#talking to him was so nice I’m still kinda dazed from it

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Shout out to this Vash print that I bought from @celchuno and managed to get signed by Johnny Yong Bosch himself, both of whom were at Megacon in Orlando!

#not a trigun fan myself but my dad loved stampede and I’m a huge fan of jyb and his roles #so basically this is the coolest thing that I own #also just a general shoutout to celchuno I’ve bought stuff from them at past cons and I like their art a lot #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #johnny yong bosch #talking to him was so nice I’m still kinda dazed from it #megacon orlando #megacon 2024 #from the hive

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friendly desires | choi soobin

summary: soobin is just a friend, he’s someone you talk to on occasion who you’ve struck a deal with one drunken night. if he helps you get with beomgyu, you’ll help him get with a girl he thinks he likes. what he didn’t expect was to fall for you instead when your attention drifted away from him.

➣ college au, smüt, fluff, friends to lovers

➣ friend!soobin x f!reader [she/her]

➣ 8.8k words

warnings: college, minors dni, fluff, smüt [oral {fïngering, handjob}. foreplay. breästplay. use of protection. doggy style. makeout. . honestly fluff at the end. soobin is kinda a himbo. jealous soobin. soobin is giving off switch energy. Soobin is a flirty/confident drunk.

song inspo: infrunami — steve lacy [you were right in front of me. girl, you’re the one I want]

Soobin couldn’t help but let his eyes haze over with a sort of calmness as he listened to you speak. He was drunk and tired but you were saying something that made him want to pay attention. He just looked so focused on what you were saying even with that lazy look in his eyes.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yeah,” he said as he took another sip of his beer trying to remember everything you had just told him, “You said something about having a crush on Beomgyu.”

“Oh my god don’t say that so loud,” you clung to his arm making him smirk wide enough to show one of those dimples of his as he looked around the packed apartment filled with drunk bodies.

“There’s nobody listening,” he said looking back at you. It’s true, the two of you were tucked away on a couch that had been pushed to a corner in the living room where a college party was currently being held. You released a sigh, “So? Somebody could be listening.”

“And yet they aren’t,” he whispered, still dazed from the alcohol as he leaned just a little closer to you. Finally, he got back to the topic, “And alright, you want me to help you get at Beomgyu? Fine, but I want something in return.”

Your brows furrowed, “I don’t need your help to that extent. I just want you to tell me some stuff about him.”

Soobin chuckled, “That’s lame, Y/n. What are you gonna do with that?”

You sighed looking straight forward in thought. You turned back to face him and said, “Fine. Maybe just set us up or something… but before I agree to anything I wanna know what you want first.”

“Easy, just get your friend Yuna to go on a date with me,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You stared at him? “Yuna? You like Yuna?”

Soobin just shrugged, staring off into the distance, “I mean she’s cute.”

“I didn’t realize that was your type,” and you were being honest but not in a hostile way. Soobin was incredibly attractive but he’s not exactly your type. Or you don’t think he is anyway, you’ve never really thought about him at all like that.

“Eh, I’m trying something new,” Soobin said, slumping back on the couch, manspreading just slightly, holding his beer in hand between his legs. He looked at you waiting to see what you would say.

“She’s nice,” you said underwhelmingly so. Soobin smacked his lips in annoyance, “Too nice.”

You scoffed, “You’re such a masochist, you know?”

“Sue me, I like someone that takes the lead once in a while,” he said with a smirk that made you want to slap it right off his face.

“Um… no offense but you’re not Yuna’s type,” you chose to say instead of argue with him over the fact that he’s acting different than his usual shy self.

“What are you talking about, just look at me,” he said, making you sigh and roll your eyes as you slumped back, matching his relaxed position.

“Yes Bin you’re an attractive guy but she’s got a certain type, a complete book warm and she hates gym guys,” you said hearing him let out the loudest most dramatic sigh ever. Soobin looked down at his biceps, lifting his arm and flexing, “I’m not that big though.”

You looked at him like he had three heads. He smiled that lazy smile again as he shrugged, “Either way I’m not helping until you help me out too.”

You groaned in annoyance as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I’m not that desperate.”

He chuckled, “Sure.”

“I’m serious,” you argued with narrowed eyes as to why he was laughing.

“Yeah alright.”

With another roll of your eyes you huffed, “So what’s Beomgyu’s type?”

He released a stretched out sigh letting his eyes drift off somewhere else, “Don’t know.”

You glared at him but he pretended like he didn’t see it. He even had the nerve to yawn like he was just so bored talking to you that he was getting sleepy. You even sat forward to force him to look at you but he only side eyed you as you said, “Soobin.”

“Y/n.” He looked amused now knowing that any second you’ll go along with him. To him it’s an even trade; he gets you with Beomgyu, you get him with Yuna. Of course he won’t tell you that Beomgyu has already approached him about you, telling him you’re pretty.

“You’re really not gonna help me?” You asked now

but it’s rare for him to be making you the one nervous so how could he just give in?

“I would but I just don’t see me gaining anything from it,” he said with a shrug.

“Fine!” You gave in, bouncing in place just once as if to further prove your point, “I’ll help you go out with Yuna.”

“Perfect. Alright so Beomgyu doesn’t really have a type. Just someone pretty with a sense of humor,” he said, looking you up and down.

“That’s me,” you smiled hopefully while pointing at yourself with your thumb.

“Um sure,” he said just to annoy you because he likes when you get mad at him, especially right now that he’s drunk.

“Screw you,” you lightly hit his leg but he just smiled wanting to push you even further. “Don’t you wish.”

“Soobin, how drunk are you? 1-10?” You asked suddenly that he reacted on impulse and gave you the answer.

“8.5?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said with a little scoff.

His brows furrowed, “Why?”

“Because where’s my shy bunny friend?” You asked jokingly.

“I’m not shy with you anymore…” he said and he noticed now that the head buzz was slowly leaving and he could focus more, “You just scare me but not in a bad way.”

“How—“ “Y/n! Are you ready?”

“You’re leaving?” You asked looking up at Taehyun, your dear friend who drove you to this party tonight. He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got class early tomorrow.”

“Ugh, fine let’s go.” You said with a sigh as you began to stand up.

“Wait Y/n…” Soobin shook his head and you could make out the redness in his cheeks from drinking as he held your wrist to keep you in place, “We’re not done talking. I don’t want to be aloneeeee.”

“Text me.”

“Okay.”

To clear things up, you and Soobin are friends but you aren’t friends. You see each other occasionally and during that single class you share, you sit near each other and partner up when necessary. You’re more of a ‘we randomly ran into each other so we’re gonna talk like crazy for a couple weeks before we drift apart’ type of friends’ You’re occasional friends who happened to run into each other at the party last weekend and just so happened to spend a lot of that time drunk and scheming.

“So I told her, I said, ‘Ma’am… we don’t have that shirt in that size and if we did it would be out on display’ and then she was like ‘Well let me speak to the manager because I don’t believe you’ and I turned around and said, ‘I am a manager’ then she threw the shirt at me and stormed out!” Kai was going on a tangent. He just got off work and he’s been talking your ear off over the awful shift he had. You and Yuna just listened to him rant and get it out of your system.

You were meeting tonight with your coworkers slash friends, Yuna and Kai. You worked at a streetwear shop that sold mostly graphic tees and things like cargo pants but it was a fun place to be at. It was a big store so the three of you were all managers, unfortunately that meant you very rarely get to work the same shifts together but you’ve gotten close lately.

Soobin found out you worked with Yuna because of the time he stopped into the shop. He had recognized her right away from one of his lectures but when he saw the two of you laugh together it didn’t take him long to tell you two were friends. He didn’t know that you were currently having dinner with her and Kai until he called you.

“Hello?” You answered as you slapped Kai’s hand away from your slice of pizza that he was trying to take since it was the last piece.

“Ow!” Kai yelled louder than he needed to and laughed as he lunged for Yuna’s plate only for them two to begin a slapping war. You rolled your eyes as you waited for Soobin to speak, “What?”

“What are you doing right now?” He asked as he sat in his bedroom waiting for you to get back. He was voted and the other night you two were talking so he wanted to know if you had any plans. He just wanted to hang out with someone and for some reason it just so happened to you.

“I’m having pizza with Yuna and Kai” You said, rolling your eyes at your two friends who were still fighting. Yuna was trying hard to get Kai to let go of her pizza slice while Kai tried shoving it in his face only to annoy her now. It wasn’t even about the pizza anymore.

“Yuna?” Soobin sat up immediately, “Where? I’ll meet you guys there. Shit, I’ll even invite Beomgyu.”

“Are you crazy? It’s too soon,” you said louder than you expected and the two you were with stopped fighting to stare.

“Who are you talking to?” Yuna asked as she finally shoved Kai back and took a big bite of her slice.

“Soobin, he asked if you guys wanted to hang out,” You said with a sigh as you heard Soobin cheer from the other end of the phone.

“Let’s go to the Arcade!” Kai shouted loud enough for Soobin to hear and he immediately agreed, “Taehyun’s gonna be so jealous he ditched us to go clubbing.”

“I highly doubt that,” you said as you hung up the phone once the plans were made.

The three of you left for the arcade and three guys met up with you there after some time. You looked between Soobin and Beomgyu and Yeonjun. You were familiar with all of them just seeing them around campus and such but you didn’t talk to the others as frequently as you talked to Soobin. Yeonjun was a fashion major and the department office was next to the Art office so you’ve seen him in passing before. He’s asked for help making posters for whatever fashion show they’re doing at the moment and you’re usually the one to help.

He gave you the typical bro handshake like you were one of the guys, “I didn’t know you were friends with Soobin.”

“Friends in the loosest term,” you joked, making Soobin gasp dramatically.

“Now that’s cold, we’re friends Y/n,” he said with an annoyed scoff as he narrowed his eyes at you, “How do you know each other?”

“Just saw each other around before,” Yeonjun said with a shrug. Soobin looked skeptical as he stared between you two and finally turned to Beomgyu, “Gyu this is Y/n and her friends.”

All of you awkwardly introduced yourselves and moved along.

“Y/n get your ass over here and play air hockey with me!” Kai shouted as he dragged you by the back of your shirt. Soobin took you by the arm basically making a tug-of-war, “Oh actually, Y/n said she’s never won a game of Zombie Apocalypse and you know who has? Beomgyu.”

“Huh?” You said before Soobin’s face scrunched up practically telling you to go along with him, “Oh yeah, I always get ate the fuck up.”

“Well now it's my mission to teach you how to survive,” Beomgyu said dramatically.

“Yuna, let’s play air hockey then, it’s four players, you guys in?” Kai asked Soobin and Yeonjun after you and Beomgyu left.

“I didn’t realize you’re the Y/n Soobin always talks about,” Beomgyu said when the two of you got into the gaming booth where you sit inside with play guns and a large screen showing the game. Your brows furrowed.

“Soobin talks about me?” You asked as you swiped your playing card and held the gun, “Oh my god, he talks shit about me, doesn’t he?”

Beomgyu laughed as the game began and zombies started coming forward slowly, “No, he doesn’t. He just brings you up every now and then so I always wondered about you.”

He was being honest, Soobin did talk about you sometimes so he got curious. He’s also seen you around campus before and he thinks you’re pretty he’s just never thought more on it since he didn’t have a reason to. When Soobin invited him out tonight he blindly agreed not expecting you to be here since his friend never elaborated. Imagine his surprise when he sees you greet Soobin and then it turns into a big group outing. Soobin must’ve read his mind or something because he was very quick to throw you two at each other—not that he minds, not at all.

Soobin was ecstatic and honestly you should be too. Despite his shy nature at first, Soobin definitely knows his way around girls, it just takes him a while to get comfortable. When he first found out you were hanging out with Yuna he immediately got excited and he pushed you toward Beomgyu the second you got here. He works fast and that’s why he’s ecstatic but he’s also deeply regretting his decision.

He should’ve made sure you were close to offer him help when he needed it but you ran off with Beomgyu without a second thought and okay sure, that’s his fault but how could you? How could you just leave him to fend for himself and go have your fun, and from the looks of it you were just having the best of time running around with Beomgyu.

“What’s your deal?” Yeonjun asked after watching Soobin glare at you and Beomgyu as he handed you a bear he just won.

Yuna was across from him playing ping pong and he was too distracted to even notice. He looked at Yeonjun, “Huh?”

“Oh, um,” Soobin looked around, “Give me a second, I’ll be right back.”

You had been waiting for Beomgyu to come back with drinks for you two when Soobin came over to your side. His hand barely grazed your back but it was enough to have you screaming and about two seconds away from hitting.

“It’s just me!” Soobin yelled, letting his hand go down to your waist for support, “Soobin.”

His touch was soft but warm and it was hard for you to not notice the way he kept his hand there despite having your attention.

“Oh my god, well you don’t sneak up on someone like that!” You said holding a hand to your chest moving away from his hold. He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, it’s not my fault you get spooked easily.”

“Don’t test me,” you said and for some reason that brought a mischievous smile to his lips.

“Why? What would you do to me?” He asked, taking a step closer as you rolled your eyes deciding to ignore him.

“Anyways, what do you want?”

“Oh I need you back there. I can’t talk to Yuna, I’m too nervous,” he said, making you scoff.

He looked down at you, “I’m nervous.”

A deep sigh left your lips as you pinched your brow in a small sign of frustration, “You’ve been talking about this for weeks. You got it.”

“I know, but uh, here’s the thing,” Soobin scratched at the top of his hair shyly, “Um… you know the idea of uh, the idea of… having a crush on someone is just uh, it’s just a lot more fun than actually going and doing something about it. Y'know?”

You gave him a blank stare, “No, I don’t know, you’re the one who asked to meet up since you found out I was with Yuna.”

He picked up on a hint of annoyance in your voice. He cleared his throat looking to the group he left behind where Yuna was now just talking with Kai and Yeonjun. He licked his dry lips, “I just mean, I thought I liked her but now the thought of actually asking her out just doesn’t seem all that great.”

You gave a single nod as if trying to understand him and he looked down at you hopefully. He towers over you but you’ve got this mean mug that gets him every time and he would be lying if he said you didn’t intimidate him at times. Like right now.

“So what you’re saying right now is that you’ve spent the last two weeks talking my ear off about the girl you like only for you to not do anything about it?” You asked, looking a little more annoyed than before. Soobin’s blank puppy face wasn’t doing anything to help his case no matter how cute he looked and with parted lips in surprise he nodded his head in response.

Another deep sigh left your lips as you turned away, “What happened to that confident guy at the party?”

“Well, I was feeling a lot more confident talking to you,” Soobin said pointing an accusatory finger at you, “But you just had to bail on my and go find Beomgyu.”

“Um excuse me, you’re the one who pushed me to Beomgyu,” You told him, “You were so eager to get things moving and now you regret it?”

“Yeah bu—“

“Hey Bin,” Beomgyu said as he handed you a drink and offered a third to him, “I saw you here so I brought you a drink. What are you guys talking about?”

“About how Y/n is the meanest person in the world,” Soobin said with an angry pout.

“I think you’re nice,” Beomgyu said with a shrug.

“Don’t compliment Y/n!” Soobin yelled and you nudged him from the back because what was he thinking? Isn’t the whole point of this that Beomgyu falls for you and Yuna falls for him?

“Only I can,” he muttered under his breath, “Kidding.”

Beomgyu just looked at him suspiciously as he made an excuse to go back to Yuna.

“What’s got you in a mood?” Taehyun asked looking at Soobin who had this obvious pout on his face, “Y/n.”

“Ah, so you’re jealous,” Taehyun said, as he stood behind the register of the store you worked at. Soobin had stopped by to see if Yuna was around but he ended up looking for you instead.

“A little.” Soobin said without a thought. He shook his head, “Wait no, not like that. I meant like, I’m jealous of Y/n, not jealous because of her.”

“Why? Y/n sucks,” Taehyun said casually like they were discussing the weather.

“Because Y/n was talking to Beomgyu and she just made it look so easy,” Soobin said and he honestly doesn’t get it. It’s not usually so hard for him to get a girl, he doesn’t usually have to work for it. Yes, he’s quiet at first and can get overwhelmed but if he puts his mind on someone there’s no doubt he can get them.

Why is he struggling being around Yuna when he’s supposedly into her?

“Oh so you’re jealous of Beomgyu?” Taehyun asked.

“No! Listen, Y/n just…” Soobin started.

“I just what?” You asked so suddenly he screamed. Soobin turned around facing the entrance of the store where you and Yuna walked in from.

“You don’t work today,” Taehyung said with a scowl as he looked at you two, “Unless you plan on clocking in and letting me leave early.”

“No, not planning that at all,” you said before lifting your hands which were full of shopping bags, “We were shopping and decided to come say hi.”

You looked toward Soobin, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh uh, I just, I wanted to see if Yuna was here, I was gonna stop by and say hi,” Soobin said looking toward her. You just nodded leaving the two to it as you joined Taehyun to see if there was someone the two of you can talk shit about for a few minutes.

“The other night was fun,” Yuna said as she and Soobin stood off to the side somewhere in the store. He smiled, “Yeah.”

“Y/n and Beomgyu seemed to hit it off, right?” Yuna asked, trying to make conversation with him. Soobin just nodded looking over to where you and Taehyun talked.

“You think so?” Soobin asked with a clear of his throat as he looked back at her, “What’s Y/n’s type, anyway?”

Don’t ask him why he was curious because he doesn’t know. He just remembers when you asked him if Yuna was his type and he never asked you if Beomgyu was yours. If you asked him now if Yuna was his type he would once again say not really. She’s not his ideal type but he liked her because she was cute. He wanted to know if Beomgyu was your type or if you too were only into him because of his looks.

“Um, I don’t really know,” Yuna said with a shrug, “I’ve never really asked, why?”

“Just… you know, Y/n’s a lot to handle,” he said making her smile.

“Yeah, Y/n likes things done her way so she usually takes the lead. I guess I would say someone who’s okay following her around and being told what to do,” Yuna said only half joking.

Soobin was taken back, now he might be mistaken.

He might seriously be mistaken but that’s him, right? Practically!

He would follow Y/n around if she asked him to.

Wait, what?

“Why?”

“Huh?” Soobin asked, looking completely dumbfounded, “Oh um, just curious.”

“About?” You asked coming up behind him, making him scream just like he did early. You rolled your eyes, “Jeez, why are you so jumpy today?”

“Are you going to see Beomgyu again?” He blurred out making your brows scrunch in confusion.

Beomgyu was cute, he was really cute and you had fun with him the other night but how could Soobin expect you to know the answer right now? You haven’t even talked to Beomgyu since then and that was already a couple days ago. You can’t tell if he’s into you or not and despite following each other on social media neither one of you reached out to the other.

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly and he smacked his lips in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

Yuna excused herself when Taehyun called for her and suddenly it was just you two and neither one of you made a move to leave. You nudged his arm softly, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“No,” He said while doing it again and you scoffed.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself to ask, “Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I thought it went good with Yuna but you’ve been acting weird now,” you said in a whisper as you took a step toward him, “Are you not into her anymore?”

“I don’t know!” His voice rose as he took another step closing the gap between you even more, “I mean… I don’t know. No?”

“No? What are you talking about? I thought the whole point was that you would go out with Yuna and I would try it out with Beomgyu,” you said and he just huffed.

“I don’t want you to try anything out with Gyu,” he rushed out without meaning to. He looked just as confused by what he said as you did. He took a deep breath, “I’ll see you in class?”

Your brows furrowed, “Wait what?”

He was already walking away as you called for him, “Soobin, you’re leaving already?”

He didn’t respond and you looked at the others very confused.

You don’t understand what just happened. Soobin seemed… he seemed jealous almost? He kept asking you about Beomgyu and the other night at the arcade too, he just interrupted you two and left Yuna behind as he thirdwheeled you instead. On top of that, you’re not sure how you feel about the fact that he might be jealou.

Were you overthinking it? What if that’s not how he meant to come off at all and you’re just overthinking it?

You also can’t seem to fathom the way your breath hitched when he had gotten closer to basically tell you he didn’t want you to get close to Beomgyu. You’ve never thought of him this way but even you can’t deny the fact that Soobin is hot. He’s making you feel things from the way he’s acting and you don’t know if you have a right to feel this way.

If he hadn’t stormed off maybe you would be able to understand better about why he’s not so sure about Yuna anymore. Did this mean she was out of the question? Did Yuna develop anything for him yet and if so what did that mean for your growing feelings?

You just need him to give you one little sign on how he’s feeling.

Soobin was young and confused, so what did a typical young and confused person do on a Friday night at some college party? Get drunk.

Yup, they get drunk and that’s exactly what Soobin is planning to do because for some reason he can’t get you out of his head. He doesn’t even know how this happened when just a couple weeks ago he only saw you as a friend. He thought he was into Yuna for fuck’s sake!

When did you become the center of his attention?

Well, Soobin knows when. It’s when he introduced you to his beloved friend Beomgyu. For some reason that bothered him a bit and he didn’t even realize it at first. Also, it was completely his fault! He shouldn’t have introduced you to each other but he honestly thought nothing of it. At first you were just a friend asking him for a favor and it became a trade.

The thing that really made him realize his mistake was the night of the arcade. He hung out with Yuna and the others yet the entire time he thought about you. He would look over and catch you laughing over something Beomgyu said and he just wanted to know what was so damn funny. He can make you laugh too.

A feeling began to set in his chest and when he went on social media and saw that the two of you were following each other now he only became more annoyed because what would you be talking about when he’s not around?

He wondered if the two of you were talking as much as he talked to you.

It wasn’t until the day at the store that he realized what was the problem. He didn’t want you to give attention to Beomgyu. He wanted it all for himself. He spent months being shy around you and not being able to get closer to you sooner that it annoyed the shit out of him because it was so easy for Beomgyu to get your attention!

It just got him thinking on this bus ride to the party tonight. He thought; Well, I just have to try harder to get Y/n back, right?

At the party he needed liquid courage to even face you but he would definitely go find you some time tonight. Yeonjun laughed at the way Soobin threw himself down on the random couch against the wall, “Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” Soobin said as he threw back his head and took another drink from his cup, “Have you seen Y/n?��

“Yeah, right there,” Yeonjun said waving at you as you made your way over with Kai next to you. Good, at least you weren’t talking to Beomgyu. Soobin loves his friend, but if anyone should be with you, it’s him, right? Beomgyu doesn’t even know anything about you! And okay, maybe Soobin doesn’t know much about each but at least he’s been to your place! Who cares if it was to study or do a project.

He did the unthinkable as you got closer. He reached out an arm to touch your waist and just like that he was pulling you onto his lap.

“Soobin,” you whined as you tried to get up but he didn’t let you.

“There’s nowhere else to sit, Y/n,” Soobin said in a deep voice that had you looking at him and his dark eyes. Confident Soobin was back.

His eyes didn’t tear away from your face as you looked around and he was right, there really was no room elsewhere.

“I’m heavy,” you complained, still trying to see if there was a way out of this before your mind started playing tricks on you again by making you think Soobin might like you.

“Where else do you plan on sitting then?” He asked with an amused smile as he looked around. He wasn’t worried for his friend Beomgyu who seemed content talking to the group he’s hanging with and Yuna was here too but off somewhere else. His little schoolboy crush on her was over the second he realized you might slip away from him. He’s not going to let you go.

You gave up on arguing with him over it and made yourself comfortable on his lap, feet barely touching the floor from the length of his legs that kept you up. Soobin’s arms were around your waist the entire time too as if making it clear you weren’t going anywhere. Maybe you both were a little too tipsy to focus on this sudden shift between you two but neither one of you was going to back down.

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Kai said as he cut through the crowd of people to get to you, “Wanna play beer pong?”

“Right now?” You asked as you looked down at the hand that was on your waist wondering if Soobin would move it away but instead he fully wrapped it around your front securing you even more to his lap.

“Where’s Yuna?” Soobin asked and you felt your heart drop just a fraction at the thought that he would prefer her. He took you by surprise when he said, “I’m sure she’d join you, Kai.”

Kai looked down at the two of you with skeptical eyes, “What’s up with you guys?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Soobin beat you to it, “I want Y/n’s attention.”

Yeonjun audibly gagged as Kai scrunched up his face cringing. Even you looked slightly taken back as you turned to look at him but Soobin just gave you that lazy drunken smile of his. Yeonjun stood, “Alright I’m leaving.”

Kai joined him and when it was just you two on the couch you made a move to get off his lap but he didn’t let you. You knew Soobin was strong because the guy worked out twice a day but whew, when he actually shows you his strength it takes you by surprise. You laughed nervously as you placed your hands over his, “Let me sit.”

“Why? I’m not comfortable enough for you?” Soobin asked with a teasing smile as he felt you relax in his hold again. He couldn’t help himself as he said, “Would you prefer Gyu over me?”

You scoffed with a laugh, “Is that what this has been about? You’re jealous?”

“A little,” he said honestly, “Don’t want you paying attention to anyone but me.”

“Really? Shouldn’t you be saying that to Yuna?” You asked and he stopped to think about it.

He remembers when you came up to him asking about Beomgyu. At first he was surprised but he was a little too drunk to feel anything. He remembers telling you to get him with Yuna but now he wonders if it’s because he really did like the girl or because you showed interest in someone else.

“I want your attention, not hers,” he said and he was being honest, “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Do you prefer Gyu over me?” He asked, looking you in the eyes now as you laughed, shaking your head no.

“No, I don’t. You’re confusing me though,” you told him and he sighed.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” Soobin asked with a sigh as he ran a nervous hand through his hair, “I’m into you, Y/n.”

You nearly choked as you stared at him with wide eyes, “Since when?”

“I don’t know, a while? I just didn’t want to say it,” Soobin said, “And I’ll be honest with you. I always thought you were pretty hot but we were friends, y’know? You came to me about Beomgyu and I thought nothing of it and told you about Yuna, but I never… well I just thought she was cute. I think I only said that because you said something about Beomgyu.”

You took a deep breath as he continued, “But then I couldn’t stop thinking about you with him and I realized that I really hated the idea of you two because where would that leave me?”

He looked away from you a little embarrassed now that he’s realized the alcohol in his system was slowly slipping away along with his confidence. He couldn’t face you but he could tell your expression. Your lips were parted in surprise and your brows were furrowed in confusion, yet… you weren’t mad.

“Soobin,” you sighed, making him look down at his hands as one rested on your thigh, “I think, I think I feel the same.”

It was still a little confusing because not that long ago you considered him a distant friend. If this was happening now it’s still something foreign to you both but neither of you seemed completely against the idea of being something more.

He took you by surprise as he laughed, “Fuck.”

You looked at him as he ran his fingers through his blond hair once again, “I really want to kiss you right now, just to… um… I just want to try it.”

“So do it,” you found yourself saying and he looked at you with doe eyes trying to see if it’s what you really wanted. When you didn’t take back what you said he nodded. Without wasting another second your jaw warmed with his touch. He was pulling your face toward his and your lips touched suddenly.

He breathed out through his nose, sighing at the feel of your soft lips. His head tilted to one side as you shifted on his lap just slightly to kiss him better. He kept one hand on your waist but the other made its way to your hair keeping you in place as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You looked at each other through glossed over lustful gazes. A lazy smile appeared on his face before he smashed his lips against yours again. He dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against your lips and it took you by surprise. Usually you were the one telling Soobin what to do but he clearly had no problem initiating the kiss. You leaned forward, back arching a little as you planted the palm of your hand flat on his thigh feeling the muscle underneath.

A loud scream pierced through your ears and you nearly jumped out of Soobin’s hold accidentally nipping his bottom lip with your teeth. He hissed at the pain and was surprised by the fact that it made him blush when you did it. He looked up at you as you looked in the direction that the scream came from.

Taehyun stood there with Beomgyu and he looked completely shocked, “You! What—Did I just,” he rubbed his eyes as if he was waking up from a dream, “Did they just kiss?”

“I think the term is made out,” Beomgyu said, not looking bothered by this at all, “And on a stranger’s couch at that.”

“You know, I had a feeling something was going on,” he said to Taehyun, “The day of the arcade Soobin was talking about Y/n so much to me but then when we hung out he kept interrupting. I just knew something was up.”

That would explain why he never reached out to you after the arcade day. You awkwardly moved off Soobin’s lap as he relaxed into the couch and man spread his legs, “Yeah, I know. My bad.”

He didn’t even look apologetic because now he was too giddy about the fact that you kissed him, bit him too. He licked at the small cut on his lip now from when you bit him and smirked, “Sue me, I didn’t want you alone with Y/n after all.”

“I’m so confused,” you said suddenly as you looked at them all before landing your eyes on Taehyun, “And why’d you scream? You made me bite Soobin.”

“I kinda liked it,” Soobin mumbled in embarrassment as he blushed trying to hide his smile.

Taehyun and Beomgyu both gagged, “You two are sick. You ruined my drunk and now I have drunk even more to get it back.”

Soobin stood up with a huff, “Fine, we’ll leave, how about that?”

“We will?” You asked as you took his outstretched hand that helped you up. He nodded with a smile.

You’re not sure what happened in between leaving the party and finding yourself on Soobin’s bed but here you were, sitting across from each other. Music played quietly in the background and he had those typical LED lights on to a shade of dark purple.

“Do you regret it?” He asked you as he played with the end of your shorts as your legs splayed over his , “Or would you do it again?” He looked up at you with curious puppy eyes that he somehow made hot.

You knew he was talking about the kiss and his shy nature seemed to come back now that it was just you two but it didn’t conceal his lustful gaze. You didn’t say anything for a moment and finally inched closer to him. He didn’t need much of an answer when you pressed your lips to his once more and there was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it, dipping his head low. You straightened your back hoping to get closer to him, your hands going to his thighs for support.

You still sat across from each other but Soobin was reaching for your hips to pull you even closer in front of him.

“Wanna keep going?” You asked, letting your hand slip down from his neck to his chest. He nodded into the kiss letting you take the lead as your fingers ran over his pecs and abs. He doesn’t care who takes control as long as you don’t stop touching him. His hands slid down to your spine, slipping his fingers under your shirt just a little bit. Your legs were crossed with his as you sat facing each other to kiss and Soobin towered over you just a bit. Your tongue slipped into his mouth massaging against his making him breathe heavily through his nose so he wouldn’t have to pull away.

You released a small grunt as it became hard to breathe and leaned back to pull away. Soobin released a quiet groan as he followed your lips making your back arch into him. Finally you held him by the shoulders and pulled back with a laugh, “Jeez, didn’t know you wanted to kiss me that bad.”

He laughed lightly, “Neither did I.”

You watched the way he slumped back in the bed using his hands to hold himself up, legs stretched out around you. Soobin looked extremely… sexy. You moved onto your knees as you leaned over him to connect your lips again.

He kissed you back hungrily as one of your hands came up to touch his chest before descending down his and again. He sucked in his stomach unintentionally as you traveled your finger down it toward the hem of his jeans all the while still making out. He brought a hand up to cup your face as he felt your fingers tug at his buttoned up jeans. He let you unzip them and lower them as much as possible in his current position.

You’re not surprised to see that he’s hard, considering you haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other for some time now. You’ve also been drinking and kissing.

You struggled to tug his briefs down barely getting them under his member and having to dig your hand into them. You finally slipped your hand over his member, relishing in the size of him as your palm ran over his tip.

His mouth formed an 'O' shape against yours at the first feel of your fingertip running along his tip already feeling some slick m. Soobin let his head fall back as he focused on the feel of your hand.

"Fuck," he groaned feeling your hand stroke his member upwards, tightening a little more at the base, before softening along his head. Focusing on his top you circled your fingers around the part under the head before stroking it with your palm.

“Does it feel good?” you asked as you brought your other hand down under his cock, massaging his balls. He gave up on control for just one second and fell back on the bed only using his elbows to keep him up. His head was thrown back as he mumbled blissfully, “Feels good.”

A groan fell from his lips as you pulled your hands away from his aching length and he looked at you displeased with wet swollen lips.

You didn’t say anything as you sat back on your haunches and reached for the end of your shirt before pulling it off swiftly. Soobin was frozen for a second as he took in the size of your chest. Another groan caught in his throat when you got up just enough to pull down your shorts and kick them off. You looked at Soobin and without another second wasted he tugged off his own clothing until he was naked. You sat pretty between his legs admiring his abs and talk figure. His eyes down your body, mouth going dry and cock twitching when you lowered yourself down toward it.

His breath hitched as you wrapped a hand around his base and took him in your mouth. Your little handjob should’ve been enough teasing, you just wanted to get him off. It didn’t take long for Soobin to set a pace of thrusting into your mouth lightly, feeling the way your tongues licked up his length each time you would pull.

Your hand jerked off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and when he touched the back of your throat it only made more saliva spill out.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Soobin moaned as his eyes squeeze shut, his abs flexed in intense pleasure as he tried holding off just a little longer but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” string of curse words left his lips as he released down your throat suddenly and you just swallowed it up. He breathed heavily as you slowly made your way off so as to not overstimulate him but you could see that he never lost his erection despite cumming down your throat.

You got up to kiss him softly, “You did so good, baby boy, and still so hard.”

He groaned into your mouth, he tried very hard to let you lead that moment but now he’s ready for his turn. He swiftly pulled you down to the bed until you were laying down and he was sitting on your side. You looked at him with soft eyes and took off your bra without him even needing to ask.

Soobin thought you looked like a nice little plaything for him right now. His hand ran between your breasts sliding across your left and squeezing just enough to feel the weight of them. You took a deep breath as he ran a thumb over your nipple.

It felt good to have his big hand touching your tits but what had you withering was his other hand which made its way between your legs and under your panties.

“So pretty,” he mumbled through pouty lips as his eyes scanned your naked body, tugging down your underwear until you were fully undressed too. His middle finger ran along your folds making sure to spread your slick around and coating your clit with it. You watched as he brought his mouth down to the mound of your breast, a hand pinching a nipple and another touching your wet pussy.

“Soobin,” you gasped feeling his lips circle around the hardened bud of your breast and suck lightly all the while the hand on your cunt began to rub your clit at a faster pace. You were so close and you can see his hardened dick bobbing, begging for friction. Your lips drew apart as his middle finger began to push into your entrance, hips bucking trying to get him in deeper.

He looked up at you, tongue flicking your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast. His hand toyed with your wetness using it as an aid for an easier push of his finger into your heat. The whimpering mess you left him earlier was gone and back was a confident Soobin who knew what he was doing.

He knew you were getting close from the way your walls tightened around his finger and it made him want to stretch you further. His tongue never stopped wrapping around your nipple and tugging at it with his teeth pushing moan after moan out of you. With the stimulation of his mouth on your tits and his finger pushing through your folds to join his middle finger, you felt very close.

Your hips began to shake and Soobin sped up his thrusts making sure to curl his fingertips and push against that soft spot that had you moaning out his name. Soon enough he felt your walls tighten just before the warmth of your release coated his fingers. Not once did he stop kissing your tits and you quite literally had to pull him up by his hair to get him off.

You focused your attention on evening out your breathing as Soobin got up for a second and rummaged through a drawer. When he came back to you he patted your thigh, “Turn around.”

You were a little surprised by his deep and intimidating demeanor but did as told anyway as you rolled onto your stomach watching as he tore into the condom wrapper and managed to slide it onto his hard cock himself. Still stroking his member he crawled back onto the bed before pulling your thighs up so that your ass was more in the air and you fixed yourself into the right position, face in a pillow.

Soobin bit into his bottom lip to suppress a loud moan as he pushed the tip into your entrance. You released a moan blissfully at the stretch of his cock pushing through a familiar ring of nerves. He’s been waiting for this and he knows he won’t last long at al. That was only more reason for him to get rough.

He might let you tell him what to do and give him attitude any other time, and he might’ve let you take the lead tonight but if he’s in your pussy then he’s the one in control. He has no problem following you around like a good puppy but if he’s balls deep in your cunt then he’s going to get a little too eager to be pliant.

You moaned into the pillow as he fucked you from behind. He dropped down over your back so that you were pressed into his chest and fucked you like a man in heat.

“Oh fuck, baby,” the pet name slipped out but you weren’t opposed to the term at all. Actually, it made you lean your head back to meet his and throw an arm around his neck to make him kiss you from behind.

“I’m so close, baby,” you said back and he nearly growled into your ear, “Fucking me so good.”

The praise got to him as he slammed his hips into yours swallowing your loud cries of pleasure with his tongue down your throat.

Just like that, your body trembled as he felt your release threatening to push him out. He pulled away from the kiss to drop his head down on your shoulder and came into the condom.

It took you both some time to calm down, Soobin peeled his sweaty body away from yours, lips gulping dryly as he stared up at the ceiling still coming down from his orgasm. His mouth was dry, his eyes stung and his blond hair stuck, his forehead drenched in sweat. He was living proof of a man who just had the fuck of his life. When he was actually able to swallow and breathe properly he moved off of you, hand on your thigh as he helped you onto your back.

The bed dipped as he fell onto it next to you and your eyes met. The sex fueled haze has disappeared and all that was left was two laughing friends as he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Come here,” you mumbled, lifting an arm up and he crawled into the small space and hugged you from the front. His face rested on your bare chest as his tall figure huddled around you.

“I never knew you can get so rough,” you said with a small giggle that had him hiding his face in embarrassment.

“Did you like it?” He asked, throwing an arm around your side, “In bed, I mean. I would never be mean or rough on you anywhere else.”

You just smiled, “I liked it, you can be a little mean to me if you want to.”

He shook his head with furrowed brows as if the idea was so beyond his comprehension on why he would want to be mean to you.

Now he remembers when you asked him if ‘cute’ was his type and how he said he prefers them a little mean. He didn’t realize then but he was referring to you and despite your usual cold nature, you were surprisingly warm during sex and he liked both sides of you.

“You like me, right?” He asked suddenly, “I don’t have to worry about you leaving me for someone else, right?”

“Yes Bin, I like you and I wouldn’t leave you for someone else.”

“Not Beomgyu, right? I mean, he’s a total brat y’know,” Soobin began, “He would never do what you say.”

“And you would?” You asked him, making him nod his head.

“I always do what you say,” he admitted, trying to make sure you realized he’s totally fine with you telling him what to do as long as you praised him too.

He wanted you to know that despite getting a little rough during your fuck, he will still very willingly let you take the lead in the relationship. It was perfect for him, he could let loose and have sex with you while also just following everything you do and not think. He just wants someone who will tell him what to do.

“So then when should we go out?” You asked and he smiled shyly now. He kissed your collarbone, hand already rubbing at your sides as if the thought of actually going out for him aroused again.

“Tomorrow, early morning.”

“What do we tell the others when they ask about earlier?” You asked now and he rolled his eyes.

“That we’re seeing each other,” he said using that same voice he did when he was hitting it from behind, not the shy tone but the firm one that let you know that’s how it was gonna go.

His continuous switch from letting you decide and him being the one to make decisions was sending you in a spiral but you liked it too. He’s clearly a good match for you when you’re exactly the same.

Maybe he really was in front of you the whole time.

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so cute - anton lee x reader

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME RN…. okay i’m having a moment shut up i can’t sleep. this is completely self indulgent and writing for fun so whooooooops

warnings- none just fluff and goofy. idol! anton. photography major! reader. (i am not a photography major so pls um bare w me) THIS IS ALSO REALLY CLICHE SO I AM SORRY i also have no idea what tags to use :( so if you are on riize tumblr PLS HELP ME IN MY INBOX WITH TAGS

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MASTERLIST

when you sat down after you ordered you got all your stuff organized. you had a plan to meet your friend to study together at a small but sweet boba shop. a lot of college students would come and go and half the fun of studying was procrastinating and choosing to people watch instead.

your friend was late and so you were left to fend for yourself. which was okay, it didn’t bother you. you got a little lost in thought and didn’t even notice the gaggle of boys walk in.

you didn’t even notice when the second cashier called up your order and you skipped over to pick it up. it tasted sweet and made you smile.

the way you set up your table looked really nice so you took a couple steps away from your chair to take a photo, not for class. just for fun.

your notes and laptop looked like those aesthetic posts on pinterest and the view outside the window was not the worst for a parking lot. you looked down at your phone and frowned, maybe the flash would help?

you went to get in position again when a guy totally bumped into you. sending both of you crashing onto the floor!

when you sat up you saw all his friends almost sprint out of the shop laughing, you looked down, eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry! here let me help you up!” you stood up and put your hands out. he was quiet and took your hands. you bent over and picked up his thankful pre-poked boba, nothing spilled thank goodness!

“are you okay?” you asked, handing his drink to him. it was a little hard to tell or read him as he was wearing a mask, there was only so much you could read with his eyes.

your head turned to the side trying to get an answer out of him. eventually he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. did this boy hit his head too hard?

“it was my fault! i was walking backwards while talking and i didn’t see you i’m sorry…” the boy was very soft spoken and it took you by surprise. a lot of people you met in college were a little outspoken.

you smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood, “it’s okay it was an accident!”

“you fell pretty hard on your knees, are you okay?” he asked, noticing that they looked pretty scuffed.

“oh! i’m okay. don’t worry about it.” you went to grab your bag which softened the blow of your fall.

“is your phone okay? if it’s broken i can help pay for the damages…”

that was sweet of him…

you looked at your phone and saw the crack in the screen protector, “it’s a little cracked but it’s just the screen protector! it’s fine! if anyone asks i can tell them about this.” you laughed a little and looked at him again, “my friend’s gonna wish she wasn’t late…!”

you heard the boy laugh a little, “i still feel bad for tripping over you and ruining your photo, can i do anything to make up for it?”

“there’s no need to feel bad!” you said quickly- waving you hands back and forth, “again it’s totally okay. you should probably get back to your friends though… they kinda ran off.”

you saw him look outside the window, scoffing a little, “i’m going to choose to ignore them.”

this made you laugh, it was a total 180 from his voice, it was cute.

“i’m y/n. i figure since we’re having a conversation it’s appropriate to introduce myself, since you’re not just falling over me and dipping.” you stuck your hand out again.

he looked at your hand and shook it, “anton.” his eyes curved which told you he was smiling. cute.

“um… your friend still isn’t here… can i sit with you?”

you nodded, might as well, it wasn’t like you were studying. he happily took a seat next to you.

“you’re in college right?”

you nodded, “mhm! photography major!” you opened a file and scooted your laptop to him. anton looked through your photos almost amazed.

“i’m trying to put together my portfolio right now actually. i’m hoping i’ll get a job soon.” you explained, leaning your head on your palm.

he practically perked up at this, “my friends and i need a photographer for our next show!”

“show?”

“ummmmmmmmmm.” anton scratched his neck, “yes. show. music. yaknow….”

you smiled, “honestly, if it pays well, i’d love to.”

he looked at you and nodded, really enthusiastically. you felt pride bubble in you for someone being so impressed by your work to offer you a job.

“can i get your number to get the details?” you asked, unlocking your phone, he was cute and even if the job didn’t work out, maybe a date would. you could hear his phone buzzing rapidly.

anton nodded again and put his information in, “text me your name n stuff and i’ll answer i promise.” he stood up, “i really need to get back to my friends they’re blowing up my phone… even though they ditched me…”

you laughed again, “no problem. i’ll text you!”

“yeah!” he was walking away from you smiling when he ran into the door awkwardly. almost like the scene of a movie. it was so cute.

he was so cute.

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — FIREWORKS AND FIRST KISSES

🩰 — choso & y/n attend a summer festival together as technically their first real date, but feelings and the summer heat kinda get the best of them.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, female anatomy describe, slice of life au, band member!choso, skater!choso, record shop worker!choso, extremely fast paced fic, tooth rotting fluff, kinda my own ossumption and characterization of modern choso, profanity, mentions of family drama, reader & choso making out, slight exhibitionism kinda, brief clit play, kinda, festival chapter yay, mentions of other characters: utahime, geto, maki, yuji, mimiko and nanako (whose aged down for plot purposes) | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

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It’s been a week since Choso admitted to having a crush on you and your mind still was running rapid about him telling you this. You’ve completely ignored the fact that he was crushing on you when you two would text or talk on the phone late at night. You adore how patient he was with you, even though you were sure he craved to hear your thoughts on the crushing situation—he didn’t pester you about a decision on if you like him back or not. 

He was so soft with you that it caused your stomach to fill with butterflies and your cheeks to radiate so much heat. Choso clouded your mind so heavily that even your little class of eight-year-old dancers could tell that you were thinking of someone. The innocent teasing of them claiming you have a boyfriend when they catch you staring off with a smile. Currently, Utahime is sticking a beautiful pink flower hairpin in your braids that was pulled back into a perfect bun.

“Your head has been in the clouds lately, are you okay?” Utahime questioned as she glanced in the mirror in front of your vanity. “I’ve noticed you dazing off when you practice.” 

“It’s nothing.” Your words tumble out so quickly that Utahime knew that was a lie. She finally managed to neatly place the hairpin in your hair before she glanced in the mirror at your reflection. 

“Is it that boy?” Utahime questioned. “It’s so strange because your mother always would say the same thing when she would space out. Just to find out she was daydreaming about your bonehead of a father,” Utahime chuckles before she motions for you to stand from the seat you were sitting in. 

You stood up smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from your attire before speaking, “He admitted to having a crush on me.” Your eyes glance down at the geta footwear that was on your feet before you glance at Utahime’s teasing smile. 

“That’s so cute, but he’s a nice guy. I met him when he first got hired at Suguru’s shop.” Utahime pointed out. “How do you feel about that? The last time you were serious with someone, it was that one guy. What was his name?”

“Naoya. I wouldn’t count that as anything serious. We didn’t really get anywhere. He just was a bed warmer after long hours in dance class.” Your shoulders shrug. “I don’t know, maybe we’re moving too fast.” Your words sting your own tongue even saying.

You liked Choso, you liked him more than you expected actually. He brought a smile to your face without you realizing it. He made you feel so alive that on some occasions you forgot to breathe. He was a breath of fresh air in your suffocating world of dance and you loved that. 

“Do you think you’re moving too fast or are you only saying that to consider self-sabotaging what you guys are growing into?” Utahime waltzs around you to ensure that your yukata is perfect. 

Which it was. The floral print and pastel pink shades complement your complexion wonderfully. You felt like a princess that just got pampered and frankly, you couldn’t wait to see the way Choso’s eyes light up brightly when he saw you.

“Maybe, I am self-sabotaging. I’m only here for three months before I have to return to the States for university.” You grabbed your clutch to place important things in it. “What’s the point of putting my all into something that could be temporary to the both of us.”

“You don’t know that Y/N,” Utahime says. “You don’t know if he views this as a temporary thing. You’re just overthinking.” She playfully slaps your shoulder. 

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your next words and your cheeks heats immediately seeing his name flash on your phone. Your thumb drags alongside the screen to answer the call and hearing Choso’s voice sent a nourishing quiver down your spine. 

“Hey, I’m outside. I was wondering if you wanted to walk to the festival together.” He then kisses his teeth. “I should have asked this earlier, but I was helping with the inventory at the shop, so I forgot.” He rambles on about his day of counting records for Suguru and your lips curve into a smile as you’re mouthing a farewell to Utahime and leaving the room. 

“I’m coming down now, just give me a couple of seconds.” 

You end the call and when you finally make it down, Choso is leaning against a wall waiting. The black kimono he wore hugged his figure nicely and displayed that whatever free time he had outside of being a responsible older brother, skateboarding, working in a record shop, and being in a band—he worked out. When his eyes landed on you, his smile grew bigger and his eyes glimmered while he closed the gap in between you. 

“Wow.” was the only thing he could utter as his dark eyes glossed over you one more time. He extends his arm for you to grab upon and you do immediately. “The festival isn’t that far away, so I hope you don’t mind if we walk. I just thought it would be nice to do so.” 

You smile at him while gripping his arm while walking, “I’m okay with that. I’m just glad to be spending time with you.” You look over at him and notice the tip of his ears immediately reddens at your words. “Does your ears always do that?” 

“When a pretty girl has me blushing, yup!” Choso bluntly admits as he walks in the direction of the festival. The two of you can already hear the loud music from different instruments. 

“That’s good to know. It means I’m doing a good job at winning you over.” You playfully nudge his side with a smile. “I’m glad you invited me to this, I would have been stuck being bored in Utahime’s place.” 

“They have a pretty cool firework show at the end and I thought it would be cool to watch it with you.” Choso smiles and now it was your turn to feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks steam with heat. 

You peek down at your shoes before speaking, “Then thank you again.” You quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek before continuing to walk. 

This time not only did his pierced ears illuminate a shade of red, but his cheeks also. You had a charm on the man and you knew it. “Did you ever talk to your brother? You guys left off on a sour note,” You pointed out as you glanced over at him. 

“He actually hasn't been home lately. Staying over at a friend's house because it’s closer to his internship,” Choso’s lips form a straight line as if he was trying to believe his own words. “But he’s supposed to be here tonight because he volunteered to work at one of the booths.”

“Well, I still think you guys should talk. It seems there's some tension between you two,” You point out. “But we don’t have to talk about it,” A comforting smile spreads across your face while you continue to walk. Your eyes look ahead seeing the decor for the festival bit by bit. 

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, it’s just when our mom just up and left leaving us with his grandfather—it took a toll on him when he was younger. He told me he saw her again when he was out with his friends and she completely ignored him.” Choso comment. “So, I feel like he’s doing this just to try to get her attention. Which he’s never going to get.” Choso sighs. 

A frown appears on your face hearing his words and you sigh, “I’m sure he’ll realize that she isn’t a good person.”

“But I just don’t want him to realize it when it’s too late,” Choso interjects and when you two finally make it to the entrance of the festival, the gloomy look that decorated his face disappears. “But on a lighter note, let’s have some fun.”  

You didn’t want to pester him anymore about the situation. You gave him a smile and let him guard you through the crowd at the festival. As you two ventured through vendor booths and food booths, Choso noticed Noritoshi holding the hands of Mimiko and Nanako while talking to this dark-haired girl who wore a royal blue kimono. 

“Choso!” Noritoshi yells while waving the hand he briefly detached from holding one of the twins. 

You approached the group with a smile and Noritoshi couldn’t help but return it. 

“Suguru, went to go find Satoru in this crowd of people and I’m stuck with the two lovely twins.” He motions to the twins who were gripping his attire completely shy since it was a certain stranger by you.

“Mimiko and Nanako, how’s dance class?” Choso bends over to their height to open his arms and let them run into them. He picked both of them up with ease. “You know, my friend here always is a dancer.”

“Really?” Nanako glances over at you and you wave at her but her shyness overcomes her again and she hides her face in the crook of Choso’s neck. 

“So, Choso. This is Maki, she's the newest employee at the shop and guess what? She’s a bassist player,” Noritoshi smiles at him. 

Maki adjusted her glasses on her face before waving, “Suguru told me you guys needed a bassist player,” Her voice trails off before speaking. “So, here we are. Do I need to like audition?”

Choso and Noritoshi share a look and you were expecting for them to say yes because that’s what bands do. They held auditions for members to join, but they shook their heads and let out a similar laugh. “No, if Suguru hired you, you got to be one hell of a player,” Choso answers. 

He places the twins back down, ruffling up their hair before looking at Noritoshi and Maki. “I’m going show Y/N around, text my phone.” He stops abruptly to give Noritoshi a warning look. A look that told Noritoshi to not call his phone at all while he showed you around. 

“Jeez, I get the memo. Remember you’re opening tomorrow, so don’t stay out too late.” Noritoshi’s eyebrows weary together. “Now, who wants taiyaki?” He asked the twins who cheered excitedly and grasped Maki’s hand to follow Noritoshi into the crowd of festival attendees. 

Now you and Choso were alone again to enjoy the festival, engaging in childish games at booths, and now enjoying food before the firework show to conclude the evening. You ate your food and soon you felt someone staring at you when you glanced up from your food, you met Choso’s alluring gaze as he tapped his silver ring-covered fingers on the table you sat. You swallowed the last bit of food that was in your mouth before speaking, “Is there something on my face?” You question while hands embarrassingly brushing anything off your face.

“You don’t have anything on your face, Y/N.” His lips swell into a smile before adding. “You’re just so beautiful.” He sighs happily and leans forward to pick up one of the dumplings from your food and pop one in his mouth. 

Your body grows hot and a tingling chill travels down your spine before clearing your throat and sipping at your throat. “Thank you. But I must remind you, if we want to have a nice spot for the fireworks show, we should hurry.” You glance at the time on your phone. 

Choso continued to eat as if your words went into one ear and exited out the other. He takes a bite out of his food and shrugs his shoulders, “I know a spot that has the best view of the fireworks. Don’t worry,” He flashes a comforting smile that causes you to ease in your seat—correction, make your whole body fill like a bowl of putty Geto’s twins possibly play with. 

“Special spot? I’m flattered, have you brought every one of your dates to this special fireworks viewing spot?” You ask. 

“No, I usually don’t go to these types of things. But I thought it would be romantic to take you,” He grins and you can’t help but return the smile. 

Choso finishes his food and tosses it in the trash closest to you before speaking again, “Do you have doubts that I’m actually interested in you?” His dark eyes that you tend to be afraid to gaze at look at you. 

“It’s not that.” You split your last dumpling in half—picking it up with your chopsticks and guiding it towards Choso’s mouth. He eagerly eats the half you offered and waits for your response. “It’s just I refuse to believe that you’re single or it’s not other girls in life or interested in you.” You eat the last bit of your food. 

Choso picked up your trash to throw away before finding his seat yet again. His fingers comb through his jet-black strands of hair, “Obviously, there are girls that are interested in me. That private message me on social media, and believe it or not—even a groupie or two. But they don’t pique my interest as much as you.” He explains.

He watches you chew at the straw of your drink before grabbing your free hand. Despite the summer heat that had you sweating in your attire, the coolness of his rings cooled you down. The pad of his thumb rubs against your hand, “I know, we only have such little time together before you’re back in New York. But, I feel good about this. About us. As hopelessly romantic and cliche as this sounds.” He sighs and removes his hand from yours. 

You felt empty when he drew his hand away to stand up. 

“Are you ready to see some fireworks?” He extends his hand for you to take and you grab onto it because you wanted his touch more than ever. 

You let him guide you through the crowd of people who were making their way closer to the sight of the fireworks. But, when Choso made a turn in an area that you were sure wasn’t meant for festival goers—you gripped his hand tighter, and like the gentleman he was, he returned the squeeze just to comfort you that you were going to be okay. He opened the gate and let you walk through first and the two of you followed a trail that led to a hill that overlooked the festival. Many people that were wandering around looked like ants compared to where you and Choso were. Completely starstruck from the view, you didn’t notice that Choso put down a blanket for you to sit on. You kick your shoes off and sit down on the blanket next to him just in time for the first firework to decorate the night sky that had a sprinkle of stars twinkling down on you. 

Your eyes glance at the colorful works of art in the sky, but you didn’t even notice the stare Choso was giving you at the moment. As his body was sprawled out on the blanket and his head resting in his hand, he stares at you as if you’re the best piece of art in the world’s exclusive museum. As if you were the muse of every song he’s written with Noritoshi. While you were astonished by the fireworks in the sky, he was astonished by you and your beauty that causes the blood to rush to his olive shaded cheeks. 

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You turn to look at him, your body moving a bit to be closer unintentionally. 

“Maybe I should do that,” He fishes for his phone and put the camera on you. “Smile.” 

You smile for the camera and when he was done, he show you the picture. You wanted to admit that this the happiest you’ve been when you were away from home. From traveling to Russia to Europe, your ballet trips around the world were eventful—but lonely. You’ve spent the time with your peers, stunned everyone with your skills, but still felt alone. But this summer, you felt as warm as the weather that kissed your skin when you left Utahime’s apartment. He made you feel this way. 

“Can I ask you something?” Choso breaks the calming silence between you two. His eyes glancing at the fireworks but then back at your face to meet your curious look. 

“Sure, ask away.” You respond. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” 

Your heart pulses in your chest and you are forced to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in your throat. Timidly, your head nods because you are lost with words—but if those words were to untie and come undone, they would be eagerly saying yes. Yes, that Choso could place his soft pink shaded lips on yours as if it was the end of the world. 

When he leaned up to meet you halfway, his lips crashed on yours so intensely that your mind immediately froze. Choso kissed you as if you’ve never been kissed before. Stealing the thought of every guy that you’ve lip-locked with and tossing it in the trash because they no longer mattered. The kiss was hot—moist and breathy, the two of you weren’t per se trying to win a battle of who’ll kiss harder, but more so still learning what kissing technique can cause the other to gasp in a hot moan or cause goosebumps to garnish each other’s skin. Less likely a battle, but a union—a mere collaboration to want to be close with each other. Surely, Choso knew this. He’s urging you on your back under the blanket that was on the ground, while his large frame climbs on top of you—not breaking the kiss at all. 

You wanted to curse yourself for deciding to go all out at this festival. Utahime made it known to you that you didn’t have to wear the attire because people also go to the festivals in regular clothing, but you want to respect the culture and be in the spirit of the date insisted. Now it was in between the steamy moment of Choso’s guitar playing hands from free roaming your frame. His lips travel across your jawline, kisses, sucks, and nibbles. The sound of the fireworks blocks out your moans, but just at the sight of Choso’s pierced ears growing red—you knew he could hear them. He knew he was making you feel better even if he couldn’t indulge in the wetness in between of your thighs.

His lips travel back to yours to deepen a kiss that made your heartbeat. Your eyes shift close in the bliss of the moment before your fingers comb through his hair. You tugged his long strands just a bit to gain a moan before he finally gave you what you wanted. His touch. 

The fireworks expand brightly in the night sky above you two, practically being the only source of light you and Choso had. His fingers dance behind you to undo the knot that holding your kimono together and close. But he didn’t fully push it open, just a bit to help him be comfortable in between your thighs that he used his own knee to push them apart.

His hand disappeared in between your bodies and you anticipated him to slide those guitar-strumming fingers in your panties, but teasingly—his index and middle fingers pushed upon your folds. Even you can feel how wet you were due to such a small task causing your panties to stick your lips provocatively. Your eyes finally open and you’re met with Choso staring down at you. His cheeks were stained with a crismon colored blush and kissed swollen lips were curving into a smirk. 

“All we did was kiss, Y/N.” He reminds while fingers trace alongside the waist line of the seamless nude panties you wore.

You cover your face in embarrassment just in time to feel your face warm up. “Oh shut up.” You slap his shoulder playfully. 

“Do I have that much of a charm on your, hm?” He rubs his fingers in a circular motion, not even bothering to pull your panties to the side. But to let you wither under him as he teases you.

“Maybe you do,” Your words were like a broken record. You can hardly get your words out with him toying with you like this. 

“That’s good to know,” He clicks his tongue and he pulls your panties to the side. His lips kissed you so sensually until you were moaning mess beneath him with each motion of his fingers. 

You’ve heard many rumors and jokes about how band members are splendid with their fingers and gosh, was he proving those rumors to be as true as ever. He haven’t even inserted any in you yet, but just the way he strummed your clit as if it was his guitar caused you to moan out his name. 

Choso. Choso. Choso. 

In a faint whisper in tune with the fireworks, he says in your ear, “That’s right, say my name.” 

Through the cracks and booms of the fireworks, for the remainder of the night—the only name you knew was his and the fact that he was very talented with his fingers. 

(🎸🩰) — tags. @maydayaisha @spiderpunkfien @bbytamaki @honeybleed @yeagerzprettyblnt @smileyy-cakee @hoohoohope @theclassbookworm

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo fanfic #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #anime fic #anime x reader #angelshubnetwork #anime smut #choso kamo smut #female reader #black reader #x black reader #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

[openconceptpanicroom]

The Secret Life of Songbirds

(Chapter One) - How you met

Iori Utahime x fem!reader

Summary: A collection of brief (and not-so brief) glimpses into the love story between you and Utahime.

Notes: reader is a queer menace, Utahime is having a gay panic, mutual pining, awkward flirting, fluff, angst, references to implied homophobia.

April, 2003- That’s a Pretty Girl

You were the second sorcerer in your family. And a late-bloomer too. One day you were just a regular girl going to school in Tokyo, the next… this. For three years now, you were a part of this strange world. Trained by an uncle you never knew you had, as he had been the first sorcerer in your family.But nothing, not curses or brutal training regimens, could have prepared you for her.

Your first day at Tokyo Jujutsu High, was when you first saw her. She stood so still, hands gripping her hakama with white knuckles. Unlike the rest of your new classmates, she wore the clothing of a shrine maiden. Her dark hair was neat and tied into two loose ponytails. A round face, bright eyes. And she was staring right back at you.

“Oi, what’re staring at?” your uncle elbowed your back. Had he been talking? You would never know. Startled, you blurted out the truth. Loudly.

“Pretty girl!”

The shrine maiden, and many others waiting to enter the school for orientation, heard you. Your hands went over your mouth and you watched that “Pretty girl” turn bright red. Once your uncle saw who you were referring to, he yanked you back and gave you her name. Iori Utahime, a member of a well-respected Jujutsu clan. Not someone you should be loudly declaring you find attractive, even if you weren’t both girls.

You shrugged, “A pretty girl is a pretty girl, uncle. You know I’ve got a weakness!”

“I’m tryin’ to keep you alive, kid! I meant it when I said I don’t care that you like girls, but she’s an exception,” he shook you slightly at the shoulders. Dramatic old man. Though you still heard snickering from your new classmates, you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you thought you would. In fact, you started to turn your head to see if she was still there.

“Utahime, huh? That’s a nice name—“

Your uncle grabbed your face in one hand and made pushed his face close to yours, “Do you only listen to every other word I say?!”

His rant only drags on, with him shaking your face in his hand while you daze off. Utahime.

May, 2003- On the same team

In the first few weeks of school you learned a lot. You went home to your uncle exhausted most days, bruised body and tired out brain. At school, some of your focus was taken up by that pretty shrine maiden you weren’t supposed to get too close to. For a sorcerer from a respected clan, she sure acted like a regular girl.

Utahime liked a lot of modern music, especially sports. She was easily startled, and even easier to anger. You watched from your seat as she berated a boy who tried to accuse her of being a crybaby. While she was crying over some baseball player being traded to another team. It kinda made you laugh, at first. When the boy didn’t let up, you stood, “Don’t make fun of her just because she knows how to show a fucking emotion.”

Again, far more people had heard you than you intended. Heads turned, curious. The silence was long. Ah, maybe your reaction was a bit strong?You cleared your throat and said, “Lay off Iori-chan, eh? She can cry if she’s sad.”

Utahime wiped her cheeks, “I… I do not need your help!”

Right, you almost forgot about it, Utahime’s bizarre dislike of you. From the first day onward, she just didn’t seem to like you. She would actively ignore you sometimes. You assumed it was because you embarrassed her. But jeez, it had been weeks. All you could do was sit back down as class began.

Later that day, students were divided into groups of three. Each trio, or duo, would be set that way for their entire time spent at Jujutsu High. These partnerships may even last after graduation. You were a bit nervous to hear who you would be placed with, but were pleased by the results.

You, a reserved girl named Mei Mei, and Iori Utahime.

At lunch, you gathered your new team together. Mei Mei was all class. Beautiful but cold and with the confidence of a grown woman. Hard to believe she was the same age as you or Utahime. Mei Mei didn’t hide what motivated her, money. You could respect her honesty. Utahime wasn’t offering up any information. Only eating her bento with her back hunched as she sat beneath the cherry blossom tree with you both.

“So, what’s your special technique?”

Utahime put both hands in her lap and crowed, “My technique allows me to amplify the abilities of my allies tenfold through the art of dance!”

She was cute like this, chest all puffed up and proud. You grinned at her, “Dance, huh? You must be really good at it.”

The earlier tension in her shoulders had eased. Utahime looked at you without turning her head, as if trying to hide the fact that she was talking specifically to you. No offense taken on your part. Plus, you were starting to get the hint that she was a bit jumpy.

“I suppose so…” a hint of pink was already spreading across her face.

You leaned in closer to her, “I’m a shit dancer. Maybe you could teach me sometime?”

Utahime jumped to her feet, “I will not teach the Iori Clan’s ancient techniques to someone like you!”

Unfazed, you said, “I can settle for watching you dance to make me stronger, then.”

A chocked guffaw left her mouth as she declared, “I’ll never dance for you!”

“Why not?” There was a pout on your lips that kept drawing her eyes there.

“Because… because… you’re so… ugh!” Utahime grabbed her half-eaten lunch and stormed back inside.

Mei Mei let out a soft laugh, amused by the free show. You turned to her, “Was it something I said?”

Smoothly, Mei Mei collected her things and stood as well. She looked down at you through pale lashes, “You’re both hopeless.” Mei Mei ignored your begging to explain herself as she left you beneath the cherry blossom tree.

#jjk imagines #jjk x reader #utahime x reader #jjk utahime #utahime iori #jujutsu kaisen utahime

[alimaybankkk]

gut-wrenching

part 1. part 2. part 3 (here)

summary: hanging with the pogues and jj let’s something slip out.

warnings: self harm (kinda), tons of violence etc

pairing: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

later that afternoon, you swung yourself into the cat’s ass and giggled.

john b followed you shortly after, to which cleo and sarah jumped in excitedly.

pope and kiara were laying together on the hammock, and jj was already inside of the hot tub, looking longingly into your eyes.

he was in a daze, a really romantic, cute one, to be exact. he reminded you of a little boy whose dream was to be an astronaut one day.

you wanted to kiss him. but you were still mad at him, so you rolled your eyes and looked away. john b saw this, but he didn’t want to get involved, so he cleared his throat and crunched his empty beer can.

he threw it out into the yard, which summoned kie. she picked it up and threw it back at john b and scoffed. “you’re a piece of shit! think of the earth, dumbass. it’ll be more polluted than jj’s lungs in a couple of years because of you!”

you stifled your laughter—jj had still not budged from his position or facial expression. his eyes remained on you.

“jb, come here,” pope said and pulled john b out of the hot tub.

they whispered secretively for a few minutes, and in the meantime, kiara took john b’s spot next to you in the hot tub.

“hey, kookie.” she said, twirling her hair.

“hey, kookie.” you said back.

she giggled and looked at jj. she noticed his gaze. for a solid minute, she watched him, and at last, she said, “is he dead?”

sarah shrugged. “i don’t think?”

you rolled your eyes and kicked him under the bubbling jet water, causing him to groan and flinch.

“that dumbass is fine.” you scoffed, giving him a dirty look.

“girls, come on,” kiara said, looking at cleo, sarah, and you. you all slipped out of the tub, everyone but you saying your “excuse me”’s to leaving jj all alone.

behind the tree, kiara gripped your shoulders. “what the hell is going on with you two? did you guys break up?”

you shook your head. “it’s a long story, but we didn’t break up.”

kiara shook her head and put her hands on her hips. “are you mad at him?”

“hell yeah.”

“why?” cleo asked, nudging your hip. “what did rude boy do?”

you shook your head. “like i said, it’s a long story. to be honest, i wish he wasn’t here.”

everyone gasped, but you just stormed back into the hot tub, where jj was now in a completely different mood. a beer in his hand. he was smoking a joint, too. you wondered if he just pulled it out of his ass of something.

“girls,” he said, throwing his hands up. “you’re back!”

“shut up,” you mumbled under your breath, sitting back in your spot.

he frowned but continued to drink more beer.

“so what did you guys do yesterday?” kie asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“dad had a island luncheon or something. it was dumb and i had to go,” sarah said.

“i had to go, too. it’s a kookie thing. actually, y/n, i’m surprised you weren’t there.” kie agreed.

“yeah, no,” jj interrupted before you could talk. “she was too busy flashing rafe cameron.”

you froze, looking immediately at sarah. “why are you being like that, jj?”

he shrugged. “i don’t—you flashed rafe cameron, right?”

“not on—hey, sarah, wait up!” you called as sarah stormed away from the chateau. when she was completely out of sight, you gave jj a look. “nice going, asshole.”

“just saying. next time don’t flash her brother.” jj said.

you thinned your lips angrily and grabbed jj’s arm harshly. without grabbing a towel, you rushed the two of you inside of the house and shoved him against a wall. “what the fuck was that out there?”

he grinned, biting his lip. lord, that was hot, he thought, but he didn’t show it. “i mean, you’re my girl. i have the right to be mad if you’re literally skinny dipping in front of our friend’s brother.”

“jj. you said he just walked by. it’s not that big of a deal.”

he shrugged and dragged his tongue along his teeth, breaking from your grasp. he grabbed two toothpicks from a drawer on his right. one for him and one for you.

at the same time, you stuck them in your mouth. you angrily pushed past him and ran outside to climb back in the hot tub, your tastebuds overflowing with wood.

“what was that about?” cleo asked. “rude boy make up?”

“no. quite the opposite, actually.”

“you have matching toothpicks in?” kie suggested, pointing to jj.

you shrugged. “it doesn’t mean anything. and neither does the rafe thing. basically i was in the hot tub drunk and i had no clothes on because there are no bikinis here at the chateau for me so i just skinny dipped and rafe walked by. well i was asleep but that’s what jj says happened.”

kie looked at cleo. “i get why he’d be mad. but sarah should have listened.”

“i’ll talk to her later,” you said. “in the meantime, i have to avoid jj and figure out what those boys are talking about.”

cleo and kiara followed your gaze to pope and john b.

they looked over as jj approached them. they looked at each other and jumped intl the hot tub.

jj kicked the dirt and threw his bottle of beer on the floor angrily. he was hella high/drunk. everyone stood, including you as he picked it up and broke it on his head.

“holy shit—” kie yelped.

“jj!” you cried, helplessly splashing out of the hot tub. he fisted his own hair and you grabbed his hands gently, putting them at his sides.

you took him away from the shattered glass, sacrificing your own feet and wincing as sharp pieces of glass went through them. you let out a cry, limping your way into the house while dragging jj closely behind you. you told the rest of your friends to clean up the glass as you set jj on the couch.

wordlessly, you searched through his hair, pulling out shards of glass and praying you could find every single one. you climbed onto his lap and let him hold your hips, knowing he would be too scared not to hold onto anything.

you breathed heavily. “i don’t see anything else.”

he pulled you up to cuddle against him, looking guiltily at the blood that painted your foot.

you followed his gaze and sighed. “i’ll be fine.”

he nodded. he looked distant, you realized as you played with his hair. “j, why did you do that?”

he didn’t answer. he was staring at the ground. you pulled the toothpick out of his mouth. “hm?” you asked.

he adjusted his seat, shrugging. “d’know. i just ‘m so mad.”

“it doesn’t matter, j. you cannot just hurt yourself like that. you gave me and all your friends a panic attack.”

he rolled his eyes and shook his head, taking your toothpick out of your b mouth and sticking it into his. you smiled, sitting completely down next to him.

“you’re hella drunk right now,” you told him. he shook his head.

“not anymore. damn, that glass sobered me up.”

“speaking of that glass,” you said. “did you hurt your head? do you think you have a concussion?”

he shook his head and grabbed your hand. “ ‘m sorry. about everything. i’ll talk to sarah.”

you shook your head and shrugged. “i’m sorry, too. you like, saved me yesterday. i could have drowned. i never thanked you for that. thanks.”

he nodded. “my pleasure. when i saw rafe i actually almost jumped the shit out of him.”

you nodded and massaged his head. “wanna go back out there and let everyone know you’re okay?”

he thought for a moment. “stay with me for a little bit, baby, please.”

you nodded, grinning. “anything.”

* jj was asleep on the foot of your bed, wrapped in a towel waist in below with wet hair and a bare back. he stored peacefully and you decided to spring out of bed and write a note.

left for sarah. gonna talk 2 her. love u

-y/n

you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door, leaving your house and starting for sarah’s. when you got there, you heard screaming.

“sarah?” you yelled.

“someone! i’m up here! help me!” you heard. you followed her voice and we’re eventually led to her room, where you saw rafe holding her up against the wall and choking her.

you gasped, wasting no time and springing into action to punch him in the face. he released his grip on sarah’s throat as she dropped to the floor, holding her throat in pain. she weakly crawled away as she let you fight it out with rafe. he put you into an armlock, bring his lips to your ear and whispering, “i like that stunt you pulled yesterday, pretty girl.”

you gasped, bringing your aching foot up to kick him where it hurts. you elbowed him in the face and he hit his head off the wall, falling to the floor.

you ran to sarah, helping her up and running out of the house with her. rafe followed shortly after, holding his bleeding neck as you tried to get the car started.

“don’t run from me, traitors! you’re kooks. stop slumming it with the pogues!” he yelled as you quickly pulled out of the driveway.

you explained everything to sarah on the way home followed by the “it’s okay” after she apologized for storming off earlier.

pulling into your driveway, you helped her out of the car and brought her inside, pouring her a glass of water. “here, drink this.”

she chugged it down, wiping her lips after. “is jj here?”

you shrugged. “jj!” you yelled. you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he hugged you. you winced as he kissed your neck. he saw this.

“something happen?” he asked.

“um, sarah was getting jumped by her brother,” you explained, leaning on the kitchen island. “so i fought rafe and he put me into a really tight headlock. damn, it hurt.” you chuckled.

he narrowed his eyes and stared out the window, glaring with a gaze as if he we’re about to kill somebody.

* a/n: this was short but yeahh

next part — part 4 here

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #outerbanks #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n

[levmada]

As always, I miss Trans!Levi. I’m obsessed. Sorry. It’s your fault though and I love it 💕

If you feel like it, would you write something cute? It’s getting cold so I wanna cuddle up with him and caress his back and rub my fingers through his hair 🥺🌻

absolutely yes... kinda got carried away tho... and added some extra smut <3 also: canonverse. also: includes this hc.

//vague references to gender dysphoria, ftm!Levi, female terms for female genitals + male terms in dialogue

For the most part, Levi doesn't like cold weather. It reminds him of when winter came to the Underground, turning it into an icebox, when the cold didn't mean warm hearths and snowflakes drifting down to kiss the ground—it meant death. Expeditions are put on hold in the winter months because the ODM gear tends to malfunction, and in preparation for new recruits come springtime, but besides all that, there's nothing to do and no family to visit for Levi, so HQ is empty except for a few lost souls. Sunlight can't be found most days, not behind the heavy cloudcover coloring the sky a tired grey. Winter makes him depressed, for the most part.

Except... he feels more comfortable in his body when he can adorn it in layers of cotton and wool, and these slow, meandering days while winter marches on means he wakes up with you, like this.

He blinks the sleepy film from his eyes, and doesn't feel the need to hurry. You're warm and familiar to his side and underneath, sleeping peacefully. He breathes in time with the lazy rise and fall of your breast underneath his temple, your chin touching the crown of his head, and he feels himself shiver—not because of the cold, but a feeling both frightening and cherished by him. The blankets are so toasty that he can sense to the minor coolness touching his face, uncovered.

This wakes him up a little more, and so he brings his hand—previously tucked under his chin in his sleep—and lays it across your middle. A silver dawn peeks in through the curtains.

He yawns as silently as possible, and glances over his shoulder. Your arm lies by your side. After a cursory glance at your peaceful face, he picks it up and drapes it over his shoulder. He is more comfortable than before.

Maybe he dozes. The next time he drifts to the surface of his mind, it's because of the slow drag of your hand drawing circles, rubbing the back of his pullover.

"You awake?"

Your voice is soft, as insignificant as a snowflake touching the ground, he imagines, and he nods, and curls up closer against your side.

"'Morning," he mumbles, and clears his throat so it's possible to deepen it more. "'Morning. How long've you been awake?"

"Just for a little bit."

"Mm." He doesn't like the idea of you waiting for him to wake up. As he pulls the duvet higher, up to his chin, he rests his cheek on your shoulder so you can be warmer too.

Nothing more needs to be said. He feels his mind sink back into that shallow state of sleep as your palm finds the nape of his neck, and he sighs, loosening up even more. It relaxes him like he doubts relaxes anyone else, makes him feel dazed in a way he senses is unnatural, but cannot bring himself to care. Your thumb plays at the field of tiny, prickly hairs at the base of his skull. Tufts of his hair stick up every which way.

"Does that feel nice?"

"Mm," he hums again. He's feeling talkative now. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good... You must have too, if I woke up before you."

"Maybe," he murmurs, slurring it. He likes your hand there. The answer is actually a resounding yes.

The softest of chuckles shake your frame as your fingers drift further up still, and card through his hair, petting down the parts that curled up in the night. Your rubbing smooths into gentle massaging. He sighs, soft and slow.

"I wanna stay like this for a little bit," you comment. "Maybe it'll warm up a little later."

"Doubt it," he replies, meaning to say, longer than a little.

Either way... winter means you can spend this time in bed all morning. He can't say he totally hates the cold weather.

extra

Time expands and stretches out as the morning ages, filled with occasional chatting or breathy chuckles, and your comforting weight pressed up against his back. It makes him feel safe, in a trembling way—not so much like he needs you there, but that he can't have you anywhere else.

His head is turned while you exchange slow kisses, but it's easier to let his head sink into the pillow while your lips wander around his neck. You hold hands, loosely clasped over his middle.

"Let me leave a mark," your honeyed voice speaks by his ear. "Please?"

For professional reasons, that's usually off-limits. It's never that he doesn't want you to, never that he doesn't want to, but it's best not to risk someone seeing.

But, one of his (your) turtlenecks would easily cover it, and this time of year it's unlikely anyone will see, anyway. He angles his neck to give you more room, and sighs as your tongue makes a brief appearance, sinking your teeth in. Pleasant chills rise up on the back of his neck, and spark his lower half.

He finds it takes more effort he doesn't care to put in to bury the sounds that rise up, so he sighs with the slightest trace of a whine, then moans, remembering to make his voice low.

The light sucking motions of your mouth turn firmer. You hum in response.

Your fingers lightly graze his stomach, the packed muscles lightly twitch. He senses the unspoken question you're asking, and drags your hand upwards.

“I think,” he explains in a mumble. Maybe it's the oversized pullover he wore to bed, maybe it's luck. But he doesn't get to choose which days are less dysphoric than others.

Your fingers spread and explore upwards, still slightly guided by his hand. A small kiss is pressed to the spot just under his ear, in understanding or just a way to say, I'm happy for you.

It feels good. His breast taken in your warm palm. At first, you hold it just to feel its gentle weight, and squeeze, as if this was the first time—to explore the way it feels. It's not, but it's rare that he's okay with being touched here. He's surprised himself.

His clit throbs as you flick his nipple up into a hard point. Heavier breaths escape him, his eyes close as this happens. If he feels it more, it's easier to escape thinking about it too much. It's easy to disregard currently unnoticed, but sour thoughts.

You press his nipple between your thumb and forefinger. His head nods back, closing in on your mouth. It feels good, but he feels himself inching closer and closer into a need for more. His hand leaves yours, and feels up the other one, which up to this point has gone neglected. Shiver. Wherever your tongue goes leaves a wet streak in its wake, which cools quickly.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Levi mumbles weakly. He massages it, flicks his nipple to find it already hard. A whispered whine slides up his throat.

Your kissing pauses, and you speak against his skin. "Feel okay?"

"Need more," he replies, and as he says it, he squeezes his thighs together. It's just enough to satisfy some ache and fuel his desire at the same time.

You never pull the attention to yourself this morning, which makes him feel somewhat guilty, but then again, you have the whole morning... and maybe a little longer than that.

It's easy to put this out of his mind as you kiss the shell of his ear and tell him to lift his hips. The position doesn't change—you work together and tug his soft trousers, his briefs, down his waist and thighs, to his knees, where he pries them free of his ankles. Still under the covers.

"Keep touching yourself for me," you tell him in a whisper.

He nods. His hand remains as yours disappears, and the nervous anticipation has risen high in him by the time your palm slides over his mound. He hitches one leg up to give you more space, and it's then that it hits him how wet he is. Your palm flattens on his lips, doing nothing at first but applying pressure. Your kissing becomes distracted.

His breath shakes. It's a little embarrassing.

"More. C'mon..." He tilts his hips to deepen the pressure, and grinds.

You give him everything he asks this morning. Your forefinger dips into his slit and slides through the length of it. "You deserve it, baby. Feel how hard you are for me?"

Levi locks his throat so the noise he makes isn't so embarrassing, breathing hastily. He works his breast with firm squeezes. "Mm—Mhm."

"You really are..." You sound a little breathless yourself. Taking wetness from his slit, three fingers spread it around his swollen clit, and stay, rubbing in deep circles.

"Ah—" A small moan escapes him. He needs something to hold onto, and grips the pillow by his head with his hand that's free. "Oh... Shit..."

"That's it," you praise. "I love seeing you like this."

His swift breaths rise into little gasps, matching the way you rub back and forth. His pussy quivers around nothing, until he just can't stand the empty feeling.

"More," he requests, whispering. "Need it. Put them inside."

Your fingers rake his clit, sweeping and firm a final time, then retreat down. "Can you keep touching it for me?"

"...Yes," he says after some thought. Guiding him, telling him what to do, he's always liked that. He loosens his grip on the pillow, and adjusts to make room both for your arm and his fingers.

His teeth sink into his lip as you push two inside. Your hot breaths beat on his neck.

"Fuck," he breathes. It flutters.

You work them inside with a few experimental thrusts, getting them soaked. It's hard to focus his hands on two places at once, so he keeps his nipple loosely pinched as he strokes his clit, and the attention to three places at once fuels his squirming. His head pushes into the pillow.

"Like it?" you whisper. A gasp is punched from his chest when they curl. "You're getting so tight..."

"Like it," he confirms tightly. "So... much."

One more slides in next to the other two, stretching him deliciously. The muffled squelching noises join his panting, and the hitched, sweet moans he just can't seem to quiet as his voice gets higher. Pleasure sharp and overwhelming rises... rises... "Faster," he groans. "Close. Getting close."

"Good boy." You encourage him by curling your fingers. The squelching sounds are obscenely loud now. They piston inside him to the bottom knuckle.

"Please please please," he mumbles, not knowing what for. He works his clit at a blinding speed. The sound of your name on his tongue is begging.

"I've got you, Lev'... Come on them. Let it go, baby."

It hits him hard and without warning, his climax. His fingers stutter and he draws tense for a single moment before a moan much louder than any of the others so far spills out of him. Your other arm slips around him to pin violent convulsions still, praising him, hammering your fingers in and out as his cunt throbs and squeezes them tight.

He shakes even as the waves begin to quell, but don't retreat. Soft, then hard and desperate moans fall out of his gaping mouth as he comes hard, making it last longer.

"Good boy, so good baby, that's it..."

The last of his energy sapped, he drops back down on his side, lasting out those last gentle waves on your slowing fingers until he's finished, panting. You work them out, and he stares for a moment, stunned by the strings of white gush painting your fingers.

He grunts, and closes his eyes. At once, the blankets seem hotter, but still not overwhelmingly so. Momentarily, your weight vanishes. He hears the whispered pull from the tissue box. As soon as you're close enough again, like before, he makes himself comfortable there, gripping your wrist as a signal to hold him.

"You okay?" you ask over his shoulder.

"Mhm." The mess between his legs is immense, he's pleasantly drowsy, but still horny. "How about you lay down... and we go again?"

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[child-of-eris]

Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader

Warnings: Probably OC Jason, Piper and Jason were never dating, LIGHT violence, idk

This is after The Blood of Olympus and before The Trails of Apollo. I have also taken some... creative liberties. It’s way too detailed and I may as well have just written a fic but too late. Lemme know if you guys wanna see a fic or anything else, really. 

How you meet:

You meet at Camp Half-Blood a few days after the war with Gaia

Jason is heading to the infirmary to visit Nico (and maybe tease him about a certain son of Apollo a bit, but hey, who can blame him?)

You’re sitting on the front steps of the Big House, a bandage on your left cheek and clothes still bloody. 

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you clear your throat and look at him

“You gonna say something or just stare at me?”

He goes bright red, apologizes flying out of his mouth

“I’m so sorry, it’s just, well, why are you still so...”

“Bloody?” you ask, a grin starting to form. It’s a little scary, if he’s honest. 

You explain you haven’t been back to cabin 42 yet, as it got damaged in the battle, so you’ve been helping around camp instead and sleeping in tents with your siblings

“Besides, the chaos helps me stay focused.”

It takes Jason a few minutes to remember what demigods cabin 42 is home to until...

“You’re a child of Eris?”

He couldn’t really believe that YOU were a child of Eris. Sure, your smile was startling, but he had a feeling that was on purpose. 

Besides that, you seemed... well, like a normal, admittedly attractive demigod

“Is that a problem?” 

Stuttering out a panicked “of course not!” and more apologies, he stops short when you begin to laugh

You say you were just teasing him, and with a genuine smile (which was really nice, actually) you excuse yourself and walk away towards the mess hall. 

He watches you leave, face still red, and can’t help but want to talk with you again

Becoming friends:

He’s sees you again standing outside your cabin, talking to a younger girl who is bouncing in place and a older boy beside you who is dressed in all black. 

He goes to talk to you, but before he can, you wave at them and vanish into the shadows.

He feels his breath catch in his lungs. 

You can shadow travel???

She’s a granddaughter of Nyx, idiot, of course she can.

He walks back to his cabin in a daze, wondering why he wanted to see you again so bad. 

The next day he manages to catch up to you as you walk to the mess hall for lunch

He jogs to catch up and awkwardly says he never caught your name

When you introduce yourself, he tells you his name as well

“I know who you are, Grace.”

With an embarrassed laugh (he really needed to get it together), he asks if you wanted to spar sometime

“Like for fun? Sure.”

And that’s where it all started

Fluffy times:

You’re always there for each other

People get confused, because you 2 seem so different

That doesn’t stop you from beating the hell out of each other in the arena one moment and laughing together the next

He gets permission to sit at your table sometimes

All your siblings love him, but also tease you relentlessly

“Here comes your boyfriend-” “Shut up you are the worst oh my gods-”

You definitely don’t like him

Definitely 

He loosens up more around you more than most people, laughing and stealing fries from your plate

He goes to you when his doubts take over and he’s left wondering if he’s good enough

“I messed up the one chance I had with my father. Who says I won’t mess up again?”

You kinda hate Zeus/Jupiter for that, but you’ll never say anything

You’d rather not be struck down, thank you

The day he decides to actually acknowledge his growing crush on you is about 4 months later

He busts into cabin 9 in search of Leo, and very uncharacteristically freaks out

Leo laughs at him for a solid 5 minutes before he finally stops and takes the situation seriously

“Tell them.”

“But-”

“Tell them.”

So he would… when the time was right

The right time:

Turns out “the right time” tends to never come

He tried to say something several times

But for the first time in a long, long time, he can’t seem to find the courage

Part of him relishes in feeling like a normal guy with a crush

The rest of him wants to bang his head against a wall

So he definitely did not plan to tell you how he felt on a cold December afternoon

Everything was normal, you were both walking to the climbing wall for some fun, when you heard yelling from Half-Blood Hill

You 2 go racing to the top of the hill, only to find a terrified satyr attempting to protect 3 young kids, likely demigods

Jason is in the air before you can blink, flying towards the hellhound that threatens them

Despite having only a dagger, you rush forward as well, unwilling to let Jason fight alone

You two fight well together after months of training, enough so to distract the truck-sized hellhound and allow the kids and satyr to make it past the border

A dagger isn’t the best weapon against a giant canine, however, so you’re forced to be constantly moving to avoid claws and teeth

When you misstep roll your ankle, you yelp as your leg gives out under you, loud enough to distract Jason, who is immediately slapped by a large paw and thrown against Thalia’s tree

The hellhound advances towards him, but before it can get too far, you roll under it and directly into it’s shadow on the ground and out beside Jason

Grabbing onto him, you pull him into the only safe place you can think of

The Zeus cabin

After nights sneaking in and watching movies (and technically breaking the rules but hey, what Chiron doesn’t know won’t hurt him), it feels safer than anywhere else

Or to be more precise, Jason feels safe and the Zeus cabin is Jason’s home

Popping out from Zeus’ statue’s shadow, you quickly sit up and lean over him, desperate to see if he’s okay

And that’s when he kisses you

It doesn’t last long, but when you part, you can only stare at him

“You’re not concussed, right?”

He laughs and shakes his head (and you’ll later find out he was, but he insists he would have kissed you regardless)

“No, no, I’ve wanted to do that for... awhile.”

So you kiss him again, and then panic when he groans in pain after trying to sit up

(Off to the infirmary you go, where you would find a disapproving son of Apollo and a son of Hades who laughs for 5 minutes when he hears that he got taken down by a hellhound of all things)

But looking at you, talking with Nico while Will attempts to give him more ambrosia, he finds he’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time

He’s finally home

#jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #hoo fanfic #hoo x reader

[sl33pyfr0gt33th]

So I had this one really wonky oc idea tucked away at the back of my mind because I really wanted to experiment with more "random" looking characters-!

I have yet to figure out how to draw the normal Mortimer but I do have a Au variant of him drawn-!

Mortimer in regular TADC is a Ai designed by Caine to fix issues with a character’s appearance wether it be repairing glitches, or just patching up any wounds they may have Mortimer is more then likely to get it done quickly!

Yet in the carnival au he would be a human stuck in the game!

I’m not sure if I got the back story of the game right when it came to making his backstory so It’s a bit of just a beta version of it so I’ll just put a basic explanation under the cut-

Mortimer is a French man who came from a big family, he would always help out around the house and with cooking

out of his family he was a lot more level headed and collected then them but even despite that he was still on good terms with them all, things however had been getting tense due to some of his sisters moving out and his youngest sister who had been staying with their parents because she was struggling to apply for colleges was getting rather stressed out, he wanted to cheer her up and remembered that video games always helped her calm down and went out to buy one for her to take her mind off the stress, when he got back home a massive arguments ended up breaking out between the two when Mortimer said that she may be overworking herself, she moved out the next day never giving Mortimer a chance to rekindle their relationship

When he got stuck in the game he’s beyond confused, being dazed and unable to recall anything from him past besides his family really did a number on his mental state, he felt beyond lonely and almost isolated, wanting to get rid of the feeling as soon as possible he went from room to room checking for one that would budge but none did that wasn’t until a room happened to open a little earlier then it should’ve via a bug in the system, and with that he made it into gangles room earlier then he was meant to

Eventually time passes and he slowly begins to forget more and more about his life before this due to the hectic nature of all the games in the circus and begins to view gangle as a little sister due to how many roles he had to play in her shows where he was a older brother, when gangle hears about this she happily encourages it, it does make Mortimer’s performances a lot better anyways and they do look kinda alike due to the masks that are in his mane, so what harm could it do?

Eventually Mortimer recalls his actual family and begins to feel rather homesick, not leaving the spare dressing room behind gangles stage and isolating himself as he tries to think of a way to escape gangle visits him and tries to get him out and talking to others again, to which he usually is forced to comply via ribbons dragging him out of there.

maybe if he completes all the games he’ll be allowed out of the game? he decides to try to finish the games saving gangles for last because he wanted to say good bye and thank her for not giving up on him before he left, he makes it rather far but through slip of the tongue gangle finds out he’s planning on leaving, and gangle doesn’t want to lose her "brother" and decides to take matters into her own hands, wrapping one of her ribbons permanently around his neck like a mock collar like the rest to of them have she makes sure that Mortimer doesn’t leave,

(Concept idea of how the ribbon would look-!)

Around the time Caine enters Mortimer is already lost, genuinely forgetting he’s a human and believing he’s just a unfinished Ai, sure he doesn’t have a room but the spare costume closet behind stage works well enough, after all who doesn’t love a nice dress up game? Plus he also gets to sew new costumes for gangles many plays! So it’s not that bad really!

I feel like Caine wouldn’t notice he’s not a Ai until much later on, after all the only person who still recalls that Mortimer isn’t a Ai is Jax who’s still rather disappointed that Mortimer doesn’t really run away when he attacks anymore

SORRY IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD MY BRAINS BEEN COMPLETELY FRIED-

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[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 8: Mind Your Language

You have words! And immediate bad news!

On AO3. Rated M for language and violence.

“Are you sure it’s working correctly?” Goth Girl says.

“For the price I paid, I certainly hope so,” Mumu says.

You hear the words. Not as they are, but their meaning. Like an overlay voiceover of original dialogue that British documentaries like to do.

“Say something else,” Fancy Pants says in an absolute goblin tone.

You sniff noxious fumes, blow your nose again. The taste of burning dirt lingers in your mouth like grease coating your teeth.

“Y’all can understand me?” you say.

Mumu’s face lights up. “Yes! Yes we can! Hello! So nice to finally be able to communicate with our mysterious traveling companion.”

Mysterious. What you are is lost, dazed, and in desperate need of a toothbrush.

“Sorry for the swearing,” you say. The words form on your tongue in English. Leave your lips as English. And twist their shape in midair before they reach the others.

“No apologies needed, my friend. I myself can rather attest to the affront to the senses that is the Potion of Tongues. I am glad to see it’s worked, though I am sorry it took me so long to realize this particular cure to your ailment; Wither’s commentary was the last piece of the puzzle.”

Your eyes still water. You squint at him as the speech assembles in your brain.

“Withers?” you say.

“Our good friend over there.” He gestures to Jerky Man. Whose actual name isn’t much better.

“Right.”

“So. Another dimension, eh?” Mumu says. “I suppose the mindflayer nautiloid did travel extensively.”

You’re trying to come up with some sort of answer to the first part, catch the word “mindflayer,” and all that extra thought grinds to a halt. “Wait, what? The hell is that?”

“The tentacled monsters that snatched us,” Goth Girl pipes in. “Is that not what your people call them?”

…what. Wait. Squidward isn’t an alien to them. They know of them?

“No. I don’t…none of this is anything I’ve ever had to deal with.”

Keep it simple for now. Hide the full extent of your ignorance. You have to be useful to these people. If you become a problem or a drag, they can cut you out. You have no friends, no family, no…no culture here. You can’t even talk to anyone without Mumu’s charity (potion). You need to make allies. You need to make them your allies, and that means shrinking yourself, taking all your weirdness and loudness and folding it small and shoving it into a box.

It tastes like swallowing that potion again, burning down your throat to boil your gut. You won the right to be weird and loud. To have opinions. To flail and bitch and be dramatic. It took fucking years to dredge up all of what makes you actually you. But you can’t be that here. You have to be quiet and calm. Be docile and small. Fade into the background.

For a second, the nasty little thought pops up: maybe you should have sat back down on that beach.

But no. No. You’ve put too much work in to lie down and die. This will be temporary. You’ll make sure of that. Just until you can learn enough to secure yourself a place here. Until you can build the skills or the good feelings or hell, the money to be able to protect yourself. You can do this.

“I take it mindflayers aren’t a common occurrence in your, erm, realm?” Mumu says. He’s totally fishing.

Calm and quiet and perhaps a bit simple.

“Eh, not really?” you say. “I ain’t any kinda scholar or whatsit. I’m just an office clerk. I file paperwork, mostly.”

You’re not important and you’re not a threat. Head empty, hands busy. You can almost hear your mother smirking triumphantly.

Mumu’s head tilts. “What an interesting accent. I wonder if that’s a consequence of the potion?”

How does the damned stuff even work? It seems to be fucking with your brain. With your language center. You’re hearing a difference in the way they all form their own words—mostly from Fancy Pants, who sounds like some hoity toity British guy. So it has to be somehow translating social connotations of their language at you. Which might mean your own, basic southern accent can work in your favor here.

You lay the backwoods on as thick as you can. Really channel Uncle Randy at his most self-parody. “I don’t know about any all that.”

It comes out “ah-oun’ na-oh ‘bou’ any awl ‘at.” Every vowel is too vowels—unlike clipped, too-fast northern—and half the words don’t have their proper start or end.

“Oh gods,” Fancy Pants drawls. “She’s a bumpkin.”

It does translate connotations. Huh. His last word comes in a little weird, but you think you get the gist.

“Those cephalopod monstrosities,” Gale says. “Nasty bunch. I don’t suppose, then, that you understand the full horror of our circumstances?”

Well that sounds like bad news.

“No?”

“Regarding the tadpoles? And the melt-change-condition?”

That word morphs in your brain way weird. Comes in totally garbled. What he says is one word, but what you hear is a very literal etymological breakdown of it? And it sounds downright nasty.

You squint at him.

“The tadpoles gestate in our brains before turning us all into mindflayers,” Goth Girl says. “We saw the results on the nautiloid.”

It takes a long second. That day is kind of a swiss-cheese fuckaroo in your memory. And then you remember the girl’s mouth splitting open as tentacles vomited out of the ragged hole in her face.

You stare at Goth Girl. Back to Mumu. The floor tilts beneath you.

“The what, now?” you say.

So Mumu repeats it, but in full-body graphic horror this time. Sweating. Bone liquification. Skin splitting. Shitting out now-useless internal organs.

You’ve never fainted before. Gotten dizzy? Yep. But an honest to god swoon?

You reach out and grab the edge of the table to keep yourself vertical. Fucking xenomorph bullshit, is what this is. Uncle Randy was right: aliens are out to get you, and they’ve got you.

As if sensing the brewing existential crisis, the brain worm—tadpole—behind your right eye gives a jaunty wiggle.

You swallow down the urge to puke. “How the fuck d’you fix that?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. I don’t suppose you or, your people? Would have any solution?”

A surgical wing. Probably in some top secret “on foreign soil so U.S. laws don’t apply” military facility. They’d knock your ass out and go in with scalpels. Probably try to take the damn thing alive, your carcass be damned. Another missing Indian woman what a shame.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Not that I know of,” you say. “I’m from, I guess y’all said another world? It’s called Earth?”

You get blank stares. So this doesn’t happen often, then.

“We don’t have any of all this, this magic and monsters and shit. I was asleep, and then I woke up on that ship. I got no idea what’s going on, sorry.”

Mumu sighs and nods like he’s expecting it. “Well, I suspect a proper introduction is in order. Hello! I’m Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Gale. Sounds English.

“Eleanor Ripley,” you say.

“Ah. Interesting. Can’t say I’ve ever heard a name like that. You are from a long ways away, aren’t you?”

“It’s French,” you say helpfully. “I picked it.”

He doesn’t ask why. Doesn’t make it weird. What about the name your parents gave you and why would you change your whole name and isn’t that the lady from that alien movie?

The name your parents gave you fits someone who doesn’t exist anymore. You picked a first name that sounded pretty, and your family name was too easy to track down, too tied to all that bullshit. And yes, it is a variation of the lady from the alien movie because that was the first one you watched that you weren’t supposed to. It scared the absolute piss out of you for about a year. But you saw it and got away with it and you got rather…attached to it, after you got over yourself.

Goth Girl is Shadowheart. It translates literally, and for a moment you think Gale must just be “particularly strong breeze”. Until Fancy Pants introduces himself as Astarion—with a little bow. No translation on that one. So Shadowheart really is rocking around with the gothest name you’ve ever heard.

Good for her.

Everyone properly named and all, you then make the mistake of trying to figure out where y’all landed. And you realize that listening to Mu—Gale—when you couldn’t understand him made for a pleasant background noise. But catching the torrent of words that pours out of him all translated is an entirely different matter. You stop paying attention about a minute and a half into the geographical specifics going back to naming conventions from five dynasties ago.

He doesn’t stop talking.

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[mynameischalie]

Do you guys ever remember something someone said to you and it made you feel a certain way? Usually, I’m able to let things slide but my brother and I yesterday went out to dinner and the server so happened to be someone I went to college with. At one point she was in my friend group but was one of those temporary people I seem to meet a lot in my life. You know the people I speak of they come into your life and then in a couple years you never see them again. They become strangers forever. Case in point, Megan.

She immediately knew it was me as we exchanged glances as I sat browsing over the menu. You’ll get the awkward “Oh hi” because you haven’t seen each other in ten years. Unfortunately for her we weren’t at Target so she can’t pretend to hide from someone in the aisles that she didn’t want to talk to. She was our server and had to engage in conversation. Of course, my memory is solid so I immediately remembered her name. I appeared warm and pleasant as she arrived to our table. She immediately said, “I know you, omg its been forever how are you? “Hi Megan, it’s nice to see you, I’m good, how are you, how’s Paul doing? (Paul is her husband and would do well with women because he played drums in a band and had expensive tattoos. He married her in his early 20s when I introduced the two) Megan informed us that she has three children and that Paul works for sales now. I asked if he still played drums and she gave that fake server laugh but said “ From time to time, if he wasn’t a drummer when I first met him I would have never been interested in him”. I then introduced my brother and he gave a hello and I thought we were set to order.

She decided to continue the conversation because the restaurant was emptied. She asked “ what about you Chal, do you have any kids or a wife?”. I told her “No, I’m still out there looking, just doing my own thing”. The thing that made me feel a certain way quickly came up next when she said: “God, I would hate to be dating in 2023, you should get on the apps already like Hinge and Bumble I’m sure there’s someone that would take one for the team for you”. “Yeah, I’ll think about that one I think we’re ready to order now”

God bless my brother as she left to get the drinks he commented “Damn dude, that was a dick comment by her”.“Right?, it’s crazy to think I introduced her to her husband way back when.” This was unbeknownst to my brother but he was shocked about that fact. 

As we finished up our meals Megan decided to engage in more small talk. “How’s your parents, did your mom finally retire?, and what are you doing for work now?.” I proudly told her how I work in two different schools as I help, support, and counsel students with mental health issues. She was intrigued but not impressed but I know it makes me happy to help young people and it pays the bills so that’s all that matters.

Of course, she doubled down when she dropped the check.“It was good to see you again, I’m serious get on those apps there has to be someone out there for you. You don’t want to die alone do you?

I kinda had a dazed look on my face but I kept my cool. “I can see you haven’t changed a bit I said, I knew there was a reason I cut you completely from my life” but the way I said this was in a jokey kinda way. We paid the bill and left the restaurant but it was hard to shake her words. I do know that Megan indeed sucks but like I said in the very beginning, you always remember how a person makes you feel by what they say.

I stopped associating myself with Megan because she always made me feel like something was wrong with me. Like I was out of step, or falling greatly behind when in reality I like who I am and what I do and I try my best not to let societal norms dictate happiness.

#personal

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

What if all three Yuus (from the novel, manga, and game) were sent to the same world?

Part 6

(Link to previous)

Enma had been cleaning up the one somewhat usable bedroom when he had heard giggling and something creaking.

He frowned, turning back around.

A portly ghost was jumping on the bed he had just cleared.

Enma dropped the moth-eaten sheets he had been hugging to his chest.

“You’re quite the efficient little housewife, aren’t you? Heaven knows we need one of those around here!” Quicker than Enma could blink, the ghost rushed forward until it was right in front of him. His hands were laced behind his back politely, but the grin on his face was too large to be anything other than unsettling. “Why don’t you stick around? Forever.”

Enma stared blankly.

Then, he lit up, resting his hands on the short ghost’s shoulders. “This is awesome! In this world, you can see ghosts without having special powers?”

“Um…” The ghost balked a little.

“I’m going to have to refuse your implied offer to become a ghost, but I hope we can get along as roommates!” He steamrolled over him, eyes bright.

“Yeah… no sweat…” The ghost said, still seeming a little dazed. “You’re not surprised?”

“I mean, obviously, I am, but I’ve never seen a ghost before! Don’t you think that’s kinda cool?”

The ghost stared for a moment longer before meeting Enma’s grin inch by inch. “All of the other students are too scared to even approach this place, it’s nice to have an enthusiastic visitor for once.”

“I don’t know why I wouldn’t be! You’re so cool! This whole world is cool!” He dragged the ghost over to sit on the bumpy mattress again with him before clasping his hands together. “I mean, there’s magic here!”

Now the ghost seemed interested, too. “You don’t have magic back where you’re from? How do your phones work?”

“Oh! I actually know this, I took apart my phone once to see how it worked!” He said, beaming. His parents had been pissed, but Enma had enjoyed the short activity far more than he would have enjoyed anything he could have done on the actual device. He was more than happy to explain his findings to an interested audience.

The ghost ducked out briefly and brought two more ghosts to listen to him talk, and Enma started over for their sake.

He was halfway through explaining the concept of electricity when he heard someone yelling his name.

“Enma!” Ito screamed. “Enma where are you?! Are you okay?!”

He frowned and got up to open the door, but it was flung open before he was even halfway there. Ito stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, holding Grim out like a cross they were using to ward off evildoers.

“Is everything alright? Is that Grim?!” Enma asked, eyebrows knitting together with concern.

The moment their frenzied gaze landed on him they were dragging him behind them by his shirt.

Enma frowned and looked to Kuroki, who was half-jogging down the hallway towards them, for an explanation. Kuroki only pointed sharply at the ghosts, which explained absolutely nothing.

The two newer ghosts both held their hands up in surrender.

“Hey, hey!” The one with a slightly wobbly head said. “We’re just talkin’ to him! Put down the cat!”

“I’m a monster!” Grim said, flames flickering in his throat.

Enma frowned and clapped a hand over the monster’s mouth, ignoring the blisters that rose on his skin. “Hey! Relax! I was just explaining how tech works in our world!”

Ito dropped their arm, but this seemed to be solely because they wanted to turn to stare at him like he was insane. He was glad to return the look, motioning vaguely with his head to the monster that they both had a hand on.

Kuroki was the one to answer: “He earned his keep. He was protecting us! From them!”

Ito still looked a little hesitant, which marked them as the more normal one of the two by the thinnest of margins.

Enma sighed. “They’re fine. We were just talking.”

Grim scoffed and yanked his head away from Enma’s hand, then squirmed until Ito set him down. “What?! Did they just decide not to kill you? How is that fair?!”

“No, we just got past that,” Enma said, shrugging.

Enma got weird stares from everyone in the room. Including the ghosts. Rude.

He was almost glad when there was a loud knocking that rocked the house on its foundations because it meant distracting everyone until he realized it had to be Crowley.

The three humans glanced at each other warily before they all filed their way out the door and down to the entrance. Kuroki walked out front for once, though this seemed to just be because the ghosts were trailing behind them so Enma could keep explaining how electricity worked. Ito had shifted to stand as the divide between the living and the dead, much to Grim’s dismay – they had to pet the monster to get it to even kind of relax with its new position as a personal flamethrower.

Kuroki opened the door for Crowley. The man strode in confidently, pressing the hand that wasn’t piled high with takeout boxes to his chest. “I am back with the food I have provided so –.”

He stopped cold before he could finish praising his own generosity.

“... I believe an explanation is in order.”

Ito rested a hand over their stomach. “Can we at least eat while we talk?”

Crowley nodded shortly and they brought him into the living room, which was actually pretty clean now other than the flames. With a flick of Crowley’s wand, the flames were blown out, wiped clean from the world outside of the trails of black scorch marks decorating the floor. Enma watched on with interest. This meant that there was, at the very least, wind, magic, and fire magic. Maybe there was Earth magic, too? And maybe some sort of magic that was personal to the one using it?

They all sat on the floor in a circle – even the ghosts, who folded their tail-like appendages forward in a way that kind of resembled sitting – and food was handed out. Grim had chosen a spot between Kuroki and Ito, though Enma wasn’t sure if this was because he was on the opposite side as the Headmaster or because he intended on stealing scraps of food from the two humans on either side of him.

Kuroki smiled as he spooned some food into the lid of his takeout box so he and Grim could have their own sections. Ito nudged their water bottle over so the monster could have it instead.

Crowley folded his hands in front of his face. “Now, explain.”

Ito pointed their fork at the ghosts. “They attacked us.”

“Ah, yes, now that I think about it there were a lot of complaints about ghosts scaring everyone away from here,” Crowley said thoughtfully, stroking an imaginary beard. “I deeply apologize for forgetting to tell you.”

Kuroki scoffed disbelievingly but covered it by pretending to choke on his food a little.

Ito pat him on the back. Enma didn’t know if this was meant to be comforting or if they had fallen for the ‘choking’ bit.

“Grim helped us,” Kuroki said after swallowing his food.

Said monster was pawing extra bits of food into his part of the takeout box while Kuroki was looking away, which wasn’t really helping convince the Headmaster nor Enma about his ‘helpfulness’.

Ito set aside their already finished food and leaned back on their hands. They seemed a little calmer now that they had eaten. Maybe they had just been hangry earlier and lashed out at the ghosts?

Kuroki didn’t finish the thought even when prompted by the Headmaster, too busy trying to eat before Grim could finish off his plate for him.

Ito clarified it for everyone: “He fought off the ghosts for us.”

Okay, maybe not just hangriness, then.

“Which wasn’t necessary,” Enma said, frowning. “They’re perfectly nice when you’re nice to them.”

Even the ghosts laughed at him.

He huffed. “What? It’s true! You guys are cool!”

“Sure, kid,” said the portly ghost, still chortling.

“Ah, I see,” Crowley said, lowering his hands to rest in his lap and smiling a smile that was too sharp to be misconstrued as nice. “You three are beast tamers. That must be why the Dark Mirror summoned you three despite the fact that you are mediocre, magicless humans – no, because you are so run-of-the-mill!”

“Are you trying to compliment them? Because you’re not saying anything nice,” said Grim.

Enma cleared his throat to hide a tiny snicker. “What does that mean for us, then, Headmaster?” He prompted.

“Absolutely nothing!” Crowley said brightly.

Ito looked to the ghosts. “Find some books for Enma to throw at him and I’ll pretend you didn’t try and kill us.”

Enma’s face burned. “I have already apologized for that!”

“Ugh, lame, Grim you up for torching the Headmaster?” Ito said, perfectly unaffected by Enma’s refusal.

“Totally,” said Grim, licking the stray crumbs from his face and then turning to grin wickedly at the Headmaster.

“Waitwaitwait!” Crowley said, scooting to hide somewhat behind Enma. “I will add Grim-kun to your arrangement! He will be allowed to live here and, granted he works for his own food, will be allowed to study at the library in his off hours!”

“It would be nice to have someone who can keep the ghosts in line…” Ito said softly.

Grim frowned just slightly. “Man, I wanted to put on one of those sweet uniforms and be a student, not sweep up people’s junk!”

“If you’re not satisfied with my offer, I can arrange to have you thrown out again,” the Headmaster said without missing a beat.

“Gah! Alright, fine, let’s do it!”

Kuroki smiled a little and picked up a napkin to wipe the rest of the stray food from the monster’s mouth. “I know it’s not quite what you wanted, Grim, but it’s still something, right? And, who knows, if you study hard enough and become better than his actual students, he might just have to let you in!”

Grim puffed his chest a little and smiled widely. “I guess you’re right, human! We should work hard then, yeah?”

… okay, fine, Enma had to admit: the monster was a little cute. It was kinda like a toddler, in a way. Just as prideful and prone to violent outbursts as a baby, but still tiny and remarkably easy to please. The smile made it worth it.

The Headmaster opened his mouth, likely to say that he would never let a monster into his school (Enma had gathered from the student’s reactions that monsters might be looked down upon in this society), but Kuroki sent him a cutting glare and Crowley, somehow, managed to hold his tongue.

Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and brushed off the dust from his clothes. “If that is all, I will be taking my leave. You will get your first paycheck in advance so you can afford clothes and food tomorrow, once the shop opens. Your first assignment will be cleaning Main Street. Now… I’ll be off!”

And, like a bird taking flight, he was out the door in an instant, not even waiting for a response.

“... he didn’t even tell us where that was,” sighed Ito.

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#finished this quickly as an apology for last chapter lmao #also because im procrastinating studying for a test #help #peak character dynamics is everyone in a group thinking they're the only sane person present #twst #twst fanfic #twst yuu #yuu #enma yuuken #kuroki yuuya #dire crowley #twst grim #twisted wonderland #yuu can do it! #im actually really enjoying this fic lmao

[i-just-wanted-a-nap]

If Lance had glasses…

As Keith walks nervously up to the door, he wipes his sweaty hands on his pants, taking a deep breath. “Whew… okay, you got this Keith” he whispers in encouragement to himself. He takes one more shaky breath, and then knocks on the door. He stands there for a moment, fidgeting nervously. Then, the door opens, and his eyes land on Lance, and he immediately loses his train of thought.

Lance is wearing a skin-tight navy blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and his hair is messy, as though he’d just woken up. But what catches Keith’s attention is the glasses Lance had on. He had no idea Lance even wore glasses at all.

“You… have glasses? Keith asks, surprised.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t wear them in public. Sorry, I know I look bad…” Lance says sheepishly.

“You… no-I, uh… you…” Keith stutters. His mind is all jumbled up, leaving him at a loss for words, as he feels that odd fluttery sensation in his stomach again.

Lance takes on a slightly concerned expression. He steps out and closes the door behind him. “Er, are you…alright?” he asks.

Keith, still at a loss for words, just stares at Lance. Say something, Keith! he tells himself. Tell him he looks nice! Say they look good! Something, anything! Finally, after a few moments, he manages to get out a few words. Still in a daze, and without taking the time to think it through, he blurts out, “You’re beautiful…”

Lance’s eyes grow wide, his face quickly turning bright red. “I, uh… I-I’m what?” he stutters.

At this, Keith snaps out of his daze, realizing what he just said, and his face flushes in embarrassment. “Oh… oh, I-I’m sorry, it just…slipped out, I… I-I shouldn’t have said… um…” He stops talking before he can embarrass himself any further and just stares at the ground.

Lance, though blushing furiously, has to fight a smile. “You-you think I’m… beautiful?” he asks, a hint of humor in his tone, though his question is serious.

“No!” Keith blurts out, “No, I didn’t- well I-I mean… I mean yeah, I-…” he trails off in embarrassment. Keith chances a glance up at him, and is surprised to find Lance’s face is only inches away from his, and he’s smiling gently at him.

“Why are you here, Keith?” Lance asks curiously.

Keith suddenly remembers why he had come in the first place. “Oh, uh… I just… I wanted to talk to you. Well actually, I wanted to ask you about last night. You were acting kinda, I dunno… odd when you were dropping me off. I don’t really remember much of what happened beforehand…”

“Ah… well, um… at the party, you uh… y-you kissed me… and then you passed out.” Lance replies, “I didn’t really know what to do so I just kinda carried you to my car and brought you home. When you woke up you didn’t really seem to remember much…”

Keith stares at Lance, searching his face for a hint of humor, something to suggest that it was a joke, but Lance’s face remains serious. Panic starts to flood in.

Lance notices Keith’s sudden change in mood. He sees Keith begin to take a step back, but before he can, Lance grabs Keith and pulls him into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay, man. It’s alright…” he says. Keith reluctantly hugs him back, and he feels Keith gradually relax in his arms.

After a few minutes, Keith finally manages to ask, “…Did I really kiss you?”

Lance pulls back just enough to look at Keith’s face, and smiles at him. “Yes. Yes, you did, Keith.” He cups Keith’s face with one hand, and he wraps the other around his waist. Then, he leans down and places his lips on Keith’s. Keith gasps in surprise, before kissing him back, and Lance feels Keith slowly melt in his arms as they kiss.

After what felt like forever, they break apart, still in each other’s arms. “So… I guess this means the feeling’s mutual?” Keith asks. Lance laughs, and it’s like music to his ears, the most wonderful music he’s ever heard.

“Yeah… Yeah, it does…” Lance murmurs. Keith smiles, and Lance feels like he’s on top of the world. He kisses Keith one more time before opening the door behind him and pulling Keith inside.

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #fanfic #klance fanfiction

[forestgreenfairy]

A Teenage Kind of Love (salvis)

Episode 4 

(Travis)

This became a daily occurrence, the drinking, skipping class, sitting in the bathroom. Occasionally Sal would join me. We would talk for a short while then I would eventually make a swift exit so I wouldn't have to look at him. One of the days he came to the bathroom he said. 

"You know Travis, I think we could consider each other friends now," he said and I laughed. We could never be friends, that would be too tempting for me. 

"No we can not be friends" I say And he sighs. 

"You can't isolate yourself from everyone" he says putting his hand under the stall door reaching for mine" I immediately scoot over and lift my hand 

"I'm not a fucking homo like you sally face" I whisper yell. My face has gone red and my hand is shaking. 

"Travis I'm not gay sometimes a touch from a freind is good, like hugs or high five, hand holding is not only for couples" my brain is racing thinking of everything I could say I don't know if it's the fact that I'm drunk or that there's no on around but I set my hand down on top of his.

My chest fills with butterflies and I can't help but smile. I love this feeling but it's wrong. It's almost as if I can feel God's eyes gawking at me from heaven. Silently judging me from above. 

"Earth to Travis" sal says from the other side of the door. I pull my hand away. 

"I really have to leave uh school almost over" I say, opening the door and rushing out. 

"Travis wait" sal yells but I leave before he can finish. 

(Sal) 

I don't know why but I wanted him to hold my hand. I wanted him to be closer. Wanted him to feel okay to open up with me. To talk to me. 

But when his hand touched mine it felt. Different. Different then when me and Larry hug than when ash grabs my hand and pulls me with her different then when Todd grabs my arm when talking about something particularly interesting. Different than I've ever felt before. I can't tell if I liked it or not. My stomach did cartwheels and my palms were sweaty. 

I collect myself  standing up and looking in the mirror. I wash my hands then leave. 

While I waited for Larry at his car I'm still in a daze thinking about how warm his hand was. How his shaky hand settled on top of mine. 

"Sal" Larry says approaching the car. 

"Oh hey Larry" I say getting into the car after he locks it. 

"You seemed a little out of it" questions buckling in and starting the car.

"Yeah I guess I am" I say 

"Just been kinda distracted today" I say, leaning my head back in my seat. 

"Wanna talk about it?" 

"Maybe later" 

(Travis)

"How was your day Travis" my dad says as I get in the car. 

"It was okay" I respond blandly

"I have a question Travis" he says turning his head to me and my heart begins to race.

"I have noticed that my alcohol has been going missing” he pauses “do you think you might know why” sweat beads at hairline bad hands begin to shake. 

“No father” he nods and says nothing the whole ride home. Once we step inside he says again in a strong steady voice. 

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you know what happened to my alcohol?” I shake my head no and he slaps me across the face. 

“STOP LYING BOY” he screams.

“Okay okay I did it I took it” he smiles in victory. 

“What are you doing with it? Partying?” He asks.

“No, I'm just drinking it by myself. I’m trying to get over some feelings.” I say and his smile fades and he looks confused.

“What feelings because if it’s a girl that’s okay Travis that all I’ve wanted was for you to find a nice girl” he says 

“No it's not a girl”  he looks more confused than before. 

“I don’t want to hear about any depression, '' he says with air quotes.

“Stop stealing my booze it’s not good for you” he says walking away, he never wants to talk about my feelings for very long.

But if it was only depression.

 I would be much better off if I was just depressed. 

Not gay. 

(Sal) 

Larry and I are laying on my bed. Larry’s doing some math assignment that I’m trying to do but I just can’t focus. 

“Sal I can’t figure this out” he says erasing the same problem an 8th time. 

“I’m gonna call over to see if he can help” I mutter okay and stay in my trance. Thinking. 

A few minutes later tod walks in my room with his math books dropping them on the bed. 

“I heard I was in need of assistance,” he smiles.

“yes dude i've been stuck on this problem for like 45 minutes and sal is no help” he gestures towards me making a in't know gesture.

“Larry this is so easy look” he writes the problem out probably answering it in seconds. 

Todd sits down on the bed as Larry copies it down and finishes the paper. 

“Sal you okay” he asks and I shake my head yes. 

“ Well you seem kind of out of it dude” he says looking at me.

“Well to be honest i have been kind of out of it today since” i stop talking and it feels like i can't get the words out. 

“Since?” he questions.

“Um, so I've been talking with Travis this past week, in the bathroom. I've been trying to cheer him up y'know and” Larry interrupts me.

“You’ve been talking to Travis where?” He questions.

“In the bathroom but that is not the point” he interrupts me again.

“Why” my patience is running thin.

“LISTEN I’m trying to explain” he nods 

“I’ve noticed he’s been really sad lately and skipping classes, we’ll Monday I found him in the bathroom drinking all by himself” Travis and tod look so surprised you would think they had received live changing news.

“And I do more talking then he does but I think it helps we’ve got tons closer but today I told him it wasn’t gay for physical touch between friends” I pause when Larry smirks and Todd gives him death eyes quickly melting his smile.

“We always sit on opposite sides of the big stall door but today I put my hand underneath the door and he put his hand on mine” I say all in one breath. They both look at each other then at me. 

“Okay?” Todd says looking confused.

“And it didn't feel the same as when ash holds my hand or when me and larry hug or when you grab my arm.'' I pause “it felt different.. It felt like my stomach was gonna flip upside down, it felt like butterflies were flying all around my inside and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. '' I stop talking and look up at Todd who is smiling from ear to ear and Larry who's holding back a laugh. 

“What's so funny? Because i don't think this is very funny” i say angrily 

“Sal do you seriously not realize” larry says 

“You like travis” says todd 

“Of course I like him, he's not as mean as he seems you know” Larry puts his arm on my shoulder. 

“No you LIKE like travis” Larry says cooly with a smile. 

What? oh OH. holy shit. I totally like travis. But im not gay? Am i? I don't know anymore.

“But im not gay” i say and they smile 

“That's what I thought too,” Todd says and panic fills me. What if i really am gay. I just need some time to think about how I feel and giggling Todd and Larry are not very helpful.

“Okay thank you for the help. I really need to get to bed so you guys should leave.” I say , picking up their things and handing them to them.

“Sal it's only 7 o'clock” they say in unison.

“yeah im really tired thanks for coming over” i say pushing them out of my bedroom door. I hear them laughing as they leave the apartment. 

 This is going to be a long night.

#salvis #sally face #sal fisher #travis phelps #fanfic

[secretninjapolysideblog]

Okay! So this is the third part! Sorry this whole thing isn’t really my best writing, but it’s been super crazy in my life. But I’m just enjoying going crazy with ideas in this, and I’m enjoying it, even if the quality isn’t the best. So, here we are! :3

Part 1

Part 2

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“Okay, Kai usually trains by himself every Thursday around 4pm. So, we have a good chance of getting him alone and asking him to talk in private without getting interrupted!” Jay waved his hands in excitement.

“Didn’t he also say, and I quote! ‘If you interrupt me I will burn your dinner for a week.’ I can’t have coals for dinner Jay!”

“Relax! You're the Earth ninja, I’m sure coals will just be like spicy rocks or something!”

“I don’t eat rocks Jay.”

“Besides, this is kind of important. I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Jay blabbered on and paced in a small circle. “Everything will be absolutely fine! Nothing will go wrong-“

“Jay, you’re freaking out aren’t you?”

“Kai will absolutely be chill with this! Even if he rejects us, it can’t go that terrible, right!?”

“Jay-“

“I mean, I’m not freaking out! You don’t need to be nervous, cause I’m not nervous at all!”

“JAY!!”

“I LIED I’M FREAKING OUT!!” Jay grabbed Cole by the shoulders and shook him vigorously. “WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO IF HE SAYS NO!? I CAN’T HANDLE THAT TENSION! I CAN BARELY HANDLE DROPPING SOMETHING ON THE GROUND IN A STORE! WE’RE GONNA DIE!!” Cole rolled his eyes, grabbing Jay by the face and planting a solid kiss on his lips. Jay's sounds of panic slowly died down and muffled into the kiss, and slowly Cole pulled away as Jay stared at him with a dazed expression.

“Better?” Jay nodded slowly and covered his blushing face with both hands. Cole smiled, slowly stroking Jay’s hair. “Good. Look, Kai is a pretty chill dude. Sure he gets a bit overzealous and impatient, but I feel like with this, he’ll be one of the most chill guys to get rejected by. Besides, we got each other, I’ll be here the whole time.” Jay moved his hands away from his face and rested his head on Cole’s chest with a smile.

“Yeah. Okay, thanks…I’ll be there for you too.” Jay nuzzled further into Cole’s chest, gripping tightly to his shirt. Cole’s warm arms wrapped around Jay as Cole shoved his face in Jay’s hair.

“Thanks Sparky. Now, let’s get out there and kick this confession's butt.”

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“100! 101! 102!”

The counting echoed out onto the deck of the bounty as a cold breeze brushed past Kai’s hair. The breeze was nice, since Kai usually ran hot anyway, but it was especially nice when he was building up a sweat.

“103!”

“You go first!”

“Come on! Where is that confidence I just finished building up!?”

“You calmed me down! There was no confidence built!”

Kai sighed and stopped his push-ups. “I thought I told them not to interrupt my workout.” Kai mumbled to himself. He liked his scheduled training, it gave him some time alone to think, and almost everyone knew about it, so why, on the First Spinjitzu Masters green earth was he being interrupted!? Kai stomped towards the door that Cole and Jay had been rudely bothering his peace and quiet from, and fully opened the door. Jay yelped and jumped back into the stiffest standing position ever seen. If you were to put him next to a wooden board, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Cole’s tension was significantly less, but it was still clearly there. “You guys wanna tell me why you are bothering my training time, when everybody on this ship knows not to do so unless it’s important!”

“Uh- um! I-well…we-“ Jay stammered as he fiddled with his hands. Cole put a hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath, then gave Kai a soft smile.

“We wanted to talk to you about something, if that’s okay?” Kai’s expression softened as he looked at the two boys. He hoped it wasn’t serious. Were they having issues? ‘I hope not, they are kinda cute together, it’d be a shame if it ended.’ Kai thought as he closed the door behind him.

“Um, yeah…okay dude, sure. Lead the way.” Cole nodded in response and gestures for him to follow. Jay was still just as stiff as he turned and followed his boyfriend. The two led Kai to Cole’s room and opened the door for him, before following him in and shutting it. “Okay…what’s up guys? You two have been acting kind of weird lately. You having relationship issues or something? I mean, I have experience in relationships, but I’m just surprised you would ask me for advice.” Cole and Jay both shook their heads as Jay let out a nervous laugh.

“No…no it’s not that. Heh. If we were having issues, I would definitely not ask you.” Jay chuckled and seemed to loosen up a bit. Kai mocked offense as he smiled.

“Why not!? I’m an expert in practically everything! I’m offended.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your hair in a twist.” Cole smirked as he pulled out a chair. Kai sat in it as Cole sat on the bed. Jay practically projected an entire war from his head between standing or sitting, before rushing to sit next to Cole. “We didn’t mean to worry you, this is kind of important, but it’s nothing like what you’re thinking. So, don’t worry.” Cole said.

“Okay. So what is this about?” Kai asked as he stared down the two. Cole fidgeted slightly and Jay was still, which was weird. Until suddenly Jay burst into a frantic motion waving his hands around and standing up.

“OKAY I’M JUST GONNA SAY IT!! We both kind of really really like you! And we were like, but we like each other!? But we talked, and were like, let’s ask him out together, is that weird? I DON’T KNOW! Sowemadeaplanandputitintomotion,and youansweredusandwewereexcitedbutalsosupernervousandIdon’twannamakethisweird,soI’msorryifitis!!” Jay inhaled a breath to continue but Cole covered his mouth with a furious blush.

“Jay!! What the heck!? That’s not what we planned!”

“I’m sorry I panicked!”

Kai stopped spinning in his chair and stared in shock. Did they really just…confess that they liked him!? Cole and Jay looked at him nervously and Jay slowly moved Cole’s hand away from his face.

“Are…are you mad?” Jay asked. Kai blinked and stood up.

“Uh…no! No, I'm not mad! Just…a little surprised. Honestly, this was probably the last thing I was expecting.”

“Sooo, is that a no?” Cole sounded disappointed, and Kai huffed in response.

“Stop, putting words in my mouth Rocky! I’m not mad, and this isn’t a no. Consider it…a maybe?” Kai smiled at the two, the other boys seemed to relax significantly. Though Jay looked a bit confused. “I’ll explain cause Jay looks confused.” Kai chuckled as Jay tried to protest.

“I’m not confused! I was just curious about what that entailed exactly!”

“Chill Sparky. I’ll explain. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really let myself think about you guys like that, since you two were my teammates, and then you were dating each other. But, I won’t lie and say I’m opposed to it. I’m pretty open to trying actually. So, how about this? I go on a date with both of you. Get to know you in that way a bit, see how we all like it. One date with each of you separately, and then maybe one together, if you’re up for it? Just a thought, we can talk about it more.” Kai shrugged. Jay jumped up immediately and shook his head.

“Yes! Yeah, sure! I’m okay with that! Uh…” Jay blushed as he realized how excited he seemed and stared at Cole. “If uh, you’re okay with that too Cole?” Cole smiled and grabbed Jay’s hand.

“Yeah. That sounds like a good plan. Thanks for being so chill Kai.” Kai gave one of his signature cocky smiles.

“This ain’t my first rodeo, not to brag. We’ll make further plans later, but I’m gonna go finish training. See you two later.” Kai gave a single wink as he shut the door and left the room. Jay and Cole were left blushing, hand in hand as they stared at the door. Then at each other. And then at the door.

“Was it just me or was that super hot about how chill he was?” Cole asked. Jay answered, his voice high pitched and shaky.

“No, yeah, yeah. Super hot.” Jay froze and gripped Cole’s hand tighter. “What am I gonna wear!?”

“Wha- you don’t even know where you’re going yet!?”

[meliakirschtein]

Mountain Training

Melia trudged through the snow alongside Jean, Sasha, and Marco up the mountain. Why on earth was climbing a snowy mountain to a tiny cabin part of their training? Who could tell. “Hold up a second!!” Marco called out to the other two as he noticed Sasha falling behind. “Are you ok?” he asked. She nodded. “Yeah, sorry, this pack is really starting to weigh me down…” she said. Melia back-tracked and noticed Sasha on the ground, catching her breath.

“It’s just a bit farther… we can’t stop now… here, let me carry it for a bit,” Melia said, taking the pack off Sasha and slinging it around her shoulder. “Melia, can you really carry that?” Marco asked his sister as she helped Sasha up. “Yeah, we’re almost there… and I’m stronger than you, anyways,” she teased, causing Jean to smirk under his mask. “C’mon you guys, like Melia said, we’re nearly there,” he said, leading the way.

Sure enough, the group arrived to find many of their fellow cadets already there, some outside the cabins, and some inside. “Woah, nice of you to finally show up, Kirschtein!” Eren teased as he sat next to Mikasa in the snow. “Oh yeah? Well, it’s not my fault… Sasha was the one slowing us down!” he retorted, acting like he wasn’t also panting for air. The climb was really no joke. Melia, with both her pack and Sasha’s made her way inside an empty cabin and dropped both packs before sitting down with her back against the wall.

She kicked her boots off, rubbing her sore feet, and continued to try and catch your breath. The cabin door opened, and Jean walked in. “There you are, Melia… hey, Mar-” he began, before being cut off by Melia’s “shhhhh.” He shut the door behind him and crouched down to her level. “You overdid it when you took on Sasha’s pack didn’t you?” he observed. “Yeah, a little bit… I don’t want Marco to worry,” she said. Jean reached into one of the packs and pulled out a water pouch, getting her to take a sip.

“What about all that talk about you being stronger than him?” Jean asked her. “When it comes to smack talk, you should know better than anyone that I’m just BSing,” she said with a chuckle. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Jean retorted, though he could see through her sarcasm. The pair had grown rather close in the past few years of training and would often playfully banter like this. “Seriously though, you shouldn’t overdo it…” Jean said, standing up and looking down at his friend.

“Since when were you so concerned about me? You’re acting like I’m your little sister too,” she said, reaching her hand up, waiting for him to offer his. “You’re reading into it too much… Marco’s the one worried about you. I could care less if you pass out from exhaustion! I just can’t keep covering your butt,” he said, offering his hand and helping her up. “So quit acting tough and just ask me to help you next time,” he said, walking over to the door as Melia slid her boots back on.

As Jean opened the door to leave, Marco was coming in. “Melia! There you are… are you ok?” he asked her. “Yeah, except I had to hear this idiot give me a talking-to,” she said teasingly, smirking at Jean as he left the cabin, smiling to himself. Marco watched as their friend left and shut the door behind him, with Melia’s eyes still watching him through the window as he walked over towards Mikasa and Eren.

“I wish you would just tell him how you feel about him,” Marco said, snapping her out of her daze. “I could never… Everyone knows he’s super into Mikasa. Besides, I think he just sees me like you do… as a little sister that he needs to look after,” she said. “I think you’re wrong,” Marco began. “He may have an infatuation for Mikasa… but what you have with him is a lot more substantial. He cares about you, even if you don’t realize it yet,” he said. Melia felt herself blush and turned to one of the backpacks. She rummaged through it and pulled out a few smaller packages.

“It’s getting kinda late, we should get the rations out… if everyone else it like me, they’re probably starving,” she said, changing the subject. “Yeah, good thinking,” Marco said, taking one of the packages to help her pass out. The pair headed outside and started passing out the bland rations, with Marco keeping an eye on Jean and Melia. She handed one to him first, then proceeded to pass them out to everyone, with Jean keeping a subtle watch on her, as if admiring her willingness to serve.

Connie and Sasha came rushing out from one of the cabins. “Word is that it’s time for some grub!! What’s on the menu??” Connie asked excitedly. “Some five-star dining. The most delicious meal you can think of,” Melia said dryly before handing them both rations, causing their once excited faces to droop to looks of disappointment. “Ughhh why did I actually believe you for a minute??” Sasha cried as Jean chuckled at them. The only time Marco saw a genuine smile from Jean was when his sister was involved.

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