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[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (19)

#slowly gathering cursed memes #my edit #my text #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte mike #ttte rex #ttte bert #bert x mike x rex #ttte ace #ttte gordon #ttte duncan #ttte james #ttte philip #ttte toby

[lazyjellyfish300]

Brownies and a Backyard Proposal 🍫🐇🩷💍

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader S/O

Synopsis: Miguel proposes to you at your family's backyard Easter gathering. Let's hope it all goes to plan. 🤭 part 2 of my Easter proposal mini series🐰💍💝 (these are all separate, unrelated stories but each one has a happy ending and cute twist) You don't have to celebrate Easter to enjoy the story. 💜

Easter proposal masterlist

CW: a little suggestive so minors DNI, a marijuana reference but nothing too explicit, then just fluff. Word count 1.7k

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You polished off the last deviled egg with a smile on your face, your plate of food balanced on your lap as Miguel sat next to you in the backyard of your family's house. Your younger cousins and nieces and nephews were running around, the contents of the plentiful Easter chocolate they consumed taking over their systems, turning them into sugary menaces. 

Miguel chuckles and leans back in his chair, taking your hand. It had been so long since he had been to a big family gathering like this. It was refreshing and he appreciated how welcome your folks made him feel. As you sipped your soda, Miguel looked at you like you were sunshine in human form sitting next to him. If only you knew what was about to happen. 

You notice his cheesy look in your peripheral vision, and your sibling across from you has their face all curled up in some sort of meme-able expression.

 

"What?" You ask, looking from Miguel, to your sibling, to Miguel, and back to your sibling again. 

They both say nothing, shaking their heads and going back to minding their invisible business with shit eating grins. 

"Weirdos..." You stand up, shaking your head, walking into the house. 

As soon as you go inside, there's a mad scuffle in the backyard. Your uncle curses as he tries to unroll the projector screen. One of your cousins is desperately trying to pull up the video on their laptop while your mom runs around like a chicken with its head cut off. Your aunt rounds up the kids, cursing and yelling at them to be quiet for the next five minutes PLEASE and if they don't, she's throwing away all their candy, to which they all magically sit in the grass, criss cross applesauce, perfectly in a row much to her satisfaction. 

Miguel takes deep breaths, looking up at the sky, the speech he had prepared now escaping him, so he'll hope for the best and pray that the words come straight from his heart instead. 

Meanwhile, you're fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror, making sure you don't have anything in your teeth, then you make your way back outside. Your eyebrow raises in confusion but it only multiplies when you hear a song start playing and pictures of you as a baby start flashing on a projector screen in the middle of the backyard. 

All of your family and friends are silently standing off to one side of the yard, out of your direct vision but enough to where they can watch your raw reaction to the slideshow in real time. They can't help but start crying too when they see happy tears start to fall down your face. 

You gasp and giggle when you see Miguel's baby pictures come up, and your mouth falls open again as you watch both of you grow up before your very eyes, realizing it's the story of your lives being told in a precious slideshow of photographs. 

Tears keep falling at first in a stream, but now it's a full on faucet when pictures from the very start of your relationship with Miguel start to come onscreen. Miguel walks up slowly behind you and you jump a little but sigh and laugh, nuzzling yourself closer into him as he hugs you from behind, gently swaying back and forth to the song that's playing as you watch your love story progress. 

You thought you were crying now, but you become a sobbing mess when the faces of the people who you love the most make video appearances at the end, telling you how much they love you and that you're in for a big surprise. "You're such a beautiful human being. Miguel is a very lucky man, and we can't say too much because we don't wanna spoil the surprise! But we love you and we wish you both the best on this beautiful journey you're about to go on together..." 

Finally, your name flashes in text across the screen, followed by that one question you only dreamed of being asked, 

"Will you marry me?" 

You double over, face in your hands, shoulders shaking with pure emotion and you throw your head back when you see Miguel slowly get down on one knee, presenting you with your ring you always had your heart set on that you always hinted to him, not knowing that he remembered it this whole time. 

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The happy cries and shouts from your family and friends almost drown out his words but the message is clear. You nod enthusiastically, "Yes, yes!!" You're soon surrounded in a huddle of cheers and happiness as though you and Miguel won the lottery. You look up at Miguel, his face turning red in a mixture of pure delight and fluster at the shower of attention being rained upon both of you. 

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After another couple of hours of endless chatter and delayed goodbyes, you and Miguel are finally on your way home, both social batteries (Miguel's in particular), stretched beyond their limits. Your eyes can't leave your left hand, the gorgeous vintage style marquise ring looks as though it was made for you. 

Miguel's mouth curls into a small grin and he places a hand on your thigh, continuing to drive. "You like it?" He asks, breaking the silence. 

"I absolutely love it..." You say, squeezing his hand back. Miguel makes a deep sigh of contentment, his voice full of affection for you. 

"I'm so glad baby...it makes me happy to know you love it that much." 

"You could have proposed with a ring pop and I'd still be over the moon." You say, swiping your thumb across the back of his hand. 

Miguel makes a soft groan, your touch tickling his brain. You two can't get home soon enough now, when you can finally be alone and decompress after such an emotionally heightened day. 

"I know..." Miguel says with a smile. "But you deserve way, way more than just a ring pop." 

You smile back at him. "How on earth were you able to pull all that off?" 

Miguel shakes his head. "Zero clue. I'm still in disbelief. I'll need at least 5 years to recover after that one." 

You laugh, shaking your head as well. "You say that like it was pure torture." 

"It was." Miguel replied, a little bluntly, but smirks and grabs your thigh a little tighter when he sees your offended expression. 

"Not the proposing to the love of my life and sharing a beautiful day together part, but the: trying to have your whole family keep this a secret and be the center of attention nonstop for the last 5 hours or so part. That one might have been a little more torturous." 

"Ahh." You nod, a smirk forming on your own lips. It was true, you weren't expecting such a public proposal from him, much less coordinating and pulling it off with your friends and family involved. A little out of the ordinary for your sometimes grumpy, mostly reserved boyfriend, now fiancé.

"But did you die?" You ask with a grin. 

Miguel chuckles softly. "Almost." 

"Oh, ya big baby..." You shake your head. "How can I bring you back to life then?" 

Miguel smiles. "I have some ideas." 

"Oh?" 

"I'm teasing." 

"Well hold on, I wanna hear this!" You sit up in your seat, giving him the invisible mic. 

"I can't." 

"And why not?" 

"It's Easter, I can't speak unholy thoughts." 

"You don't even go to church, silly!" 

"I do on Easter." 

"Oh my gawwd, Miggy." 

Miguel winks as you pull into your shared townhome. You become breathless when he sweeps you across the doorstep, both of you too consumed with each other to turn on the lights in the dark kitchen, groaning when his hands are all over you as he sets you on the kitchen island. 

It's a passioned frenzy of lips on lips and hands touching, exploring every inch of the other's skin. Eventually, your kisses come to a slow plateau, lingering a little less as the flame stops burning so wildly. Your hands move to both sides of his neck. 

"Dessert?" You ask sweetly, staring back into that pretty face of his. 

Miguel chuckles, his soft lips a tad puffy, his cheeks an alluring pink from the tantalizing feeling you left in his body. He leans forward, planting one more kiss to your throat. "What sounds good, sweetheart?"

"Brownies." 

Miguel hums, giving your thighs a squeeze, a low shudder running through your lower body, "Brownies it is then, baby..."

So, you stay up a little later, preparing the brownie mix and heating up the oven, occasionally nudging Miguel's hips with your own which he'll respond with a sharp playful spank on your booty, your new engagement ring safely perched in its box on the counter where you can't lose it and get it dirty from baking. 

After two or three fresh, gooey, chocolatey caramel brownies that practically melt in your mouth, you're laying in bed with your new fiancé, legs tangled together as you start to drift off to sleep. 

"By the way, this was the best Easter ever..." You say in a sleepy voice, fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

"Best one yet for me too..." Miguel agrees softly, his fingers tracing figure eights on your bare shoulder. You try to keep talking but it's a sleepy incoherent word cluster. Miguel chuckles. "You're mumbling..." 

"No you..." You weakly fight back, sleep overcoming you. 

"Mhmm, dulces sueños, mi amor." (Sweet dreams my love)

"You..." 

"Me?" Miguel asks, his voice still hushed and an amused look on his face. 

"Mmuhhffo ouu..." 

"Are we sure we made normal brownies?" Miguel teases. "You're talking like there was an extra ingredient that slipped in there." 

"Gabriel did leave his stash here the other day." 

"That goon..." Miguel shakes his head. "Alright, seriously now. Get some sleep." 

"Why'd you turn the other wayyy?"

Miguel rolls back over, a small smirk on his face. "You bitched me out for overheating you last time." 

"Well forget I did, I was clearly drunk." You say, pulling his arm around you like a blanket. 

Miguel chuckles. "Course you were..."

You pout your lips, asking for one more kiss before you drift off to sleep for real this time, which he gently gives you, then whispers, "I've got you baby, go to sleep." 

"Hmm...g'night future hubby." 

He smiles with you cuddled against his chest, his hand delicately kneading the soft skin of your side. "Goodnight, angel."

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel atsv #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #spotify #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #Spotify

[the-ashenstreaked-doctor]

17, 38, 49!

17. How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

It depends solely on what that moral is. I believe I’ve said before he has loose morals about hurting people.. However, he does have his limits. Absolutely nothing could convince him to hurt a child, but drawing enough of his ire could make him permanently kill or cripple somebody. So yeah, depends on what it is.

He also doesn’t like to weaponize his… curse… by any means, but he has also done so recently. All of his own volition, all for a dear friend…

38. What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Firstly, here are his in-game dreams!

With that out of the way, let’s talk about some of his personal dreams and nightmares… Dreams for him tend to be.. realistic. Things he could imagine himself doing in real life. Voyages at Zee (or at sea, from memories of the surface…), traveling London, meeting with people he knows. They tend to be mundane- rather, as mundane as the Neath allows.

And then come the nightmares. A massive black beast stalking behind him. Waking up beneath the peligin waves, drowning with no way back up. Memories of that fateful day. Moths fluttering about violant lanterns, taking pieces from him.

The worst of all, however, is a reoccurring dream he only remembers in hazy snippets. He is at a social gathering- a festival, a ball, a party- he can never remember the details… A door- or perhaps it is a mirror- catches his eye from across the space. Slowly, winding through the crowd, he approaches it. His hand reaches out to touch it, and the void shatters out from the door- or perhaps it is a mirror. Snapping red teeth, screaming, the feeling of his feet hitting the ground as he runs full speed.

He always wakes with blood in his mouth.

49. Do they have trouble keeping their enemies and their friends straight?

Not at all. However, he has far more people he would consider an enemy than a friend. While not necessarily drawn to black and white thinking, he does keep a very strong separation between people he considers a threat and people he considers allies… It is very unlikely for someone who has made an enemy of him to ever become a friend.

[ask meme]

#the ashen-streaked doctor #ask game answers #thanks for the ask! #fallen london oc #he’s a lot more prone to nightmares than dreams #recently he’s also been having dreams of a feast. sometimes they’re good. sometimes they’re bad.

[labellefleur-sauvage]

A Court of Thorns and Roses Fics

Tempests and Urges: Ongoing (Elucien)

Slowly, Lucien turned his head and his gaze found hers. Everything quieted. The house’s inhabitants were gathered around Lucien, talking about what he could expect, but Elain focused only on the male in front of her. She tried to convey her apology and sorrow and want with her eyes, frozen with indecision and unable to say what she wanted.

Lucien stared back at her, and while she could so clearly see his own sadness and longing reflected in his brilliant russet eye, he gave her a small, slow bow and turned away. Elain’s stomach dropped. He was going to leave her, and Elain would be stuck in this house like a neglected piece of furniture, without the one being who had a hope of truly understanding and listening to her. She took a half step down the stairs at the same time Lucien turned to Rhys and nodded his head…

“Wait!”

...

"Take me with you."

OR: A divergent ACOTAR fic, in which Elain goes with Lucien to find Vassa during ACOWAR.

Read on AO3. Tumblr Chapters: I; II; III;

The Curse of Sleepy Hollow: One shot, complete (Elucien)

In the quiet village of Sleepy Hollow in the human lands south of the Wall, there’s a local legend: that every All Hallow’s Eve, the ghostly form of a headless fae on a horse from the lands north of the Wall haunts the town for an evening, looking for his missing head and a human woman to take as his bride.

Too bad for Elain Archeron, the headless fae has found his head; now he’s looking for a bride, and he’s set his eyes on her.

Read on Tumblr. Read on AO3.

The Highland Fox and the English Rose: Ongoing (Elucien)

Elain Archeron, the middle daughter of an enterprising English merchant, has been raised with one goal in mind: become the wife of a respectable Englishman. Everything else—her interests, her desires—didn’t matter. But when her father convinces her to enter into an arranged marriage with a brutal Scottish Laird to save their family from ruin, Elain is suddenly forced to reevaluate everything she thought she wanted in life.

As the newly appointed Laird of a derelict clan with a crumbling castle, marriage was the last thing on Lucien’s mind. His entire life is thrown into disarray when he is forced into a marriage contract he didn’t sign, to an Englishwoman he’d never met.

But Lucien harbors a dark, ruinous secret that affects more than just himself, and he is determined to resolve the issue at hand. Together, the Highland Fox and the English Rose will go on a journey that will force Elain and Lucien together—or drive them apart.

Tumblr Masterlist. Read on AO3

Musc Ravageur: One shot, complete (Nessian)

After obtaining an alluring perfume from a local vendor, Cassian and Nesta find themselves under a strange spell and unable to control their lust for each other.

(A sex pollen fic inspired by and for an SJM Kink Meme prompt and for Nessian Week 2023)

Read on Tumblr; Read on AO3

DILF Daydreamin': One shot, complete (Elucien)

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun -

‘Woah, settle down girl,’ Elain thought. ‘You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.’

Elain discovers she likes the idea of making Lucien a DILF. Elain also discovers that Lucien likes the idea of Elain making him a DILF.

Read on Tumblr. Read on AO3

Heat Above: One shot, complete (Elucien)

In the sudden uncertainty of her life, Elain Archeron seeks comfort in an unlikely source: her mate Lucien.

Read on Tumblr. Read on A03

(Can I Handle) The Seasons of My Life: One shot, complete (HelionxLOA)

The former Lady of Autumn reflects on her difficult history, and hatches a plan while observing her mate.

Helion reminisces over what could have been when presented with intangible proof of his mate’s past.

Or: The private yearnings of a newly reunited MILF and DILF

Read on Tumblr. Read on AO3

I Need a Big Boy: One shot, complete (Nessian)

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

Read on Tumblr. Read on A03

A Most Dangerous Magick: One shot, complete (Elucien)

Deep in the woods, the villagers say a forest witch dwells in her hut, alone, tending to her garden. They say she’s mad, that the bones of children hang from her ceiling and that people who enter the woods and stray from the path never leave.

When Elain Sees a nefarious visitor is on their way to her forest cottage, she decides to entertain her guest for an evening they both will never forget.

Read on Tumblr. Read on AO3

And All That Jazz: One shot, complete (Neris)

The city's lights gleamed in Nesta Archerons eyes, and all she saw was opportunity.

It’s the Roaring 20s in the bustling city of Prythia, and Nesta wants to live her life according to her own desires - whatever the consequences. When she collides with the city’s most dangerous mob boss, she discovers that jazz and whiskey can lead to a criminally passionate night.

Read on Tumblr. Read on AO3

Meet Me in the Woods: One shot, complete (Fysand)

Returning to the ancient forests surrounding his ancestral home in the Scottish highlands, Rhys quickly discovers how the hunter becomes the hunted when a bloodthirsty Scottish faerie turns her ravenous sights on him.

Read on AO3

Latch, My Fate is Yours; Latch, My Very Soul is Yours: 3/3, complete (Elucien)

Archeologist Elain Archeron has been searching for the lost Egyptian city of Hamunaptra for her entire life. When she finally discovers her life’s goal, what she finds is straight out of her worst nightmare- or her best dream.

Read on A03

Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #1: Elucien drabble, 1200 words

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #2: Nesta, 430 words

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #3: Suriel, 900 words

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Nessian Drabble prompt: could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???

Read on Tumblr

#my fic #my fics #masterlist #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[sakura-rpblog]

@fallesto sent from pinterest inspired meme:

i could keep you safe, they’re all afraid of me. Mitsuri

Where could he be.....?

Her mind adrift elsewhere, fighting hard to keep her focus, sword swinging wildly against a couple of demons who chased her after gathering supplies for the evening. She may have gone a little off track from the usual path she goes for firewood after chasing a rabbit and harvesting wild mushrooms and root crops for dinner. Regret comes later, as the old folks from her village tell her on the odd times they start a conversation. A thought she wishes to eradicate from her ( panicking ) mind. But it is hard not to; especially after seeing that damned rabbit fleeing as soon as the demons start attacking.

" Shit.. !!! " cursing is very unlike her, but the idea she might die from the hands of low-ranking demons after chasing some meat for dinner is truly annoying.

The sound of metals clashing echoes through the forest until her weakened grip let goes of her blade, landing a few metres away from her. The sound of the demons' maniacal laughter is sickening. But without her sword, Sakura's chances of defeating them are close to nil.

Taking a step back, beads of sweat slowly building up on her forehead, gathering all courage to keep a calm façade amidst the situation. She racks her brain for ideas or anything else that can divert the two demons' attention as she recovers her sword. And it is in this deep thoughts her footing fumbled, bringing her body to the ground.

This is it.

Defeated, Sakura draws her eyes to a close, bracing herself from the surge of pain likely to pierce through as demons devour her body. It is hopeless. She isn't much of a fighter to begin with. And without her sword, she is nothing.

Sakura utters a silent prayer hoping her soul finds rest.

Only for her to open her eyes abruptly hearing the sound of the demons' pained voices cutting through the almost tranquil forest.

As her eyes adjust to the darkness, a blurred image of a very familiar form stands before her, standing close to the slain bodies slowly turning to dust.

#i am thinking maybe she got separated from rengoku? #or she is sent on a mission to visit tamayo #ask answered #fallesto #v crossover demon slayer

[kitewithfish]

Reading Meme for Jan 11 2023

What I've Read

let the river run by Astolat - A Robb/Jaime/Brienne fic about finding a man worth fighting for.  It lands it! It really does! I found the ending a bit pat, but overall, I think Astolat is kind of on a roll of "redeem the fallen and hopeless knight by giving him someone worth fighting for" is a dynamic I really enjoy. 

Wayward encounter by May_days - This fic is based on one fic I adored and another fic that was influential in small corner of Obi-Wan/Jango Fett fandom.

Penric and the Shaman by Lois McMaster Bujold - Second novella in the Penric and Desdemona series - Bujold writes stories that feel like a well-written mystery that the main characters are figuring out along with you. This is another story where Penric, a devotee of a god whose blessings are sometimes viewed as curses, is put in a place where he's the right man for a job he didn't know he signed up for. 

What I'm Reading

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir - Honestly, this book is much more fun on the second attempt. I'm taking it much less seriously and I'm not trying to track everything so damned closely. 

When A Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare - Audiobook, absurd and fun

On Hold but not abandoned 

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong) Vol. 4 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù with Faelicy (Translator) - on hold

The World We Make by NK Jemisin (Great Cities 2) 

Westerns: Making the Man in Fiction and Film by Lee Clark Mitchell - slightly on hold

2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson - Slowly

What I'll Read Next

The Good Lord Bird for the new book group - due after Feb 23

The Book of the Unnamed Midwife - Meg Elison

The Uncle's Story - Witi Ihimaera - information I gathered from elsewhere suggests this is even gayer than I thought 

Owned and need to read: Frey Marske's A Restless Truth, and Susanna Clarke's Pirenesi California Bones, Raven Song by IA Ashcroft, Kraken's Sacrifice by Katee Robert, Even Though I Know the End by CL Polk, True Colors by Karen Traviss, At The Feet of the Sun by Victoria Goddard, Tamryn Eradani's Enchanting Encounters Books 2 and 3, Like Real People Do by EL Massey, Tom Stoppard, invention of love.  (purchased 1/11/2023) Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty, "You Just Need to Lose Weight" and Other Myths about Fatness by Aubrey Gordon

#reading meme

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕: Have him put it inside him and enjoy the pleasure shaking, hint hint! ;)c

{in connection to this meme & ask}

{I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind when sending, anon-- and i also apologize that it's taken me this long to answer aaa-- but anyway i've finally gotten something done for this lol}

Was he seriously about to consider doing this?… That question repeated itself a good few times in his head, as gold hues once again stared toward the frankly embarrassing 'gift' he'd anonymously gotten in the mail some weeks prior. Why the hell did he even hold onto this thing anyway?-- Another question he'd mentally asked himself, for about the umpteenth time.

Brows furrowing, with lips drawing into a thin line as he silently debated the answer to those questions… Finally, he gave a heavy sigh. While he hated admitting it to himself, Minato knew damn well what the answer to both those questions was-- Curiosity. A nagging thought he'd had since opening the damn thing… How would it feel? And would that answer be any shade of good?…

Fuck-- why was he even debating this?-- Dragging a hand through his hair with a frustrated grumble, finally, he settled on an answer. "Guess it wouldn't be the worst thing to just try and see…" More or less murmuring this as he thought aloud, fingers once again messed with his bangs. "After all, if I hate it then I can just pack the thing away and not think about it after--" Reasoning to himself with that, and a small nod, it seemed the matter was settled.

And so, after gathering some required supplies, plus taking the time for a good few steps of prep-- Minato was once again side-eyeing that beast of a 'toy', a slightly shaky huff passing his lips. Sure, it was a little imposing… But, still didn't seem like it would be too big to fit… Though, he wouldn't truly know till trying. Again sliding his gaze away for the moment, he swallowed a bit thickly, yet again aware of the quickened heartbeat beneath his fingers which were focused on toying with his chest. Meanwhile, another withdrawal and plunge was made with the more average sized toy currently settled within his depths. "Ahn--" Earning a soft cry and small shudder which ran along his spine.

After a short while longer of this, however, he knew it couldn't really be delayed anymore… Otherwise, he'd probably risk tiring himself out before going through with it. So, still a touch reluctantly… He reached for the larger phallus that had been waiting on the side table, along with the lube once again. Since even if he was already well and slick down there, taking more chances with this thing didn't sound very appealing.

Lightly chewing his lower lip while gliding his hand along the length of it, he momentarily felt unneededly aware of the heat settled on his face… But, in the same moment, felt he'd commited too far to back out now-- So, the previous toy was slowly pulled out, another small shudder given thanks to the now empty feeling. Swallowing thickly again, he shifted to more properly sit up upon his knees, taking a deep breath while settling his position…

Lowering himself down, it seemed his heart was racing a bit faster still as the head rubbed against his entrance, but that was probably just the blonde working himself up-- "Nh…" A subtle grunt did slip his lips while going further, however. The stretch was still noticeable enough to feel, but, thanks to earlier it wasn't really anything more than a bit of discomfort. Which was partly ignored via some other self stimulation, so to speak--

Upon settling at least half way down the length, his previous heavy breaths gave way to a gasp. "Hah, fuck--" A curse tumbling past his lips as well. The depth he already felt it at had his nerves prickling-- And though unsure if he could press further for now, it took but a moment before he was giving into an urge gnawing at him… Slowly raising then lowering himself at first, along with a slight rock of his hips… Motions which after a short while, gave way to a few scattered mewls.

"Ohh fuck…" Okay, so this did actually feel surprisingly good… Huffing a heated breath in a mix of pleasure and subtle frustration, Minato simply began letting himself settle into a rhythm. Focus on feeling good, and thoughts won't matter…

Slow motions soon began to gain some speed, and some added force as a result. Previous mewls gave way to more proper moans, as a few further gasps slipped in here or there. Swimming in now fuzzing thoughts, that earlier embarrassment wasn't a factor that mattered anymore… Instead, the blonde's concern was shifting to this steadily building high-- Just a little faster, just a little harder-- Small encouragements that began cycling in a loop, amidst Minato's panting breaths and the fluctuating volume of his voice.

Steadily, each move downward also began to gain him slightly more depth, a sensation that quickly brought added jolts along his spine and almost hiccupped sounds past his lips. Oh fuck, oh fuck-- at this rate-- That hazy thought was one he didn't get to finish, as the previously building heat tightening in his gut quickly spilled over, a splatter of white painting the sheets as a partly choked cry left Minato's now somewhat parched throat.

Slumping forward while making an effort to regain his breath, a now sticky hand was wiped across the sheets. They'll just get washed later while cleaning up everything else… Once his head stops spinning, and there's more proper feeling in his legs…

#{|Looks like ya forgot the lens cap: Anonymous|} #{|There... Satisfied now?: Asks|} #{|ic|} #{|Tonight's love affair is...: NSFW|} #{|ooc: well-- it wasn't initially my plan to write a frickin novel in here lol-- but here we are--|} #{|ooc: hopefully at least some of you enjoy how this turned out-- X'D|} #{|ooc: while i grumble in the bg about using the beta editor just so i could label this thing-- = 3=|}

[sanguineness-wings]

Why are you running?

(read on ao3)

Pairing: Hawks x gn!Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: bird traits/instincts

hawks/raptors have this instinct to chase and attack if you turn your back on them, so what if you accidentally trigger it 👀

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The sun was dipping low on the horizon, sending amber rays of light between the tightly packed skyscrapers. You shield your eyes from the light as you step out of the convenience store, your groceries in hand. After you take a moment for your eyes to adjust, you note a small crowd gathering just up the sidewalk from you. And from the center of it sprouts a large pair of crimson wings.

It’s a dead giveaway, those wings were plastered everywhere across the city, on billboards, on buses. There’s no escaping Hawks’ image.

As you watch on, the man himself suddenly hovers above his adoring fans, stretching out his impressive wing span leisurely. Leaving you with a perfect view of his wind tossed hair kissed with dying sunlight and a lopsided smile on his lips.

It makes your heart clench as you look on with awe. He’s so effortlessly beautiful it hurts to look at him. It’s also incredibly intimidating. How can those fans just talk to him like it’s nothing. You couldn’t even imagine.

Your staring must have caught his attention as suddenly his gaze turns and locks onto yours. You feel your stomach lurch, frozen with embarrassment. Hawks has the audacity to offer you a softer smile, making your cheeks heat up instantly.

Your brain screams at you to leave now. Your shyness urging you flee the unexpected attention. So you sharply turn your back to the crowd, and the gorgeous Pro Hero, and hurriedly make your escape.

Without consciously knowing why, you take a final glance over your shoulder. Even with Hawks’ signature visor over is eyes, you can see his pupils dilate, nearly completely blown black before constricting to tiny pin pricks in a split second. His smile has fallen from his face, leaving behind a cold blankness. A shiver runs through you and a cold sweat breaks out under your collar.

Your brain unhelpfully supplies, “Haha, I’m in danger!” Adrenaline courses through your veins and you run. A full sprint down the sidewalk in panic. It’s a ridiculous response in hindsight, but you’ve never seen such an inhuman look on Hawks’ face.

You barely make it a few feet before you feel a gust of wind behind you and suddenly your vision is nothing but red. Massive wings envelope you entirely as powerful arms lock around your waist, almost bruising in their strength. You’re dragged to your knees as the body behind you curls over your spine. You feel the prickle of stubble against your neck and jaw, hot puffs of breath against your skin. You’re utterly trapped.

All logical thoughts are thrown out the window with your heart thundering against your ribs. You don’t dare move a muscle.

An indiscernible amount of time passes before you hear a huffed laugh next to your ear, making you shudder.

“Well, isn’t this embarrassing, damn. I’m really sorry about all this. Are you alright?” Hawks says in a tight voice as he slowly releases you from his grip.

You’re shaking as you awkwardly stumble to your feet, Hawks aiding with a gentle, gloved hand on your elbow. When you finally get the courage to glance at his face, your heart does a somersault in your chest. A light blush dusts the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He has a hand behind his head sheepishly, using the other to steady you on your jelly-like legs.

“I haven’t done something like that since I was a teenager in training,” he admits, bashfulness coloring his voice.

“…and what was that exactly?” You finally find your voice, wincing inwardly at how shaken it sounds.

“Oh you know, like…bird stuff? Well, hawk stuff? Like predator instinct?” Hawks shifts from foot to foot, looking anywhere but you.

“Like...you thought I was prey?”

“No! No, it’s not like that. Well, I mean kind of. But not really? It’s hard to explain. You turned your back and I just…couldn’t help myself. I’m really sorry. Did I hurt you at all?” Seeing this level of uncomfortableness on Hawks was so jarring from how he normally carries himself in the public eye. It was like all of his confidence was parred away. 

“I’m okay, really. Just gave me a fright, that’s all.” You’re really trying your best to sound casual, adding a weak laugh to hopefully defuse the tension.

He humors you, offering a half-hearted smile as he stoops down to gather up your groceries that you didn’t notice had spilled across the sidewalk.

"Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, I should be off. A hero’s job never stops.”

And with that he’s gone, taking off into the sky. You stand there dumbly on the sidewalk in shock for a few beats.

You then hear murmuring, whispering, and the click of photos being captured. Horrified, you realize Hawks’ fans were watching everything and recorded every second of it. You curse under your breath as you start rushing home, ignoring the growing crowd behind you. If Hawks wasn’t going to eat you alive, the internet certainly was.

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Get it together, Hawks. What the hell was that?

The winged hero cursed at himself with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow as he shot across the sky. He shouldn’t have done that. He was trained not to do that. The Commission pushed him hard to ignore the animalistic pull to hunt and another traits they deemed unsightly or dangerous. And he had gotten good at suppressing those instincts. He passed all of their tests and drills after years of intense training. He never had a slip up since starting his Pro career.

His mind was racing as he tried to pin point what made him react like that. Did he let his guard down? Got too comfortable in the moment?

He thought of the way you trembled in his arms, immobilized with fear. The thundering of your panicked heart and the quiver of your voice. A shiver crept down his spine, making his hair and feathers stand on end. He liked it. The thrill of it all lighting up parts of his brain long neglected. 

A frustrated growl escaped his lips, lost to the roar of the wind around him. He really shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts, even for a moment. He felt gross. 

He dug his phone from his pocket, sending a text to his PR manager. The least he could do was give them a heads up. Though pictures and videos of the whole incident were probably already circulating. His PR team had their work cut out for them, it was a seriously bad look for the hero. 

Almost immediately after he sent the text his phone buzzed angrily with replies from his team and an incoming call from the Commission. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. It was going to be a long night.

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The days following were a nightmarish blur of embarrassment and anxiety. Your brief brush with Hawks was plastered across every social media platform. You couldn’t escape all of the memes and GIFs. You wanted nothing more than to blink from existence.

Most people thought the whole thing was funny, even wishing it was them tackled to the sidewalk by Hawks. Your coworkers teased you mercilessly, constantly asking if you at least got his number afterwards. 

There weren’t many, but a few comments filled you with anger. They were using this to fuel for their hatred towards those with heteromorphic quirks. They claimed that this proved they were dangerous, nothing more than animals. Which, of course, was ridiculous. 

But you did your best to keep your head down and ignore the notifications on your phone. You kept reassuring yourself that this would all blow over soon. And sure enough by the end of the week the internet was distracted by “leaked” selfies of Hawks in grey sweatpants, posing in front of a bathroom mirror.

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Hawks had just started an early morning patrol as he glided and weaved through the streets. He’d been taking on extra hours lately, finding it easier to distract himself on the job rather than staring at his bedroom ceiling. Who needed sleep anyway. If he stopped, all he could think about was you. The fear on your face. Your frantic pulse against his skin. Guilt gnawed away at him. He didn’t want to scare you, what type of hero would he be if he did. 

Instead of dwelling on the thoughts eating at him, he focused on the streets below him. It was relatively quiet, only a scattering of people going about their lives. He swooped lower, maneuvering between lamp posts just for his own entertainment. He pulled up short abruptly, nearly smacking into one of them.

His heart lurched in his chest, recognizing you immediately as you made your way down the street. He had a little mental battle with himself. Half of him wanted to talk to you, just reassure himself that you were truly okay after all this madness. The other have was telling him to leave you alone, that he’d only made it worse.

After hovering awkwardly for a few moments he made his decision. He made a show of circling ahead of you before landing, trying not to startle you. 

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Having Hawks appear in front of you was the very last thing you expected on your walk to work. You had convinced yourself that you’d never see him again and that, even if your paths crossed, he wouldn’t want to be seen with you.

Yet here he was, with a charming smile on his face and feathers gleaming in the sun. 

You approach him cautiously, pulling out your earbuds. “Um, hi?” you start apprehensively, not sure what the hero could possibly want from you.

As you catch up to him he starts walking beside you, joining you on your commute. His wing stretches out behind you and curls around your side. Smart, you think. Even if the two of you catch someone’s eye, you were largely blocked from view.

It’s comfortably warm beneath his wing, with your shoulders brushing against each other as you walk. Your heart speeds up a little, being this close to him is a little overwhelming. Especially with the memory of him being pressed over you still fresh in your mind.

“So, I wanted to start over, if that’s alright with you. I don’t think I gave you the best first impression,” Hawks explains, his eyes fixed ahead.

“Definitely a memorable one,” you quip lightheartedly. You were more mortified by all of the unwanted attention. You knew deep down you were never in any real danger. 

Hawks snorts, making you glance at him. You watch him roll his eyes. “Not my best moment. I’m really sorry I scared you so badly. I swear I’m not going to hurt you, or anyone.”

It makes you pause as you stare at the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t. And you didn’t even leave a mark. We can just say it was a...weird, unexpected hug. Leave it at that.”

Hawks’ gaze catches yours for a brief moment before looking away quickly, a serious look sliding onto his features. “You know that’s not what it was.”

“I know but...I’m not going to judge you for your bird stuff, or whatever it is. You’re still human. Even with the wings. We all have weird, awkward tendencies. I’m a mess of them too, and I don’t even have a Quirk. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.

“So don’t beat yourself up too much,” you say, gaining a bit of confidence the more you speak. “You’re not a monster.”

Silence stretches between the two of you, both lost in thought. You surprise yourself when you are the first to break it. 

“Besides, I thought we were starting over. I’m y/n,” you begin, nudging his shoulder with your own as you offer him a warm smile.

“I’m Hawks, but you already knew that. Say, why don’t I treat you to some coffee. There’s this great little cafe not far from here. They have these pastries that are to die for. Trust me, you’ll love it!” The hero chatters away, with you still safely tucked away under his wing.

#hawks #hawks bnha #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #echo writes

[love-amihan]

EP. 2; LITTLE MEGUMI & REVENGE

amihan’s note: ah yes, me and my dying battery dkjfkdf. been getting more ideas for this story, i hope y'all are liking it so far. let's also hope that i don't get myself distracted while drafting my works 😔✋ happy reading!

masterlist; regrets@1004

friend!megumi x fem!reader, friend!yuji x fem!reader

you heard a stifled laugh coming from megumi's direction, "what? what?" you tried rushing to his side and get a glimpse of his phone he swiftly maneuver it out your site, curse his fast reflex, jokingly clicking his tongue, "have some respect of privacy" you glared at him, lunging on him trying to get his phone again.

"y/n!!" he shouted out of surprise, he raised his hand not letting you get anywhere near his phone, "gimme!" you whined climbing on top of him, "come and get it then, shortie" his voice laced with a teasing tone, yeah megumi definitely can be a child sometimes. well mostly around you, he felt comfortable showing this new side of him whenever you're around.

your phone vibrated in your pocket causing for you to turn your attention away from him, the two of you didn't make a move staying in your current position. you pulled out your phone and opened it seeing lots of mentions, you furrow your brows at this, twitter's icon popping up as it boots open.

you heard a whistle from the door, there stands yuji, who just whistled looking at the two of you, and nobara who's wearing a knowing look at her face. both of you just looked back at them not remembering that you're still in a very intimate position,

"thought yuji's your baby?"nobara giggles behind her hand "damn y/n one at a time bae" winking while she's at it. megumi's eyes widened his ears getting red a little, the position you two are in, slowly sinking in his mind. yuji let out a fake disappointed gasp, "yeah, i thought i was your one and only?" he sniffs wiping an imaginary tear.

megumi grumbles pushing you to the side, he rolled his eyes trying to cover the way he was flustered. "you two heard of knocking?" he stands up walking to the kitchen, working on prepping snacks for his so-called 'guests'. yuji sat down next to you, moving his eyebrows up and down "megumi huh?" he said with a teasing voice.

"shut up, no." you push his face away using your hand, yuji licked your palm resulting you to pull back glaring at him. he just stuck his tongue out childishly, "why-- you brat!" you wiped your hand to his shirt while he laughed out loud.

nobara, who followed megumi at the kitchen, leaned on the counter. "sooo" she dragged the last letter staring at megumi's back, "no" he simply replied, glasses clinking as he gathers them in a tray. "i didn't even say anything yet!" she defensively replied.

"you're gonna tell me to confess" he gave her a side glance, frown on his face. "come on" she whined, "i'm telling you, you gotta move quick" she encourages really wanting for megumi to genuinely feel happiness once in his life. "confess to who?" you questioned picking a fruit from the bowl megumi's preparing.

yuji soon followed humming and picking a fruit too, not before getting a slap on the back of his hand and a hiss from megumi. yuji pouted muttering "no fair" megumi goes back to cutting the fruits shaking his head, "no one's confessing" nobara just rolled her eyes crossing her arms,

'it's gonna take longer that i thought' she told herself now looking at you feeding yuji since he can't touch the food and megumi favors you more, 'i swear he's a fuckin masochist, she's really that oblivious' she can't help but let out a sigh from the thought.

-random facts;

megumi left you on read

yuta and junpei both set a bet on whether you and yuji will get together

nobara is still trying to get megumi to confess, she's never giving up

you and yuji decided to have matching contact photos!!

as yuji said, megumi favor you most

toge's gallery basically contains memes

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#jujutsu kaisen au #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen smau #jjk smau #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #itadori x you #itadori x reader #itadori x y/n #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x y/n #okkotsu yuta #inumaki to/ge #yoshino junpei #zenin maki #kugisaki nobara #⇢-ˏˋregrets@1004 💫

[bonny-kookoo]

Lavender Love (JJK x Reader) 💐💜🔞

🦋 Pairing: Florist!Jeon Jungkook x Mute!Reader

🦋 Genre: Florist!AU, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers AU, smut

• Selective mutism : a severe anxiety disorder where a person is unable to speak in certain social situations, such as with classmates at school or to relatives they do not see very often. It usually starts during childhood and, if left untreated, can persist into adulthood.

🦋 Warnings: mentions of past trauma (no mentions of what exactly), anxiety attack, it’s not romanticized in this so it’s no ‘hero in shining armor knows what to do’ kinda thing, mentions of vomiting and overall just a very uncomfortable situation, Jungkook is actually kinda lost, mutual pining, awkward reader, very very VERY soft smut, like Jesus Christ it’s so sweet, mentions of therapy, hopeless romantic kook, he researched so much just so he can help :(, protective Kook!

🦋 Summary: words only hurt people around you, so when you meet this kind florist while picking up your friends order, you swear to yourself to never speak a word to him. He however, seems to have different plans.

(Again, I want to point out that anxiety attacks are a real thing, and hardly ever ‘just pass’. If you’re uncomfortable with these things, please skip this fic as it is a major part of the story. Everyone experiences these things differently, things depicted in this are personal experiences. If you think you have problems like this, please seek professional help. You’re not broken, you maybe just need a little hand to guide you back on track. Stay safe everyone 💕)

This is a oneshot! If you have any asks, Ideas, or drabble requests for this universe, throw them my way!

You don't remember the last word you spoke to a stranger.

It's probably hidden somewhere, and you'd find it if you really searched for it, however, you didn't really crave to be remembered about what happened afterwards. It didn't matter these days anyways.

You don't remember your school days.

Again, these memories are there, you know it. Yet you've turned them around like a picture hanging on a wall, neatly framing an incident that scarred you to the point of seemingly no return. It didn't matter these days anyways.

You pull your facemask a bit as you waited at the red light, folded paper in your hand, which was hidden in the front pocket of your sweater. People around you didn't really look at you, not caring, and you favored it greatly. You felt your fingers get clammy however, the closer you got to the corner store. Hopefully Miss Jung was there; she knew your mother, and didn't really mention your habit of silence much. Hopefully.

But the closer you got, the more you felt your skin grow cold.

That was not miss Jung.

You desperately wanted to text Yoongi, telling him that you couldn't pick up his order, but he was sick, he needed someone to do it, and you knew you could do it- you had to start somewhere. Your therapist had praised you last month so greatly, telling you how good you were getting at conversing, even if it was just through text or post it notes- it was more than you did a few years ago. But your feet slowed down, hands beginning to shake. You stood against the wall near the entrance, evening out your breathing as you tried to ground yourself again.

You could do this.

Entering the store, familiar bell ringing, you felt a bit more calm as the scent of the various flowers filled your nose. You'd often stayed under the counter when Miss Jung had been working when you were young, her presence calming to you as she didn't care about your 'issues' as others had called it. She always let you make flower crowns and tiny rings, showing you what every one of them meant, uncaring that you never answered her. She always said your smile was enough.

"Hello! How can I help you?" He asked in a friendly manner. His voice was melodic, probably nice to listen to whenever he talked away, making you slightly jealous. Your own was weak, fragile from lack of use. He smiled at you as you hesitantly walked forwards, unfolding the note Yoongi had written and placing it down in front of him, making him pick it up, reading it. "Oh? Lazy gramps can't pick them up himself?" He chuckled, and you wanted to disagree, yet you stopped the thought while it formed. "Ah, I'll get them for you, but are you sure you can carry them all yourself? There's multiple boxes, and eh-" He began, grinning before picking at his skin on his jaw. "-not to be mean but you're kinda short." He said, and your eyes widened. You shook your head, and he leaned his to the side. "No? No what?" He asked, and you began to grow uncomfortable. Your gaze shifted towards the note, pointing towards it, then at yourself, before you nodded. "I eh.." He trailed off, before he smiled encouragingly. "Ah, you're shy? Don't be, I don't bite!" He playfully said, and you could feel the tears prick at the backs of your eyes.

It was unfair really. You wished you could be more open, tell him all you wanted to say, be just as confident as he was being- yet here you were, confusing the guy to no ends just because you couldn't open your mouth. It was pathetic, really, and before you knew you felt the tears gather. You were growing frustrated, hands growing clammy as you tightened them into fists, breathing becoming uneven as you desperately tried to calm yourself. "Ah- you're okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He tried, hand on your shoulder not helping one bit. He was now confused, maybe even scared, and it was your fault. Why were you being so difficult? Why couldn't you just tell him like every other normal person could? Oh yeah, because you weren't. You were absolutely fucked up, useless for society, not even able to work a proper job-

"Y/N?" The voice sounded dull, as if someone held their hands over your ears, the rushing of your own blood drowning out everything else as your hands and feet became rigid, frozen in place by the overflow of oxygen. "Jungkook dear, please give her space- Y/N sweetheart, can you hear me?" You knew she was talking, but her voice wasn't reaching you at all as the tears fell, sobs wrenching your gut to the point of feeling sick. "Oh sweetheart, come on, quick-" She hurried, unnoticed by you helping your locked body outside through the backdoor with Jungkooks help, who had a worried look on his face as he watched the scene unfold. "Jungkook dear, can you get me a bucket real quick?" He nodded, dashing off to clumsily get a small water bucket, cursing as he knocks down several others, glad that there wasn't another costumer. He got back just in time for Miss Jung to manage to hold the purple plastic container underneath your face as your body shook, bringing back up whatever you'd eaten in its absolute frenzy. "Shh, its okay.." She hummed, before addressing the boy again. "Can you cut some lavender please? A branch should be enough." She asked, as he nodded again, eyes barely leaving your figure. Was that his fault? What did he do wrong? "Jungkook." Miss Jung said to knock him back to reality, as he nodded, walking towards the several flowers as he took out the gardening scissors from his apron, cutting two small branches instead of one for good measure.

When he walked back outside the backdoor, you'd already laid on your side, Miss Jung carefully running her hand over your back as you seemed to still have issues breathing properly, sobs still present as you choked on air. He wordlessly gave his boss what she'd asked for, as he watched her rub the flowers between her hands, the scent filling your nose slowly. It helped after a moment, slowly calming your senses back down, exchanging your now returning sense of hearing and vision with a raging headache. "I'm so sorry I-" He began, but miss Jung sent him a look, shaking her head. She'd just managed to bring you back, she didn't need to throw you back into the circle again.

"Jungkook, can you go help the costumers please?" She asked as she heard the bell, and he hesitantly nodded, before returning.

Well, this ended well.

The next day, Yoongi had you by his side as he stepped inside the flower shop. "Hel- Ah! You!" Jungkook exclaimed, making you shrink in on yourself, readying yourself for whatever he had to say. Yoongi however, voice raspy from his cold, cut him off.

"Yah you idiot, can you ever just do what you're told?" He exclaimed, as Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, fluffy hair falling a bit to the side from the movement. "You got my shit?" He asked, and you gently pulled at his sleeve, a sign that he should at least stop cursing. "Sorry." He mumbled down to you as Jungkook watched the silent exchange with interest. Yoongi coughed, snapping the younger boy back to his senses as he walked to the back, coming back with two boxes. "Thanks." Yoongi simply answered, holding both boxes even though he could see the question in your eyes. You both got ready to leave, as Jungkook stopped you.

"Wait!" He said, rummaging around underneath the counter before he pulled out a tiny envelope, wrapped with a purple ribbon, holding it out to you. "As uhm.. a sorry. For yesterday. I didn't know." He offered, and you took it, nodding. So now he knew. Great. He simply waved, as Yoongi bumped you with his elbow, signaling you to go.

In the car, the older boy suddenly sniffed. "Did he pack the wrong flowers or why does it smell so much like lavender?" He asked, and you shrugged, before remembering the gift. Opening the ribbon, you found a small sheer bag, dried seeds of lavender inside, as well as a note.

'Miss Jung said, writing is easier. So if I didn't screw up yesterday, text me? :) '

"That fucker!" Yoongi laughed before coughing again, making you smile a bit. What exactly was that supposed to mean?

It meant exactly what he said. He genuinely started to reach out to you after you'd texted him your number, sending you random pictures of bouquets he did during the day, of scenery he encountered on his way to or off work, memes, or simply asking you how your day was. He slowly found out more and more about you, never really asking why you didn't speak- because the more he began to unravel your personality, the less he cared about that. He found out that you liked sports, you played in a soccer team, and worked as an online tech support from home. He thought of it as absolutely the coolest thing ever, even asking to see a game of yours if you'd let him.

Which had led to this moment.

Jungkook was sitting down, several girls side-eyeing him as they wondered why he was there. His dark attire and several piercings, as well as the ink painting his arm that he'd exposed due to the heat as he'd rolled up the sleeves of his sweater completely covering up the fact that he actually worked with delicate things such as tiny flowers, able to make the best flower crowns of all time. He denied their request to sit with them, texting you instead that he was there, and where he sat. He watched as you read his message before looking up, finding him as he grinned, waving. You meekly waved back, shy smile on your lips as he heard the whispers from his side. He gave them a look to shut them up, before leaning forward, eager to see you in action.

He was mesmerized as he saw you run, every step you took seemingly perfectly timed and placed. You were the shortest one out of your team, but that did not put you at a disadvantage at all it seemed; you ducked under another player trying to push you almost expertly, making him jump up and push his fist into the air in victory as you scored.

When you were done with your game, he'd already walked down the stairs, meeting you as you smiled at his figure, a bit taken aback by his choice of clothing. He always made sure to cover up his tattoos in the flowershop, Miss Jung not too fond of him scaring away costumers who had a more traditional view on things. He held up his hand before lowering it a bit for you to properly hit it in a high five, internally beaming at the fact that you'd slowly grown more comfortable with him. He carried your bag for you, shaking away his stray strands of hair that had fallen into his face from the slight wind. "Ah, here." He remembered, giving you your facemask back, remembering that you always liked to wear it so people thought you were maybe sick and just didn't talk because of that. But after months with him; you didn't need it anymore. So you simply took it from him, putting it into your pocket. His eyes widened a bit but he smiled afterwards, actually growing a bit shy.

And he almost tripped over his own feet as he felt your tiny hand grab his to hold.

"Oh Y/N! Jungkook is already changing. He said you're both going on a date?" Miss Jung winked at you, making you look down shyly, fingers pulling at the hem of your skirt a bit as you nodded. He'd asked you out a few days ago, immediately replying that you could also just stay at his or your place, and that you didn't have to go out. You'd thanked him for it, and you both decided to simply get a shit ton of junk food to take home to his place, planning on watching a short movie and maybe playing some video games after. "I'm happy. He's a good guy, but don't tell him I said that, his ego is too inflated already, that poor boy!" She hummed, as Jungkook whined from behind her.

"Yah, my ego isn't inflated at all, what are you saying?!" He said while pouting, making you chuckle a but under your breath. He smiled, walking up to you as he waved at miss Jung. "Thanks for closing the shop, we'll be on our way then!" He exclaimed, and she just nodded, smile genuine on her lips.

"So!" He said, stretching his arms above his head before he took your hand, walking across the street with you as he led you both to a fast food place close by. "I thought about The Cat Returns tonight?" He asked, and you nodded, happy with his choice. Against the stigma floating around him judged by his attire and collections of tattoos and piercings, Jungkook was actually a huge fan of Studio Ghibli and everything romantic. He was a bit cheesy, but you'd grown to appreciate it- maybe even love it. The more you both conversed and spend time together, the closer you felt yourself getting with him- without forcing yourself to. It just came natural with him, the hand holding not making you feel weird or as if people were staring, his jacket around your shoulders never feeling heavy. Being close to him was comforting, hearing his voice was soothing, being with him was.. like your personal stack of lavender, always ready to calm your nerves.

So when you were walking to his place, apartment still a bit foreign to you since you'd only visited him a handful of times, you didn't feel any pressure. You simply took off your shoes, immediately greeting his two pet rabbits in his living room, crouching down to pet them. "I feel like you only love me for my pets." He explained playfully scandalized, making you grin as you continued to run your hand over the soft fur.

"Alright!" He'd exclaimed as everything was set on the table, his arms on the back of his couch. "Will you stay with them or actually sit down with me? I'm getting lonely." He whined, and you rolled your eyes before you skipped to the couch, stumbling a bit as he chuckled, catching you as you almost fell onto his lap. "Easy there tiger, and here I thought you wanted to take things slow." He laughed, voice low as he turned on the movie, very aware of the blush coating your cheeks.

It started to cover his own soon as well however, as you slowly but surely started to cuddle up to him.

A kiss was what started it. One, then two, and the third deepened the feeling of want. You thought you'd feel pressured, hesitant, shy, or maybe even scared- but you didn't. This was Jungkook. And Jungkook was your safe place.

"Wait.." He hesitantly said, eyes almost shut in a way as if he was hurt, holding your shoulders as he looked at you. "I- I'm sorry, I don't know what came over myself there.." He chuckled, shifting a bit as he suddenly pulled on his sweater to hide his growing erection. He'd never been ashamed of it in the past, but now, it seemed out of place. It felt as if it made him look like he couldn't wait, as if he was impatient, or taking advantage of the situation. You simply took the receipt of the food, turning it around as you clicked the ballpoint pen on his table, writing.

'It's okay. I want to.'

His eyes widened as he got more serious. "You don't have to. I can totally wait." He said, a gentle smile on his lips as he watched you write another line.

'There's no one I'd rather go this far with.'

His heart began to beat heavier, if that made sense. It felt as if every beat was suddenly more meaningful, louder, more present than ever, as he watched you write.

'I'm yours.'

You gently laid the pen down, now looking at him as he smiled, kissing your lips again deeply as the thunderstorm outside raged on, lightning brightening the room for a second as he couldn't seem to stop kissing you. "Thank you." He hummed, before diving in again. "Thank you." He said again, before made you sit on his lap, straddling him as he chuckled in bliss. "I promise I'll take good care of you." He vowed as you'd closed your eyes, simply giving yourself to him as his hands held you safely. "Now, and forever." He whispered, before he stood up, strong arms underneath your bottom as he carried you out of the living room, into his dark bedroom that only occasionally lit up from the lightning outside. The rain hit the window harshly, yet he didn't seem to hear it at all as he let you fall on the mattress back first, chuckling as he almost fell on top of you, making you giggle.

The sound prominent in his ears as he swore he could've cried.

"You sound so beautiful." He hummed against your neck, his words never wiping the smile off of your face as he moved you to lay down properly, clothes slowly loosing purpose as every item slowly met the floor with a soft thud. He praised every curve, every flaw you saw in yourself as he closed his eyes in pure bliss, no need for visual confirmation to know that you were perfect to him. For the first time in forever you felt free, completely safe and guarded as he moved above you, silent gasps and sighs the only thing present as he stood up for a moment, having to search for a condom before he met you on the bed again, giggling like school kids caught doing mischief as he struggled to open the package, making you laugh at him.

He decided he loved that sound.

If someone was to ask him what he thought your voice sounded like, his first reply would genuinely be that he did not care. It wasn't mandatory in what you both had, he'd learned that over the months and months he'd spent with you. Words surely made communication a bit simpler, but he didn't need them to show you his love and adoration for you. It proved his worth way better than words ever could.

Wrapping the safety over his length he kissed you again, seemingly hooked on the simple gesture as he held himself with one hand, the other one guiding him into you, slowly, as to not make it hurt.

He'd never hurt you.

He didn't rush, there was no need to. This wasn't about reaching a goal, a high, or any end of some sorts. He simply relished in being close to you, in the huge amount of trust you gave him willingly, naturally. He felt honored, as cheesy as it sounded, he felt as if there was no bigger achievement in his life than knowing that you gave yourself into his arms simply because you cherished him just as much as he did you. He held you tightly against him as he slowly moved, pace slow and almost lazy as you slightly squirmed and reached around his shoulders, holding him close as well, both of you existing, nothing more.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you, maybe it was the high of his own happiness in knowing that he held your heart, but he soon felt himself grow sensitive, hand reaching between your bodies to roll your pear between his inked fingers, making you mewl underneath him.

He decided he loved that sound as well.

Your back arched as you came undone underneath him, clenching center helping his own release to happen shortly after. He gasped out, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours, suddenly laughing as if he was drunk. And he kind of was; drunk on the realization that this had indeed happened, that he actually was here, holding you, having you all for himself. He slipped out of you after a moment, pulling the condom off of himself as he tied it and threw it into the bin close to his bed, before slipping underneath his blankets, holding you close, sighing in gentle comfort as no words were spoken. Until you moved a bit, lips close to his ear, as you whispered.

"I love you."

And he decided, he loved that sound most of them all.

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[peppersonironi]

Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype Chapter Three

Wooo! Chapter Two (not including the prologue) is up now for my @dukethomasbigbang fic! Today's art is by @a-sketchy-character and you can find the glorious piece HERE

thx again to my betas @queerbutstillhere & @theycallme-ook

Today has a special thanks to @batgirls-appreciation who dropped out as a beta, but this chapter couldn't exist without her!

Summary:

Duke pursed his lips, not quite sure why Cass had come down to the basement, only to look into his soul, shrug, and leave. But that didn’t matter right now. As Bruce would say, “The mission comes first.”

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Duke frowned down at his empty pad of paper, trying to brainstorm. It had been a mere twelve hours since the failed Rick Roll (though, the Rick Roll itself wasn’t a fail. Duke would be daydreaming about the chaos for years to come), and the day shift bat was itching for a way to make up for it.

Alas, the creative juices were not flowing that day. Duke had tried everything - taking a walk, training, meditation, writer’s sprint, and even resorting to watching prank compilations on YouTube. But nothing worked. So, he found himself watching the target Bat - Bruce - in his “natural habitat.”

Also known as the living room, mid lecture.

“But I don’t know what I did!” Tim pleaded desperately, trying to convey to Bruce his confusion.

Bruce shook his head. “No, you do, Tim. Dick told me you all will appeal to my affection to get out of the consequences for your actions -” wow, Duke remembered Dick using that exact tactic just yesterday, and it worked - “So I will not allow you to shirk the punishment.”

Tim groaned. “This is tyranny! I’m an emancipated minor, I don’t need to deal with this.”

“Actually, yes you do. You will be doing chores for Alfred for the next two weeks, and you aren’t allowed to run off to Mount Justice.”

“Then at least tell me what I did wrong!” Tim cried, throwing his hands up in the air. Bruce rubbed his temples, then glanced briefly at Duke.

“You know what you did, and how it affected those around you. And you’re grounded because of it. No room for arguments. Now go work on the sprinklers, Alfred has mentioned they’ve been finicky.”

Tim scoffed and stalked out, soon after followed by Bruce.

Duke considered relocating as well - he couldn’t very well observe Bruce if said wild furry wasn’t present. But something about that conversation that sent a light shiver up Duke’s spine, some small spark of inspiration.

An idea began to form in his mind, and Duke smiled slowly.

*****

“For all Bruce’s waxing poetic on the merits of high tech stuff, this pipe organization is seriously ancient,” Duke muttered under his breath as he glanced from the blueprints he had secured to the mess of pipes and spigots and nozzles in front of him.

Though to be fair, this wasn’t the Batcave. Duke was in the basement of Wayne Manor - yes, he was just as surprised to find they actually had one of those that wasn’t dedicated to the dark and mystique training of Gotham’s Protectors. And impromptu Mario Kart challenges, because as Tim had once told Duke “We all know that’s the real reason Bruce got a giant computer setup.”

Duke cursed softly under his breath when he dropped a wrench that began to clang around in the messy cage of metal. He set the blueprints aside atop the gallons of paint he had chosen, and reached around and down to get the wrench. When he came back up, he found himself face to face with his sister Cassandra.

Oh shit, Duke thought, as he tried to figure out how to cover for what he was doing in the plumbing of the Manor.

Cass squinted at him and, not for the first time, Duke felt like he was an onion trapped beneath her gaze, slowly being peeled back layer by layer till the young woman before him knew every little detail about him. Every thought or plan he ever had.

Duke began to sweat, unable to keep his panic under wraps. Cass was scarier than Bruce, that was just a fact.

Cass tilted her head a fraction of an inch, and Duke thought he was a dead man. But, much to his relief and confusion, Cass shrugged and turned. She walked lightheartedly out of the basement and to the stairs, whistling tunelessly as she went.

Duke pursed his lips, not quite sure why Cass had come down to the basement, only to look into his soul, shrug, and leave.

But that didn’t matter right now. As Bruce would say, “The mission comes first.”

*****

As all members of the Wayne family knew, the Library was one of the best places, period. Aside from the living room which was always a mess of pillows, bean bags, inflatable dinosaurs, spare semi-automatic weaponry and knives, the Library was the most personal room in the expansive home that was the Manor. Sure, it was cleaner and home to fewer surprise nerf gun fights, but It still had an air of warmth about it. It was the place that they would go to to rest after a difficult patrol. Where you could find Jason reading some book in a corner, Tim busy with WE work at the large table, Damian trying to teach Alfred the Cat and Titus to read picture books, Cass and Steph trying to be subtle about making out (though to be fair that was only half the time, other times Cass was working on reading with Steph helpfully giving her guidance). Dick would always be trying to decide what to read and but he would never actually succeed, Bruce would sit in his tall armchair in the corner overlooking every small detail of his children with a not-quick-smile-but-pretty-darn-close on his face.

Duke himself also had his own spot that he would work on writing poetry, or just surf Tumblr. It was a window seat at the far side of the library which was technically big enough for three people, but Duke had a strict policy that it was his and his alone and no he totally wasn’t bullied by Cass that one time to snuggle. Why on Earth would you ever consider such a thing?

It was in this spot now that Duke was situated, though he was not alone. Titus - yes, Damian’s dog - was draped across his lap. Now, Duke didn’t mean to steal his little brother’s pets, but it just happened. Titus was in need of snuggles or belly rubs when Damian was away with Jon or on patrol at night, and Duke just happened to be the only one that said canine could bully into granting him.

Thankfully, like all bats were, Duke was a multi-tasker. He wasn’t put off by having to scratch a dog behind the ears whilst simultaneously checking the twelve blinking dots on his laptop screen that represented his family members.

Duke stared intensely at the diagram of the Manor as all the dots slowed down and finally stayed in their predetermined positions. Huh, Tim was right. Stalking family members did pay off!

The dots suddenly stopped blinking, and Duke snapped out of his self congratulations. It was go time . He switched windows, then quickly pulled out his phone and pressed a button.

There were several screams that echoed throughout the ancient halls, those screams spoke of terror and surprise, and passed along the message that something was very, very wrong in the world. The status quo had been broken, and there was no returning from this.

Duke smirked down at his computer, where a dozen different squares displayed camera footage of the real time happenings of the Manor. Said footage was showing several members of Duke’s family drenched in paint. The same paint that Duke had meticulously divided and poured into the ceiling sprinkling system that the Manor had for some totally-not-plot-related reason. The same paint which had been primed and ready to be sprayed out of the spigots coating each bat with the perfectly calculated, even layer.

The paint had just finished being deployed, and yet several people were for some reason trying to fight it off like it was an attacker. Duke noticed that the swinging of bo staffs, AK-47’s and katanas were altogether unsuccessful. Honestly, the people who were standing completely still in shock, or who were trying to shake off the paint were having much better luck.

But then everyone finally realised that they weren’t being sprayed anymore, and a collective sigh spread out across the Manor. The onslaught was done, and they could finally gather together and grab the pitchforks to hunt down the responsible party.

It was then that the glitter was deployed.

The chaos immediately multiplied tenfold, and the screams sounded up again. The air was filled with the sparkly dust that was way too thin to swat away. (No, Duke totally didn’t spend extra time researching to find the world’s finest glitter)

Duke was outright laughing at this point, so hard that he almost fell off the window seat. Titus barked suddenly, and Duke sobered enough to get back upright and watch the finishing up of the chaos. He had to admit, this felt wonderful. If he had to describe his current state of thrill in two words, he would have admitted that he felt altogether too close to the Hellmo Meme.

Unfortunately, Duke was not Stephanie, and ran out of glitter eventually. The vents stopped blasting the film of fairy dust, and the bats were given a reprieve.

Though the break was short lived, as just then, Bruce’s loud bellow sounded throughout the giant house.

“ALL OF YOU GET IN HERE!”

Duke chuckled as he scooched Titus over and set his laptop to the side so he could get up. This was all working perfectly! He’d arrive at Bruce's interrogation completely free from all paint or glitter, which would immediately prove his guilt. And if that didn’t work, then he supposed he could outright confess. But that wasn’t the point of this. The point was for Bruce to come to the conclusion on his own.

He walked down the hall, completely carefree. So happy and confident in his own abilities that he never even noticed that Cassandra’s paint or glitter didn’t go off. That she wasn’t even present where the tracker he had subtly placed on her earlier that day said she was.

*****

Duke hummed to himself as he skipped along the carpet, past the antique vases and random finger paintings, past the drawing rooms and bathrooms, and towards Bruce. All was quiet.

Though that began to trouble Duke, as he got closer to one of the rooms which was very special. It was where Cass had been situated, playing with Selina’s cat Isis, for the past hour. Now, Cassandra was quiet, sure. But not that quiet. And besides, wouldn’t the cat be screeching right about now? Cass didn’t seem like the person to give a nerve hit to an animal just because it was being loud ( cough Jason cough ).

He slowly entered the room and looked around, but was surprised to find it completely empty. Not just of girl and cat, but of paint and glitter too.

“You were mistaken.”

Duke whirled around to find Cass sitting in an armchair, wrapped in shadows, and stroking Isis in a manner not altogether different from that of an Evil Mastermind™.

“Uh…” Duke replied, “about what?”

Cass smirked, and Duke felt a shiver run up his spine. “Actions have consequences. ”

Duke frowned. Wait, what? He glanced around again, trying to figure out what Cass meant. On a surface level he understood, but there was something about the way Cass was eyeing him that told him something else was up.

The only thing he could find that was out of the ordinary, however, was the camera he had placed just yesterday. Huh, now that he thought about it, he was at just the right angle to see it. Which meant he was in direct view of the camera itself. Pretty darn to close to where he had been planning Cass would stand, actually.

Then a faint spitting noise came from above him.

Oh.

*****

Duke trudged forlornly into the room where the rest of the bats - except Cassandra, who had disappeared after the glitter had deployed onto Duke - had gathered. He was one of the last to arrive, muttering curses under his breath, so all eyes were on him as he opened the door and joined them.

Though that also meant that Duke could see them. He had to admit, that as disappointed as he was, it was still hard to keep a grin from spreading across his face. Boy, he had done a great job with color coordination, hadn’t he?

Bruce was front and center, covered in a dark gray paint which had the sheen of yellow glitter. Dick had black paint completely covering him (much more than Duke planned. Did Dick roll in the stuff?) along with blue glitter. Jason had both red paint and glitter on him. Tim had started off with a lighter colored paint - this time red - and then the look was finished by black glitter. Damian looked like a small Christmas tree in his green paint and red glitter. Harper had blue paint then covered in purple glitter, both of which were the exact shades of her hair. Duke wasn’t a monster ; he knew how to match colors.

The cousins - both honorary and actually - had also been present. Bette had been appropriately targeted with a flaming orange and gold combination. Kate had black paint and, instead of red, Duke had picked a rainbow glitter for her. From the slight glint in her eye, Duke supposed he had chosen correctly. Jean-Paul had been doused in yellow paint and red glitter, and he honestly looked like a very large and human shaped version of his sword. Luke was covered in silver paint and an electric blue glitter.

Bruce, however, didn’t give Duke a second glance, covered in yellow paint and black glitter (which had been meant for Cass, but honestly, it fit Duke quite well), though he was.

“Good, now we just have to wait for Steph,” Tim remarked, rolling his eyes.

Duke frowned. “What about Cass? She’s here too.”

Everyone gave Duke a weird look. “Uh, no she isn’t. She’s been hanging out with Selina and Babs all weekend.”

“Then your intel is wrong,” Duke countered. “She was just here! I planned on her being here!”

The silence in the room was palpable. Before, where there had been bickering and accusations, the quiet had taken over. Everyone stared at Duke with suspicion in their eyes.

Finally, Duke thought, sighing in relief.

Bruce opened his mouth about to question Duke’s statement when the doors to the room banged open.

“What’s up, Bitches? The Waffle Queen has arrived and looks as fabulous as ever!”

Duke stared, completely amazed that she actually seemed to like the purple on purple combo Duke had picked for her. Oh, yeah, now that he thought about it made perfect sense that Steph was the only one to like this.

“Wow, whoever did this really got my colors right!" Steph continued as she waltzed in and posed in front of everyone, her hip cocked and arm thrown up dramatically.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, and he began to growl at her. “This is not funny.”

Steph pouted. “What do you mean? I sure think it is!”

Oh boy, she didn’t notice she was digging her own grave, did she? From the looks of the other bats, they shared Duke’s sentiment.

“Stephanie Brown, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Stephanie smirked. “Yup! I look way better than you, you old fur- hey wait! Are you blaming me ?!”

Bruce glared even harder, and Stephanie started to protest, claiming that she was but an innocent victim of these pain-filled proceedings! It was not her fault! Nor was it her fault that she happened to get colors that she liked better than everyone else.

Bruce refused to hear what she said, and told her to go get changed. “You will be cleaning up this whole mess, and no patrolling until it’s done.”

Bruce turned and stalked out, and Steph was left speechless - for once - in the hall. She backed away, seeing the angry stares from the others. The only one who didn’t seem mad at her, was Duke himself. He opened his eyes wide, conveying pity. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed silently.

Instead of being reassuring, however, Steph squinted in suspicion. Oh shit, that probably hadn’t been the best move.

Just moments after Steph left, Jason threw up his hands. “Okay, who wants to have a water gun fight to clean off?”

There were several cheers of assent, but Duke quickly made his own escape at that time. He honestly wasn’t in the mood to get splashed in the face with water. Now was not the time for fun, as the failed prank still hung over him.

Now was the time for plotting.

*****

“Okay, but why on earth do you have a fully functioning sprinkler system in every room?”

“Yeah, Bruce, even for you that’s paranoid! What caused you to think that was necessary?”

“You.”

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[samwrights]

Pining After You pt. 2 [hc]

Anon requested a part 2 to Pining After You featuring Tendou, Iwa, and Bokuto 😍😍😍 this one has slightly mature themes so please read with caution!

Tendou;

Tendou must have some ridiculous masochistic side to be so ridiculously head over heels for you.

Which he totally does but we ain’t here for kinks.

Being Tendou’s best friend was really easy for you, even if no one else really wanted to be, he was funny and kind and you really didn’t mind his quirks and oddities.

For the last three years, he was practically glued to your hip. He’d walk you to class, platonically holding your hand before telling you that he would see you at lunch or be back to walk you home from school.

Literally everyone in the third year, and probably second as well, knew that Tendou loved you. Like hardcore in love with you.

He knew the basics like what your favorite color was, your favorite foods, movies you loved. He also knew your fears, and declared to try to protect you from them, even if they weren’t fears in which he could do that.

Tendou even knew more intimate details, like how you preferred to hold hands with your right one or that you always needed a blanket over your feet when the two of you cuddled up and watched a movie together.

Homework and study dates were surprisingly your guys’ thing. Whenever you felt the need to get out of the house, a trip to a local coffee shop was a must—Tendou knows your order by heart. No matter how complicated it may be.

Dinner dates were also a big favorite for the both of you. Being in high school, it was hard to afford the finer things in life, but when you could splurge on a nice meal, you and Tendou were all for it. Complete with purposely ordering different meals so you could share with the other.

Literally, all of Shiratorizawa was confused as to how you two weren’t already dating???

“It’s platonic, and it’s rather cute.” Was always Tendou’s response.

“No, you idiot, it’s one sided.” Probably Semi Semi said this, but everyone has said some variation of it.

When it came to asking you about this relationship, you were so goddamn oblivious you swore that even Ushiwaka wanted to ram his head into a wall for Tendou’s sake.

“What do you mean we’re dating?? He doesn’t like me like that?? He’s always held my hand and walked me to class since the first time we ever talked??”

💀💀💀 RIP TENDOU.

Poor boy laid it on so thick that you literally couldn’t even tell.

Y’all were a lost cause.

N e ways, the two of you are walking home from one of your dinner dates on a Saturday night, holding hands and shit.

Tendou, in a very Tendou Satori fashion, stops everything he’s doing, letting go of you when he knows that you aren’t walking forward without him.

“We graduate next week.” His voice is kinda off, no bubbly chirp or teasing drawl.

“I know, Satori, we’re in the same year ya dork.”

“And we’re going to be going away to Uni.” Okay, Tendou playing captain obvious? Weird.

“Tendou, we’re going to the same university, we decided this two years ago.” The collective pronoun sends a pang through his heart and, whether it was out of love or pain, he was unsure.

He had never been so unsure of anything in his life. Not loving you, no. He would never regret that.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

ASDFHGKSLWNTI.

Despite all of your intimate moments, Tendou never put his lips anywhere near you, a vow you never knew he made to himself. He couldn’t—not without agreeing to throw himself off the deep end.

“Wait, what?” Instead of asking the question again, Tendou takes a step closer to you, closing the gap by wrapping his arms around your waist. You respond by reaching up on your tiptoes and holding his cheeks in the palm of your hands.

“I’ve always loved you.”

Iwaizumi;

My baby Iwa!! I’m gonna destroy him :-)

He questions himself every single day, how and why the fuck he fell in love with someone on the “meme team”.

The meme team being you, Makki, and Mattsun.

By second year, the three of you were so tight knit, it was natural that you would always be at their practices and matches.

Everybody thought you were dating one or both of them because of how protective they were of you.

You were an absolute joker. Sarcastic, dirty, walking troller—he has no idea how his crush even started.

Yes he does. It started with jokes during second year, when he overheard you saying that if Makki got a service ace during practice you’d suck his dick.

You were joking, your friends knew you were joking, but Iwaizumi went home that evening, wondering if you had followed through with it and couldn’t help but be jealous.

This went on for nearly everyday for a year, slowly killing him on the inside. The laughter that bubbled past your lips when you were with them, the way you would smile in pride when they scored a point. His favorite was when your friends would pick you up and carry you chest to chest when they won a match, parading you around with your ass juttng out just a little bit as your legs wrapped around their torso.

Why couldn’t he be the one carrying you? The reason you were smiling and laughing? He hated that he wanted to be the reason.

One particular practice, Iwaizumi had enough of it. His game was off entirely—every spike he made was either out of bounds or blocked by his teammates.

One of his spikes accidentally hit you in the face.

ASKLRNGKFOHMYGODHEHITYOUINTHEFACE.

Immediately, he rushed over to your side, his face redder than a cherry as he stuttered out an apology. “I am so sorry, are you—“

But you were laughing. That angelic, chime of a harp that was your laughter slowly transitioned into a bellowing guffaws. Why were you laughing?! Your nose was bleeding! “If you wanted to talk to me so bad, you could have done literally anything but that.”

Makki and Mattsun are in the background howling like hyenas.

Ever the gentleman he was, Iwaizumi walks you towards the athletic trainers office, trying to ignore what you had said to him moments ago. But you weren’t gonna let it go, hell no.

“An unforgettable first date.” You tried again, knowing full well your fellow third year was always staring and gawking at you. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

“This isn’t a time for jokes, your nose could be broken.” But Iwaizumi was loving the attention right now. Although, he couldn’t help but feel that you were treating him the same way you treated your friends, causing his envy to rise again.

“It’s only fair. I broke your heart, you break my nose.”

“What???” 💀💀💀

“Bro, you’re so obvious. Good to know our plan to make you jealous worked.” It. Was. PlaNED?! Iwaizumi was a murky, muddled mess of emotions—angry, jealous, embarrassed were only a few he could name off hand.

“So you knew.”

“You’re not exactly subtle, baby.” The pet name succeeds in flustering Iwaizumi even more, even as the two of you sat in the trainer’s office with an ice pack over your nose.

“So why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I wanted to tease you.” The salacious grin on your lips doesn’t go past him this time.

“I’ll show you teasing.”

Bokuto;

Bokuto weakness #38: you.

This particular weakness, Akaashi noticed, sent Bokuto through a wave of emotions, rather than immediately switching into his emo mode. Perhaps he would never understand it, but he was still able to discern which part of the wave Bokuto was in.

If his sole focus on you, Bokuto would be overwhelmingly touchy no matter who he was in contact with. Unfortunately for the setter, that usually meant him but he was used to it by now.

From what Akaashi could gather, it was because all he wanted was to physically touch you in some way, shape, or form and he had no way of doing so, so he settled on touching everybody else.

He would start getting loud—louder than normal, louder than thunder. Perhaps Bokuto thought that his volume would somehow transcend other noises in the vicinity and make you hear him, wherever you were. Didn’t matter if he was in the classroom or at the gym, he wanted to be heard.

When he decided that you didn’t, Bokuto’s emo side would come out. His mind would begin to spiral, thinking of how he would never have a chance with you and he was forever cursed to never have you by his side. Unfortunately, Akaashi could only fix this during matches, as you were present as a member of the cheerleading squad.

“Bokuto, she’s watching you.” Whether you actually were or not didn’t matter, because Bokuto would immediately bring his A game. He could never look to see if you were, because he was afraid that would make his feelings obvious for you.

It was when Akaashi wasn’t there that served to be the problem, as nobody could stop his spiraling.

It came as no surprise to him that he developed a crush on you. You were happy, upbeat, and didn’t have a mean bone in your body. Everyone else thought it was just because you were a cheerleader, but Bokuto wasn’t shallow.

It was your kindness that drew him in like the warmth and glow of a candle, or like having a hot chocolate on a cold, winter evening. Bokuto wanted that warmth in his life. But he also knew it was an unattainable dream since he didn’t even know how to strike up a conversation with you.

It wasn’t until the Fukurodani sports awards ceremony that was held at the end of the year to commemorate and celebrate all of the school teams that he had even been closer than 10 feet to you.

The event was held every year as a send off to the third year captains, with the cheerleaders walking, arms linked at the elbow, with each captain to present them to the school in addition to the celebration of their achievements. In every cheerleaders free arm was a bouquet of flowers that they were to give to their respective partners.

You just so happened to be paired up with Bokuto.

He swears up and down that his heart stopped multiple times that night, or he thought the entire event was a figment of his imagination.

“Being presented by second year cheer squad member, [lastname] [name], is captain of the Fukurodani Volleyball Club, Bokuto Koutarou!” He deadass didn’t know you were only a second year

The smile you gave when everybody began clapping for him made Bokuto melt. Like a proud girlfriend.

“Congratulations, Bokuto.” You handed him the bouquet while the two of you were still on the stage, the principal listing off the volleyball team’s accomplishments.

He couldn’t stop the word vomit from coming you.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He didn’t know how to start a normal conversation, so he just skipped straight to the point. By now, the principal’s announcements had stopped, the venue had gone quiet, and everybody in the room had heard Bokuto’s question.

...

The silence was deafening and all he wanted to do was bury his head in the nearest trash can. Why why WHY DID HE JUST SAY THAT—

“Pick me up at 8 on Saturday?” The volleyball team, his team, began slow clapping until every sports team had joined in with various screams of support coming from voices he wasn’t familiar with.

Unsure of what to do with himself, he started poking your cheek. “Is this real life or am I dreaming?”

You could only laugh before dragging him off the stage so the principal could continue with the ceremony. “It’s very real, Bokuto.” The warmth that he was desperate to feel suddenly filled his chest like hot wax.

“I didn’t think you even knew I existed.” He blurts out.

“What, you think it’s a coincidence that I was your partner for tonight?”

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[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Price for Flight

Summary: Modern! Au! After a brief accident in bumping into him, reader and Taishiro became friends, then he left to his home country in Osaka, Japan, but not before they exchanged phone numbers and mailing addresses. Cue shared memories, laughs, and pining from an international distance from high school, to college, and after.

Notes: Guess who’s been listening to Sister Christian by NightRanger, and had the idea of international friendship/crushes with each sharing gifts, knowledge, and videos of events from each one’s respective country? Wanted to start off with a fluffy fic for Fluff November.  

Warnings in the fic: a little bit of blood in the beginning, curse words, and there will be a 2nd chapter, but it’ll have smut in it, so if you want just fluff, you can read this chapter as is.

Disclaimer: I have the Big Dumb, and so my writing is used to sculpt real life cities, countries, and traditions for pure fictional purposes. Everything isn't lined to a T with my limited knowledge.

“I’m so sorry!” You found yourself shouting out loud. It was an accident. You had a vase of reddish yellow rose buds that you’ve just recently cut within the school’s garden. Walking down the hallway to place them in your classroom’s window, you tripped. It wasn’t like you planned on tripping, who could have known that tiny rocks could do that?

What made matters worse, you tripped into somebody, spilling water and crushing rose petals onto the poor student who hastily caught you.

“Are you alright?!”

“I’m so sorry!”

Came out from the both of you at the same time. Your face was red with embarrassment, trying your best not to inwardly wail. It was the cute student from Japan, Taishiro Toyomitsu, you recalled. Although you had trouble with pronouncing his name, you tried your best to learn it out of respect.

He was pudgy, and had a Japanese accent mixed in with an odd southern accent, and all around, you couldn’t help but think that he was a little cute. Sure he was new, and your friends found him to be a little weird, but he was always nice and polite, and insisted on everybody call him “Tai-chan”. Now, you were leaning up against him, fingers bloody from the thorns cutting into you, and the both of you fussing over one another.

“You’re bleedin’!”

“There’s blood on your shirt! I’m so sorry!”

The two of you stared at each other, both embarrassed and apologetic.

“Please let me take you to the infirmary?” He broke the silence as the blood from your little cuts smeared into his uniform.

“Okay.” You gave in, tucking your hand into your shirt as you set the vase down out of the way. You’ll make sure to clean it up, later. ……

You honestly felt bad. He had a dirty and wet uniform on, because of your clumsiness. Luckily, the nurse patched up your hand, and he called his mother, speaking fluent Japanese while you stared, impressed. The nurse had the two of you wait while his mom dropped off his clothes, and she telling the janitor and teacher of what happened to you.  

“That’s super cool!” You blurted out truthfully when he was done. His face reddened a bit, as if embarrassed. Of course you knew why. Some of your classmates are jerks, and he stood out like a sitting duck, waiting to get bullied. You didn’t see him get picked on, but you knew that he was. Kids are mean, and gossip spreads.

“Ya think so?” He asked. You nodded without hesitation.

“I’m not the only one, though.” Passing the time, you told him that several students were impressed, and he shouldn’t listen to vulturous children. You were a kid, and unsure on how good your advice was, but he seemed to brighten up. It was too soon for you to leave and go to class, but you had too.

“Ya wanna hang out, after school?”

“Yeah!”

You replied quickly after his outburst, and he couldn’t help but smile sweetly, whilst you felt your heartbeat quicken. ………

      That was how the two of you had met, you remembered it so clearly, the feelings of your teenaged heart were confusing, but you wanted to find every excuse in the book to just be near him. It was a close, endearing friendship, and the two of you had taught each other a lot of things whenever you could.

Your friends began to like him, too, and the bullying lessened as the two of you were basically attached to the hip. They corrupted him, showing him memes, funny videos and such, and he would catch you off guard with outward, dirty jokes, causing the both of your ears and cheeks to flush into a dark shade of pink.  

Although, his stay in your country was only six months until the both of you graduated, the two of you had learned a lot. He taught you Japanese, and you began practicing writing it, you liking the feeling of his hand gripping yours, guiding you to write kanji. When he had to leave, your heart almost broke as you hugged him tightly, him shushing you as he promised that the two of you would share phone numbers and mailing addresses, so that you’ll always keep in touch.

Keep in touch, you did.

“Tai-chan! That’s so pretty!” You gushed. It’s been a year, since he left, and oddly enough, your feelings and thoughts did not waver as you entered your freshman year of college.

“I know, right?” He boomed, holding the phone towards him and the blooming Sakura trees underneath the Osaka castle. It was Hanami, a holiday for flower viewing, and it was so very pretty as the pink petals fluttered around within the wind. Taishiro was in his hometown, Osaka, wearing informal clothes as he popped a dumpling into his mouth as he sat on the blanket with his mom and her new husband. It was almost hard to hear him due to the crowd of people happily chattering among themselves.  

You were entranced, seeing such a vibrant and beautiful scene before your eyes as he grinned at you, smiling warmly whilst his mother waved at you, and you waved back.

“So, how do you like it?” Taishiro asked, diverting your attention, and you smiled.

“Dude, everything’s so pretty and vibrant! I wish I was there with you guys!” You admitted freely, and he grinned.

“Wish ya was here, too! Mom’ll force ya to wear a kimono, though. I got lucky ‘cause they dragged me here right after class!” He admitted.

“Formal dress isn’t so bad, Tai-chan! How’s college?” You changed the subject. He shrugged.

“Not too bad! Classes are pretty easy, I got my own apartment an’ job, now! Little small, but makes the bills easier to pay!” He spoke loud enough to drown out the crowd.

“I’ll talk to ya later, okay? Mom’s getting’ mad that I’m shoutin’.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Okay! Tell her that she looks pretty in her kimono!” You grinned. He nodded as the two of you eventually hung up. It was moments like these that made your day, you smiled to yourself, feeling your heart beating faster as you plopped down onto your comfy pillows. After graduating high school, you followed your dream in getting into college, and getting your own apartment and job. It was tough, but you made it, and as a bonus, Taishiro was pretty happy and proud for you.

  You wish that he didn’t have to leave, but his mother wanted to go back to their country after moving to yours to escape the grief of a rather nasty divorce. You can’t escape from everything, Tai had said to you, and shrugged, saying that he really didn’t care about his father, but he’d support his mother in anyway that he could.  

You felt warm at the memories, trying his mother’s cooking, tasting a different country’s cuisine had excited you, and your pleased face was evident as you slowly chewed the rice ball. Your face went red as Taishiro wiped some of the sticky rice off of your face, and when he noticed that you were staring, he’d blushed too as he wiped it on your shirt, leaving him to snort with laughter at your pathetic attempt at a glare.

Yeah, you missed him. ……..

“Happy Halloween!” You tilted the brim of your witch hat, grinning as you handed the little goblins and ghosts some candy from a bowl.

“We don’t really give out candy, but we do cosplayin’, zombie runs, n’ Disneyland has somethin’ special around this time of year.” Taishiro spoke to you from your phone, which rested neatly in your breast pocket, smiling softly at the kids who gave toothy smiles with thanks behind their masks. To your luck, he and you were always on camera when the two of you spoke, now, seeing how each other changed since last year.

To your surprise, he had two little piercings in his ear lobes, stating that he was a grown man, and that he got them as to treat himself for passing his first semester of college. He didn’t lose any weight, but he had been going to the gym, gaining muscle as he shot up about two feet in height. It didn’t help your increasing heartbeat, or confusing feelings that you thought were just a little girl’s crush in high school.    

You changed, too, and you’ve noticed that he obviously noticed, and pinned every little reaction into your brain, liking the way that you caused him that.

Right now, you had him listen to classic Halloween songs such as Monster Mash, Flying Purple People Eater, and Thriller. He knew the songs, but you liked playing them, anyway to fill in the Halloween spirit. You set the phone down on the kitchen table as the two of you talked while the music playing in the background. Although he didn’t really dress up, he admitted that he liked your costume, and might invest in something next year.

You smiled, basking in the moment. ………

“Time to open yours!” He put the chicken leg from KFC down on his plate, as he and his family gathered around his phone with you on camera, looking at the brightly colored wrapping paper. His family had adopted the more Western customs of gift wrapping and receiving during Christmas, and he was not disappointed when your gift had arrived in the mail. He had sent you one, as well, knowing that it would tickle you pink. He was right.

Although the both of you knew that Christmas Eve was the day to give and receive gifts, it was generally for couples, but you wanted to share the holiday joy with him, and find an excuse to give a gift, and although beet red, he thought that gift giving was a nice thing to do.  

   He wanted you to open yours, first, and so you did, grinning wickedly as you opened the paper slowly, drawing out the suspense on purpose.  

“Hurry up, already!” Taishiro huffed, then jumped when his mother hit him lightly with her shoe, shushing him. You couldn’t hide your smirk at the gesture, but quickened your pace at the playful glare that you were receiving.

You tore open the beautifully wrapped paper, regretting to waste it, but you were curious on what he had gotten you. Finally getting the box opened, you all but squealed with joy.

“What? This is amazing!” You winced on how loud your voice was, but his grin and his family’s warm smiles made it worth it. You pulled out the organized snacks from Japan, eyes twinkling with joy as you realized that you were smiling. Underneath the bags of konpeito, onigiri senbei rice crackers, jagariko, and among other snacks, you pulled out a very pretty snow-globe. It seemed simple, but the fake snow dancing around the dolled up log cabin and the smiling snowman, melted your heart.

“I like it! Thank you, Tai-chan!” You beamed, and he grinned sheepishly as blood rushed to his cheeks.

“I didn’ wanna get anythin’ that was too lame, ya know?”

“Nonsense! It’s very charming and thoughtful, thank you.” You grinned as you shook it gently, watching the glitter swish around the heartwarming scene.

“Alright! My turn!” He changed the subject as his eye twitched at the snickers of his step-dad. He huffed, then grinned as he all but tore open your gift, faster than your slow pace. You grinned wickedly, as to when he opened the box, it revealed another box. He gave you a look.

“Really?”

“It’s in there. Eventually.”

“Yer such a lil’ shit.”

“I know.” You admitted, him glaring at you until he had finally opened the last box, eyes twinkling as he reached inside, admiring the prize.

“Y/n…” He murmured, pulling out a crocheted scarf and hat. It took you a little longer to make them than you’d like to admit, but it was worth it as his face softened while he eyed the bright orange garb.

“I like it, too.” His eyes met yours as he felt something else within the box. You smiled.

“Oh! A new set of earrings?” He grinned, pulling up the small thick hoops, eyeing them as they shined within the light.

“Hypoallergenic, too!” You chirped, eating up his expressions as he began putting on the hat, scarf, and switching out his old jewelry for the new ones.

“Merry Christmas, Tai-chan.” You murmured, and he gave you that infamous toothy, sweet smile of his.

“You too, Y/n.”

………….

“See? It’s not so bad!” You giggled, holding the phone up high.

“Yer a devil, ya know that?” You could hear him grumble. It was spring, again, and the both of you were in your second years. He admittedly lost a tiny bit of weight, due to him going to the gym, and you remained the same, except your feelings for him had grew. Almost three years of friendship, and you felt as if you knew him, forever.

Right now, you were sitting neatly at the small Fair, in the highest seat in which belonged to the Ferris Wheel, holding your phone up high while Taishiro was taking a break from his work to watch you look over the whole Fair grounds.

“Yeah, but you’re best friends with me!” You chirped loudly, giggling at his disgruntled huff. You had to be more careful with your words, you thought, as certain words were on the tip of your tongue.  

 You didn’t know what or how he felt. His face did redden a lot, but your mother said that he was young, and pretty girls did that to young men. You knew her intentions weren’t to drown out your hope, but to let you get a perspective on the situation, and to be careful with your feelings.

 He and you had never dated, anyone. Him complaining that he was too fat, and you arguing that he was fine the way he is, genuinely caring about him as your lovable best friend. Of course your feelings had grown, and each time you went to reflect on them, you couldn’t help the passing negative thoughts.

He was in another country. He could actually have anybody he wanted to. If he was seeing somebody, you knew that you’d had to keep your distance from him, in respect of the relationship that he would be building with somebody else.

“Hey, you alright? You’re kinda silent.” His voice snapped your attention away from your thoughts.

“More than fine! Oh! They have a game in which you could win a live rabbit! It’s a little tough, but the bunnies look so cool!” You admitted, changing the subject, and he let out a bark of laughter.

“Bunnies, huh?”

“Yeah?”

“Nothin’. Hey, I gotta go back to work, see ya later!” He waved, and you waved back, smiling as you ended the call.

As your ride ended, you wondered around the grounds, just looking at the sights, and then something shiny had caught your eyes. It was a little stand selling trinkets, you thought as you walked closer. The shiny thing, were two little friendship bracelets with little clear plastic gummy bears hooked onto them, one orange, and the other was your favorite color. You felt yourself smiling, remembering the nickname that his mom had called him, thus leading to everybody else calling him that.

Of course, he was embarrassed, but the absolute flustered and adorable look that he’d given you as you tried out the name, was memorable. A thoughtful gift wouldn’t hurt, you grinned.

……………

You held up your wrist, grinning at his flustered look as the orange plastic bear twinkled in the sunlight.

“What are we, twelve?” He asked, but he held out the trinket, an evident smile was on his face. It was August the eighth, his birthday, and you’ve decided to surprise him with the thoughtful gift that you’d gotten in spring. Of course the look on his face was priceless, and you just ate it up with a grin as he seemed to think the same thing.

“Pft. Gummybear.” You broke the silence, and he bit his lip, looking away.

“That kinda sounds like a pet-name, when ya think about it.”

“What? It is a nickname.”

“Yeah. Between…well, never mind! Thank you for the gift, Chickadee!” He smiled warmly, tying the little bracelet onto his wrist. You gave him your own smile as he referred to your own nickname from school.   …………

 “Guess what?” You couldn’t help but grin wildly, the pure, cheerful energy was radiating off of you as you poured yourself a glass of tea.

“Hm? What is it, Chickadee?” He asked, smiling as if he could just feel your joy all the way from Osaka.

It’s December, now. The two of you had been friends for almost four years, and you had finally, finally-

“I’ll be graduating this spring!”

“Oh, Hon, that’s amazing!” He couldn’t help but mimic your wild grin.

“Yes!” You chuckled.

 To be honest, because of the both of you being in college and at work, living two separate lives, you hadn’t seen or heard from him in a while. It didn’t stop the two of you from trying to reach out, however. The longest time you remembered not really seeing his face, lasted about a week because the two of you were so busy.

 Imagine his surprise when you started crying with tears of joy, extremely happy to see him as he sent you a little gift in the mail. It was an ornament hair pin from the fair in Osaka, and oddly, it reminded you of him. Although humble, it had specks of amber and yellow, and you couldn’t help but feel touched that you had something significant that reminded you of him.

You wanted to hug him. You wanted to talk, face to face in a decent little cafe as he wore the hat and scarf that you’d made him, as you could hear his laughter that wasn’t sullied by the phone’s filter. Also, you wanted to know where the two of you were heading in life. You knew that you couldn’t hold in these feelings for him, forever, hell, you didn’t even know if you’ll ever see him face-to-face ever again, or when he’ll find a very accepting, lovely person and move on without you.

It did break your heart, a little, you couldn’t help but think as you sipped your tea, looking out from the window as he scribbled down notes in the background.

“Tai-chan.” You said, and something in your voice made his attention snap onto you with a look of worry as he read your face.      

       “Hey, Chickadee, what’s wrong?” He asked. You looked at him.

“When can we ever really see each other, again?” The weight must have been evident in your voice, and his expression furrowed with sympathy.

“That’s what’s gotten ya so upset?” He murmured softly.

“Yeah.”

“Fuuuuck, I wanna see ya, too!” He whined, suddenly, and you looked at him with surprise as he cursed.

“I’m telling your mom.”

“Because I said ‘Fuck’, or because I wanna see ya?”

“Both. She can arrive you in tow with a bar of soap in your mouth.” You felt yourself grinning, and he smiled warmly.

“Don’t be sad, Chickadee. When we’re rich and successful from such good jobs, we’ll go see each other every weekend. Hell, I might even get a soap dispenser so ya can wash out my mouth, yourself.”

“Oh, really?”

“Letcha tie me down.” He winked as you rolled your eyes.  

“Aaaaand that’s when our friendship ends.”

“Pft. Anyways. What if….ugh, never mind. Hey, I gotta go, Chicky. Class starts in an hour, kay?”

“Alright, Gummy. See ya later.”   …………………

 What if, what? Kept playing in your mind for months, now. You’ve landed a very good job, and you were great at balancing time with work, family, and your life, while you and Taishiro had kept your ritual of staying in touch. He was more muscular, but still round, and had his earrings that you’ve gotten him for Christmas, still in tact.

 He looked good, and the both of you knew it. You pushed down the little spike of jealousy and discouragement when he mentioned that he was getting more looks, now, but you were more mature, and you knew that he was an adult and could make his own decisions, despite your own feelings. You cared about him, and if you loved somebody truly, their happiness and growth should make you happy, you concluded.  

It didn’t help the fact that he had still a pink flush to his cheeks, rubbing his head awkwardly as he said that he wasn’t really interested in people that he didn’t know, taking little glances at you.

God, Kami, or what, help you, you bit the inside of your cheek. You were hopeless. …….

“Hey, Chicka-umph!” He couldn’t finish the words. Five years. It took the two of you five years to finally graduate, get jobs, save money, and finally, finally-

“It’s been way too long!” You hugged him, burying your face into his jacket as you couldn’t help but let out the most widest grin in years. You let out a yelp of surprise as he had the gall to pick you up and spun you around, him laughing at your stunned expression as he settled you down after the short spiel, and you let out a giggle.

He was smiling down at you, chuckling as he had hugged you back, swaying you a little side to side as his cheeks flushed.

The two of you were in Osaka, his mother and step-father weren’t there, and you traveled alone, bringing only a small amount of luggage with your passport. He sighed.

“You’re still short.”

“Shut it, you’re just a giraffe.” You playfully stuck out your tongue and he rolled his eyes.

“Damn, it’s so good to see ya. Just think, our friendship started ‘cause of yer clumsy ass.” He couldn’t help but joke with you as he grinned at your pitiful attempt of a glare. He chuckled.

“I’m glad, though.” He murmured, and you hummed in agreement.

 You’ve been waiting for this moment, learning Japanese and studying kanji as you walked alongside him, talking about everything and nothing, noticing that he had never really took out the earrings you’ve gave him, plus he and you opted to wear the gummy bear bracelets. Your smiled softly. It was as if the world spun on and the two of you slowly changed, yet like magnets, pulled closer together.

  Since the day that you’ve discovered your own feelings for him, you had decided that you didn’t want anybody else, for he was showing interest, and your heart had remained unbroken as he unconsciously had taken good care of it. He was worth the hours you’ve put into your work, and the extra savings that you’ve had put back. If you had him as just a close friend forever, you’d be happy, you’ve decided.

  It was a fun day. He had saved up to pay for reservations for the two of you to go to the aquarium, telling you that since you’ve made such an effort to see him, he was the one to treat you in Osaka, drinking in your expressions of wonderment and joy as he explained. He chuckled when you excitedly pointed out the whale shark, letting you rant on about how it was a filter feeder, and the biggest fish in the sea.

“Here. It’s my favorite, an’ I figured ya might like to try “the nation’s kitchen’s” street food.” He grinned, holding up a piece of takoyaki for you to try. After a long day of cooing and buying a bit of souvenirs, he led you outside, opting to let you try something that differed from his mother’s cooking from all those years back. You bit into it while he was still holding the toothpick, causing him to fluster, yet you paid no mind, letting the taste of octopus, onion, and sauce envelope your taste buds.

Your face heated up when you realized that it was actually pretty good.

“Good?” He gave a knowing grin. You nodded, and he chuckled.

“Ya got sauce on your cheek, ya messy thing.” He thumbed your cheek, wiping off the sauce. Much to your utter surprise, he had the gall to lick it, eyeing you with a smirk etched on his face.

“Did you just-”

“Tit for tat.” He winked, and you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks.

You couldn’t stay, long. Your boss had given you a limited amount of vacation days, and you could only stay until the night. He knew it, as well, and so the two of you had tried draw out the remaining day, him showing you all sorts of vending machines, helping you walk the ever busy streets as you felt so tiny compared to the skyscrapers, trying different foods, and briefly meeting his mom and step-dad.

She hugged you, rambling fast in Japanese, as you caught certain phrases. Taishiro let out a laugh.

“She misses ya. We all did.” He smiled, and you let out your own, deciding to comfort the fretting woman.

“She has to leave, ma.” He spoke in his native tongue, and she huffed.

“I haven’t seen her in years! Plus you spent all day with her, you heathen.” She then turned towards you.

“Ah, Honey, you look so tired and happy! Did you have a good day?” She cooed, squishing your cheeks playfully and you laughed a little.

“Of course!”

“I’m glad. Let my boy escort you to the airport, alright?” She hummed, and you nodded. ………

 “Today was the best day I’ve ever had in such a long time.” He told you gently, and your heart hammered as you waited on for your flight in the lobby.    

“Same for me. Makes me regret going back.” You gave out a little laugh, but it felt hallow.

“Yeah.” You focused on his solemn expression, eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he didn’t really wanted you to go, either.

  “Hey.” He broke the silence with a heavy conviction, and you looked up at him with confusion. He said nothing as he took your hand and placed it on his chest, and you were surprised on how fast it was beating. With his other hand, he cupped your jaw, rather gently, and now it was your turn to feel your heart hammering through your rib cage. You didn’t have time to say anything, as he leaned down and gave a chaste kiss on your mouth.

Time seemed to still to a stop for you, but he broke away too soon, face reddened, but he didn’t look as if he regretted it, and you couldn’t find yourself too, either.

“Please, for the love of Kami, be mine. Doesn’t matter when we’ll see each other again, I’ll save up and move to your country, if I have to-”

You interrupted him with your own little kiss, and he hummed into it, gripping you tighter to him as he broke away, only to lean into your neck.

“I’ve been holding these feelings in for a long time.” You murmured, and he nodded.

“Yeah? Since high school?”

“Yeah.”

“Same for me. When I was away from ya, I kept thinkin’, she’s so lovely, in no time, somebody’s gonna snatch her up. Was she waitin’ for me? Took me a while to figure the last one out, but I did.” He hummed, opting to raise his face and kiss your cheek, smiling.

“So, when’s the wedding?” You broke the silence with a joke, and he huffed.

“Ya know what, ya lil’ shit? Maybe tomorrow.”

“Really? We’re just going to...get married?” You looked at him with wonder, and although blushing furiously, he shrugged.

“We’ve known each other for so long. Been pinin’ and sayin’ nothing. Ugh, we’re both dumbasses.” He sulked a little, and you let out a giggle.

“Alright. We’ll plan for a wedding.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“No dates, or anythin’, just jumpin’ right into it?”

“We’ve been low-key dating. As friends, though. Maybe we could give it another year? See how everything works out as a couple? If we save up, we could get married and one of us move to either Japan or my country.” You explained, his expression softening as he kissed you again, a little firmer, this time.

“Alright. I don’t mind either option, or even if ya wanted your own traditional wedding. Heh. This is happening.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re mine and I’m yours, an’ we’re gonna get married.”

“I’m still a little surprised, but I’d have it no other way.”

“Same here.”

#Fatgum #Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum x reader #Mutual pining #Fluff #International love #But like I was listening to Sister Christian and had this idea #Originally there was gonna be some angst but lol no Fluff November

[everybodyscupoftea]

So I don’t know if you’re taking requests but hear me outttt How about one where its like the holiday season and you know jj has like history back home but not the hole story so you ask him if he wants to come home with you for the holidays and it’s like all cute and stuff

omg anon i love this so much

(drugs mentioned briefly, cursing, not proofread)

jj has always been pretty closed off about his home life. you knew that he’d been friends with john b and pope and kie for pretty much all of it, but you knew almost nothing about family life.

one time you tried to ask and he made a joke about how you and the pogues were the only family he needed, and you quickly gathered that he didn’t really want to talk about it.

so fine, you weren’t going to push, he’d tell you when he was ready. except he never seemed ready. you’d never seen him call his parents or facetime them or get anything in the mail from them. 

he’d met your parents, gone golfing and fishing with your dad multiple times, had full phone conversations with your mom, and frequently texted memes to your sister, but you’d never so much as heard either of his parents’ names.

one night, while drunk, he slurred something about how you took care of him better than his mom ever had, and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or be horrified so you did a mixture of both.

then one night, he came to pick you up from a bar because someone in your group brought drugs and you weren’t really interested. when you told him about it, he stiffened up and said, “coke?” 

which you were pretty sure it was acid, so you told him. his shoulders loosened a little and you weren’t sure whether you should ask or not, so you decided to stay silent and let him decide.

all he told you was, “family history.” which didn’t tell you much but told you a lot at the same time.

when thanksgiving rolled around, you had a huge paper to write for your political science elective, so you stayed on campus instead of going to visit your grandparents with the rest of your family.

jj stayed too. you weren’t sure if it was because you were there or if he just didn’t want to go home, but you were grateful for the company. the two of you got dinner together on thanksgiving day and curled up on your bed to watch a movie with hot chocolate after you edited your paper. it was probably your favorite thanksgiving.

he was laying with his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. the christmas story was on in the background since it was officially Past Thanksgiving. he kept yawning, and you knew he was on the verge of falling asleep, so you asked, “hey, bub, what are your plans for christmas?”

jj squinted up at you, lips pouted, “i dunno.”

you let it drop as he fell asleep and your brain whirled. maybe he had plans with his friends already, but you’d talked to your mom and she offered for him to come stay with your family for the holiday. you needed a way to bring it up without making it seem like a pity invite, and a plan slowly came together in your brain.

the next morning, you and jj woke up pretty late. it was cold and neither of you really wanted to move, but you poked him until he agreed to go with you to buy christmas decorations for your dorm room.

“babe,” he whined, “you’ll only be here to enjoy this for like two weeks.”

“two weeks of christmas spirit,” you told him, crawling out of bed, “now come on, we don’t have all day.”

he went with you begrudgingly, dragging his feet, giving almost incomprehensible answers to opinion questions, but you went along with it anyway. you bought him some coffee and christmas cookies as a bribe and he perked right up, suddenly eager to help you decorate.

you put him in charge of stringing lights because you didn’t want to climb on top of the desk to do it. you had a playlist called christmas songs that jingle my jangle that you put on. jj pretended to hate it but you knew deep down he loved it.

once he was good and caffeinated and laughing, his decorating skills started to slip. at one point he had a strip of lights hanging diagonal and you gave him a look, hands on your hips, “j, i know you aren’t going to seriously try and tell me that looks good?”

“once again, i say, you will only be here for two weeks. there’s no point in decorating.”

“are you calling my decorating pointless?”

“yes.”

“fine, well then you should help me do some worthwhile decorating in a few weeks.”

“what?” he looked confused, staring at you over his shoulder.

and which, fair, it wasn’t the smoothest way to ask him, but you didn’t want to upset him.

“you should come home with me and help us decorate for christmas.”

he shrugged, “sure, that first few days after we get out?”

you hesitated for a second, “well, you could stay till christmas, if you wanted to.”

jj climbed off the desk but you refused to look at him. he put both of his hands on your shoulders and squeezed gently, but you still wouldn’t look at him, scared he’d be mad.

he left one of his hands on your shoulder and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes with the other.

“are you inviting me to spend christmas with your family?”

“yes?”

“are you sure?” he asked with a laugh, “it sounds like you’re not.”

“yes, i’m sure. and my mom wants you to come because i’m pretty sure she has a gift for you anyway. plus my dad likes chopping his own firewood and you’re really strong and you can help him with that because i’m never any help.”

“i’d love to.”

“but you totally don’t have to if you don’t want. i mean-”

he covered your mouth with his hand and spoke again, “i said yes.”

you pouted when he moved his hand, “i was nervous, don’t bully me.”

“i’m not bullying.”

“you are, i’m feeling very bullied.”

he pulled something out of his back pocket and dangled it over your head. mistletoe. you rolled your eyes and he smiled before asking, “would a bully do this?”

“first off, where did yo even get that, and actually, a bully probably-” and before you could finish he cut you off with a kiss.

you blinked a few times when he pulled away and jj grinned, pocketing the mistletoe again before saying, “oh i pulled it off a wreath at hobby lobby while you were looking at lights. merry christmas?”

#frat!jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank request #sigma chi!jj

[eddiekkasp]

-ˋˏ 𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐒 ˎˊ-

theme warnings : uhh running away,mentions of death,and cursing.crossposted on a03)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

'ⁱ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ,

ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮,𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮 ; 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣

“NO NEED TO WORRY,” HEADMASTER Leto boomed from where the mix of students and teachers were forming around him.

No need to worry? Thought Tam.Linh's gone.Disappeared.Almost like when that girl,Stina ran away to who knows where but Linh's going to get found.

Unfortuantly,Tam had said this out loud and the majority of the people who had survived were staring at him.Headmaster Leto adjusted his tie.”I was unaware someone was missing but,no reason to worry!Ms.Oralie was just saying she knows someplace to be safe.You kid’s will be fine!”

“No reason to worry,” mutter Biana beside him.”God,someone would think you were Ald- Wait.” Her teal eyes narrowed at Headmaster Leto.”Aren’t we going home?Honestly i thought this was a prank.”

Headmaster Leto laughed nervously.”Well,I was thinking- until we get word that whatever is in the school is safe,we would stay in groups in different places.I have decided to make captains,for them even.”

Biana’s eyebrows rose.

Maybe it would be helpful,Tam thought.What's the point of finding Linh if she doesn't have a real bed to sleep in?But then again what type of idiots are the runners of this school to send a bunch of teens into a house by themselves?

START OF FLASHBACK.

Tam creeped down the hall of Exillium,the boarding school him and Linh had been sent to by their parents.As he reached Linh’s room in the girls’ dormitory,he slowly creaked open the door.Tam walked over and

Shook his twin from where she was sleeping.Linh groggily opened her eyes and asked,’is it time?’

Tam nodded.Sure enough,they both were dressed in a matter of minutes and Linh grabbed two large duffel bags out of her closet.

Tam cautiously opened the window and slipped out,his soft brown shoes plopping onto the concrete by Linh’s window.

He helped Linh out,and yanked the duffel bags through the window,and the two started down the path until it became grassy and the

Black car the twins had worked for shone in the dark,as it was deliberately placed at the end of the path.

Tam opened one of the duffel bags and grabbed a key.Linh took it from him and slipped into the drivers seat as he stuffed the duffel bag into the backseat and sat down in the passengers.Linh turned her head to Tam and gave him a look.It mean,we're really doing this,aren't we?

Tam nodded at her,which meant,we are.

Linh inhaled and exhaled,before slamming her foot on the pedal and driving on grass until they hit the road.

Linh drove until they came up on a place that said ; Free camping grounds.She drove into it,and parked the car expertly.Thy clambered out of it and set up a tent on top of a short hill,but they still had a amazing view of the stars.

There,they slept- because one would do that after they ran away from their old home,but the twin’s didn’t really sleep that night,only thought the other did.

The next day,The duo ate at a homeless shelter.

Again,again,and again until days turned into weeks and months turned into days.They mostly really only worked so they could pay for school,and ate at the homeless shelter.

At night,Linh would tell him the tale of Orion,one of her favorite greek villians.Other times,they would just sit in comfortable silence.

They never talked about what their parents did to them.They didn’t practice their strange powers,Tam certainly hoped Linh didn’t.

There was nothing really remarkable with what they did.

Until one night at the homeless shelter,they came and saw someone new.She had blonde hair and big,brown doe eyes and was wearing a buttery-yellow sweater with brown stripes.The girl looked vaguely familiar; but looked particuarly sad,picking at her starkflower stew,until Calla,the owner of the homeless shelter, the Song twins were quite fond fond of,asked her what was wrong with it.

The girl just smiled at her and said nothing.

The next day,when they went back,there was nothing.No sign,no lights on,just empty and abandoned. They asked around,nobody knew what they were talking about.Nobody remembered Calla’s Tree,even though it was popular around town because it wasn’t just a homeless shelter,it was a resturaunt that fed people who didn’t have enough money for food,had amazing pancakes,and then some.But nobody understood what they were talking about.

It was as if Calla’s tree...Had been never seen.

END OF FLASHBACK.

No.He decided.I'll find Linh,and whatever happens next,happens next.

Tam cleared his throat.”Excuse me,but I’m not going anywhere without Linh.”

Magnate Leto gave him a nervous look.”Perhaps we can-”

Marella,a girl in Biana’s friend’s homeroom raised her hand.Magnate Leto turned to her,greatful for eyes not being on him anymore.

The tiny girl looked even smaller than usual,like she had been thrown into the washing machine,and her clothing into the dryer,which would probably explain why it looked baggy and crumpled.

She looked at Tam.”Linh went missing around 3:08,right?”

He nodded.

Marella inhaled.”Well,that’s about the time Jensi died.”

Tam blinked.Jensi had died?He hadn’t known the curly-haired,talkative boy that much,so Jensi’s death felt more like a faraway island to him.But..What was the connection between him and Linh-

No.

Marella managed to meet his burning stare.”I’m sorry,Tam,but Linh’s probably dea-”

“What’s this about me being dead?” Asked Linh,apparently coming from nowhere,and frowning at the idea that she was dead.

_______________________________

LINH WAS SCREWED,AND SHE KNEW THAT.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard looked at her with that surprised look that reminded her of that one pikachu meme.

Tam rushed towards her.By the time he reached her,people were already in tiny groups to figure out what the fuck was going on,and trying to see if Buzzfeed Unsolved had anything like this happen.

He wrapped her in a hug.”Where the hell have you been?”

Linh blinked.”I was...in the bathroom!”She cringed inwardly at the makeshift lie.She hated lying ; especially to her twin.Tam frowned,but gave her the highlight of everything that was going on.They were put in Biana’s group,with Marella from another class,and Maruca from Marella's class.Keefe and Dex from homeroom were also put in Biana’s group.So was Fitz,Biana’s brother.

Magnate Leto sent them to go to Biana’s house,and they got to the house in a ten minutes.

“Well,” said Biana.”Welcome to Everglen.”

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(a/n: this is short n dumb,but chapter six should go up soon also.i love my puns shhh.also i know the idea of shoving teens into a house is dumb and why didn't they just send them home??but thats going to get touched on later so,,)

#kotlc #kotlc 2021 collab #kotlc fic #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #biana vacker #dex dizznee #linh song #tam song #stina heks #fitz vacker #marella redek #exillium #exillium kotlc #jensi babblos #maruca chebota #maruca kotlc #jensi kotlc #raiin's crappy writing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

The office was eerie without the sound of keyboards and hushed chatter, the odd giggle or buzz of a phone. You sensed the change behind you and swiveled back to the face the ominous doorway. He was there. It was as if he knew. You were all alone know. No buffer, no witnesses.

“You almost caught up, darling?” He crossed his arms.

“I… Yeah.” You answered weakly. You knew he didn’t care about your work.

“Good,” He stood straight and stepped outside his office. “Why don’t you come here and we can go over your… work?”

You nodded and pushed yourself to your feet. Your legs felt like jello. You could still feel his hand on your thigh, on your pussy. It never quite went away but it wasn’t like Steve or Bucky. It was a touch that left you worn out and repulsed. You stepped around your desk and he turned his palm out.

“Ah,” He pointed to the floor. “Crawl to me, darling.”

Your heart dropped and you looked down at your feet. You unsteadily lowered yourself to your knees and pulled your skirt from under your knees. You bent forward and planted your hands on the floor. You took a deep breath and lifted your head. He watched you with his usual boastful smirk.

What were you doing? You cringed as you started across the floor. You were on all floors like a baby; an animal. And for what? Because you were stupid enough to fuck your professor. You imagined how he’d laughed if he found out you were also messing with your best friend’s father. Oh, he’d surely get a kick out of that.

As you neared him, he hummed in approval. He stepped around you and bent to slap your ass. “Go on,” He urged.

You crawled into his office and he followed. As you stopped inside, he closed the door with his foot. You were shocked as he tugged your skirt up and exposed your ass. You sat back as you tried to hide your bare flesh. He laughed and rounded you. He squatted and looked you in the eye as you sat back on your heels.

“I want you to tell me what you did that day.” He said.

“What do you--”

“After the bookshop. I know you fucked him.” He reached out and touched your cheek before he stood. “Stay like that and tell me how.”

“I-I can’t--” You stuttered.

“Start with where.” He sat in his chair and it squeaked as he leaned back.

“Uh, we went to my apartment and--” You looked down as your eyes burned. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. Tell me.” His zipper softly descended in as he spoke. “Were you on top?”

“I-- It was against my desk. I was sitting on it,” You said quietly. “I had my legs around him as he...entered me and I hugged him to me. It was fast. Hard.”

“Mmhmm,” He purred. “And… did you cum?”

“Yes.” You answered softly.

“Were you loud?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“And that was the only time that night?”

“No. About an hour later, we fucked on the bed.” You confessed. 

“How?” He groaned.

“From behind. He likes it like that.” You sucked in your breath as your head swam. “Please…”

“Come here.” He said. “Stay down there.”

You dropped back onto your hands and crawled around his desk. He was stroking himself as you approached. You stopped and stared up at him. You tried not to see his hand moving up and down at the bottom of your vision.

“Get undressed.” He ordered. 

You shivered and pushed your blazer back on your shoulders. You tossed it aside and pulled your blouse over your head. Then you unzipped your skirt and kicked off your wedged shoes. Your hands were clumsy as you unhooked your bra and you couldn’t look at anything but the floor.

“I can’t blame him,” He said. “You’ve got that innocent school girl thing going on. But you’re not so innocent, are you?”

“No,” You forced out.

“I want you to use your mouth, my dear.” He rasped. 

You sniffed and nodded as you gathered your wits. You lifted your head and got up on your knees. You neared him as he spread his legs and you touched his thighs. His cock was pale and long. Not as thick as Steve or Bucky but nothing close to small. He withdrew his hand and you replaced it with yours.

“I said your mouth,” He warned. “Hands…” He grabbed your hands and put them palm down on his thighs. “Down.”

You pressed your hands down to assure him of your obedience. He grabbed his dick and angled it towards your mouth. You parted your lips and slipped them over his tip. He moaned as you pushed your tongue along his flesh. You took as much as you could and more. You struggled not to gag as you forced him down your throat.

“You are gifted indeed,” He snarled. “Fuck.”

His hands held your head as he began to guide you up and down. The sloppy sounds of your sucking bounced off the walls and filled your ears. He shuddered as he urged you faster. You choked and he pulled you off him all at once.

“Closer.” He grabbed your shoulder and rolled his chair forward. He took your hands and pushed them to your tits. “Like that.”

You held your tits together and he pushed his cock between them. His tip poked out above your cleavage as he slid to the edge of his chair. He rocked the chair as he fucked your tits and your stomach churned.

“Lick it.” He ordered.

As his tip came up, you bent your head and stuck out your tongue to flick across it. He inhaled sharply and continued on, each time you did so, he delighted in it. He gave you no warning before he came. His cum shot up across your face as he gripped your shoulders. It dripped down your nose and lips and along your chin. When he finished, he released you and sat back on his chair.

“Whew,” He breathed as he looked at you. “Clean yourself up, darling.”

You stood and reached for the box of kleenex on his desk. He caught your wrist and pulled you back. “No, not like that. Like you did at lunch.”

You scowled as he let you go. You slowly wiped his cum away from your nose and lips and shoved it in your mouth. You almost wretched as you licked up the salty, sticky mess. Then you scooped up that along your chin and forced yourself to swallow. He watched and his own tongue poked out between his teeth.

“My dear, you do impress me,” He said. “Go on. Get dressed. Go home.” He made no move to put his cock away, instead carelessly playing with it as it grew flaccid. “Rest up for tomorrow.”

💋

Tuesday and Wednesday ended much the same. You hid at your desk until the office emptied out and then Loki called you to his office. He stood in his doorway until you crossed to him; the usual taunting words. And you left with the taste of his cum in your mouth and the stickiness across your chest. The stain had seeped into your soul.

Thursday was different. Something had changed. Something was amiss. You saw Loki twice; at the morning meeting and again after lunch as he stormed out of his office. He strode out with his briefcase in one hand and his phone to his ear. His voice was angry as he passed you. You caught only a snippet of his ire as his eyes flicked briefly to meet your curious gaze.

“No, no. I’m leaving work now-- Thor. This is the last time.” He sighed as he swept past and you watched him go.

For the rest of the day, you were as distracted by absence you had been his presence. There were titters around the office of what had riled him so. It was well known the editor had a rocky relationship with his brother, Thor. Their father was a CEO in London and had raised two sons with ambitions as great as his own; though it was barely a secret that he preferred one over the other.

As the hour rolled around, you hesitated to pack up. Surely if he meant to return, he would’ve by now. You shut down your computer and slid your notebook into your bag. Your phone vibrated on your desk before you could grab it and you flipped it over. A message from a private number.

‘Zelda’s, 7pm. Wear a dress. No panties.’

It wasn’t hard to guess its source. Your stomach sank and you touched your hot neck. He wanted to meet you outside work. Whatever had kept him so long, certainly couldn’t have improved his mood either. You typed up your confirmation and your phone buzzed again. Another text from Steve. You dropped it in your bag and rolled your chair against your desk.

You stared at your closet for an hour before you found the strength to change. After a Google search, you felt entirely unprepared for the upscale bar. More so for the man who waited for you there. You chose the black dress you’d bought for a night out with Kylie. Tight but not revealing. It was the only piece you had that wasn’t too girlish for the venue. 

Your uber was quick. You cursed the unusual expediency of New York traffic. You stepped out and stared up at the tall tinted windows of Zelda’s. You suspected a single cocktail would be worth at least a couple hours’ work. You fixed your purse on your shoulder and entered.

You spotted Loki along the bar. His green eyes were quick to find you. The din stifled the ringing in your ears as you crossed to him. He patted the stool next to his and waited for you to climb up.

“Hmm,” His fingers walked along your knee. “You haven’t anything shorter?”

You shook your head as he gestured to the bartender. He pushed his glass across the bar and glanced at you. “She’ll have a class of blanc,” He said coolly, “Top shelf.”

Your drinks appeared quickly and you frowned as he slid the wine glass over to you. “I’m still underage.” You whispered.

“I suspect that’s not stopped you before, darling,” He smirked. “Trust me, the wine is much preferable than any of that swill you chug at those frat house keggers.”

You took the glass and sipped. He watched, his green eyes swirled with menace. His jaw ticked, a remnant of his anger lingered in his posture.

“I did regret having to leave so early today but… I would not let such an inconvenience ruin my plans.” He rested his hand on your knee, just below your skirt. “Our plans.”

You nearly choked and made to set down your glass. He pressed his palm to the bottom of the stem and stopped you. You froze and blinked at him as he shoved your skirt up just an inch.

“I suggest you finish that,” He said. “And another might be in order. My dear, you look ready to faint.”

You inhaled sharply and drained the glass. This time he let you set it on the bar and he motioned for a refill. The bartender was just as diligent. Loki’s hand slipped but only to drag yours up to your knee. He squeezed your hand beneath his and leaned in. 

“It’s your turn.” He breathed. “I had my fun in that little bistro.” He pushed your hand down between your legs and your skirt rode up higher. “We’re not leaving until you cum.”

“I can’t--”

“Don’t make a fuss and no one will even know,” He purred as he leaned in. “People come here to drink. To forget. Not to worry about others.”

You sat straight, stunned. Your hand shook between your legs as he drew away. He leaned one arm on the bar and took a drink of the dark liquor on ice. The clink sent a shiver down your spine and you braced yourself as you slowly moved your fingers along your thigh. As he requested, rather ordered, you’d left your panties at home.

You brushed along your cunt and stopped. Your eyes widened and he tilted his head as he stared at your lap, your skirt bunched around your wrist. He took your wine glass and offered it. You took it with your free hand and gulped until it was half gone. He replaced it on the bar and nodded.

“Mr. Laufeyson…” You pleaded.

“Sir,” He corrected.

“Please… sir.”

“The sooner you start, the sooner you… finish.” He said. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You winced. He knew that your core started burning the moment he’d touched you. That even though you didn’t want it, he riled you. That though you resisted, your body surrendered.

You took another deep breath and pushed your fingers between your folds. You circled your clit until that familiar tickle began to mount. You bit your lip and pressed firmly against your bud. Your hand moved without thought. Every flick, every swirl was instinctual. 

Your mind hazed as the voices and strangers around you formed a fog. The man who sat before you changed to. For a second, a single second, his hair lightened to gold and his eyes flowed blue like the sea. And then he darkened, a thick brown beard and square jaw. 

But as you came, your vision cleared and it was Loki again. Victorious. Boastful. Your body twitched as you sucked in your lip and swallowed back the moan. You lowered your head and your hand slipped down your leg. He snickered.

He reached for your hand and lifted it so that your fingers glistened in the low light of the bar. He brought them to his lips and sucked on them. You whimpered and he set your hand down in your lap.

“Finish your wine, darling,” He purred. “Our night has just begun.”

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