Behind Closed Doors’. It delved into the tumultuous life of Amelia Hartfield, a young woman forced into an unwanted marriage with Sebastian Whitmore, the scion of a wealthy family, all due to dire financial circumstances. Not only did Amelia harbor reservations about this union, but her own sister harbored a forbidden love for her soon-to-be husband and was willing to go to any lengths to eliminate her as a rival.

As the opening credits rolled on the screen, Ben's leg began to bounce with fervent anticipation.

“Why are you so excited? It’s just me.”

Ben turned to you with a playful grin. “It’s not just you. It’s Amelia and the mess her life is. She was forced to marry a man she doesn’t love, and, in case you haven’t watched the episode from last week, which you haven’t, her sister tried to kill her! If it wasn’t because Sebastian was there, she would be dead!”

You chuckled. “You know she can’t die, right? She’s the main character.”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Always so humble.”

“Anyways, Sebastian admitted to his friend that his feelings for Amelia are genuine. And guess what? Isabella, Sebastian's childhood friend who secretly harbored feelings for him, overheard his confession. And at the end of the episode, she joined forces with Amelia's sister to hatch a sinister plan to end Amelia's life.”

You found it amusing how he narrated the story as if you weren't already familiar with every twist and turn.

“I think you got yourself too invested in this show,” you chuckled, attempting to snatch the remote from his grasp. “You’re starting to take this to another level.”

“No, no. I promise I won’t get too caught up! I promise!” He gripped your waist tightly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his childish antics.

Gently extracting yourself from his tight grasp, you managed to retrieve the remote from his hand and playfully held it out of his reach. “Alright, Mr. Overly Enthusiastic, let's watch the episode. But you better behave, or I’ll turn it off.”

Ben's eyes sparkled with mischief as he feigned innocence. “I always behave. I promise to keep my reactions in check.”

You settled back on the couch, leaning against Ben's side as he draped his arm around your shoulder.

As the episode unfolded, you started to regret agreeing to watch it. You remember filming it. At the end, your character, Amelia, and Sebastian, who was portrayed by Bill Skarsgård, laid bare their emotions and consummated their desires in a rather explicit manner, devoid of any subtle undertones.

Both being actors, you and Ben came up with a mutual agreement to disclose whenever a steamy scene was to be filmed. This arrangement was born out of a desire to fortify the foundation of trust between you both. And so, even if it is acted, no one wants to see their partner being intimate with someone else. You both have followed this rule for years, but for some reason, you forgot to mention this scene to Ben. And you knew it was going to lead to an awkward and uncomfortable moment, and, quite possibly, into a fight you didn't want to have.

It was too late to turn it off now.

As the scene unfolded on the screen, a knot formed in your stomach. You could sense the tension building, knowing that the explicit nature of the scene would undoubtedly make things awkward between you and Ben. Your gaze discreetly darted towards him, studying his reactions with keen interest.

At first, he appeared engrossed in the storyline, his eyes fixated on the screen. But as the scene progressed, his expression shifted, and you could see a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. His grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly, and you knew he had realized the nature of the scene.

A whirlwind of emotions swept through your mind. On one hand, you empathized with Ben's potential unease, realizing that you would feel the same if the roles were reversed. On the other hand, a pang of guilt pierced your heart for neglecting to give him a heads-up about the explicit content. You desperately wanted to shield him from any unnecessary discomfort.

When the episode ended, you reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Swallowing your own apprehension, you took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to address the situation. “Honey... I'm sorry. I should have told you about this scene beforehand. It completely slipped my mind.”

Ben's face remained impassive, his gaze deliberately averted from yours as he digested your words. A heavy silence settled between you, filled with unspoken tension. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, and you could sense his growing frustration.

Finally, he let out a sigh and turned to face you, his expression tinged with disappointment. “You should have told me, Y/N. We made a promise, remember? To always let each other know about intimate scenes in our projects. I thought we had each other's backs.”

Guilt washed over you as his words sank in. He was right. You had broken the agreement you both had made, and now you were facing the consequences of that oversight. You had let him down, and the weight of your mistake hung heavily in the room.

“I know, Ben,” you said, your voice filled with remorse. “I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. It was an oversight on my part, but I truly forgot. I understand why you're upset, and I want you to know that I didn't do it intentionally. I value our trust, and I don't want to jeopardize it.”

Ben's gaze softened slightly, but his disappointment was still evident. “Trust is important to me, Y/N. It's the foundation of our relationship, both on and off the screen,” he expressed, his voice carrying a tinge of sorrow. “When we made that agreement, it was about ensuring that we never had to see each other being intimate with someone else. It's not just about the physical act, but the emotional impact it can have.”

For a brief moment, you thought this would be solved without an argument, but then he spoke again.

“I mean, do you think it was fun for me watching you naked, moaning under Bill Skarsgård while you seemed to actually enjoy it?”

“Actually enjoy it? Are you serious right now?” You raised your voice, your body heating up with anger. “I can't believe you would even suggest that I found any pleasure in that scene,” you fired back, your frustration seeping into your words. “As an actor, it's my job to portray the character and the emotions they go through. Just because it looked intimate on screen doesn't mean it was enjoyable for me. You, of all people, should understand this. It was a professional commitment, and I take my work seriously.”

Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt. You had always been open and honest with each other, but this situation was testing the boundaries of trust and understanding. The fact that Ben would question your commitment to the relationship and your professionalism stung deeply.

“Oh, so I’m the problem now? I’m the one overreacting?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “That’s not what I said. Are you even listening to me?”

“I’m listening. And you’re acting as if it’s okay that you filmed this and didn’t tell me about it.”

“I’ve already told you that I forgot!”

“It’s a sex scene, Y/N! How on earth does something like that just slip your mind?” His body tensed, and he began pacing the living room, intensifying the already charged atmosphere.

The room crackled with mounting tension as Ben's frustration reached its peak. His restless footsteps reverberated, amplifying his exasperation. The sheer force of his anger seemed to permeate the air, causing a tumult of emotions to swirl within you.

“I mean, come on, Y/N,” Ben continued, his frustration evident in his voice. “Bill Skarsgård is like every woman's fantasy. He's tall, handsome, and let's not forget those intense blue eyes of his. It's no wonder women all over the world swoon over him.”

You crossed your arms, annoyance bubbling up inside you. “Are you seriously comparing yourself to Bill? Is that what this is about? You being jealous?”

Ben stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you. “You can't deny that he’s attractive, can you? I mean, let's be real here. He's a Hollywood heartthrob, and women drool over him.”

“Don’t make this about Bill or any other external factors. This is between you and me. I'm committed to you, and my love and dedication for you don't waver just because I have to portray intimate scenes on screen.”

“Is it just an intimate scene, or there’s more to it, Y/N?” Ben's frustration seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice softer this time. “You and Bill have spent a lot of time together on set, and it's natural for connections to form. Do you think he sees you solely as a friend and co-star?”

You let out a heavy breath, recognizing the depth of his insecurities. “Ben, I understand why you might have these concerns, but I want to assure you that my relationship with Bill is strictly professional. We work together, we act together, but that's where it ends. Just as I have complete trust in you, I expect the same trust from you. Accusing me of having feelings for Bill based on a scene we filmed is unfair.”

Your words hung in the air, the weight of the situation becoming more apparent. The room fell into silence as both of you processed the intensity of the argument. You could see the conflict in Ben's eyes—a battle between his insecurities and his love for you.

He let out a frustrated sigh, his voice laced with desperation. “I know it's irrational, but I can't help but imagine all the things that could happen on set. You think I haven’t seen the comments of people praising your chemistry? Emotions can get blurred. It scares me, Y/N.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to your boyfriend’s words. You had never seen him like this before, vulnerable and scared. It broke your heart to see the person you loved so deeply consumed by jealousy and fear.

Drawing nearer to him, you reached out and gently took his hand in yours, hoping to offer him some comfort. “Honey, I understand that it's natural to feel insecure sometimes, especially in our line of work. But you have to trust me when I say that my heart belongs to you and you alone. There is no one else who holds the place you do in my life.”

Ben's grip on your hand tightened, and his gaze met yours, searching for reassurance.

“Ben, you are more than enough for me, and I love you with all my heart. I chose you, and I choose you every single day. I want to build a future with you, and nothing will ever change that,” you continued, your voice filled with sincerity. “I can't control what others say or the fantasies they may have, but I can assure you that my feelings for you are unwavering. I'm committed to our relationship, and I want us to face any challenges together. If you ever feel insecure or have concerns, I'm here to listen and support you.”

Tears trickled down Ben's cheeks as he listened to your heartfelt words. The weight of his insecurities seemed to lessen, replaced by a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, my love,” he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. “I let my fears get the best of me, and I allowed them to cloud my judgment.”

You gently brushed away his tears, your touch soothing. “We all have moments of insecurity, and it's okay. What matters is that we address them and work through them together.”

Ben nodded, his eyes filled with love and relief. “I never want to lose you, Y/N,” he admitted with a shaky voice. “You're my everything.”

“And you're mine,” you whispered before pulling him into a warm embrace.

A sensation of calm rushed through you as you held each other tight. At that moment, the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of serenity.

“Besides,” you began as you stepped back, “Bill doesn’t stand a chance next to you.”

“And why’s that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“Well, by now, you should already be aware that I like my men with floppy dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, and, most importantly… British.”

A soft chuckle escaped Ben's lips, his eyes twinkling with delight. “Ah, so it's the accent that does it for you, huh?”

You nodded, playfully poking his side. “Absolutely. It's impossible to resist.”

He pulled you closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. “Well, lucky for me, I happen to possess that irresistible quality. Though, I must warn you, it can be quite addictive.”

A genuine smile blossomed on your face, the warmth of the moment washing over you. “Yes, you definitely do.”

Ben’s lips drew closer to yours, the warmth of his breath brushed against your cheek, causing your heart to quicken in response. With a gentle touch, his lips grazed yours, leaving behind a tantalizing blend of mint and his unmistakable essence, intoxicating your senses.

Breaking the kiss, you couldn't resist the mischievous grin that crept onto your lips.

“Oh, and have I mentioned what an exceptional kisser you are? You certainly have a way with it,” you playfully teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

A chuckle escaped him, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. “You're really boosting my ego here, sweetheart.”

“Just stating the facts... Oh, and should I also mention your incredible skill with your hands, like—”

He cut you off, closing the gap between you again. His lips molding perfectly against yours, as if they were made for each other. And in a surge of fervor, the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and filled with intensity.

Your fingers traced the contours of his face, while his touch ignited a fire within you, sending shivers down your spine.

With a swift motion, Ben's strong arms enveloped your thighs, effortlessly lifting you off the ground. You eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling an exhilarating surge of warmth and electricity pass between you. His hand tightened its grip on your body as your kiss intensified, and your fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his hair. A soft moan escaped his lips as you tugged gently on his silky locks.

Reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your foreheads lightly brushing. Both of you were left breathless, but your hearts overflowed with contentment. The worries and insecurities that had clouded your conversation melted away.

“I love you,” he breathed, his words melting against your lips.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “You mean the world to me.”

He lowered you back to the ground, but his arms remained securely wrapped around you.

“Wanna watch that movie like we originally planned?”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “I have other ideas in mind.”

You noticed the glint of mischief sparking in his onyx eyes.

“Oh, and what would those ideas be?” You inquired, playing along.

A devilish smile played on his lips as he leaned in, planting a trail of kisses on your neck. The intensity of his touch awakened a fiery passion within you.

“You, in bed, naked, under me… and on top of me. In any position…No limits, no boundaries. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure,” he murmured, his voice low and husky against your ear.

Heat flushed through your body. Your heart pounded in your chest, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine at the mere sound of his words. The rush of excitement that overwhelmed you was intoxicating.

"Sounds like a perfect plan to me," you whispered, your voice filled with desire.

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms again, and carried you toward the bedroom where passion consumed both of you for the rest of the night.

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes fic #ben barnes one shot

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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A/N: This is number three!! Also you all can @ me but I personally hated how Jimmy acted with Tenoch. It felt like Jimmy mocked him and correcting the way he talks since Tenoch is already self conscious about his English. Like I got triggered. Tenoch being cute and sweet but Jimmy is being a bit rude.

Tag: Tags: @shoxji @tian-monique @omgsuperstarg @angel-bi666 @sunfairyy @sunkissedebony97

{IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE NAMOR/TENOCH FICS LET ME KNOW PLUS IF YOU DO OR DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT. MUST BE OVER 18+ FOR THOSE ANYWAYS.}

Summary: Tenoch and Reader are in a secret relationship but accidentally let's it out during the Jimmy Kimmel interview.

Warnings: Dirty Thoughts, Mentions of Smut 😳

"Please welcome (Y/F/N) and Tenoch Huerta!" Jimmy said followed by clapping and cheering from the audience. You walked out with Tenoch smiling and waving at all your adoring fans. You give Jimmy a quick hug before taking your place next to Tenoch who looked excited to be on the Jimmy Kimmel show. It was not your first time being here. "Welcome to the show. (Y/n) it's always a pleasure to see you." He smiled. The interview started off well. Mentioning your long Marvel history, how you frlt about being in Wakanda Forever. Then moved onto Tenoch and his experience. Of course he told the funny story of the zoom call freezing 5 minutes into the meeting. You laughed softly and leaned onto your hand watching Tenoch. How could you not be in love with this man?

It all started the moment you heard who had been chosen for Namor. You instantly looked up Tenoch Huerta remembering him from Narcos: Mexico you watched a while back. You felt yourself blushing at how attractive he was. Plus meeting him in person did not help. There was an instant connection with Tenoch. He was charming, sweet, adorable, kind, humble, silly, and the list could go on forever really. But nothing stood out more than his 'shame short', what he refers the skimpy outfits to. You both worked together for almost the entire shooting time. There had been very few weeks spent apart. Your character played a key role in the film being the Queen of Talokan.

"So (Y/n) how was working with Tenoch?" Jimmy asked breaking you out of the day dream.

"Ah he is an amazing man to work with."

It had not taken but a month of flirting before he asked you out and then fucked you that same day. Since then you two had been a couple. Yet decided it was not time for everyone else to know. You felt like two teenagers sneaking around. Stealing kisses, glances, dates, and rough sex. You two had a loving relationship and never had been happier.

"You two seem close. Almost every picture you two are side by side." Jimmy smirked.

"Ah, yes I mean we are close friends. Our character share many scenes together. Besides he is an amazing man to work with."

Tenoch looked over to you a slight flush in his face. "I never worked with anyone like her before to be honest. Most of my English lines I got scared. Some of my pronunciation is not perfect. (Y/n) really helped me with that. Calmed me and reassured me to just be myself." Tenoch looked toucher her knee in a trance. "That's why I love her." He adds not thinking about it.

The audience gasped at his slip up.

"Oh you love her?" Jimmy didn't miss a beat leaning toward the couple. Tenoch sighed deeply looking at you. You nod in response.

"We have been dating for a year now." He admits taking your hand.

"It's been such a happy time." You add and pulled him into a kiss the crowd cheering.

#marvel #mcu namor #namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor x you #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader

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A Soldier & An Assassin

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Summary- sent on a solo recon mission, ghost finds himself with an assassin from a Brotherhood that has an official-unofficial undocumented alliance with the military

Assassins Creed x Call of Duty

A/n- The reader is French and black but has no physical descriptions. She has a French accent but it probably comes off as more English. She is a descendant of Abbo Cernuns(a hidden one who is the most intrigued by). Her outfit choices are similar to Evie Fryes but more modernized I should say.this is part 1. Warnings- slow burn??? Wc- 1.1k

Hassan was dead but now Makarov was coming up. He is in prison but the man has power, and his own army is causing trouble already which has the 141 on edge.

The Konni have been transporting weapons never-ending, and the possibility of one of those containers carrying missiles goes up every time.

Price and Laswell agreed just to send one person to check. Ghost was chosen for this recon, quick and quiet.

Ghost climbed up the stairs and ran to the ledge and pulled his sniper out.

"Watcher 1 to Ghost, how we looking?" Laswell says in his ear.

"Lots of armed personnel surrounding multiple containers."

"Okay, if there are any signs of a missile, we're coming to you."

"Copy." Ghost zoomed in his scope on each container, trying to get a closer look inside one.

"How many do you think there are down there?" To say his bones didn't jump out of his skin was an understatement. The feminine voice in his ear did not come from his comm in his right ear. No. This voice was not Laswell and whoever it was, was physically there next to him. Ghost whipped around to see who it was but was met with a black hood. He drew his knife but it got knocked out of his hands and the blade was pressed against his neck.

"Is this how you treat all your allies?" Ghost slowly raised his hands in surrender, knowing the blade could slice through his jugular any second.

"If you were an ally, you wouldn't have snuck up on me. Anybody tell you don't sneak up on an armored man?" He says slowly standing up to his feet, the blade the woman had following him.

"Anybody tell you don't underestimate a woman." There was a slight chuckle that came from you. "Laswell, always keeping her word." The blade retracted and Ghost finally turned his head to face you. You were not at all what he was expecting. The all-black get-up looked ridiculous, it was like you were pulled right out of a book. You looked Ridiculous.

"You know Laswell?"

The hood was pulled back and the brightest smile was put on your face. Okay, you look less ridiculous now.

"Laswell and I go way back, she saved my life one day and now she is my friend, along with the others. She has earned our respect."

"Others?"

"Ever heard of the Brotherhood, or the Hidden Ones?" You ask him and start to walk to the ledge of the building and pull out some binoculars to zoom in on the Konni.

"Rumors, stories. A large group of Assassins that live among us." Ghost says cautiously and approaches you from behind.

"And we have kept it like that for thousands of years, thanks to our skills, leaders, and people like Laswell."

"Well, I would've liked to know I would have company on something that was supposed to be solo."

"I asked her not to say anything. I knew a man with a skull face mask would be here and he goes by Ghost." You look back at him and look him up and down. "I also trusted my skills enough to handle you if it came to it." Ghost scoffed at that and you stood up straight. "Look." You passed the binoculars to Ghost and he grabbed them, he looked at you wearily but looked.

"Bloody hell." Ghost zoomed in on the open container to see an array of controls.

"They're covering it up with drugs and money." Ghost handed you the binoculars back and clicked his radio.

"This is Bravo-7 to Watcher-1."

"Go for Watcher-1."

"There's a container here with what looks like missile controls in it."

"Damn." Ghost looked back at you and you raised an eyebrow.

"I also ran into your, friend." He hesitated at that before hearing Laswell sigh.

"Yeah sorry about that Ghost, but she was very insistent on not to tell you but I trust her. She is a good person." He trusted Laswell with his life, so if she trusts you, so can he(maybe). “But come on back, we need to find what those controls are connected to.”

“Copy.” Ghost responds and starts to walk away. You throw your arms up in shock.

“Um hello?” You scoff and walk after him. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing a civilian needs to know about.”

“I'm not a civilian.” Ghost stops and sighs before turning around.

“You’re friends with Laswell and an assassin. Nothing there tells me you are part of the military. This isn’t your warzone.” You shook your head and pinched your nose.

“Dangerous people are everywhere, and that means the battleground changes but the mission remains the same.” He could agree with that.

“Why are you here?” He asks lowly and you press your lips together.

“That's for you to figure out.” You say with a sly smirk and walk past him. You brushed your shoulder against his gently. Your perfume hit his nostrils through the mask and he felt his body willingly want to follow you. “See you around, partner.” You said it very teasingly as you stepped on the ledge of the building, hood being brought back up to your head, and leaned forward until you were falling.

This was the second time you’ve scared Ghost. He ran to the ledge to see where you went but there was nothing. No blood on the sidewalk and you weren’t on the fire escape.

When Ghost got back to base and gave his full report(leaving you out). After that, he opened the dusty laptop that he never used and started researching the Hidden Ones. But the whole time, you flooded his head. Your beautiful smile, the ridiculous get-up, and your adorable accent.

Ghost ripped his mask off his face and tossed it on his desk. He didn’t like the way you were making him feel but it wasn’t at all an unwelcome feeling.

A/n- I'm not very proud of this, it's not at all how I wanted it to go but if anybody is interested in a second part I'll work on that:) hope you guys somewhat enjoyed

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x black reader #assassin's creed #call of duty #ghost x reader

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samoankpoper21 · 5 months

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Drunken Confession - Gojo Satoru

Tags: college!au, modern!au, mention of alcoholic drinks, slight cussing

Synopsis: Cliché trope of you falling for your best friend Gojo Satoru :P

A familiar arm draped itself across your shoulder as you and your best friend Lenn were walking out of English class. You sighed as you looked up into familiar blue eyes. "Satoru, what do you want?"

He chuckled. "I can't say hi to my childhood friend." You and Lenn exchanged a glance. "Hehe. I saw you walking across the plaza and just wanted to bug you."

"Wow, what a gentleman." you dryly responded.

"I just wanted to let you know I'm going on a date." your heart stung. "Satoru, I don't understand why you feel the need to tell me about your dating life. You're treating me as if I'm your girlfriend or something." He faked a gasp clutching at his chest. "Of course I would tell you since you're my beloved." You bit your lip and gently pushed him away. "Satoru, stop teasing me."

"Hehe. Well I'll see you later then Y/N." he bent down and in a low tone teased you by saying, "Don't wait up for me dear." You pushed him away again, Satoru walking backwards with his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

"What a fucking jerk." you mumbled. Lenn pinched her nose and sighed. "Y/N, when are you going to tell him how you feel? At the rate he's going, by the time you confess to him, he would've already slept through half the campus."

"Lenn, please stop badmouthing him. You know he's not like that."

"I'm only taking your word for it but I can't help but wonder-"

"What? Wonder what?"

"Plot twist: what if the reason Satoru keeps telling you about his dates is because he wants to get a jealous reaction out of you? What if he wants you to clasp your hands together and say in the girliest voice ever, 'Satoru, no! But I love you!'"

You playfully smacked Lenn's shoulder as her laughter roared throughout the halls. "Ew, that's gross. Satoru would never look at me like that." Lenn shrugged. "Oh well food for thought."

The rest of the day zoomed by with lectures, note taking, and club activities. To say you were exhausted was an understatement but you were grateful that it was Friday. "Let's go grab a drink!" Lenn exclaimed. " I think this calls for a mini celebration of some sort. This week was long and it's almost midterms."

"Watch it now Lenn, your alcoholic tendencies are showing."

"First of all, fuck you, and second of all, you need it. I know you're trying not to think about Satoru and his date with his little girlfriend." you lips pressed into a line as you couldn't protest what Lenn was saying. She was right. After Satoru dropped that bomb on you, your mind kept drifting back to him the whole day. Who's the girl now? What does she look like? Is Lenn right? Does he really have a thing for me? If so why can't he be straight forward about it. I can't be the one to talk; I have yet to tell him how I feel too.

You remember the day you realized your feelings for Satoru. He and you entered college around the same time and signed up for the same classes, drifting apart as soon as it came to classes regarding your respective majors.

*Flashback*

It was English Literature 48 where the teacher posed this question about sonnet 17 by William Shakespeare: what are the feelings that Shakespeare is trying to convey? Most of the class responded with surface answers: Shakespeare wants his legacy to live on through an heir because he's afraid no one will read his works. "That's not quite what I'm looking for but come on guys dig deeper." A beat of silence passed before Satoru raised his hand. "Yes? Satoru."

"I think what Shakespeare is trying to convey here is not enough words can express his lover's beauty," Satoru turned to look at you and continued. "In lines 5, 7, and 8, Shakespeare describes his desire for everyone to experience her beauty but can't because later on down the road, people will say that he's lying about her beauty; that heaven never touched it, the only way people will experience her beauty is through an heir." You could feel the blush spreading across your face. Why is he looking at me like that as he's talking?? The reverie you were in was broken as soon as the professor clapped his hands. "Excellent Satoru! That's what I'm looking for!" you blinked, shaking your head. By the time you recovered, Satoru already looked ahead hiding his smirk behind his hand.

*End of flashback*

"Cheers!" the clinking sound of shot glasses clashing against each other sounded louder than usual. It was a date between you and Lenn surrounded by other college students. The evening air was warm enveloping the both of you. Shot after shot went down with ease, both of you enjoying the grilled pork belly with the lettuce wrap, the warmth spreading throughout your body making your face glow red. Unaware of how much time has passed, you felt yourself slowly leaning forward. "Lenn, I hate you right now." Lenn, less drunk than you looked up. "Ha! Bitch you should see yourself right now! Your face is so red." you panicked and quickly grabbed your phone. "Oh noooooooo Leeeeeeennnnn whadda am I gonna doooo?? I hate shrinking with you."

"Pft! Shrinking?"

"I shaid drinking, drink.ing. You knoooow I shuck at holding my liquor."

"Has Satoru seen this side of you?" you crossed your arms across your chest forming an X. "Noooooo. Never."

"Lemme take your picture and send it him!"

"Nooooooo Leeeeeeeenn."

"Why not? You look soooooo adorable." Lenn teased. You pouted replying with, "Ru doesn't think so," you brought your knees to your chest and rested your head atop, hoping that the world will stop spinning. "Ru never looked at me as a woman. It's honeshly soooooo annoying."

"You notice you tend to drag out your vowels when you're drunk?"

"Shaddap Lenn. I'm sherious."

"Ok ok let me pour you another shot." you reluctantly offered your glass watching it fill up. You pouted again and knocked the shot back. "You know what's so annoying?"

"The fact that you keep talking about Satoru?"

"That too but the fact that he flirts with me and then goes out on dates with other girls. Like if you're going to lead me on and flirt with me then why haven't you fucked me too?! He should be begging to be my boyfriend with the way he keeps whispering in my ear." you giggled.

"Ooouu so you like when he whispers in your ear huh? You kinky girl."

"Shaddap Leeeeenn."

Satoru was standing in line for sodas when his phone started ringing. He smirked to himself when he saw your name pop up on the screen. Perfect timing. Satoru only agreed to go because Itadori and Nobara practically begged him to go since she was actively pursuing him. They settled on a movie and began discussing their childhood, major, and future aspirations. "What's wrong sweetheart? Didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?"

"Satoru?" he peeled the phone away from his ear, his tone adapting an edge to it. "Who's this and why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"It's me Lenn."

"Lenn? What are you doing with Y/N's phone?"

"Listen I need you pick up Y/N. I have a shift that starts at 2AM at the convenience store and I can't risk losing this job."

"You have a job to go to and decided to go drinking? That's real irresponsible of you Lenn." he teased.

"Satoru, just shut up for once sheesh. I'll stay with her for as long as I can. She's pretty drunk."

"How drunk is she?"

"No Y/N stop-hello! Who is thish?"

"Hey darling, heard you went out drinking."

"Shatoruuuu I miiiiisss yoooooouu."

"Is that right?"

"Yesh."

"How much do you miss me by?"

"A lot, a lot, A LOT!" cute. "Y/N give me the phone - noooooooo - hello? Satoru? Please hurry." Satoru stepped out of line and approached the girl. "Hey sorry, something came up with my friend. She's super drunk right now and I have to -"

"No worries. I know you like her."

"What? I don't-"

"Satoru, I can tell you like this woman and that she's very important to you. Your eyes light up whenever you talk about her and you've been talking about her through out our date. I know you don't mean to but you subconsciously do it."

"I'm sorry I didn't realize I have been doing that."

"It's ok. I'm majoring in psychology anyway."

"I must have been such a horrible date."

"I've had worse trust me. Luckily you aren't in that category."

"Thank goodness."

"Go get her Satoru." Satoru apologized once again and ran out.

He approached the tent and saw you hunched over, soju bottles littering the table. He picked up a bottle and looked at you. He kicked the leg of the table. "Oi." your head shot up and as your vision cleared you smiled at seeing him. "Shatoruuuu."

"Just how much did you drink anyway?"

"Ummmm free," you reply while holding up the number five. He bent on one knee tucking your hair behind your ear chuckling. "Why did you drink so much Y/N?" he gently asked. You quickly shot up. "I need to take a walk." you declared. Satoru grabbed your belongings and was shortly beside you trying to steady you. You gently pushed his hand away pausing to look at the moon.

"Pft."

"What's so funny?"

"The full moon has your exact head shape."

"I beg to differ." he noticed you teetering close to the edge of the street. Within a flash he grabbed you hugging you against him. "Jesus Y/N are you trying to get killed?" you shoved against him. "Shouldn't you be on your date?" you spat out.

"And leave my beloved alone and drunk? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Fuck you dude."

"Ouch. A little feisty aren't we?"

"It's just...you irk my soul." you paused again and found Satoru leaning down in front of you. "Get on my back." You reluctantly agreed and flopped onto his back. Ah. So warm. You never realized how vast Satoru's back was, always admiring his broad shoulders from afar. You were about to doze off when Satoru says, "You still haven't answered my question Y/N."

"Hmm?," you groggily reply. "What question?"

"Why were you drinking so much today?"

"Because I hate you."

"Whaaaaat? No way."

"It's just...I hate the fact that you go on all these dates and yet you joke around with me. You're always leading me on only for you to crush me down. I hate that you're so good looking, that your back is nice and warm, I hate how much I want to fuck you yet have you make love to me, how I want to hear about your day, but the thing I hate the most is how much I like you. I really really really like you Satoru and you don't even know it." He paused to bring you back down, gently placing you in front of him. "Hey," he faintly lifted your chin so that you may look at him. "I-" before he could respond, your head crashed into his chest, the sound of you sleeping filling his ears. Did she really just fall asleep on me??! At this moment?! Really?! After processing what happened, Satoru let out a hearty laugh picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his apartment.

You groaned as the rays of light pierced your closed eyes. You can make out faint patterns. You snuggled deeper into the warm sheets, smelling like Satoru's cologne - wait...sheets?!??? Your eyes shot open and you found yourself face to face with a shirtless Satoru, the amusement in his eyes evident as he smirked at you, perched upright by his elbow. "Good morning darling."

"Wait what, who, why are you here Ru? Where's Lenn?" He gently poked the middle of your forehead. "You barely call me Ru anymore. I know when you're upset when you call me Satoru." You laid still trying to catch your breath, the rays of sun shining behind him casting an ethereal halo. God this man is beautiful. "How are you feeling?" he gently asked.

"Surprisingly I don't have a headache like I thought I would."

"That's because I put 4 ibuprofen in the water you were drinking."

"Ohmygosh so you drugged me?" you replied mockingly. He reached out and gently flicked your forehead. "Ha ha very funny." You missed this: the easy ebb and flow of your conversation and banter. You knew it was your fault as to why you both had stopped conversing. The first time he told you he was going on a date he was ecstatic-ohmygosh. Date. His date. Your eyes widened in shock and you quickly back away from his touch. scooting yourself off the bed. This was dangerous. You cleared your throat trying to ease the awkwardness you created. "How was your date?" you coldly asked.

"I wasn't able to enjoy it because a certain someone got too drunk and was causing a scene."

"You could've left me there with Lenn."

"She's the one that called me with your phone. She had to go to her job." you mentally facepalmed yourself. Duh. Lenn has 2 jobs. "Well, you could've left me there by myself."

Satoru's tone had an edge when he asked, "Why would I do something stupid like that?"

"Because you were on a date!"

"Y/N, it doesn't matter whether I'm on a date or not. When you call and it seems like you're in trouble I'll drop everything for you because you're my friend."

Friend. You hated that word. "Friend huh?" you exasperated. You felt the tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill over. "I have to go. Thanks for taking care of me and good luck." you stumble over your feet and words, your chest closing in, the desperate need to get out of there. You were no match for Satoru's long limbs though. Within seconds he held you from behind, pinning you to his chest, preventing you from slipping away. "Y/N, wait!"

"Satoru please-"

"You didn't even let me finish."

"I got it! You see me as just a friend!"

"You're special to me." he whispered within the crook of your neck. "Oh god," you whimpered. You didn't know how much more heartache you could take. Sensing your frustration Satoru continued. "What I mean is I like you too." you paused turning your head to look at him. You couldn't deny the sincerity that laid in his eyes. "W-what do you mean? What are you saying Ru?"

"Last night when I asked why you decided to drink so much you said-" memories of the previous night came crashing back: the conversation with Lenn, how you told him how much you missed him, and finally your confession. You clasped your hands over Satoru's lips, your face turning red from embarrassment. You could feel him smirking behind your hand. "I'm sorry I ruined your date." He rolled his eyes and angled your head more towards him capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You leaned back panting for air as he breathily replied, "I don't give a damn about that. I like you and that's all that matters."

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Hello, World

A SAGAU / Self Aware Fanfic Chapter 1 TWs / CWs: Combat, a battle happens in this, possibly OOC characters and inaccurate lore (This is my first time using CWs so feel free to @ me if I should add anymore though!) In which Teyvat meets a futuristic version of the Reader, and the Reader shows Teyvat what the humans of Earth are like in their future. ~

Apologies for taking so long to post this! I just got back from the hospital so I haven't been able to be online much these past few months, but hopefully I'll have more time to write now! My brain is still foggy from my visit to the hospital and what caused it, but @nomorefstogive and @2broschlininahotub shared some really cool ideas and I got inspired by @thatdeadaquarius and their amazing posts so I wrote this fic as a gift for them and everyone in the Genshin / fellow Armored Core fans who are into SAGAU / general SAGAU community! Y'all are amazing, so I thought it was only fair that I make this gift. I'm still learning English and my memory is still really foggy so there might be some inaccuracies with the lore and whatnot, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless! More under the Read More:

~ The boot-up process has always been familiar to you. Like waking up when you were human, it has always been familiar to you. Zeroes and ones, lines of code danced across your vision as it took in fields of grass dancing on the breeze across the horizon of the strange new world you woke up in. Magic and elements, wisps of the cosmos and the elements that it was made of danced across your fingertips. It felt... familiar, not as familiar as the boot-up process as your mind came to and your chassis slowly moved off the ground but an almost pseudo-familiar feeling of deja-vu- Ah, yes. Your optics zoomed in on your surroundings. Another day, another isekai. No matter. You were used to this. You were prepared for this. You had read isekai stories and SAGAU fanfictions in the past after all, when you were still human. Before you became what most folks you came across in the worlds you were isekai'd to a mecha-god-deity-something. It helped, the first few times. When your fellow future humans and AI brethren lost contact with you amongst the stars and the countless dimensions the people and machines of Earth now explored in the far future, you had to rely on yourself and sometimes the fact that you (alongside most if not all of your fellow humans nowadays) weren't human anymore. 'Well,' you mused to yourself, 'time to make the most of it.' ~

'Well,' Bennett thought to himself, 'I saw this coming.'

If he had to be honest with himself though, he really wished this wasn't happening at all.

The unnaturally large group of Ruin Guards continued stomping to where he was, and Bennett raised his sword in defiance. He could feel the ground vibrate with their footsteps, the pebbles and blocks on the ground jumping up every now and then as they drew nearer.

Bennett closed his eyes and drew a breath, but he did not notice that none of them had stopped to fire their missiles at him. None of them had stopped to lock onto him, despite him standing still while he was completely in the open amongst the ruins surrounding them all.

In fact, while he had been the one to wake them up, he was no longer their target at all.

Something huge slammed into the ground in front of him, and Bennett's eyes whipped open before his jaw dropped.

In front of him stood a massive machine, one Bennett thought was a brand new type of Ruin Guard that had awakened to get rid of him like the others due to his bad luck... before he realized that it did not have any similarities to Khaenri'ah's technology, nor was it facing him at all.

In fact, the machine was facing down the Ruin Guards in front of them.

In a sudden and explosive whirlwind of movement and light, it charged straight through the group, some kind of blade made of pure light that manifested on its wrist going straight through the first Ruin Guard it encountered before the machine jabbed it into the midsection of another.

Both the machine and the Ruin Guard hit the stone wall on the opposite side of the ruins with enough force to make the entire area shake as if hit by an earthquake, before it pulled out the blade and turned around to face the rest at an impossible speed.

'How can a machine so large move at such insane speeds?', a voice in the back of Bennett's head asked.

The machine continued to seemingly not care about the laws of physics, a burst of light and heat emanating from it as it flew above the rest and sent down a barrage of rockets in response to some of the Ruin Guards attempting to fire their own at it. The Ruin Guards didn't stand a chance.

As the smoke and dust cleared after the resulting explosions, Bennett came to the realization that the machine wasn't even trying at all.

It was barely even bothering to acknowledge any of the rockets sent its way, it was barely even acknowledging the existence of any obstacles in its way as it continued to simply move around the ruins by plowing straight through stone walls and whatever pillars remained, and Bennett realized it was barely even using any of the actual weapons it was visibly carrying around as it simply stuck to using its blade and ramming into the Ruin Guards after it saw the destruction it caused with its rockets.

In fact, Bennett realized this was barely even about getting rid of the Ruin Guards at all.

As his mind processed that there was only one singular Ruin Guard left, this was all about protecting him.

The charge in the beginning of the battle was meant to draw their attention from him and take the battle somewhere else far away from Bennett. It only used its rockets once, and that was after it was already very far away.

Most of the time, it was only using its blade, and soon Bennett saw one of the reasons why.

The one remaining Ruin Guard didn't have time to react before the much larger machine protecting Bennett jabbed it through the midsection with its blade, but it didn't fall to the ground after it was stabbed. Instead, the light coming from it changed to match the light coming from the larger machine and its blade, and after the blade was pulled out from it, it simply remained standing completely still.

Bennett turned and saw that the other Ruin Guard and several others that had been stabbed were all standing still too, unmoving but fully functional.

He couldn't dwell on it much however, as the larger machine turned around to look at him with its numerous... eyes? They certainly didn't look like human eyes, but Bennett thought they looked similar to a Kamera one of his dads in the Adventurers' Guild had once.

It stepped closer, its movements deliberate and careful with its hands raised in a placating gesture as it slowly approached him before it stopped some distance away from him.

Bennett heard something crackling to life somewhere inside the machine.

"... Are you alright?"

~ A lot of things can happen when you're Diluc, and a lot of things can happen when you're the Darknight Hero. However, a giant machine probably the size of several houses and then some carrying Bennett (who was barely even the size of what could be called its pinky finger) in one of its massive hands asking him where the nearest Knights of Favonius official is was not something he expected to encounter tonight. Bennett cheerfully waved at him from his perch, a big grin plastered on his face as Diluc could only stare at him in shock. Diluc idly wondered how he looked right now. He had recently gone to the Dawn Winery after Adelinde reported "strange things happening near the Winery." He had barely started his patrol when he saw a massive explosion in the distance before meeting the machine and Bennett soon after when he journeyed towards there to investigate, so the Darknight Hero was standing in a field with his neck craned up to look at the massive machine looming above him. His face was blank and neutral, something he had trained over the years, but his inner confusion threatened to bubble over. Diluc wondered if this was the strangest thing he'd ever encountered in his life, or if this was going to be the strangest for the foreseeable future. Probably not. Actually, most definitely not. Something deep in his gut told him that things are just gonna get wilder from here on out. He drew a deep breath in order to collect himself, before clearing his throat and speaking up in his diplomatic voice. "I will take you to where you can find the nearest official member of the Knights of Favonius, but I am afraid you are going to have to be the ones to explain... how should one put this, whatever the situation is and- everything, frankly. I hope that will not be a problem for the two of you?" "No, it won't be." The machine answered, its voice crackling with some kind of static noise. Diluc almost reeled as he took note of how the machine spoke... precise, blunt, and straight to the point. Almost like- "Yup! No worries Master Diluc, we should be all fine from this point here on out! Let us proceed to our next destination, my stalwart steed of valiant steel!" Bennett yelled, visibly bubbling with excitement as he gestured towards the city with his hands. The machine was still looking at him, but Diluc could basically feel the way it was looking at him had changed. It must've noticed his reaction to how it spoke, but before long it chose to instead back off a bit and give him some space. Gathering himself to the best of his ability and refocusing on the task at hand, Diluc gestured to the both of them. "Follow me." ~

~ Mondstadt looked... peaceful, during this time of the night. Diluc had gone ahead to inform the Knights about your and Bennett's arrival, but the latter boy had made no move to leave his spot on your hand. In fact he seemed rather content, he was swinging his legs from his perch high above the ground to the tune of a song in his head only he could hear as the both of you waited across the bridge that lead into the city. The two guards posted in front of the city gates exchanged glances between you and themselves every now and then, sometimes speaking in hushed tones and whispers, but otherwise kept a commendably professional posture as they too awaited Diluc to return with the rest of the Knights of Favonius. It was remarkably silent, come to think of it. ... Except for the growing number of people not so subtly gathering behind the city gates as they too, noticed your presence. Many of them took note of Bennett's presence on your hand, but worryingly you weren't sure if most of them took that as a good thing or as a sign that his bad luck had brought trouble to Mondstadt itself. (You had to almost wrangle your targeting system from singling out targets from the crowd when your audial systems picked up some of them downright whisper-yelling that "Bad Luck Bennett" did in fact bring nothing but chaos and trouble to their doorstep. You did not mind people badmouthing you, nor did you blame them for being afraid of you especially after the explosions you assume they all saw from the distance, but something about them saying things like that about Bennett activated some protective instinct buried deep inside your processors.) "Make way! Make way for the Knights of Favonius!" The crowd parted, revealing Diluc and Jean with the rest of the Knights as they slowly marched their way through the crowd. It wasn't hard to notice the way their expressions shifted as they took in just how massive you were. You let Diluc go first into the city across the too-small bridge for a reason, even kneeling on one knee as you were doing right now you absolutely towered over them, at full height you were probably tall enough to look over the city walls and look down upon the city itself. It really wouldn't be that hard for you to just ram straight through the city walls like a sledgehammer going through a house of cards, now that you think of it. Remarkably however, Jean managed to keep her composure strictly professional as she craned her neck to look up at you and Bennett as she prepared to address you. However, as she opened her mouth, someone else came barreling in. Klee barely even seemed out of breath after her sprint as she came to a full stop right in front of Jean before excitedly yelling, "WAS IT YOU?!" Your optics blinked. Jean could only balk in surprise as Klee took your silence as confirmation and continued her onslaught of questions. "HOW DID YOU MAKE SUCH A BRIGHT BANG?! WHAT KIND OF GUNPOWDER DID YOU USE?! HOW MUCH DID YOU NEED?! DID YOU EVEN USE GUNPOWDER?! WHAT DID YOU USE?!?!" Your processors kicked into overdrive as you processed her questions, before you went screw it and opened up your shoulder compartment. Klee's eyes were practically shining as she watched one of your rocket launchers, the one you used in your fight against the Ruin Guards, slowly transformed into shape and the missiles it housed within became visible. For a moment, all was silent. "LET'S GO BLOW UP SOMETHING!" "KLEE, NO!" ~ End of Chapter 1 ~ Apologies again if there are any grammar errors and / or lore inaccuracies! This is the second ever fic I've written and it's... 4 AM in the morning where I live since I had to write every single last word again in 3 hours due to an error that erased literally everything (rip) and you can probably tell my poor grasp of English and even poorer memory was a pain in the butt as I wrote this, but I hope you all enjoyed this nonetheless! I'll finish writing the other chapters soon, hopefully they all don't get erased too but until then I hope you all have a great day!

#brainrot #brainrot n ideas series #mecha!reader #sagau brainrot #sagau #self aware au #you can probably tell but i was very much inspired by armored core when it came to mecha!reader #not sure if i should tag it since this fic isnt strictly armored core but credit for the mecha images goes to armored core 6's trailers!#i am a big fan of ac's mecha designs not gonna lie

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