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Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
warnings: SMUT nsfw 18+(um lang, y/n receiving, unprotected, cream pie —assume ur on bc—-semi public/sneaky, nothing too crazy)
authors note: AW ITS KINDA CUTE GUYS. here’s the other matty poo idea i had since y’all seem to eat him up always hehe.
summary: you join some of your friends on a trip to get over a breakup and end up having a heart to heart talk during a late night swim with matt….but talkings not all you end up doing…
word count: 3,431w
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“hey y/n get your suit on! we’re gonna swim!” nick said, peering in through your half opened door.
“mkay” you nodded back, forcing a smile. it’d been a split second decision to force yourself to join your friends on this trip. Nick had suggested you come to try and get your mind off of things. you and your boyfriend had broken up only 2 weeks ago, after you found him cheating on you. it’d been a long time coming and had almost never been a good relationship, but a breakup is a breakup and you were still reeling from it. you pulled out a stringy bikini, then threw an oversized t shirt on top. the house you were staying at was large and out in the middle of nowhere. the pool was a significant distance behind the house which gave it a cool secluded feel during the day, but at night the walk alone was a little eerie. you fears washed away though as you got close enough to see your friends splashing around and their laughter became audible, only lit by the purple pools lights. it brought a smile to your face and you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. you and your friends hung around together for a couple hours, getting late into the night when chris decided he was hungry and needed a snack. the nearest convenience store was about 20 minutes away and would be closing soon so chris and the 3 of others decided to do a junk food run, leaving just you and matt. matt had been your friend since 7th grade, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out as much in the last year cause he made your ex so nervous. he was always convinced you had feelings for matt. at one point he might’ve not been wrong, but you’d never tell a soul that.
“ok last chance guys! you want anything?” nick shouted as the others ran back towards the house.
“skittles!” said matt
“oo can you get me some twizzlers?”
“yup!” nick said running off
“think he listened?” matt said wading through the water to the edge where you were sitting, dangling your feet in.
“oh definitely not” you laughed
“you should come in the water! it’s really warm”
“but then when i get back out i’ll be cold” the outside air had dropped enough to feel the slightest of chill of fall.
“so? you can borrow my sweater if you want” said matt sweetly, always a gentleman
“come on! have some fun!” he teased splashing only enough to spray a few droplets on your thighs. you could never say no to him. you stood up and pulled your tshirt over your head. matt looked up at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he quickly glanced away. you figured he’d zoned out. you cannonballed in, intentionally hitting matt with a wave of water.
“asshole” he laughed, splashing you as you came back up for air. you grinned at him and shook the wet hair out of your eyes and paddled to sit on the pools steps. matt joined and sat next to you. he leaned his arms against the the pools edge, the water only coming up to his mid stomach. you stole a glance at his toned torso and arms, tattoos glistening from the water. his eyes darted back to yours and he gave you a half smile.
“hey, you been okay? i didn’t wanna pry, but i head about the breakup” he said with concern
“oh…yeah. i’m okay i guess” you sighed
“he’s a real dick, y/n. i mean really. such an asshole. i wanted to kill him” you snorted
“you and me both” matt was on a roll in his rant and barely seemed to notice your comment
“i mean he has some fucking nerve treating you like that. you deserve like the best of the best and the fact that he didn’t didn’t see that—“
“aww matt” a warm fuzzy feeling spread over your skin at his words. he snapped back into remembering your presence and gave you a bashful look.
“i just think you deserve someone who treats you right. so good riddance to him” he said, splashing at an invisible presence off in the distance, trying to play cool. it was an adorably dorky move.
“thank you, matty” you said softly. he paused, and looked you intensely in the eyes.
“yeah always” he breathed out. the tension hung thickly in the night air. you turned your face away from his, hoping it would dissipate.
“and not that it matters, but i remember back in middle school when everyone was playing truth or dare, all the girls made fun of him for being a bad kisser” matt said, attempting to lighten the mood. it worked and you let out a laugh.
“yeah trust me, kissing wasn’t the only thing he was bad at”
“oooooo really” matt said grimacing. you nodded and dramatically shivered at the thought.
“yeah, honestly, don’t think there was a single time i wasn’t on top doing all the work. he’d sorta just lie there…like a corpse. and y’know…second he was done that was that. maybe 2 minutes each time.” matt’s jaw dropped
“whaaaat” you laughed as you glanced at your hands under the water, feeling nervous about talking about this with matt.
“that’s crazy. half the fun of sex watching the other person enjoy it” you felt your face flush as you raised your eyebrows at him
“what?” he chuckled back at your surprise
“nothing, i’ve just never heard you talk like that before” matt rolled his eyes playfully
“yeah well much to your surprise i have had sex before, y/n”
“well i know that…”
“just didn’t think i’d be good at it” he cut you off, teasingly. your face turned from flush to beat red, making you thankful for the dim lighting.
“hey, i wouldn’t be one to judge” you shrugged out, suddenly feeling painfully aware of your lack in experience.
“what do you mean?” matt questioned
“just…he was the only person i ever…y’know” you sheepishly avoided the words.
“had sex with?” matt filled in for you. you nodded and scrunched your face. he studied you for a minute.
“so you’ve never had good sex?” he asked, quietly. you felt so exposed you might as well have been naked.
“‘guess not” you mumbled avoiding is unwavering gaze.
“have to wait around for the next boy” you snickered to yourself
“isn’t that a bit of a gamble?”
“well what are my other options i mean youre the only guy i know who probably any good at sex—“ matt’s eyes widened. you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic beginning to settle in.
“oh my god—sorry—i—that came out wrong—i didn’t mean like you and me—like you need to show me—shit” matt just continued to look at you, his eyes burning holes into your skull. you buried your face in your pruning hands.
“well, why not” matt rasped out. you peaked through your fingers at him, his expression looked blank, but his chest rose rapidly, nervously. you dropped you hands.
“what” you almost whispered. he took a steadying breath.
“i said why not.” you tried to breath, but no air seemed to be available.
“what do you mean” matt gnawed at his lip before speaking again.
“i mean that you deserve to only feel amazing and i don’t want you to go around experimenting with more assholes and—“
“matt, i’m not gonna let you have pity sex with me” you scoffed out, embarrassment itching your whole body.
“that’s not what i meant y/n” he said in a hushed voice. you continued to babble over him.
“i mean i know you’re the nicest guy ever, but come on even you have to know you don’t have to fuck me to protect me from other bad guys—“
“i dont want you to fuck other guys at all” he sounded exasperated. you gave him a lost look. he exhaled, looking up at the sky for invisible answers.
“you don’t?” he looked back into your eyes, you felt like your heart could melt.
“of course not, y/n” your heart raced.
“okay” he furrowed his brow
“okay what?”
“okay yeah— i mean let’s—“ you inhaled, pulling yourself together and met his gazed
“i want you to show me” his chest rattled again.
“yeah?” he breathed out. you nodded, rapidly. he moved closer to you, your faces now inches apart. his eyes darted down to your lips. he smiled, and looked back up into yours, as one hand gently wrapped around your waist.
“okay” he rasped out as he brushed his nose against yours. he seemed to revel in the tension between you, before bringing his soft warm lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, but still delicate. it sent electricity through your chest and down to your fingertips. he brought his other hand up to your check and jaw, molding your faces together even more. matt pulledl his lips away from yours momentarily to whisper out
“you can touch me, y/n” you only then realized your arms had been cluelessly frozen by your sides. you eagerly brought them up around matt’s neck, immediately changing the tone of the kissing to something much more heated. he let out a sharp breath into your mouth before moving to come between your legs, both hands now grasping your waist. he pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his body, gripping into his hair. he let out a small groan against your lips and squeezed at your flesh in his hands. you sighed out at the feeling, opening your mouth against his which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. your mouths locked together perfectly, as your hands begin to move from his hair to explore his chest, your fingertips roaming the skin of his body you’d only ever dreamed of getting to touch. you lowered your nails to just beneath his bellybutton, which elicited a genuine moan from him. you smiled against his mouth
“where did you learn that” he grumbled
“i have have a couple tricks” you said coly
“oh yeah?” he said between soft quick kisses
“so do i” he bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling with his teeth as he brought your hips up against his. you whined feeling him press against your bikini bottoms. he chuckled at your pathetic reaction and pushed your hair back from your neck. he lowered his lips down to the sensitive newly exposed skin and began to sloppily kiss a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, then began sucking and biting at your flesh.
“fuck” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back. you grasped at his taught upper arms.
“you like that?” he groaned against your skin, setting it ablaze with vibrations.
“yes” you sighed out, bucking your hips slightly against his, desperate for more than just the grazing pressure of him standing against you. he seemed to understand your every need and hooked his fingers through the flimsy ties of your bikini and pulled you harshly against him. you felt a hardness in his shorts pressing against your core and your mouth practically watered. his hands trailed back up your body and to your back where your top tied together.
“this okay” you nodded and pulled him back in against your mouth, not wanting to waste a moment for words away from his lips. he expertly untied the knots and slipped the clinging wet fabric of your chest, leaving your boobs exposed to the outside air. he tossed the fabric on the ground behind you as he looked down at your heaving chest.
“god” he groaned out, his eyes widening as he brought his hands to your boobs and pawed at the the soft flesh. he ran his thumbs delicately across your nipples watching you, as you tossed your head back in a moan. he slipped his hands behind your back again, bringing your bare skin flush against his
“you’re so beautiful” he huffed against your lips. you began to rock yourself back and forth against his blatantly obvious hard on, desperate to build some friction. he wrapped one arm around your thigh and lifted you up to the top dry step of the pool, completely taking you out of the water except for your calves. matt lowered himself down to his knees a few steps bellow you, and began to kiss your knees and inner thighs. your legs quivered, as your core ached for attention. his wide blue eyes looked up at you, his mouth only inches away from where you needed him most, as his fingers hooked to the sides of your swimsuit.
“can i?” he mumbled against your skin.
“please” you whined out. he pulled at the loose bows, undoing the flimsy cover easily. you lifted your hips for him to slide the fabric from between your legs. he parted your legs with his hands, his pupils dilating to blackness as he took in the sight of you entirely exposed.
“so perfect” he sighed almost in a trance
“matt—“ you whined desperate and impatient. he looked back up at you with a half smile
“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good” his words alone could’ve made you come undone. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he brought his warm wet mouth against your aching clit. he gently kissed at the bundle of nerves, making you thrust your hips up against his face hungry for more. he responded by beginning to drag his tongue in painfully slow circles around your clit.
“oh god—matt-“ you cried out, your fingers latching into his hair for support. he groaned against your sensitive bud.
“y’taste so good” your thighs squeezed his face as he began to move his tongue faster, flicking it it circles around your clit.
“oh fuck— that feels so good—“ you exhaled. one of his arms loosed it’s grip
as he brought his fingertips down to meet your folds. he broke his tongue away from your clit and rested his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh as his watched his own fingers drag up and down your dripping folds. you whined in torture and he brought his pointer and middle finger to your entrance pressing small torturous pulses against it, but not entering or giving you the fullness you needed. you were a mess at his touch, whining, moaning, and thrashing around, but he seemed to savor every minute of watching you. finally, he slipped his finger into your core and you cried out at the feeling.
“so pretty” he whispered again before starting to pump his digits in and out of you over and over, his fingers curving up expertly. the tension in your stomach began to form almost immediately. matt needed no clues in knowing what you needed and lowered his tongue back to your clit. your walls began to pulse around his fingers. you knew you were close.
“oh god—matt-i—“ you began to stutter out
“good girl. cum for me” he cooed. you fell apart with his permission and came undone. your legs stuttered as your high began to end and matt slipped his fingers out of you. he lifted himself back up to your level, leaning against the ledge behind you and kissing you again.
“see how good you taste” he said against your lips
“matt” you giggled slightly shocked against him, starting to close your legs. his grip latched back down on your thighs, stopping you.
“oh i’m not done with you yet” he growled through a slight smile, as he hoisted you up into the air. your wrapped your legs around him, as he carried you away from the pool to a nearby lounge chair. he laid you down on your back and climbed on top of you, between your legs. he pressed his still covered crotch against your exposed vulnerable entrance. you hissed, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. he stopped and pulled back from you
“you okay?”
“yes just sensitive” you let out a breathy laugh
“do you want to stop” the overwhelming look of concern in his eyes was adorable
“are you kidding me?” you said, wrapping your legs around him tightly, bringing him back down on top of you.
“thank god” he exhaled. you laughed as you began to kiss him again, rolling your hips up against him. he whimpered. you dragged your fingernails up his back and dug in slightly at his shoulders. he groaned again. the sound of him wanting you was enough to make you desperate all over. you continued to run your fingernails down his chest and to his waistband, snapping the elastic against his skin slightly. his stomach tensing at the feeling.
“take these off, matty” you whined.
“whatever you want” he pulled off from you and stood to the side, sliding off the shorts.
his rock hard dick sprung out free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach. your jaw opened slightly as your eyes took in the impressive size of him in front of you.
“what?” he chuckled
“youre so big” you said in genuine awe
“fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me” he said, climbing back on top of you and needily yanking your legs up around him. the tip of his hard member rubbed against your clit as he continued to grind his hips against yours through your makeout.
“matt—“ you whined again, needing more.
“you sure you want to do this?” he asked looking into your eyes.
“yes matt—i want you so bad” you moaned to him
“fuck i’m all yours, baby” he said kissing you again, as he began to align himself with your entrance. he pushed himself inside you slowly and shuddered against you once he was all the way deep into your core. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the extreme stretch before beginning to slowly thrust in and out and in and out of your pussy. the stretch and fullness of him made you cry out sounds like you’d never made before.
“fuck you feel so good. such a perfect tight little pussy” he huffed out between his calculated thrusts.
“oh god matt”
“taking me so well baby” he cooed
“shitt-feel so good inside me, matty”
“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh baby?” he breathed against your ear, burying his head into your neck.
“so fucking much—oh god yes—faster”
“okay beautiful” he began to pick up the pace of his steady thrusts and you thought you’d see stars. each thrust of his dick equally hard and timed out as he slammed against your g spot. you clawed at his back desperately, which only seemed to encourage him to pick up his pace to an impossibly faster speed. you slurred out curses in between pornographic moans as your mind became a total blur. you could feel your second orgasm approaching.
“OHHH FUCK MATT YES”
“fuck you sound so good moaning my name like that y/n”
“MATT OH GOD IM GONNA”
“you gonna cum for me again, baby?”
“YES OH MY FUCK”
“be a good girl and cum all over my dick” your eyes blurred with tears of pleasure as your ears buzzed and your second orgasm took control of your body. matt let out an uneven moan as your walls rapidly pulsed around his cock.
“fuck—squeezing me so good—shit—i’m close—“
“mmmm” was all you managed to moan in response as he began to trust into you wildly and unsteadyily
“oh my fuck baby i’m gonna cum”
“cum matt—i wanna feel you cum” you panted
“OHH MY OH FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM NGHH IM CUMMING” the groaned out as he halted his thrusts deep inside you, shooting hot white ropes of his release into your throbbing core. he collapsed breathless on top of you. after a moment matt pulled himself off your chest and propped himself up by his forearms.
“have any fun?” he asked sheepishly
“are you KIDDING ME? holy SHIT” you said in total honestly
“not half bad right?” he laughed, reaching for his shorts.
“unreal” he handed you his sweater and leaned back down to kiss you again, but pulled away abruptly
“sorry—was that weird? i don’t wanna make you feel pressured—“ you wrapped your arms around his neck shutting him up with another kiss
“good luck if you think your getting away from me now”
“i wouldn’t dream of it”
—————————————————————————live for sweet matt smut always 🫶
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bloodydragam · 6 months
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give us a rundown of ur v owo anything new (or old!) you want us to know
Hey, Anon! Oh, thanks a lot for asking, this is gonna be a mess but anyway, also, sorry for taking so long. (I think I write a lot, so, I'll add the "read more" thing)
So, some basics about the background of my V, Valery Rodriguez: she grew up in Santo Domingo, used to like SAMURAI a lot and be this type of anti system girl that went to protests and stuff, but due to very poor decisions and mistakes she was forced to work for some Arasaka suit to spy around the neighborhood, for this and the Arasaka suit seeing she was quite a sneaky, quick thinking person, he offered her a work on Arasaka, or he will tell about her work as a mole, which will get her killed so she accepted (and that was hell, of course)
About her years as a Corpo, well, she had to work and suffer a lot for people at Arasaka to let a street kid be in peace in that kind of place, and she sacrificed a lot to actually make it. (Betray her friends, forget her ideals, became very isolated, among other stuff) So she was beyond lost and pissed off when after everything she did, she was so easily disposed by them.
Also, for this kind of thing she gets along so easily with Goro, she thinks that only very few people understand why someone goes from that point A (the street background) to point B (basically selling soul to a corp) so quickly.
And about her relationship with Johnny, it's a lot about V going back to who she used to be and a person she missed a lot to be, and being herself again, thanks to him in some way.
I, too, have this divided part of her story in which she either chooses Goro or Johnny, whether she learned a lesson or not through all this story of hers.
Goro's path will lead her to not forgive Johnny at the Oil Fields and accept Hanako's offer.
Johnny's path will lead her to the (Don't Fear) The Reaper ending and dying in the raid, but being happy cause her ultimate fear of dying alone (cause, loneliness was a heavy subject for her) didn't'come true, since Johnny was with her. (Also, they get together in the afterlife, so... happy ending?)
...
And well, that's kind of some basics cause I could write for hours about her.
Oh, and some extra stuff: she had very poor visual health, so, one of the first things she did once she got money from Arasaka was get a good eye operation and once she was at it, she went from her natural brown eyes to purple ones.
And Johnny likes the fact that in spite of V not having liked her brown eyes, in the sun they still turn to a kind of brown, and he likes to see her eyes like that. (This last bit actually happens in-game, in some photos her eyes actually look brown in some lights and I adore it)
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fstive · 2 years
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for my twst au ( AUTISTIC WONDERLAND LMAO)
HEARTSLABYUL
WIP :/
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Heartslabyul is a dorm known for its longer list of rules that its students are expected to abide by. Should they break even one, the person will be scolded harshly, or even Beheaded if it goes too far.
almost every member of Heartslabyul, apart from the riddle, wear a face marking shaped like one of the four playing card suits: heart, spade, diamond, or clover. These markings vary in size and location, but most of the Heartslabyul students have theirs behind their ear or under their eyes. The students also appear to be assigned a specific playing card to represent them, whose suit corresponds to the marking on their face. These cards appear on their dorm uniforms.
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Heartslaybul is a dorm know for its longest set of rules for a dormitory, other than Pomfiore. MOST. heartslabyul students have to follow, Most of the rules consisting bedtimes , clubs , or other things. If a student breaks one, that specific student will be punished, or beheaded
Almost every member of heartslaybul , have a marking on their face, or a part of their body. Mostly hands, Legs , or arms. The uniform is neutral, Members are not aloud to wear anything innapropriate such as.. : R34 Hoodies, shirts n stuff like that ( Sorry idia😭). headphones are aloud during study groups and/or clubs. Members uniforms don't have to correspond to the students marking fully, other than tiny patches or pins.
About the members
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS { he/she}
riddle is filipino, and japanese. He is autistic ( obviously 😭), hes good at masking it until the topic of hedgehogs come up. Riddle used to be in the gargyole club along with trey, malleus and lillia. Riddle is now in the light music club with Lillia, Yuu, cater and sometimes even leona when he isnt feeling like absolute shit💀. after riddles overblot riddle became More softer with his punishments but still beheading people.. Mostly floyd , And the Adeuce duo. Riddle sings alone in his room whenever he feels like it( i added it cause i felt like it💀), He is also very single . ABSOLUTELY HATES COOKING.
TREY CLOVER { he/they }
trey is black and chinese. trey had dyed his hair with riddle a few times To see how he would look, He looks suprisingly good with blond/purple. trey has adhd and is quite bad at focusing but still tries his hardest. due to gettinv into fights at school protecting riddle, His glasses had broken a few times, So riddle got him some heartslabyul themed glasses. Red, roses, clovers and more. And trey was absolutely estastic. Its been a while since hes gotten gifts from other people so he was happy. trey is still in the gargyole club . [ angsty 😭😭] trey has really bad sensory issues so he uses his magic to help it. magic usually didnt work so he spent hours in his room overworking himself to fix His sensory issues, it never worked. then he realized he was stuck with them.
cater diamond | she/her/they
YASS MAGICAM GIRLIE!! transfem cater/kae . kae is Black and japanese!! shes autism. really sucks at masking it.. but she tries 😞, her and jamil/neige/floyd ( wtv floats ur boat 🤨 ) are dating. shes in the mountain lovers club. but mostly in the light music, they play the Guitar because scrunkly! she decorates her phone wayyy too much.. And damn does she have alot of nsfw😇 they and lillia have a shared magicam account where lillia does singing, sports and books. And she does outfits, manga and grwm's!!!!
Ace trapolla | he/Spade
ADUCE CANNOSN BECAUDE !!! ace is fully black, and fluent in japanese. ace is in the BAKETBALL(according to the twst wiki😭) HE LOVES FOOD BECAUDse... Ace has alot of manga hr shares with cater and idia.. Assuming he goes outside💀
deuce spade | he/Ace
ADUECE????!?!!?!#^ duece is Guatemalan and japanese. Deuce is in the track and field club, and Visits the mountain lovers club to see cater whenever he needs help with his phone. HE 100 PERCENT HAS BROKEN ATLEAST 3 PHONES..
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dhillyshush · 2 years
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draken x reader smut
Reader meets draken at the club and things get heated
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I bummed in satisfaction as I placed a joint to my lips inhaling the bitter smoke. Feeling the high slowly take over me. I got up and found my way back to the main club area, ofc grabbing kakuchou with me. The raven haired man not disagreeing and leading me down. 
A sense of euphoria flooded me as I slowly grinded against him, his hands locked around my waist. Moving my hips to the music playing I leaned over to him and slightly brushed his lips against mine as I reached up to whisper in his ear. 
"Blondie at the bar has been staring you down since we came down, go have some fun" 
I winked at him, His eyes trailed to the bar and saw a pretty girl adorned in a short red dress, her platinum blonde hair rested comfortably on her shoulders as she bat her lilac eyes at him. 
"I'll be right back,  you'll be fine right ?" 
He questioned me as my lips quirked up into a smirk. 
"Who would try and mess with me. Go I'll be fine baby." 
I winked at the now blushing male.watched him walk away as I found myself getting slightly bored until someone caught my attention. He was extremely tall and had blonde hair with some sort of tattoo on his temple. He was in some sort of argument with some guy who seemed to be his friend. 
"Inui go home I'm gonna come in a bit relax."The blonde spoke.
"Fine but keep your location on" 
The guy who I assumed was called inui said as he admitted defeat and walked away.
"Lovers quarrel ?" I mocked the guy. 
"Yeah like I would ever go gay for him." He replied.
"What's ur name blondie" I questioned the tall man as I tilted my head up to look at him.
"Ken Ruguji" he replied.
"Y/n" I uttered as I grabbed his hand.
Leading him to the bar and ordering two shots.
"Want one?" I asked.
No response was given as he downed his shot with a blank expression, as I followed suit. The purple lights of the club illuminated his face the soft curve of his nose and soft lips adorning his handsome face, as his cologne invaded my nose . What a beautiful man I thought. The liquor in my system making me more confident as I spoke.
"Really wanna kiss you right now."
While I lazily stared at him my head resting on my palm. A deep chuckle left his mouth as he grabbed my neck and smashed his lips into mine. His lips moulding against mine perfectly gripping onto my hair from the back as he sucked on my lower lip staring into my eyes. His tongue prodded at my lips asking for permission as I allowed him. Our tongues colliding against each other him letting out a low quiet moan. Which caught me off guard making me press my thighs together. 
He took notice of this and pulled away, both of us catching our breathes as he stood up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Is this okay love?"
He chuckled as he led me somewhere.
"How kind of u to ask while I'm already dangling off your shoulder."
He responded with a breathy laugh. His toned shoulders poking my stomach as his addictive scent flooded my senses. Placing me down gently as he opened the bathroom door letting me go in first as he followed. I sat down onto the counter as I motioned for him to come to me. He stood in between my legs towering over me.
"God your fucking gorgeous" 
He muttered brushing my hair back. I reached forward and pulled him closer to me placing a small kiss on his neck as I licked a stipe down his skin. The taste of vanilla coating my tongue. Swirling my tongue around his supple skin sucking harder causing a dark hickey to form as he let out a hum of approval before grabbing my jaw. His cold metal rings digging in my skin.
"Such a tease" 
The blonde male said as he pushed up the hem of my dress revealing my bare thighs lowering down and pressing a soft kiss on my thigh before asking.
"Are you comfortable with this or do you want me to stop??"
I nodded. As he grabbed my face again.
"Cat got your tongue? Use your words baby."
He muttered as his eyes bore into mine.
"Fuck me already Ken".
I whined. He wasted no time pulling down my lace underwear and pushing my dress up. Unbuckling his pants and releasing his dick from the confines of his boxers. I gasped at the size he has to atleast be 8 inches and this man did not lack in thickness either. He smirked at my reaction and pumped his cock in one hand putting on a condom. 
His flushed tip brushed against my folds lubricating his dick as he circled my clit eliciting a small moan from my mouth. I felt a slight burn as he pushed in my eyes clenching shut and slight winces left me. 
"Shh nearly fully in. What a good girl taking me so well." 
He muttered against my shoulders slightly pulling down my dress straps. Littering small hickeys all over my chest as his grabbed my boob In one hand, sucking them slowly twirling his hot tongue around the sensitive bud making me clutch on his hair as I let out a moan. I gasped as he finally bottomed out. He looked into my eyes and spoke.
"Let me know when I can start moving angel".
I waited for the burning to go as I nodded slowly. 
"I'm ready go on."
I let out a cry as he thrusted his hips into mine his pace not faltering both of us releasing grunts and moans as he rocked in and out of me. 
"Fuck feel so good, it's so big I can't"
I expressed as he placed a kiss on my lips.
"Your so tight baby suffocating my dick". 
I clenched around him as I felt a coil building up in my stomach.
"I'm so close" I whimpered.
"Same come for me baby" he grunted.
One of his hands reaching to my clit rubbing it in a circular motion. This brought me over the edge as I let out a cry and came around his dick convulsing like crazy. 
"fuck" I moaned.
Draken following suit as he came inside the condom. Slowly pulling out and disposing of the rubber before pulling his pants up. He grabbed a towel and wiped my inner thighs as i pulled  up my underwear and dress. He gave me a soft kiss before helping me down the counter.
"You okay y/n?"
He laughed as my legs slightly wobbled. 
"Shut up this is your fault"
I playfully glared at the handsome man as he let me hold onto his arm for stability as we went back the main area. His phone ringing he answered it and came back to tell me his roomates were calling him back home.
"I'll see you around beautiful." He spoke placing a kiss on my cheek slipping something in my pocket.
"If your lucky enough". 
I teased watching the man leave the club as I checked my pocket to see what he slipped me.
A cigarette with his number on it.
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jaytodd1129 · 4 years
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why has it become a popular thing in the fandom that diego is the macho sibling of the group, drowning in toxic masculinity? sure, he definitely has an inferiority complex and some serious anger issues to address, but let’s also remember Diego:
Cherishes and values his mom, even when people around him seems to only see her as a robot and therefore less-than everyone else, he treats her with kindness and respect at all times
When nobody could give less of a fuck about Klaus, he actually chased him into that veteran’s bar and insisted he talk to him about his Feelings
He’s also the one to go talk to Luther about his feelings in season 2 when the latter was having his existential crisis
Didn’t even bat an eyelash when Klaus revealed the special someone he had lost was a guy (”what was her name?” “his name was Dave”), just followed that up with saying that “Dave must’ve been someone pretty special to put up with your weird crap”
When the woman with the kid in the bowling alley confused Diego and Klaus for husbands, instead of getting all frazzled and “NO HOMO”-ing himself out of the situation, he proceeded to have a hypothetical argument with Klaus on whether he would ever go out with him if he ever were to go out with a man
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theringers · 3 years
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marked up - charles leclerc
summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge
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warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex
You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.
You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.
He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”
You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.
Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.
He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"
You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.
You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.
You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.
You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.
He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.
"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.
The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.
Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.
"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.
"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.
You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.
He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.
The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.
"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.
You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.
His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"
You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"
He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.
You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."
A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.
"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.
His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.
His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.
"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.
"Fuck," You moaned.
He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.
You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.
His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.
He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.
You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.
Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.
"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.
"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.
He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.
Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.
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You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.
You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.
You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."
He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.
You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."
You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."
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jujutsubabe · 3 years
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✨What being friends with Itadori (ft. Nobara and Megumi) is like ✨
A/n: Happy New Years!🥳 here’s my first jjk headcanon with everyone’s fav boy Itadori💖
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- Being friends with Itadori and you guys go on little friend dates!
- Him buying u ice cream and u guys make it a competition on who can buy each other the most stuff.
- If he buys ice cream u go more extreme and pay for dinner, then he goes extreme and buys u something u liked in a store like a whole face care set or some cute outfits.
- then ur like “😐 don’t play with me.” And buy him a whole PS5 and he’s “😀... u win.”
Movie nights ✨✨
- I’d imagine these r so fun, after the movie y’all rate it and explain how you’d end the movie differently.
- Itadori literally does impressions and acts out the scenes he imagines, he would be so into it, you’ll be eating popcorn and commenting on how accurate his impressions were!!
- Y’all r full on professional movie critics I swear, u guys probably have a whole movie journal too ugh gross🙄.
- After u guys finish you continue to stay cuddled up next to each other as u finish one of the two billion popcorn bags he made for no reason at all.
- it’d be dead silent just munching away, “yeah....that was a good scene”
- Ur cuddle position is either his head on ur lap (he expects u to pet him😌) or his head on ur shoulder, (he does this so he can be nosy and look at ur Instagram feed as u scroll around ur phone)
- However some nights if you want to be held, cue you sitting in his lap or laying all the way on him as he sits up and pets you😌✌️
Sleepovers 💤💤
- Sleepovers r so fun, usually u guys invite the whole Team Tokyo gang for a movie night and it just ends up as everyone sleeping over in someone’s dorm, (Megumi does not want to be there but u guys always force him to join🙄)
- If Megumi happens to stay in his room when you guys watched a movie, Nobara says “I have... an idea...”
- Cue you three dorks tip toeing to his dorm a giggling mess and knocking on his door.
- As soon as he opens the door he regrets it, y’all bombard him and hang out all over his room until u guys fall asleep.
- (he says it’s annoying but lowkey enjoys the company some nights)
✨Spa days✨
- Some nights Nobara wants to do a whole skin care/ spa day, so she has you all wear all the many face masks that she bought.
- I imagine she bought you guys spa robes on Christmas and you guys continue to wear it whenever Nobara wanted to have a spa day BYEEEETHAT WOULD B SO CUTE. Megumi with blue, Itadori with red, Nobara with orange, and u with purple
- imagine her painting ur nails with a whole green face mask on as she talks, “I think I this color suits you but I don’t know...”
- You twist your hand around, “it’s alright... but I do like that color a little more.” You pointed your pastel pink nails to the pitch black goth color. “Let’s just restart!”
- “Good idea!” She nodded and already started applying the rubbing alcohol.
- This would be the.... tenth time you have changed nail polish colors.... how is this safe...
- Itadori def wants you guys to do his nails too, he wouldn’t want nail polish cause he has no patience to let it dry😐 but if he could participate in getting his cuticles pushed back and nails shaven down nicely? Sign him up😌
- Megumi is so cute with a hot cloth over his face, and he’d let Nobara or you put the mask on for him. He is the most boujee in that room I swear.
- Imagine Itadori sitting up as you tie his hair in a cute little pony tail and apply a face mask on him.
- He says, “I’m gonna be so hot after this....” (as if his whole six pack is not showing...)
- *cue Sukuna coming out and licking off the face mask everytime you applied it to his cheek. For like no reason at all.😐*
- Itadori will close his eyes and talk about his day as you pluck his eyebrows and scold him to stop moving.
- He pauses and flinches every time you pluck a hair and will still continue his conversation
- “Itadori! Can you stop talking for a second!” Your focus is dead on those stray hairs but every time he opens his mouth it moves from grasp.
- “Right okay....”
- You lean forward, so close and careful...
- Then he jumps and ur hand misses the hair, “Ah I almost forgot about the funny part! So after Gojo- sensei left I—“
- “Itadori!!”
Nights when Frank Ocean is ur #1 artist on Spotify for a reason💔
- on nights when the missions were a little more draining than usual, mentally and physically.
- Itadori probably needs a hug and softly knocks on your dorm at 2 am.
- You weren’t sleeping anyways, just picking at the scabs on your knee as a movie played, so when you hear the knock you look up. You open the door to see him looking down.
- “is it okay if I come in?”
- as soon as you say “Yeah.” he’s already leaning in for a hug
- He’s the type of guy to hug you for an hour if you let him.
- Your legs started to ache so you patted the empty spot on your bed, he stays standing, “I wasn’t sleeping before you came, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
- He slowly nods and lays in the bed next to you, the both of you just staring at the ceiling.
- This lasts for a while until he out of nowhere pops the, “How do you think I’ll die?” Question.
- Like dude 😐 why do we gotta talk about that!!! Why!!! Chill!!!
- You stare at him but he doesn’t look at you, “I don’t know. Hopefully quickly.”
- He nods, “Yeah.”
- “And hopefully not around me.”
- He turns to you, but you continue “I mean unless it’s you dying of old age… but other than that I don’t want to see.”
- You hear a small gulp as he looks back at the ceiling. “I think I feel the same…”
- You continued to stare at him, he had a few gashes over his cheeks, you were scared to see what other scars he could have.
- Itadori went beyond his limit, as usual, so it wasn’t a surprise he got the worst of it that day.
- Your hands naturally moved to his hair, it was soft and smelled like your shampoo. You smiled at the thought of him using flower scented hair products.
- You shifted his head closer to you, until he moved himself into your shoulder, completely submerging you in his arms. He pulled you close, holding onto your clothes tightly.
- “I really can’t do much without Sukuna.” His voice was muffled as he spoke, “I keep getting reminded how helpless I am.”
- “Are you kidding?” You paused from petting him and he looked up, “You’re so strong, you alone protectected all of us from getting seriously hurt. You’re stupidly helpful by yourself.”
- He looks at you, almost considering your words before stuffing his face into your shoulder again.
- “You’re really cool Itadori. I think everyone in their own way looks up to your strength. Not Sukuna’s.” You started to pick at his strands, letting his hair fall between your fingers. “And unlike Sukuna, you have really good empathy for others. Whenever someone is sad you know how to cheer them up.”
- He sighed as you played with his hair.
- “I think you’re a helpful person, you do a lot for us and we think you’re more than enough.” You continued talking about how great he was and how much everyone loved him until you stopped getting responses.
- When you looked down itadori’s eyes were shut as light snoring left his mouth. He fell asleep all cuddled up next to you, though cute you were now stuck in his death grip until morning 😐.
- You sighed before petting his head, eventually letting sleep settle in.
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lee-minhoe · 2 years
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NA JAEMINNNN
• [fav thing about them]
cheesily enough I'd say everything, but yk how he's just there without doing much and that's like his thing but I just love it when he's really active and goofy as if he just had his namericano and everyone's just rolling on the floor because of the really weird but funny jokes that he cracks and he's laughing so hard to the point that he's crying too and you just realise it's a happy and memorable moment right there. Like that one part from hello future live where he's enacting a squid(? was it)... I just blabbered but times like this warm my heart
• [when you knew they became ur bias]
he wasn't my bias right away but no kpop idol ever is neways when I fell deeper into the nct rabbit hole and i noticed a lot of similarities between his personality and mine own and how he just gives everyone around him soooo much love but never asking for anything back like he's just there silently pouring his love for everyone and the bias list in my head just updated itself with his name just shining (like his smile) right on top
• [fav looks on them]
THAT RECENT GLITCH MODE TEASER OUTFITS OMG and universe leather jacket outfit and hello future mv outfit and chilling jalapeno version outfit and his cat hoodie and his classic pink-purple-green colour Celine tee and and that brown shirt outfit of his from nct dream cinema and his work it suit outfit and that one hot sauce mv outfit and button-up outfits and white tee outfits okay I'll stop-
• [fav verse/choreo]
do i really have to spell it out? do i really? JAEMIN BOOM AND GO VERSE SUPREMACY plus his verse the song of my life ANL (underrated queen) and a number of others but mostly bye my first, quiet down, maw (heck yes) and ofc from work it (his love for czennies>>>>>>)
As for choreo again, Go and Boom choreo supremacy, or the chorus part of exo's growl cover and also the Pennywise move from we go up and there's this one move he does in his starting verse in ridin where he like twists his hand and then points it backward during "everyone sit back" (https://youtu.be/M9kctl7bSu8 at 0:20) idk how to describe it but the first time i saw it I lost my breath (also taking into acc that it was the song that got me into dream but yes)
• [your wish for them]
a really amazing coffee lol, but in all seriousness i'd love to see him in more videos like just do it (sm pls give us more episodes pls) or a thriller drama some day (sm *puppy eyes* pls) and a cover song pls pls pls AND OMG more songs like countdown 3, 2, 1 where he can do a fast rap because his verse from the bridge of that song just kills me everytime but I also want more vocal performances from him because his voice in my youth or anl just gives me life
• [random]
i love him. very much okay? like "i see a 1 sec clip of him smiling at it makes my day" kind of love. like "his voice helps me fall asleep" kind of love. or "his lives and bubbles make me feel warm" kind of love. i cannot physically or verbally explain the extent (hence this long para) but it lowkey breaks my heart when it hits me at times that he might be a bit underrated. pls don't come at me, maybe it's just me but there are times when I feel like he's overshadowed in some places and underappreciated by fans (and i don't wanna sound rude by not respecting their choices or biases) but there's just a small part of me which thinks that way. but as long as he's happy and enjoying his time i really don't care about anything else cause, with every ounce of honesty in me, his smile makes my day. so, imma say it again.
I love na jaemin.
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oh my god i smiled so much reading this post and your fav looks?? i know exactly which ones you're talking about LOL
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that part in ridin where he points backwards YES YES i love that part too 😞 and the way everyone parts for na jaemin in that choreo ahhhhhhh. so good. SAME the chorus part of their growl cover is sooooo good i thought it was just me (https://youtu.be/gf6kbW0SgMQ?t=68 also he looks great in this outfit lol)
i also love when he doesnt do much and then he cracks a joke and everyone is on the floor laughing 🥺 the part in the hello future live where he was imitating a stingray IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE THING EVER he is SO CUTE!!!!
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i too love how he gives the people around him so much love but he doesnt seem to expect anything in return, and he does things without complaint <33 he'll cook for the dreamies (and he might "complain" about it but he still does it) and makes sure they eat first 😭
also yes.............his rap in countdown 321 i literally gasped when i first heard it, i love that part so much he went so hard and it kills me every time as well. i also super love his part in my youth, his lazy rap in his deep voice and when he harmonizes with renjun - literally my fav part of all time (my youth is also one of my top songs ever)
im sure everyone thinks their bias is underrated in some way but i think a lot of people see him for his looks (and of course i love jaemin center) but i think there seems to also be a lot more to him like his sweet personality (at least given what he shows to us), as you mentioned!!
and agreed, his smile is the best!!! 😍
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send me an ask for bias loving hours <3 (honestly open anytime)
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nothingtoseehd · 3 years
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eah characters as cavetown songs
this was inspired by @/applewhiteapologist's eah characters as taylor swift songs, sooooooo yeah
some characters might not be here because: 1. it's hard to find songs for them (as of right now) 2. i forgot them/i'll do them if i have more time
apple white - devil town v2/green
-i chose devil town v2 because it seemed the most, uh, apple out of all the devil town versions? devil town v1 seems edgy-ish, and devil town v3 seems lower and calmer, i think???? maybe i just chose this because it has those light, floaty chords, i'm not sure, i'm not smart or anything -also i honestly felt like this was hard -i chose devil town because it could represent the future she pictured in her mind when raven didn't sign the book -i don't really know what to explain green, but like, ashlynn and apple in true hearts day??? that's the best way i could explain this song -lyric analysis time: --"i still get a little scared of something new, but I feel a little safer when i'm with you, falling doesn't feel so bad, when I know you've fallen this way too" ---apple is "a little scared of something new" because she's in for an unpredictable future without the storybook of legends ---for the falling part, it's like she's not so sad about being led astray when she's with her friends maybeeeeeee -lyrics for green because i can't explain it but it's just THERE: --"you looked so good in green i hope you’re well and you look so good with him and i’m proud of you still take care of my shirt warm and red i hope you think of me still as your friend i hope you love yourself your body and heart i hope you feel happy that’s all i want that's all i want"
raven queen - devil town v1 (dang it there's no purple text so have plain text)
-i just chose devil town v1 because i think it would work well with her guitar, i actually don't know how guitar works but i'm pretending to know how it works, don't tell anyone i don't know how they work -i think this song could represent her home life and whatnot because she's living with the evil queen -it's lyric analysis time!!: --"you said something dumb again, she's mad, at least that's what they say" (i just used orange so the lyrics wouldn't blend in as much) ---the something dumb thing could be like a 'nice deed' the evil queen doesn't like, and she's mad because of that --"we're all dead in devil town, that's fine, cause nothing's gonna scare us now" ---she's 'dead' after all the nagging and 'be eviL EMBRACE YOUR INNER EVIL' shit and it's now the normal, and it's not going to scare her since it's basically her life now -also slowed devil town can fit her too
madeline hatter - hug all ur friends/talk to me
-she's just so friendly?????? and supportive?????? and oh gosh i need a hug???????? -seriously though, they suit her because she feels so much like a huggy, supportive person and she's friends with everyone sooooooooooooo, hugs for everyone!! except you crystal!! and headmaster grimm!! not forgiving for the time you almost banished maddie!! -the lyrics because i can't explain these songs, it's just that maddie vibe, you know?: --"life’s too short to worry about things that we got wrong, so hug all your friends and let them know, you’re not letting go, i’m not letting go" (hug all ur friends) --"you don't have to be a prodigy to be unique you don't have to know what to say or what to think you don't have to be anybody you can never be that's alright, let it out, talk to me" (talk to me)
briar beauty - pigeon
-i had a very hard time with her but i think this kinda fits -it generates a sleepy vibe? (even though i didn't get this from the sleepyhead album *cough cough*) -okay, so the reason why i chose this for her is because of the chorus, which could kind of tie in with her destiny, with the 100 year coma -have the chorus for reference: --"didn’t give me time to say goodbye in the way that i wanted to, so honey, close your eyes and stay like you’re supposed to do, don’t know how i’m gonna live without, but i’ll stay strong for you"
ca cupid - sweet tooth/for you
-this is already self-explanatory if you listened to the song(s), buT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, basically it's a song about an unhealthy crush and love and stuff -and you know who she has an unhealthy crush on???? that's right, it's blondie!! /hj (but seriously, in canon it's dexter but uH, i refuse to believe that, they're better off as friends) -lyric examples because like maddie, i can't really explain it but i know the vibe is THERE: --"a sweet tooth for you, i'm wide awake, the sugar went straight to my brain, feel like a kid, i double tap, my chest with my fist, i like you, say it back, say it back"
cerise hood - snail
-snail iS SUCH A GREAT SONG OMG -snail kinda represents her childhood and 'not wanting to be born like this' because of her parents technically breaking destiny (stupid storybook of legends) -lyrics from the song because i kinda don't really need to explain this song more: --"i was just born like this, wish that i could change it" --"i'm hanging out with the foxes and the hounds, and when i fit in i'll break back out"
daring charming - boys will be bugs/lemons (technically cavetown is just a feature but he's still there so yeah)
-it's just about the vibes -and also about the fact that the person in the songs have to uphold some sort of standard (the songs' standards were about masculinity) and i thought it could fit daring because he also has to uphold a standard (being the perfect charming prince) -also in lemons, daring's part is the one where cavetown sings it (if that wasn't obvious) -also ANOTHER LEMONS SIDE NOTE, i'd imagine rosabella singing brye's part, just because -lyrics time: --"don't mess with me, i'm a big boy now and i'm very scary i punch my walls, stay out at night, and i do karate don't message me 'cause i won't reply, i wanna make you cry ain't that how it's supposed to be? though it isn’t me boys will be bugs, right?" (boys will be bugs) --"so i'm gonna take it out on you too proud to show i'm hurting push it on you 'til you're burning" (lemons)
darling charming - 888/trying
-888 is a fun song, very groovy, has peppa pig plasters, 10/10 -main reason i chose 888, it kinda feels gay when you put it under a certain light?????????? -and snail could also fit with darling but i don't want to rob cerise -i was very stuck for a second song for darling because i felt obligated to give the charming siblings two songs because they're that top tier, but i think trying could be a good fit to some extent -could be like 'not great relationship with parents, struggle to fit with their standards ever since she found out she wanted to be a hero or something' -i still do think snail is a better fit for darling but i really really don't want to rob cerise because cerise is amazing -some lyrics: --"i'm workin' things out clouds lookin' strange papercut fingers dancing on the strings if i could see you right now i'd dance just for you when the nightlight goes out" (888) --"please let me know if you change your mind cause inside i'm falling And I need you to pull me out of this decline i realize how hard on you this must seem But trust me when i say it's far, far worse for me" (trying)
dexter charming - telescope/home
-telescope just feels like his vibe???? also because it kinda also have hopeless romantic-ness???? -also i headcanon him to be an astronomy nerd???? so that's fun???? that's my reasoning i guess???? (also, side-note i have just listened to astronomy by conan gray and it fits dexter) -ALSO HOME IS HERE BECAUSE DEXTER IS TRANS YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND -also because it's also his vibe??????? -what time is it????? *clap clap* it's lyrics time!!: --"through the lens, it's dark, single-digit on the clock singing, "yessiree, i sure like-a you a lot" all i need is to get her she'll be happy if you let her" (telescope) --"turn off your porcelain face i can't really think right now and this place has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane are you dead? sometimes i think i'm dead cause i can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head but i don't wanna fall asleep just yet" (home)
okay the process of this post was just me staring at the lyrics and listening to cavetown a lot, sometimes during online classes but shhhh don't tell anyone (and finding more great songs)
is this post going to flop?? very very likely. do i care? eh, not sure, this was just me trying to put on my big brain hat.
also i realized while reading this post, that i never actually analyzed the majority of the songs' lyrics in this post?? so i'm very sorry
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readywhorenot · 3 years
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Stone Street
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Pairing: Kuroo x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: imma categorize this as 18+ just because it’s not a good influence for the young mind, kinda dark content, prostitution, horrible!reader (seriously like get ur bag and all but don’t follow this example please), my idea of a crack/thriller fic, inspo from the song stone street by ms. white cause i’ve never had an original idea in my life
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The patio railings glimmer in the midnight dew this fine evening. As your fingers tip tap on the metal’s glassy drops, there’s a rustle of the breeze that stirs the wine in your hands to waves of red. A chuckle follows the airflow through your nose, peering up into the sky, which would glisten too, if not for the smog overtop the sky scrapers. What a luxury to live.
“You’re out here tonight,” the voice behind you observes, the sound more clear as it travels barrier-free when the glass door slides open, and moments later, shut.
“Every night.” You slurp your wine.
“I don’t mean to overstay my welcome but-“
“You are,” you interrupt unabashedly.
He hesitates for a moment, taking your words to the flesh of his chest, yet not quite to the heart, “...Thought I’d join you.”
Kuroo’s used to your cold exterior by now, learning to just continue his words when you snip them short. You’re only spoonfed power by his silence, he’s realized. Again, the quiet, that’s never really quiet from the car horns and sirens that plague the city’s nightlife, consumes. And again, he’s uncomfortable by this.
His lighter flickers, opening his mouth for not just the cigarette, “So, tonight was really nice. Don’t you think?”
“Business as usual, I guess,” you reply casually, careful to not let your teeth nick the glass beneath them.
“Business, huh?”
“That’s what we agreed to,” the webs of your fingers cup the chalice’s base, swirling a whirlpool in the alcohol with a sigh, “I have sex with you. You buy me things. Business.”
“And I’m just a client?”
“One of many,” you rest your chest to the damp of the balcony, arms gliding outwards across the barrier, “Look, there they go. The men in suits, they look so small from here. Armani, Burberry, Ralph Lauren,” you label the pedestrians as they walk by, “Same brands that usually sit on my coat rack at this hour. Say, weren’t you wearing Brioni today?”
“You noticed?”
You’re offended, choking out a scoff, “Oh honey, what a fool would I be if I were not to notice? Do you think I take just anyone?”
You cackle, he gawks.
“Anyways, the man three stories up wears the same one, in a concord. It smells like newsprint, bourbon, and baby wipes. Stinks up my apartment,” you pause to take another gulp of wine. “Maybe it’s a deep aubergine. It’s pretty.”
“I take it that you’d fancy me in purple next time?” Wiggling his brows, he hints at his next purchase.
“No. God no. The russet one looks bad enough on you,” your eyes point through the glass door to his jacket that’s draped over your velvet chaise.
Smoke waltzes through the air, his lips already pursed and prepared for another drag, “Oh.”
Finishing your drink with a hum, you tip it over the edge. Not even sparing a second glance to watch it shatter on the streets below, you turn to the door. Kuroo watches the way your silk robe bunches the round of your hips while you stride past him.
“Heading in for the night,” you flick your wrist a single time to wave him an unbothered goodnight.
He follows you, “I guess that means I should get going too.” His pout is pitiful.
“You can stay the night if you’d like.”
Ears ringing with the joy of your offer, he beams from ear to ear, “Really?”
“Sure, if you can afford Cartier’s finest. Nothing less. This isn’t a motel, you know?” You wink, sauntering down the hall.
Some say that the finest things in life come free of charge, your presence being far from one of them. Still, men grovel at your ankles with lush hands, fingers of gold, silver, leather, and lace. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to have anything you wish just by providing a cheeky smile or a spread of your knees. It’s easy, it’s convenient, it’s gotten you a view of the city skyline and a closet full of the latest runway fashion. And, you’d be lying if you said that was the full story.
The down beneath your head creates quiet in your thoughts. No worries of the upcoming bills to pay, no worry about the man who's probably squished himself onto a tiny couch in your living room, shivering, using his abomination of a jacket as a blanket. Sure, devils wear Prada, but a demon like you has long moved on to the charms of Gucci. You curl underneath the plush comforter, drifting peacefully into slumber.
As suspected, the 6’2'' accountant is scrunched into your leather couch when you wake. Or did he say he was in marketing? Whatever, who cares about the title as long as the money’s there. Funny enough, his hair looks no different than usual. The kitchen tiles lie frozen under the pads of your toes while you make your way to the counter. Kuroo is still out like a light.
Perfect.
You grab the handle of the coffee pot, rustling around in the cabinets with your other hand. The gargling of the coffee as it brews never gets old, reminiscent of the excitement bubbling inside of you for what’s to come.
Your nails graze the container of arsenic, glancing over your shoulder another time to make sure the man in your living room is still asleep. It’s a shame the open floor plan leaves no room to sneak about, but you make do. You pour two mugs to the brim with the hot coffee. At this point, you no longer need to measure the poison, getting accustomed to the lethal dose and being able to eyeball it accurately.
You hear leather squeak, the frame of the couch dipping underneath heavy weight. Scrambling to get the arsenic back onto the shelf, the hinges of the cabinet shriek shut. Each hand burns with the scolding heat of ceramic cups, bringing the coffee to the island bar hybrid that separates the two rooms.
“Rather chipper this morning, are we?” He takes his cup as you outstretch it toward his half-awake figure.
Smirking into the rising steam, you slowly take a sip. Going after the smug ones always proves more rewarding. There’s no sense in killing off the kind ones. Although all the men you solicit must share a sad life, doting on women at the expense of their hard earned money, there’s always a twinge of satisfaction in your soul when you get rid of the pompous ones.
Or, at least, you’ve rationalized with yourself that you’re doing their poor selves and the world a favor. Weaseling your way into their life savings afterward is only an added bonus.
The two of you make mundane conversation over the sparkling granite, a grin not once leaving your lips. His teeth shine with morning glow as he talks, the words, in contrast, remain dull. As you refocus your interest into the garbled, faraway sound of his voice, you find that it’s hard to focus at all.
His voice is reduced to muffled noise, the view in front of you still being his face, but no longer as clear. You think you see the city night sky in your living room, the stars more apparent this time around as they dance over your glazed vision. A gasp expels from the depth of your lungs, the world going black in an instant.
Your body crashes to the floor, and it’s too late to realize as your brain slows to a stop that you’d given Kuroo the wrong cup.
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a/n: sorry if this was kind of a weird one but i wanted to explore other types of writing :3 as always feel free to leave any feedback (a compliment, concern, critique, etc) in the form of a reblog, comment, or ask if you’d like. have a lovely day and thank you so much for reading <3
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sugacouture · 3 years
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Facade of the Heart [Ch.1]
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synopsis:  It’s 2145 A.D: technology is advancing at an unprecedented rate and lives are getting more convenient- but only for the rich. You’re fine with your job as a receptionist at the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly, but once the heir of said hotel business laid his eyes on you, he can’t seem to leave you alone. He’s an egotistical bastard who somehow convinces you to go on a date to a famous gala- promising a night that’s filled with glamor and romance. But as an unprecedented event halts you in your steps, putting both yours, his, and countless other lives in danger, will you be able to see through his wealthy exterior? Or will you succumb to the facade of his heart?
futuristic dystopia!au, enemies to lovers!au
genre: fluff, angst
pairing: jjk x reader
wc: 5.4k
rating: pg
warnings: mild swearing, sexual innuendos (aka sex jokes lol), sexual tension
a/n: i'm back, bietches. ty to @jtrbluv​​ for the banner and reading over my fic <3 ur amazing and i hereby dedicate this comeback chapter to u. also ty to @blsourlime​​ bc she left very passive-aggressive comments on my doc but it’s ok bc she was right. as usual. >:(  mmm that’s it. i hope y’all enjoy!
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Chapter One
After sliding a pearl-studded barrette into your hair, you check yourself in the mirror one last time. Your reflection squints back at yourself, scrutinizing the slicked-back ponytail and fitted grey pantsuit. Nodding, you turn away from the mirror, put your heels on, sling your bag over your shoulder and walk out the door. You lock the apartment door behind you and tap the inside of your wristband, coaxing a hologram to appear in front of you.
Hmm.
The transportation expenses seem to have increased from yesterday by half a dollar. You frown, raising your other hand to tap on the cheapest option. GroupLyft will have to do, rather than your usual Hover.
Before you order the request though, you pause. Would it be better if you took the HyperLoop instead? After some mental calculations, you swipe down on the holographic screen and walk toward the elevator. While the HyperLoop would take more time, it would be cheaper, you decide, and you need to save money anyway.
After arriving at the lobby, you politely nod to the receptionist and make your way out of the door, into the bustling capital city. Tall, sleek buildings tower over you. Hover cars lightly hum as they zoom down the road, their metal exterior shining faintly in the morning sun. You spot one stopping near the entrance of a neighboring apartment building and watch as a man climbs into it, suitcase in hand. The hover buzzes away a few seconds later, presumably after the passenger has given his destination.
Walking through the city isn’t too bad, save the occasional cat caller. The clear dome surrounding the city always reflects the sun’s light so nicely in the mornings, bathing you in a warmth that you seldom get while you work. Granted, there are several windows near your desk, but the feeling of a light breeze on your skin always champs the indoors. You tuck a flyaway strand of hair back to its original place behind your ear and quicken the pace of your feet, wanting to get to the HyperLoop station as soon as possible.
You spot a station entrance a few minutes later, a few flights of stairs leading up to the rails. Heels clicking on the plexiglass steps, you eventually make it to the top where you swipe your wristband over a scanner and enter the platform.
There weren’t a lot of people waiting for the train which was a surprise, given that it was a Monday morning. You brush it off though, preferring to mind your own business.
“What other people do doesn’t concern you,” you reprimand yourself. Damn— it seems like more often than not, you’re getting into other people’s business.
A robotic voice echoes through the station, announcing the arrival of the HyperLoop and knocking you out of your thoughts. “The eastbound train is arriving at Newbury Station in t-minus 10 seconds. Please mind the gap.”
You mindlessly take a few steps back as you feel the ground start to rumble underneath you.
“Next stop on the purple line is Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is Carnegie Station. Please mind the gap.”
The train appears and quickly shudders to a stop as the boarding gate opens in front of you. After entering a compartment, you sit down on the white leather chair and strap yourself in after putting your purse in the box below your seat. The doors close and the robotic voice echoes through the train, just as you feel the HyperLoop start to pick up speed.
“Next stop on the purple line is Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is Carnegie Station. We will arrive at Jeon Station in t-minus two minutes and twenty-three seconds. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”
Some ad for dog food plays after the announcement, but rather than paying attention to that, you double tap your earring studs, morphing them into bluetooth earbuds. Then, you repeat the motion on your wristband, ordering your holographic screen to appear again so you can choose a song to listen to. After selecting the music, you swipe down to make your screen disappear, satisfied with the beats that are currently filling your ears.
Toward the end of the song, a robotic voice booms through the compartment once again: “We will be arriving at Jeon Station in t-minus nineteen seconds. Please gather your belongings if you are getting off at this stop, and have a nice day. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”
That was your cue to sling your purse over your shoulder and unstrap your seatbelt. After waiting for the train doors to open, you walk out of the compartment and the station, down the stairs and out to the city once again. After walking a block west, you arrive at your workplace: the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly.
Namjoon’s head snaps up as you enter the lobby, so quickly that it must hurt. “Good morning,” he winces, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck.
You chuckle at his display of clumsiness. “Good morning,” you answer, arriving behind the receptionist counter. “I didn’t know all guests got that quick of a welcome. It would seem that we have very good customer service, then.”
Your coworker blushes. “No, I was just excited to see you, that’s all.” He tries to make himself look busy by clicking the computer mouse a couple times, which makes it emit distressed pings in response. Namjoon grimaces and gives up, turning to face you. “So uh, how are you?”
“I’m good— I took the HyperLoop to work today,” you hum, shoving your purse in a cubby under the desk. You straighten your blouse and turn to the tall man. “What about you?”
“I walked to work today, as usual,” Namjoon starts, fiddling with his suit jacket, “but I was kind of running late because my alarm didn’t go off, so I had to run and I almost fell into a puddle—”
“Kim!”
A shrill voice pinches through said man’s story and your head turns, spotting your stick-thin manager briskly hobbling toward the two of you with a few files in hand. As usual, the extravagant necklaces she’s wearing look like they’re straining her neck, which causes you to stifle a giggle. Namjoon looks down at you and suppresses a smile, too.
“Kim. L/N. I need the two of you to clear the lobby at 11. We have important guests coming and I don’t want anyone coming down to make them feel crowded or uncomfortable.”  
You will your face to maintain no emotion, although it’s quite hard. How you got through your interview with her, you have no clue. “Of course, Ms. Tejan. How long should we clear it for?”
The older woman dramatically waves a hand in the air, only to say, “Oh, just for half an hour or so. The Jeons are just dropping by to check into their penthouse, so it shouldn't be too long.”
You look up from the computer in surprise, eyes as wide as saucers. Namjoon, too.
The Jeon family is a big deal. No, not your friend Somi’s family, but a different family entirely. They say the Jeon family runs one of the largest monopolies in the country, maybe the largest in the country’s history. Their booming hotel business sits at the top of the economic food chain, rendering all the smaller hotel businesses bankrupt. While there’s a lot of civilian discontent around it, there’s really nothing the people could do. By now, monopolies are a way of life: transportation, construction, utilities, etc.— each industry is run by a single family who has paid their way to the top. They stay by paying politicians to pardon their activities, or becoming a politician themselves.
But by the time the majority of the population knew what was happening, it was too late. Democracy is only maintained through the thin facade of a “federal government,” which only occasionally gives out pensions and hires the elderly to run social security.
Needless to say, the majority of money and power are in the hands of a few people. The wealth gap increases every day, along with brewing feelings of discontent. The lower class are getting tired of sleeping hungry, getting stepped on, and being treated as nobodies without purpose. The rich blatantly ignore this, though, which only fuels the rage of the poor. While there are no visible rebellions happening now, no one can promise that it won’t happen in the future.
...Which is why the Jeons are such a big deal. They have at least ten extended family members inside the federal government, along with a dozen insider politicians working for them. Their hotel business renders them as one of, if not the most,powerful family in the entire country.
“I’m sorry, did you say, the Jeons? As in—”
“Yes, yes, the Jeons. Jeon Jeong Gyu and Jeon Jungkook, to be specific, along with their security team.” Ms. Tejan flips open one of her files and starts to look through it, oblivious of you and your coworker’s shell shocked expressions. “Mr. Jeon’s secretary sent me an email this morning about it, as well as the details on how they want everything set up when they arrive. It’s all in this file.” She places a file on the counter of the desk, along with the few others in her arms.
“The rest of the files are on how we should handle the press and paparazzi prior to their arrival, as well as during and after. Even though you were tasked to memorize these during your orientation, I believe that you’ll need them. After all, it’s been quite a while since the Jeon family has paid us a visit.”
Your boss clasps her hands together in excitement. “Well, any questions?”
Namjoon is still too surprised to speak, and all you can manage is a small shake of the head.
“Great! They’ll be arriving in…” she checks her watch, “about an hour and a half. I expect that you’ll be ready by then.”
And like that, you and Namjoon are left in the lobby with nothing but a stack of files to combat the immense amount of attention that is about to be thrown upon the hotel.  
———
“It should be illegal to give us less than five hours notice that the Jeons are coming,” you growl while frantically jabbing numbers into the reception phone. You double tap your earrings to connect them to the hotel system and wait for someone to pick up. “Especially if we’re low on staff.”
After letting the information thrown at you process for a few minutes, you and Namjoon had immediately sprung into action, sending out hotel announcements to staff and customers alike, asking them to stay out of the lobby this morning. There had been a few questions as to why, as well as a few protests, but the two of you were handling it as well as you could.
The fact that numerous people called  in sick today only made it worse— the bulk of the work had been left to the two of you. Needless to say, everything is being done a bit frantically, but to the best of your abilities.
Namjoon isn’t faring any better, furiously typing away at the computer and squinting when the holographic screen occasionally glitches. “Agreed. No one answers their emails within two hours goddammit, and I can’t seem to get ahold of Ms. Tejan again—”
Someone finally picks up at the other side of your line. “Hello?”
You hold a finger up to Namjoon and clear your throat. “Hi, this is Jeon Hotel receptionist A41 speaking, I would like to request a full security team at the lobby by 10:30 a.m today.”
The speaker on the other line scoffs. “By 10:30? Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes, I am aware that this is very short notice, but it is imperative that your team arrives here by stated time,” you press, rolling your eyes. “The Jeon family is coming, and we were given orders to—”
“Fuck,” the other line curses, and you hear a faint crashing sound. “Y-yeah, yeah, we’ll get one there as soon as possible, just— hold on a second.”
“Alright,” you hum, pulling up the other computer screen. The hologram pops up and you start replying to emails regarding the lobby shut down as you wait for the other user to come back again.
A minute later, the other line appears again. “We’ve arranged teams K-7 and K-8 to secure the hotel lobby,” someone coughs,“and Team K-9 should arrive later to help with Mr. Jeon’s personal security with the press and curious bystanders.”
“Thank you so much— we’ll see you soon.” You hang up and tuck yet another stray hair back behind your ear, only for it to fall back down a few moments later.
Namjoon notices and snickers at your frustration. “You know, you should really invest in a hairband or something. Or a larger clip.”
You glare at the man. “Shut up,” you mutter, a blush crawling up your cheeks. “It’s whatever.”
———
After the arrival of the security team and a few more adjustments to the lobby decor, you and Namjoon stand ramrod straight as the two of you watch a couple sleek black hovers slow near the entrance of the hotel. A significant number of people are also watching the procession come to a pause, most notably those with flashing cameras and giant microphones. The hotel security had managed to section the public a few feet away from the doors, but nothing is guaranteed when a large crowd is involved.
Suddenly, the doors open and a flurry of people block the entrance, both to protect and assault the men exiting the vehicles. Lots of shouting is heard and you visibly wince, not excited to deal with the mess afterwards. Namjoon sends you a reassuring smile which you return, but everything flies out of your mind when two tall men in suits start advancing toward the reception desk.
The older of the two men walks with a strong purpose, his oxfords gently tapping on the marble floor. He seems the more relaxed of the two, with both of his hands in his pockets, occasionally taking one out to point at a piece of decor or to get his son’s attention. The younger man, however, walks with an air of authority around him— he seems more headstrong, ambitious, confident. His face is void of emotion as he takes notice of what his father is leading his attention to, only nodding to appease the older man.
They’re halfway across the lobby when your eyes clash with the younger man’s— in a split second, you hold your breath as his gaze possesses yours; a flicker of emotion crosses his face. Before you could analyze it, though, his eyes narrow, noticing Namjoon and the lack of space between your bodies.
Suddenly—
“Welcome to Jeon Hotel on 54th and Holly,” Namjoon softly calls out, leveling his gaze. “How can we help you?”
A grin breaks out on the older man’s face and he holds out his hand for your coworker to shake. Namjoon takes it, although a bit shakily. “Hello...Namjoon,” Jeong Gyu booms after taking a moment to read his nametag. “How are you today?”
“I’m doing well, thank you for asking, sir,” the younger man responds. He gestures a hand to you. “This is my fellow receptionist, Miss L/N.”
You lightly bow, feeling a constant gaze on you. Not Jeong Gyu’s, but his son’s.
“She and I will do our best to make sure that you and your son have excellent care throughout your stay at the hotel,” Namjoon continues.
After nodding in agreement, you notice that the Jeon penthouse is ready for their arrival via a blue notice on your computer screen. Scanning the hologram, you look up and exchange a smile with Jeong Gyu. “Speaking of excellent care, I believe your penthouse is ready, sir. Would you like some refreshments delivered up to your room beforehand? Sandwiches? Cocktails?”
Before Jeong Gyu could reply, though, his son cut him off. “Yes, please,” he murmurs, catching your gaze once again. You freeze.
He’s inches away from your face, way too close for comfort, but you can’t seem to back away. Something dark is swirling in those hazel irises— something untamed. Something you want to tame.
Shit.
Back away, back away, be professional, get back on track, stop staring—
Thankfully, professionalism is embedded into your blood so you gently smile, knocking yourself out of your stupor. “Of course, Mr. Jeon. Is there a refreshment you had—”
“Jungkook,” he interrupts again, gaze unwavering. “Please, call me Jungkook.”
You swallow. “Yeah. Sure. S-so uh, Jungkook-ssi, was there a refreshment that you had in mind?”
The corners of his mouth quirks up and you almost melt, your legs starting to tremble. Not only from embarrassment, but also from fear.
This man can snap his slender fingers and your life could be improved— or ruined. You could only hope that it was the former that might happen, not the latter. Everything is out of your hands.
The ball is always in his court.
Which is one thing you hate about him. You hate that he always has the upper hand, the final call, the power— you can’t deny him of anything without risking your job or, god forbid, your life. And he flaunts it, too. He gloats his wealth, his money, thinking that it makes him the most eligible bachelor in the world. And while he is undeniably good looking, that doesn’t mean you have an aching impulse to smack the side of his chiseled face.
You think he got the wrong message though, since Jungkook’s hazel eyes fill with amusement as he takes in your affected state, seemingly pleased with himself. Namjoon shoots you a concerned glance, though; his hand discreetly hovering above your waist in case you fall.
He wasn’t discreet enough, it seems, as Jungkook spots the movement and the amusement in his eyes flickers away, replaced with something hard and closed. Not one to be deterred, he continues. “Why don’t you surprise me, Miss L/N? I’m sure you can handle it.”
You nod, your head moving a bit jerkily. Clearing your throat, “Yes, I can. I’ll have it sent up right away.”
Jungkook hums. “No.”
You blink in surprise, hand wavering above the room service icon on your screen. “Excuse me, what?”
Bruh, does this pretentious brat want his stupid food or not?  
“I said no,” the taller man continues while inspecting a button on his suit. “I would like you to personally deliver it to my penthouse, instead of room service.”
Jaw dropping, you sneak a glance to Namjoon who seems equally as shocked. “I-”
“...If that’s alright with you,” Jeong Gyu cuts in. You had almost forgotten he was there. The old man shoots you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, dear. My son can get carried away with, uh, his ambitions quite often. He doesn’t mean to be imposing.” He turns and pats Jungkook on the cheek. “Isn’t that right?”
The heir rolls his eyes and finally backs away from you, seemingly annoyed. He grumbles his apologies under his breath and shakes off his father’s hand, eyes narrowed.
You, on the other hand, are taking full advantage of the personal space that has been given back to you. After taking a few deep breaths, you put on your customer service smile and make it as genuine as you can. “It’s quite alright, Mr. Jeon. I’ll personally deliver the refreshments up to your penthouse, as Jungkook-ssi has requested.”
A brilliant grin appears on Jungkook’s face. “Great. I’ll see you in a few.”
That rich bastard has the audacity to give you a wink before sauntering away with a smug look on his face. His father slightly bows and, after you and Namjoon both return it, walks toward the elevator to where his son is standing, his oxfords echoing on the floor.
You also can’t help but notice how good Jungkook’s ass looks as he walks away.
Once the men are out of earshot, you shudder. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. “I should be promoted with all the patience I have for Jeon Jungkook.”
Namjoon hums in agreement, looking a bit shaken as well. “That was probably one of the most life-threatening moments you will ever have,” he adds solemnly, running his hand through his hair. “But when he asked you to personally deliver his food? Christ, Y/N, I don’t know how you did it.”
You let out a humorless chuckle. “I guess customer service is just really good at the Jeon Hotels,” you appeal, “especially the one between 54th and Holly.”
———
Ding.
The elevator doors open and you step in, swiping your wristband on the scanner and pressing the number 88. A few seconds later, the doors close and you feel the elevator pick up speed, zooming to your destination.
As you wait, you look down at the meal cart in front of you. Duck foie gras, Iberico ham, and caviar in a small dish stare back at you in their $10,000 glory, along with the small stack of raspberry macarons and plates of dark chocolate souffle.
“Rich people,” you mock under your breath, pursing your lips in annoyance. “Refreshments? Oh yeah, I’ll just have a few caviar on a cracker. $200 for a snack? Oh sure, why not.”
Without a second thought, you take one of the macarons and pop it into your mouth, just to be petty. After swallowing, you come to realize what you’ve done and a feeling akin to horror dawns upon you.
But then you realize that no one (except you) knows how many macarons were there in the first place.
So you laugh.
Wiping your mouth, you check what floor you’re on.
Nearly there.
At last, the elevator doors open and you’re greeted with white leather couches and bearskin rugs; a wet bar sits in the corner and a gigantic kitchen peeks to your right. Stepping into the penthouse, you immediately feel uncomfortable and out of place.
Nevertheless, you have to do your job and deliver the damn food.
“Hello?” You call out, trying to find someone. “It’s Miss L/N from reception— I have the refreshments you’ve requested.”
“In the kitchen,” a voice calls out, “behind the sink.”
Pushing the cart around the corner, you see Jungkook at a counter next to the sink with a laptop and a pile of files beside it. He looks up and gives you a smile, spotting the cart. “Ah, food is here.” The tall man stands up and stalks toward you, never taking his eyes off your chest. You inwardly scoff but maintain a smiling exterior, reminding yourself that this was your job— you had to do this.
You had to do this even though goddamn, he looks like a five course meal with those rolled-up sleeves and tightly-fitted slacks. Oh my god, are those his thighs?
(Not to mention your inner demon that’s practically squealing at the fact that he’s looking at your breasts.)
“Yes, I’ve brought your refreshments,” you say through gritted teeth, still discreetly ogling him. “Is there anything else I can get for you before I leave?”
“Hmm, I think so,” the heir murmurs, sliding the cart away from you. You shiver as he stalks forward, maintaining eye contact. “I would like to get something else from you.”
You feel your legs turning into mush. Clearing your throat, you look away. “A-and what might that be?”
Your heart is beating at a million miles an hour.
You also feel your heart is tearing as he speaks, his soothing tenor voice flowing around your body like silk. To fight or fly, is the question. Or, to stay and give in.
Jungkook uses his hand to tilt yours back up, forcing you to regain eye contact. His eyes wander to your lips and you instinctively lick them, Jungkook’s eyes flashing back to yours. Slowly but surely, he lessens the space between you two until he’s so close that you can feel the heat of his mouth. You lean forward too, throwing your inhibitions into the wind and tasting his breath.
Your noses are touching; his gaze is unwavering.
Alarms go off in your head.
You jerkily step back, accidentally knocking his nose with your head in the process. The heir yelps in pain and winces in pain, officially ruining the moment. “Sorry,” you blurt out, heat rushing to your face.
Jungkook wipes his nose with his hand. “What the hell?” he grumbles, confused. “I thought you were into me or something.”
His hand comes off with a dot of red and you pale. “Fuck,” you mutter, springing into action. You guide the man-child to the kitchen stool where you push him down, forcing him to sit on the white plush.
“What—”
Scanning the kitchen, you spot a roll of paper towels and rip a piece off then tear it into smaller squares. You take a small square and roll it up so it’s small enough to fit into Jungkook’s nostril.
Looking up to check on him, it seems that he’s finally discovered that there’s blood dripping from his nose. His eyes are wide as saucers as he looks at his bloodied hand in surprise.
By now, there’s a few drops of blood on his crisp white dress shirt and you hiss in annoyance, hating to see something so pure and clean dirtied. Ignoring your impulse to tear off Jungkook’s shirt and clean it right away, you gently nudge the paper towel roll into his nose so that it absorbs the blood as it flows. Satisfied, you check his face for other injuries.
Other than his extreme expression of confusion and shock, he looks fine.
“You have a bloody nose,” you carefully explain, watching his face. “Blood spilled a bit on your shirt, but you’re fine.”
“Oh,” is all he says, softly. “I see.”
You heft yourself up on a neighboring stool, facing him. The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a bit, replaying the series of events that just went down in your minds. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat and touches the towel in his nose. “So uh, is that how you always reject guys?”
You blink. “I’m sorry?”
The man huffs frustratedly which, strangely enough, reminds you of an angry child. “I mean, do you always injure men after leading them on? Or women,” he adds, “if you swing that way.”
Blushing, you shake your head. “Um, no, I don’t usually um,” you mutter, “injure men, I mean. When I’m into them. Or for any reason. Unless it’s for self-defense or whatever.”
Oh my god, just shut up.
You wince. “It was sort of just a knee-jerk reaction I had. Sorry.”
“Oh,” he says again. A pause.
You can see the gears turning in his brain.
“So… does that mean you wanna go out with me?” Jungkook tries, hopeful.
“Ah,” you begin, “you see, the thing is—”
He interrupts. “Was that other receptionist your boyfriend?”
You shake your head. “No, no, it’s just...I don’t have time to date. Sorry.”
It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was kind of  lazy. Ingenuine. You didn’t bother explaining anything, and telling the truth wouldn’t be quite a good idea, either. Imagine: yeah, I can’t date you because I kind of hate the entire thing your family has going on with the country-domination type beat and I have to uphold my beliefs even though you’re insanely mouthwatering hot and can imagine you pinning me down on my bed. Sorry bubs.
So the dumb little lie will have to do.
“What about, just one date,” Jungkook presses on, eyes lighting up. “Please, Y/N? Just one date?”
“Jungkook—”
“Hear me out, okay?” he pleads, holding your gaze. You reluctantly nod and he grins while ripping the bloodied paper towel roll out of his nose. “Okay so, there’s this gala thing coming up, right? And there’s going to be some people there, no big deal—”
You watch as he shoves another roll into his nose as he continues to animatedly talk about your maybe-date with him. “—but we don’t have to talk to others if you don’t want to. I just have to check in and tell them I’m there, for like, attendance purposes or whatever, and it doesn’t really matter ‘cus it’s my dad’s thing—”
“Jungkook,” you interrupt, a realization dawning upon you, “is this the June Gala you’re talking about?”
The man stops moving, staring at you uneasily. “Uh, maybe?”
You immediately shake your head. “No. No way. There’s going to be way too many important people there— it’s going to be scary as hell. No.”
“Y/N,” Jungkook whines. “C’mon, you don’t have to meet anyone, it’s just a bunch of fancy people anyway—”
“Fancy people,” you comment, “don’t eat small businesses for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and teatime. Fancy people,” you emphasize, your voice getting louder in volume, “don’t plan to kill people who oppose them.”
A weighted silence fills the air when you finish your rant and you feel a tinge of fear shiver up your spine. Did you just out yourself to the son of the most powerful man in the country?
“I see,” Jungkook says slowly, as if he doesn’t want to frighten you. “So your heart is set on not going?”
Taking a deep breath, you nod. “I’m afraid so. It’s just too risky— I hope you understand. People who attend the gala don’t exactly— err— like my ideals.”
The heir stands up and walks around to where his suit jacket is hanging from a chair. You also stand up, making small advances to the elevator.
It feels too awkward to be standing here anymore.
“So uh,” you point to the elevator doors, “I’ll just go.”
“Hold on,” Jungkook commands, and walks back after shuffling his hand around in the suit jacket. He grabs your wrist and slides a piece of paper into your hand, leaning near your ear. “In case you change your mind, call me.”
You nod and politely bow. “Thank you, Jungkook-ssi.”
He nods in return, watching you swipe your wrist on the scanner and enter the elevator. Turning around to face him, you shoot him one last smile. “Enjoy your refreshments, Mr. Jeon.”
Then the doors close.
———
“WHAT?” Jeon Somi shrieks, her hologram flickering. “He did WHAT?”
“Yup,” you say, popping the p. You hold up the card Jungkook had given you this morning. “I have Jeon Jungkook’s number.”
Somi looks like a kid on christmas who finally got the 5,000 silly bandz pack she’s been begging for. “Y/N, you’re shitting me right now. Say you’re shitting me.”
“Nope.”
“Oh my god, you have to call him and say yes,” your best friend squeals, rolling on her bed. She stops rolling to give you a stern look. “What are you doing? Call him, now!”
Rolling your eyes, you fight a smile. “Somi, I already told you why it isn’t a good idea—”
“But he obviously likes you enough to give you his number,” she hisses frantically. Her hologram shifts as she tries to take a peek at the card. “Miss girl, if you don’t call him, I will.”
“Somi—”
“Ask for something in return,” your friend quips smartly.
“What?”
The younger woman inspects the ends of her hair, grimacing when she finds dead ends. “Y’know, he obviously likes you. He tried to kiss you, let you patch him up, asked you out several times, which, I may add, you very rudely denied, then gave you his number. I’ll bet that he’s desperate enough to do nearly anything to get you on a date.”
You sit up in interest. “You think so?”
Somi scoffs. “Oh honey, I know so.”
Hmm.
You stare at the slip of paper a bit more, wondering.
Could he really give you what you wanted?
“What are you thinking about?” Somi inquires, examining your face. “You got so serious all of a sudden.”
You pause.
“I’m gonna call the Jeon kid,” you announce, scrambling up from your seat on the bed.
“Hell yeah,” your best friend whoops, cheering you on. “That’s my girl. Get that dick!”
“Shut up,” you blush, ending the call with a flick of your hand. Clutching the slip of paper in your hand, you slowly exhale.
Hands trembling, you shakily type the numbers into the phone of your wristband, expanding it so you can clearly see the screen.
A few seconds go by and you hear nothing but the beeping of the line.
Then—
“Hello?”  
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a/n: chapter two will (hopefully) come soon! i have a vague idea of what I want to happen but feel free to speculate in my inbox (if u want) :)) or u can also j use my inbox to tell me to hurry the fawk up- for motivation purposes. 
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cakers-2000 · 4 years
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Ur blog is amazinggggg. I love the way you write💕💕 Can I have Kokichi x Princess s/o?
Thank you so much I’m glad you like my blog and my writing!!!
I wasn’t sure if you wanted like a Princess Ultimate Student type of thing or a regular Princess so I went with the first idea that came to my head!
I hope you enjoy it
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~The Thief’s Deal (Kokichi Oma X Princess S/O)~
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Kokichi had always been known as nothing more than a shadow. A husk of his former self. He had been reborn into that of a phantom of the night. Stealing hearts and treasures all while evading the police effortlessly. He was, in layman's terms, a phantom thief.
You had heard his name, well the name ‘Phantom Thief’ countless times. Your father had been trying for months to catch him but to no avail he always seemed to slip through your fathers grasp.
As time grew on the King became angry and you were left to pick up the pieces.
You couldn’t hate him, he was under tremendous stress but you could hate that damned Phantom Thief for the hardships he was putting your family through. But you couldn’t hate this almost invisible Phantom Thief. He was stealing from the rich to give to the poor. You agreed with everything that he stood for. You were torn, but you had to find a way to lessen your fathers stress and get your family back to normal. It was your duty as his daughter... right?
As the Princess you had very little control of the country, but you did have a few assets you could take advantage of.
“Um Miss (Y/L/N), I’m not sure your father would agree with you poking through his study like this. This is all highly confidential material and-”
“Then I’ll be sure to take extra care of it.”
You reached for the pink tote bag resting against your side and gently placed the small notebook on the bottom.
“Y-You intend to take it out of the study?? But Miss (Y/L/N) if this information falls into the wrong hands it’ll be disastrous for your father and the country as a whole!”
“Jane nothing will happen to the book, I promise.”
The maid standing beside you had been arguing against your words for the past hour and a half as you scoured the study for the information you had been looking for. She still didn’t seem convinced but you had found what you were looking for. You were on the hunt and nothing would stop you now.
“Miss-”
“Have Mr. Beckman grab the carriage would you?”
She no longer argued with you and instead bowed in your direction. “Yes ma’am.” And with that was out the door, her black dress billowing behind her in the wind.
And you were finally left alone. You trudged your way back to your room, recalling the way through the maze of hallways you called home.
When you arrived in your extravagantly decorated bedroom you made a beeline straight towards your closet. You didn’t exactly hate wearing the dresses the maids left out for you but you sure as hell weren’t going to explore the town in a dress. You wanted to blend in as much as you could.
Though it was difficult to find anything but dresses in your massive closet. Your parents had always been sticklers for rules and old traditions. You manage to find a purple skirt and a black blouse. It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but it was better than walking around in a dress.
There was a soft knock on your door as you finished throwing on a plain black sweater and adjusting the shoulders. “Come on in.”
You could spot Jane out of the corner of your eye and smiled warmly at her. “The carriage is ready Miss.”
“Thank you Jane.”
“Shall I escort you?”
You were quick to throw your hair up in a rather messy ponytail before beaming a bright smile her way. “Of course.”
A faint smile pulled onto her lips and you followed her out the door, holding idle conversation with her as you walked through the rather silent halls. That was okay though, Jane was like a mother to you she had been around a lot more than your biological mother. For all you were concerned she was your mother.
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As you sat yourself into the rather large carriage you slipped your hand in your bag, dragging out the book you had grabbed from the study.
The castle behind you was but a distant memory as you slipped away into the reading in front of you.
“Stop right here Oliver.”
The carriage came to a stop almost the second you uttered your sentence. The night was young but the streets were still empty and desolate. The road you sat on was a one way and to your right was a small general store while to your left was a rather dark alleyway.
This was it.
Oliver came around the side and the door opened for you. He attempted to grab your hand and help you out but you were quick to deny his help all while maintaining a sweet smile. “I’m okay thank you.”
You started down the alleyway and you heard his feet follow after. “Please stay here Oliver I’ll only be a second.”
He seemed hesitant to let you go by yourself but knew arguing against you would do nothing.
You let out a shaky sigh before steeling your nerves and walking into the alley.
It was silent. Too silent.
The sound of gravel being kicked came from behind you. You felt your body flinch out of fear and turned to look. But there was no one.
And then the sound came from in front of you. It was a loud thump followed quickly by a swishing sound, like a blanket being unraveled against the wind. Another jump escaped you and you turned around to see what it was.
Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight. You couldn’t exactly see what it was, it was far too dark. The only thing you could make out was its outline, it appeared to be a person. You both stood in stunned silence. You couldn’t say a word and they were doing nothing but staring, occasionally you could see their head tilt to the side like a confused puppy.
Eventually they took slow steps forward until the dim light showed you their face.
It was a boy. With purple hair. Dressed head to toe in a lavish white suit and a white cape flowing beautifully around his body.
And you knew exactly who it was. The Phantom Thief.
“Hello your highness.”
He placed his face only inches from your own, a sly smile curling onto the corner of his lips.
“Y-You’re-”
His hand reached out for your own before he slightly bowed in your direction. “Kokichi Oma. What brings you all the way down here Princess?”
You were quick to pull your hand away from him, trying to hold your tough demeanor. “Kokichi Oma there’s a warrant out for your arrest.” You pointed in his direction, a harsh look in your eyes. “I’m here to turn you in.”
He was silent for a few seconds. You watched his eyes blink and his face contort in clear confusion and surprise. And then he burst out into laughter.
“W-Why are you laughing? You face multiple charges, your life is in serious danger! All of your crimes are cause for public execution!”
He tried to stifle his laughter before straightening his posture and smiling sweetly at you. “You won’t turn me in.”
“What?”
“I can tell just by your face. You don’t want to.”
“I-”
“But why is that?” He slunk his way behind you and rested his hands gently on your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your ear and you shivered at the feeling. “Do you agree with what I’m doing? I’m only stealing what’s rightfully ours.” He moved back in front of you and trailed his finger along your jaw, all the way to the tip of your chin. “I take from the rich and give to the poor. Is that so wrong?” His hand trailed down to the collar of your shirt and you let out a small ‘eep’ sound as he pulled you forward, your chest pressing against his. Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire and you heard a small chuckle escape his throat. “But you wouldn’t really understand that, would you Princess?”
“B-But I do…”
Your words seemed to take him aback but he continued to smile nonetheless. He let out a satisfied hum, sounding almost like a purr and moved to caress your cheek. “Do you now… Perhaps then you’d be interested in a little… deal?”
You tried to pull yourself together, refusing to be putty in his hands. You pulled away from his grasp and crossed your arms, a harsh tone in your voice. You couldn’t fall for his tricks so easily like that!
“What kind of deal?”
“Well, my job is getting a little harder. I’m a  household name now, the rich are worried they’re going to be hit next. They’re on guard. But you,” His finger once again fell to your chin and a smirk fell to his lips. “Can be my woman on the inside.”
“I don’t know… They’d figure it out pretty quickly wouldn’t they?”
“Not if you’re careful.”
You didn’t get a chance to reply to his offer. There was the sound of feet approaching and you heard a sweet voice follow behind it. “Miss (Y/L/N) are you alright?”
It was Oliver. You hadn’t even realized how much time had gone by. Kokichi lifted his head at the sound and smiled sweetly at you. “Think about it. Come here tomorrow.” And with that he leaned in and pressed a soft and gentle kiss on your cheek. Oh god your cheeks must have been tomato red. You could hear him quietly chuckling at you as he pulled away. “I’ll be waiting.”
And with that he was gone. He moved like a shadow. You hadn’t even seen him leave.
But you didn’t worry. You knew this wasn’t the last time you would ever see the Phantom Thief Kokichi Oma.
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soudam-appreciation · 4 years
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Study... date?
Gundam sighed, shrugging his overweight backpack over his shoulder. He had not planned for today to become a social one, though he supposed it was not quite unwelcome. The mortal known as Kazuichi, Tamer of Automatons, had requested his presence here, though for precisely what ritual, Gundam did not know.
Kazuichi leaned back in his chair and rested his legs atop of the table as he inhaled the overwhelming (and honestly, kinda gross) scent of old and new books as he waited for Gundam to hurry the fuck up and get to the library, because he really didn’t have all day. 
He perked up, though, when he saw a small flash of purple and black move by one of the bookshelves he sat next to. Souda stood, waving his hands frantically in an attempt to catch the goth boy’s attention, not wanting to call out and cause more of a scene than the literal highlighter waving his hands sporadically like he was at a concert.
The neon blur tugged at Gundam’s peripheral, and he crossed his arms before him. Facing the boy, he began a usual greeting. “At last, you have been found. Do you not fear this meeting, Fool?” His voice boomed and echoed through the stacks, inciting an annoyed rustle and collective whisper.
Kazuichi’s eyes went wide as he started rapidly shushing him, because if him basically jumping up and down trying to get Gundam to notice him didn’t draw attention to the two, Gundam basically shouting definitely did. Speaking as softly as he could considering how badly his heart rate spiked, he tried to get him to quiet down.
“D-dude! Shut- shut the- Don’t! Stop fuckin’....fuckin’ screaming like that! Jesus! Shudda’...shut the- shut the fuck up! Shhh!” 
Recollection of the location at hand hit Gundam with a hell-strength impact. Clearing his throat, he hurriedly glanced around, mumbling fractured apologies for his forgetfulness. If there was one thing that would make even the Dark Overlord himself bow, it would be intense embarrassment as a direct result of his own foolishness- not that he would even say such a thing. To allow enemies access to his weakness?! Preposterous. He whispered a short apology to Souda as well, for the mortal seemed far more distraught than he. 
Souda groaned softly, rubbing his face with his hands for a few moments before bouncing back almost as fast, a lazy grin plastered across his face. That didn’t stop the drop of malice and embarrassment showing through in his cheerful voice as he pushed out a chair next to the one he was leaning on before to invite Gundam to sit with him. 
There were a lot of books, papers, pens and one lone computer scattered across the table. Souda easily pushed these aside as he sat down to take a sip of his…something. 
Gundam followed suit, dropping his bag on the floor beside him as he took his seat. He was not entirely sure what they were to do on this day, although crawling deep underground was an option he prayed upon. Unzipping his backpack as soundlessly as he could, he retrieved a notepad and slid a simple message to his companion.
What, pray tell, have you summoned me for?
Kazuichi read it over before snatching the notepad from Gundam’s hand, as well as the fancy pen he had (despite there being many writing utensils of his own he could’ve used, he honestly just wanted to be a bit of a dick to his past rival). He scrawled something quickly on it and slid it back nervously, despite there being no teachers nor rules against slipping each other notes. 
ok, well, i asked u 2 come here bc i am fucking failing math and biology and there r these 2 tests cming up i need u 2 help me study for. i thought u’d know a lot abt biology and u seem smart ig so-
He ripped another blank note out to write on more.
-so i thought u could help with, math too. hinata won’t help me he’s mad i spilt monster on his laptop still even though that was a whole day ago :(
The writing was barely legible and Kazuichi seemed to shorten words as best as he could, since he also wrote very large on the small sheet of paper. He slid the second note to Tanaka for him to read.
Squinting, Gundam managed to make out Souda’s print. He sighed, briefly wondering how incompetent Souda actually was, and where to even begin studying. Retrieving his pen, albeit a bit forcefully, he turned to a new page and began his transmission.
Where should we begin? Is there a specific field in which you have little expertise?
As Souda read over the note in the pretty cursive handwriting, he let out a small giggle. He couldn’t help it, reading Gundam’s dumbass Overlord-victorian speak was somehow funnier than hearing it out loud. Snatching the pen and paper back, he started writing.
uh um well i never ever got algebra the little letters always confused me and in biology kind of everything. man i’m not good with that kinda shit like u i’ve seen ur grades you don’t know how 2 whisper when ur flaunting them to sonia lol
Gundham’s ears got hot, and he fidgeted with the end of his scarf. Grabbing his pen, he scribbled out, I do no such thing. I simply share because I am asked, that should be a simple concept to grasp. His scrawl was messier, his haste blurring his senses. Deep breaths stilled his hostility, and he turned to a new page.
So shall we begin with variables, then? You may need to work exceptionally hard to recall these, as no doubt it will be of importance. 
Once again, Kazuichi laughed as he watched Gundam get a little pissed at the Sonia comment. Even when they were slowly getting closer, messing with the guy still yielded hilarious results.
come on man!!!! why r u getting so pissy i’m just teasing u. u know i know that u know we aren’t rivals anymore so calm down!!!!! >:3
anyways uhh ya sure we can start w, variables ig. i don’t remember a lot of this stupid ass math lingo so ur gonna need to remind me some of it.
Variables are those “little letters” you spoke of. If something I mention confuses you, alert me at once. 
Gundam chose to ignore all of Souda’s previous statement, focusing instead on the task at hand. There did not seem a logical reason to become so frustrated when Souda spoke of her. So why did it ignite a hellfire in his chest? 
He shook off the thought, selecting a standard textbook from his oversized backpack and placing it on the table with a thunk. Opening to a page about Variables, the most annoying of unknowns, he slid the book across for Souda’s viewing ease. 
We should begin here, page 28. Do you have a journal for notes?
yeah that’s fine also do u mind me keeping our notes or atleast yours please plz plsssss
Sure enough, the smaller boy was already making a pile of the discarded notes they had forgotten about. Mostly Gundams. It was the only neat thing on the table thus far.
Sighing again, Gundam ceded. He had no use for them, anyway. It caught his attention as slightly strange, but he chose to pay it no mind. Scratching out what information he could on such a small surface, he quickly realized that simply would not work. He slid a mostly-empty notebook from his bag and selected a blank page to share with Souda. It wasn’t as if he really needed the pages in this notebook either, so he added a small note at the top offering the torn-out pages for outside studying.
Souda took the page and studied it, before brightly grinning up at Gundam and quickly nodding. This was fancy shit, definitely not something extremely expensive (he knew Gundam definitely wouldn’t dare share that kind of paper, seeing the small slightly-faded stains of car oil on his hands that he just couldn’t scrub out) but Souda probably wouldn’t be buying these things, especially for every class, without at least a week of ramen dinners to make up for the waste of money working at his Dads mechanic shop.
Souda suddenly realized that ‘fancy shit’ to a slightly broke kid like him was definitely not ‘fancy shit’ to Gundam “I don’t know how to dress casually Ever” Tanaka.
Gundam continued to script line after line, attempting to explain these subjects in terms Souda would understand. The look in Souda’s eyes gnawed at him, such excitement on display over some math notes. He wasn’t certain what rubbed him wrong about it, so he brushed it aside. Reaching the bottom of the page, he printed a small question. 
Do you still understand thus far?
Souda finally grabbed one of his own pens that lay discarded on the table instead of stealing Gundams.
yeah i get it u explain it a lot better than the teachers or chiaki despite ur little demon talk r whatever lol. chiaki use to help me like all the time but she kept falling asleep on me we never got anything done
Reading Souda’s message tempted laughter, and Gundam bit his cheek to silence it. Nodding sagely, he scrawled, As likely as you are to bend truths pertaining to women, this account does seem trustworthy. He knew just as well as anyone how exhausted Chiaki constantly seemed. 
Tugging the newly completed page from its binds, Gundam offered it to Souda as well. 
Souda looked almost offended by the note (he still took it, because of course he did) and hastily scribbled another and shoved it in Gundams chest with a grin.
WOW DICK i’m not gonna go after every girl that falls asleep on me!!! sonia hasn’t fallen asleep on me yet and you know!!!!! >:(((((( 
Gundam stiffened, bandaged hand safely out of sight under the table. If it had been visible, Souda would have a clear view of numb fingers folding against his palm before stretching into claws, over and over. Another deep breath was necessitated by his pounding heart, and he stilled his mind. There was no reason for this feeling. What possible purpose could this rush of adrenaline serve? Certainly nothing pertaining to math. He cleared his throat again, which ended up sounding a bit more like a growl, and took up his pen.
You say “yet”, as if there is even the slightest chance of such an occurrence in the future. This, I do know. A smug smirk crossed his face, daring to settle on his lips.
Souda pouted as he read the note, a somehow adorable sight as he quickly snagged Gundams pen again (once again ignoring his own) and scrawled something on a new note and shoved it back to him. 
nuh-uh! u don’t know shit. unless u can see the future!!! tell me tell me tell me. maybe ur freaky demon shit is real after all ANYWAYS do i end up w miss sonia plz please tell me??!?? :3
Gundam tasted blood as he bit his lip hard. Why was Souda so insistent on her? No, he knew why. She was aesthetically pleasing to someone like him. This was not new information, but it still irked Gundam like hell. He pursed his lips. The last thing he was going to do was tell Souda his pathetic simpering dreams would come true in the end. Or perhaps, the last thing he wanted would be to admit to Souda that he cannot truly see the future? Grumbling, he snatched his pen back and tapped it against his knuckles. Neither option was preferred, though one was a clear admission of weakness…
He settled on a third choice. Of course not. I know precisely who you shall fall for in the end, although I cannot tell you. That is the Law of Causality.
actually it’s the law of cASSuaslity because ur an asshole who the fuck cares why can’t u just tell me!!! if i don’t get with miss sonia or whatever u say i don’t even know if i completely believe ur bonkers shit why can’t u just tell me their name or anything i just!!! want a hint. please 
Kazuichi’s handwriting grew sloppier as he grew more desperate. Why the fuck was Gundam hiding it? It’s not like he’s gonna get suspended for some random ‘law’ or whatever he probably made up. He didn’t even know what the word Causality meant but it sounded exactly like a freaky word Gundam would say.
All I may tell you is that… Gundam paused, wiggling his pen between thumb and forefinger to come up with an excuse. …you have likely already made their acquaintance. All trace of smugness had dropped from his features, now replaced with stale indifference. He locked his worry deep in his chest, buried it. The last thing he needed was Souda to call him out on such a ridiculously big lie.
Souda didn’t know why, but he grinned at that. He grinned at a lot of dumb shit, and Gundam telling him some vague dumbass answer like that was apparently dumb enough to get on his list of Dumb Shit That Made Him Grin. He flicked Gundams note into his ever growing pile and chugged the rest of his drink, his eyes blown wide with the sudden rush of, apparently, sugar. He tapped the textbook again, trying to remind them both to stay on task. His hands were starting to shake too much from the sugar high to make writing any good.
Gundam nodded. They needed to focus on the task at hand.. Which was math. Boring math. Another sigh settled in his chest, and he thought fleetingly on how he would much rather talk about silly magic business. Shaking dramatically dual-toned hair from his eyes, he set to scribbling some more numbers. Stupid, boring numbers. 
Kazuichi watched with interest as Gundam quickly drew out complex strings of numbers and occasional letters. However, his mind quickly drifted as well as his eyes. Higher and higher until he was watching Gundam’s facial expressions shift as he tried to help Souda. How he bit his lip as he hesitated before continuing to keep writing, how his eyes narrowed, Souda half-mindedly thought of how pretty Tanaka’s eyes were, he could get lost in them if he really wanted to, and he did. So he simply tuned out the sound of pen against pencil, rustling of paper and the occasional whisper between others in the library and just stared into his eyes.
Sliding another page across the table, Gundam glanced up at Souda’s face, before they quickly flicked away. On the quickly growing list of things he did Not Want to happen today, was for Souda to catch him staring. Or- he paused. To catch… Souda staring? He didn’t want to look again, even if he was right, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as if he could feel Souda’s gaze. Ears growing red, he scripted a small note back, faltering slightly as nerves made his fingers stiff. 
Do you still understand well enough?
Kazuichi’s gaze didn’t move until he finally noticed Gundam actually wrote words down. He did a double take back at his face before he picked up his pen, his cheeks heating up. Shit, did Gundam catch him looking? His hands trembled slightly from the sugar and caffeine as he scribbled on the paper.
yeah i understand completely ur a good teacher  i already said that didn’t i sorry
He slid the note over, now doing his best to keep his eyes on the table and not on Gundam.
Do not fret, I am pleased you understand. 
Clearing his throat as quietly as he could, he returned to numbers. Gundam really tried to focus, he did. But he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering… Muscle memory served him well, and he continued to write, but his mind’s eye strayed from questioning Souda’s gaze, to wondering why keeping their notes tidy was so important, to the way Souda tapped his fingers on the desk ever so slightly, the sugar and caffeine running rampant through his veins. It soon became impossible to focus, and he started mixing up numbers and crossing them out. He shook his head, hard, mumbling apologies for scrambling up his figures. 
Kazuichi easily picked up Gundams distraction and yanked an empty note from him to write on.
do u wanna stop for today
He slid it over, giving Gundam a small smile as he did. He wasn’t unfamiliar with his brain getting jumbled and melting into mush and before he knew it, the day was over and he hadn’t got shit done. So he didn’t mind giving up for today, starting again tomorrow or next week. He just liked being with Gundam, kinda. As weird as that was. 
Gundam nodded. 
My sincerest apologies, I seem to have lost my senses…
What the hell had gotten into him? This was highly unusual for him. Gundam mumbled another quiet sorry, sliding the incomplete and jumbled page across to Kazuichi just in case he needed it anyway. 
Souda tidied everything up on the desk, sliding his books, computer and the notes into his black backpack. As he stood, he bounced on his heels, the caffeine suddenly taking full effect as he finally got out of the chair and could move around to his heart's desire. He slid his backpack over one of his shoulders and didn’t hesitate to start playing with one of the enamel pins of a vocaloid character that hung from the zipper, needing something to occupy his hands with.
Gundam stood as well, fumbling as he slipped the last notebook into his bag. Offering a hand, he gestured towards the door. He whispered, “Shall we meet again tomorrow, then? I swear I shall do better at my job.” 
Kazuichi laughed softly at that, nodding. His hands fiddled with his jumpsuit pockets as he made his way over to Tanaka, a small bounce in his step. He would definitely blame that and what he did next on the overload of caffeine in his system the next day. He put his hands on Gundams shoulders, slightly dragging him down as he stood on his tippy-toes, kissing him sweetly on the lips before he was already skipping towards the door, waving him bye as he exited, most likely to his dorm on campus.
Blood froze in his veins. Gundam’s heart pounded, throbbing in his ears. His face was beyond red, and his stiffened fingers twitched in surprise. Mouth opening and closing like a fish, he could not even will his feet to carry him after the boy. What… What just… happened? His mind felt as slow and sluggish as if it was buffering through a torrented movie file. 
Finally gathering enough control of his own limbs, he pulled himself through the door. He wanted desperately to give chase, to pull Souda into his arms and kiss him back, but he knew there was no possible way he would keep his courage. So he settled, simply deciding upon returning to his own abode. He would have to speak to Souda at their meeting tomorrow. Just thinking about it gave him… butterflies? Oh dear, what an unpleasant sensation.
. . .
Thank you @kazudam for writing with me! This was so much fun, and something I’ve always wanted to do :’) 
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rattusrattus3 · 4 years
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-pt.3/? I took pride in my long hair because it’s always been very thick and easy to grow out. I bleached my hair two months ago and I already have an inch of roots back. Two years ago my hair was to my jaw but is now at my low to mid back. My hair has always been something people have complimented me for when I identified as my assigned gender. I don’t think I have the confidence in myself yet to let that go. So I’m wondering how you might have worked through that. Thank u for ur time reading
Pt 3/3 hey babe thanks for writing in!
Ok so I think I understand your question? You want to prseent more masc but have long hair atm, and feel that your long hair is holding you back from desired presentation, but also bc of socialization and hair being pretty and nice, its hard to let the long hair go?
Welp! i feel u! this was my experience: i grew up with short hair and then grew it out in high school and cut it off in university, when i first cut off my hair (tho i Identified as a girl at the time) it felt like a huge loss of my femininity (but it was hair was damaged AF cause i used to straighten it every day in high school :)))and i felt really not pretty and it kinda sucked after i chopped it! but after i got used to the “shock” of it (like after a couple days), and also after i dyed it (black, then green, then blue and back and forth between those colours since i was 18) i really liked it. So first, hair color change might help with self confidence? and like some days it still doesn’t feel pretty but i remind myself that my purpose is not to be pretty my purpose is just to exist and do what makes me happy so, whatever, hair. (that’s not to say you’re not entitled to feeling ur feelings about ur dysphoria or body or hair! ur feelings are valid, but maybe you can re frame your thoughts around them!)
also getting a hair cut u like and not giving a shit about what other people would think suits u, like? what have you always wanted but been too scared for? want baby bangs? or v shaped bangs? or a death hawk? or a poofy little mushroom cut? what color? like do your thing ! hair will grow back.
Anyway. i think one thing i would like to just mention gently is that you can have long hair and still be masc, like being gender fluid doesn’t have to mean you cut your hair off, by all means, do it if you like, but its by no means a requirement and you shouldn’t cut it off if you like it and want to keep it? but idk. some dudes have long hair, some ladies have long hair, some enbies have long hair, some dudes/ladies/enbies have no hair and that doesn’t invalidate them so why should it invalidate u? one way i help myself feel more masc is with makeup hehe, you can shade around your eyes and jaw and make a fake beard  (here’s some youtube tutorials) (x) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bw8M-wfHC9A (x) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAfbBVqfbN4 (x) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieSydLI3KTY, you can tuck your hair up into a beanie if you choose not to cut it :) or Why not do some kind of viking braids in your hair? that could make it more masc, and also i think when you braid your hair it gets shorter so? or maybe curl it? why not shave a side? or get an undercut?
if you do want to cut your hair off and it feels important to u, go for it! i 100000% support you. it might be scary but you will be really cute, and it can grow back! but if u cut it, why not buy a couple of cheap wigs for when you want long hair? (or one nice one?) i have a long pastel purple one that i got online for like 16$ and its cute and makes me feel fem on the days i want to!
Anyway when i figured out my gender ID (and yes i am non binary!) it mostly helped me let go of lots of things i felt ashamed of with my body! like, the fact i had short hair or body hair was like “yeah fukc this I’m not a girl so i don’t have to have long hair or shave, cause hair is this thing that grows our of your scalp and body hair is just little hair that grows out your body” and wearing makeup and skirts is like “yeah these are just colours and minerals im sticking on my face and fabric im putting on my body” like these things (hair, makeup, clothes etc) are so artificially gendered by societal norms and i was just eventually fed up with it and like  “fuck, hair or lack thereof doesn’t make someone the gender they are,” and just reminding oneself that regardless of body or hair you ARE the gender identity you feel because only you know it and its not a thing that’s gonna be visible necessarily, but u know it and it can fluctuate and u don’t have to prove it to anyone or “look” like it.
anyway, i am so happy and proud of you for experimenting with gender and where you fit! it can be so scary in our heteronormative world, but you living ur life and expressing urself is resistance so keep it up <3 be gentle with yourself, and whatever you do, its going to be really cute so just :) know that!
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Hey, here’s my request! If you feel like it! Peter breaks his leg (compound fracture if possible) tony find him and has to keep him awake/set his leg while they wait on help. Whump and fluff basically 😂 also yo ur whumptober makes me SO HAPPY
Thank you so much!! Hope you enjoy :)
*
What Tony wanted for his Saturday night was simple. So very simple.
All he wanted was a quiet night in his lab, preferably with Peter, preferably with way too much pizza. All he wanted was an easygoing Saturday night with Peter. Like they normally have. Nothing special.
But apparently the world, the cruel world, was never going to let him have what he wanted.
So when the alarm went off, blaringly loud and bright red in the lab after Tony was already verging on panic because Peter was two hours late to lab night, he honestly wasn’t too surprised.
The alarm meant the kid was hurt. So hurt that he wasn’t able to call for help.
The suit closes around before he even has to call for it, part of the protocol to get Tony to Peter as soon as humanely possible, and he flies out of the lab as fast as his suit can manage.
“Give me stats,” Tony demands, letting FRIDAY take over with flying.
Immediately, Peter’s vitals drop down on his screen, courtesy of Karen. Blood-oxygen levels dropping steadily, blood pressure dropping, heartrate racing.
“He isn’t responding to basic questions,” Karen informs him when she connects to the suit. “He’s risking losing consciousness, and he’s currently experiencing a panic attack.”
“Let me see the Baby Monitor Protocol. What happened to him?” Tony says. It’s taking everything in him not to fall into a panic attack. He can’t risk not being able to help Peter, though.
The video starts playing in the corner of his screen, depicting Peter saving people from a burning building. Something’s very wrong already, he’s stumbling and coughing and his left arm is cradled against his stomach.
As the video continues, Peter saves another six or seven people from the building and he seems to be about to call it quits when a girl cries out.
Peter, forever the big-hearted selfless kid he is, heads in her direction as fast as he can manage with his coughing and all the smoke clouding his vision. He reaches the girl and lifts her into his arms, cradling her despite his left arm shaking badly in pain.
But the floor is crumbling underneath him, the building above about to trap them inside, and Peter needs to think fast.
Without a second thought, he jumps out the window, keeping a tight grip on the girl. When he hits the ground, he hits bad. There’s an awful crunching noise and Peter falls forward onto the ground, crying out in pain as he lets the girl go. She takes off, racing towards the crowd of people, screaming for her mom.
Peter manages to drag himself away from the people into the alleyway beside the building, hoarsely sobbing in pain.
And then the video cuts off.
“Fucking hell, what happened?” Tony demands desperately. He’s nearing Peter’s location, thank god, but he needs to know how bad it is.
“Compound fracture,” Karen replies with too much worry and concern for an AI. “Both legs. His web shooters jammed about halfway through rescuing the people in the building and his left arm sustained a minor fracture. He didn’t have time to prepare for the fall.”
Before Tony has the chance to respond or try to figure out what the fuck he’s supposed to do, he lands in the alleyway. He can hear the people Peter rescued all chattering not far from them and he can vaguely make out the sound of sirens coming towards them.
But most importantly, he can see Peter.
The suit dissolves away from him, standing guard, as Tony stumbles forward until he reaches Peter.
He can see Peter’s tibia, sticking through his leg, blood spilling across the dark concrete. The poor kid is sobbing and whining, glazed eyes not recognizing Tony in the darkness.
His mask is off, hair sticking up in every direction and blood soaked hands leaving streaks of red behind on his neck and cheeks as he desperately tries to breathe through the pain.
“Fri!” Tony shouts, unable to pry his eyes away from Peter. “Get Cho and Banner in the Medbay. Prepped for Peter. Send them all the information they’ll need. Get an ambulance out this way immediately. One of the ones for the people Peter saved, reroute it this way for us.”
“Of course, Boss,” FRIDAY responds.
“I’d like to recommend setting Peter’s tibias,” Karen speaks up. “With Peter’s accelerated healing, the breaks are already trying to mend themselves. If this were to happen, the bones would need to be rebroken which could cause more damage to the nerves and muscles.”
First things first, Tony thinks, trying to keep his brain in order. He slowly reaches out and cups Peter’s cheek, lifting his chin. The kid whines in pain, hands grabbing onto Tony’s sleeve. His pupils are blown and confusion clouds his eyes.
“Kid? It’s me. It’s Tony. I’m here, okay? I’m here. Everything’s going to be just fine, you hear me?” His hands are shaking against Peter’s cheek and tears are filling his eyes because fuck, there’s so much blood.
So much blood and Peter might die. In an alleyway, scared and in pain.
“Hurts,” Peter whines, hands curled into Tony’s sleeve, shaking and getting blood everywhere. “Hurts, please.”
“You’re running out of time to set the bones before they’re too healed to do without rebreaking,” Karen informs him.
He closes his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to Peter’s forehead. “Stay awake for me, buddy. Please.”
Moving as fast as he can while trying to gag on the smell of blood and how it’s already all over his jeans and sleeves and hands, he grabs Peter’s mask and pushes it into Peter’s mouth, not wanting the kid to break his own teeth.
He remembers getting Banner, Cho, and May to teach him this kind of thing if he has to help Peter or any of the Avengers, and this was one of the things they went over. It was meant to be just in case.
Taking a deep breath, he gets his hands into position and tries his best to separate Peter from the equation. It’s just a leg. It’s fine. He’s not hurting, he’s helping.
And then he does it.
The awful crunching noise of Peter’s bone fragments sliding back into place, has him gagging and throwing up to the side, keeping a steady grip on Peter’s leg.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget Peter’s muffled scream either, pained and child-like, echoing in the dark alleyway.
“Good,” Karen says. “You did a good job. But you have to hurry and set the right leg, as well.”
He hates it. He hates everything. But he focuses on breathing through his mouth as he switches sides and repeats the actions.
As soon as it’s done, as soon as he can stop looking at Peter’s bloody and broken legs, he moves quickly back up to Peter’s head, cradling the boy against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he breathes. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Stay awake, bubba. Stay awake, please. God, please.”
Peter’s bloodstained, shaking fingers curl into the front of his shirt, desperately clinging onto the fabric.
“Hurts,” he sobs, mask falling out of his mouth. “T’ny- I- I- can’t. T’ny, hur’s.”
Tony’s almost positive he’s crying into Peter’s curls, holding his kid against him like he can hold it all together.
And then, like a miracle, the ambulance pulls up at the end of the alleyway. Medics and a stretcher and- and the world blurs.
Tony can’t focus, can’t breathe, can’t think beyond Peter’s fingers curled into his shirt.
And before he knows it, they’re in the back of the ambulance, Peter’s wild, desperate eyes struggling to keep focused on Tony.
“It’s okay, bubba. It’s okay. You’re going to be alright,” he says. He turns to the medics. “Take us to the Avengers Compound. I’ve got doctors up there ready for him.”
Surprisingly, nobody argues. Nobody tries anything. One of them, a young woman, works away at Peter’s legs, tying fabric around his legs to help stop some of the bleeding. Another is coaxing Peter’s arm into a brace. A third is swiping a soft cloth, dipped in warm water, across Peter’s face, removing all of the blood.
“I’m here, buddy,” he continues, trying to keep Peter awake. “Focus up. We’re almost there, okay? And we’ll pump you full of the good drugs, huh? I’ll let you miss school for the rest of the week. That’ll be fun, won’t it?”
Peter just squeezes Tony’s shirt a little tighter, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes into his hairline.
“You can have your nerdy friend over, Ted? Fred? And you two can have as much Lego as you want to work on while you heal. Because you’re going to heal. And you’re going to be just fine. I promise and I don’t break my promises.”
Peter whimpers, bottom lip trembling. “T’ny- T’ny-”
Smoothing back Peter’s curls gently, Tony offers him a reassuring smile, hoping it doesn’t come out as shaky as he feels.
“It’s gonna be okay, Underoos. I promise. You’ll be just fine. Just breathe. It’ll be over soon.”
*When they reach the compound, Peter’s taken away from him almost instantly.
He’s not particularly surprised, but he needs to keep busy. He needs to do something to keep his mind off the awful noises echoing in his head. Peter’s screams and the sound of his bones-
So he gets the suit and flies back to the building that had burned down.
By now, everyone’s been treated and a good portion of the people are gone, finding new places to stay for the night.
“Tony Stark?” somebody asks. He turns to find a family standing there. A father, a mother, two children, and a cat. “What are you doing here?”
He swallows thickly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“Came to make sure everyone was alright for Spider-Man,” he says.
The little girl looks up, and Tony recognizes her from the video. She grins, two front teeth missing, and little purple overalls stained in ash.
“S’ider-Man saved me!” she exclaims. He can’t help but notice the blood on her knees, probably Peter’s from the crash landing.
The older boy, probably eight or nine, hugging the chubby orange cat, is frowning. “I didn’t get to see Spider-Man.”
“When’s your birthday?” he asks instead. “I’ll pull a few strings and get Spider-Man to swing by for your parties.”
“If you see him, can you tell him thank you?” The mom says, voice hoarse from crying. “We all got out when we heard the alarm, but my daughter ran back inside for our cat and we thought- we thought she-”
Tony smiles. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll let him know. I’m just glad you’re all okay.”
“He’s a hero,” the dad says. “We owe him everything.”
*Tony’s sitting at Peter’s bedside when he comes to, a collection of cards and gifts sitting around them. The paramedics had given the kids sheets of paper and crayons for stress relief and while waiting for the parents to find them a new place to spend the night. They’d all drawn adorable cards for Spider-Man that Tony took back with him.
“Welcome back,” Tony says, setting down his coffee mug. “Never, ever do that to me again. Ever. You hear me?”
Peter smiles dopily, slowly blinking his eyes open. “No promises.”
Tony rolls his eyes, gently carding his fingers through his kid’s hair and working through the knots. “Everyone’s very grateful that you saved them. I don’t know where you’ll have room for all the cards.”
“I have a box.”
“Of course you do.” He rolls his eyes again. “But I can’t- I can’t take the stress of you pulling stunts like that.
Peter pushes himself up a little bit, tipping his head against Tony’s hand. “Had to save everyone.”
“Okay. But, and hear me out, you made sure all those kids got back safe to their parents, but what about you getting home safe to me and your Aunt. You mean just as much to us as they do to their parents.”
Instead of looking guilty or apologetic, Peter grins. “Kay, Dad.”
“You’re the worst, you know that?”
“You love me anyway.”
Tony smiles fondly, pushing Peter’s head back against the pillow. “Go to sleep.”
Peter laughs quietly, eyes already drooping shut. “Night, Mister Stark.”
“You called me Tony before.”
“I’m sleeping, Mis’er S’ark.”
Tony presses a kiss to Peter’s forehead, pulling the blankets up to his chin. “Night, bubba.”
“Love you,” Peter slurs, body finally relaxing.
“Yeah, love you too, kid.”
It might not be the way he wanted to spend his night, but he wouldn’t trade having Peter in his life, even with his reckless behavior and stress-inducing adventures, for anything.
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I rewatch Miraculous—Mr. Pigeon
Behold!!! The episode that almost made me stop watching Miraculous.
No for real i think i got up and left the room first time around, this episode was so ridiculous.
• “You only have one day to work on your fashion piece.” Only a day? That seems kinda unrealistic when you take into account designing, gathering materials, whether or not you need to go out and buy any materials, the amount of time it takes to actually put all that together...
•WHOA Gabriel’s actually smiling in that pic Mrs. Bustier shows. Er, smiling-ish
•Pure cinnamon roll child seems proud this peppermint frappucino dickhead is his father (Gabriel ur hair looks like whipped topping and that tie doesnt help). BE GRATEFUL FOR SUCH A CARIBG CHILD YOU PRICK!!!
•Maaaaaariii chill the fuck out your overactive imagination and severe anxiety are getting the better of you.
•AHEM Gabriel has a purple bowtie in Mari’s imagination instead of that ridiculous peppermint scarf he uses to hide Nooroo’s broach???
•Adrien: appears out of nowhere
Marintette: jerks and flops away like a fish on dry land
Me: lol bye Marinette
• Adriens beuatiful face when Mari is talking to him (before she blunders and stumbles with her words) is beautiful
•Mari’s beautiful face when Adrien is telling her “you’re so talented Marinette!” and the subtle tremor in her eyes as they widen with her smile...☺️😊😘i love my beautiful, anxious mess of a daughter
•Mari: Follows Adrien with her eyes like an owl. LMAO.
•Chloe does not deserve Sabrina 😒
•Whereas Gabriel resembles a peppermint frap, Hawk Moth/Papillion appears to be the result of what might happen if Batman and the riddler had a baby
•Ramier, bruh, there is like. Zero. Fucking. Reason to be that upset over not being allowed to feed pigeons. For real. Go feed them on some rooftop somewhere if you must. No reason to let Hawk Daddy akumatize you over it...
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...You know what? We’re not calling Gabriel “daddy.”
EVER. Again.
•Also Hawk-shitface, pigeon dude is your worst idea and you keep coming back to him. Seriously at least put some effort into your champions’ outfits. Youre a fashion designer for petes sake!
• wow this show really loves its skin-tight body suits, huh? Even when they look ridiculous.
•Sabrina how the hell much did you have to pay for a cellphone that lets you zoom in on a fucking sketch from dozens of feet away and score yourself a crystal-clear image???
•Sabrina: “We’re soooo awesome!”
Chloe: “We?”
Chloe does NOT deserve Sabrina.
•Arent real bird feathers full of germs and bacteria that cause diseases? And Marinette “im immune to bird flu” Dupain-Cheng just plucked that shit up off the ground and put it on her hat of all things. I dont know whether to be fisgusted or impressed.
•Chat “paint me like one of your French girls” Noir for the win everybody
• “Im allergic to feathers.” I came across a theory on tumblr once (cant find the OP) that this coulda been caused by Emilie wearing the damaged Peacock broach when she was pregnant with him. If thats true i would be pleased😏
•Allow me to channel Chloe for this comment: LB, CN, that disguise is about as convincing as Mr. Pigeon and Bubbler’s get ups are appealing. In other words, NO.
•Chat Noir moonwalking with a hat on—booiii got some moves. 👌👌👌👌
• “You’re the cat dont you eat [pigeons] for breakfast?!” No LB, Kitty Boi is a domestic kitty otherwise he’d present to you little dead things like my cat used to do before we stopped letting him go out. This is an awful joke but SPARE THE BIRDS, theyre just like Ramier—being controlled by a monster.
• “On the count of three my beloved pigeons will commence fire.” As disgusting as pigeon poop is i think they’ll live. Cant you come up with a better evil plan? Threatening to break the glass floor at their feet by having the pigeons stomp on the cage would be more effective. I’m not trying to help the villain, kaay? I just prefer my villains to use their head. Honestly Team Rocket is more intimidating than Pigeon Dude.
•is it just me or is kitty boi especially adorable in this episode??? 😻😻😻
• flock of pigeons put a dent ten times the size of kitty boi’s head in the door
Okay thats actually kinda terrifying. What woulda happened if that attack hit a normal person wearing no magical armor??? They’d be pecked to bits...
• CN: “I gotta get outta here before my secret identity is revealed!”
LB: “Yeah you wouldnt wanna let the cat out of the bag!”
CN: “...Haha very funny.” 😾
Dont dish out what you cant take, handsome boy.
•LB’s look of amusement as CN starts running in place for fear of detransforming in front of others is hillarious
•kitty boi if this hotel takes tips you should really give Jean-whatshisname one. That was the speediest, life-saving room service ever.
•isnt this just Chloe’s room??? Theres a ladybug pillow on the bed and everything. Why did the mayor send CN to Chloe’s room???
• “i cant wait my dear pigeon.” Hmm reminds of later on when Hawk Moth calls Nats “My dear Mayura.” Bruh if you INTO Ramier just ask for his phone number like a normal person, quit akumatizing him and eat a damn snickers
•LB: Time for a sneak attack! Oh no, my sneak attack failed cuz my partner couldnt help but sneeze with all these FEATHERS around.
HELLO, he just told you he was allergic to feathers???
•ugh them censoring out the punches with flashy screenshots is so LAAAME show me the VIOLENCE.
• “Cat Noir! Grab [the bird call!]” AGAIN he’s ALLERGIC TO FEATHERS. Just tie that yoyo to something to keep Pigeon dude in the air and smash it yourself.
• Gabriel is that teacher from Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide who was never physically present in class and was only ever seen through a tablet or some nonsense
•Chloe getting busted my Marinette in front of the principal, Gabriel and Adrien is a great example of how PLAGIARISM DOESNT PAY are you listening art thieves lurking on tumblr, instagram and elsewhere???
•ahem Gabriel that sympathetic look you give a weeping Chloe is very out of character
• “youre the winner Marinette.” Not gonna check out Kim and Max’s hat? You could at least look at it, doesnt seem very impartial to pick Mari without looking at ALL the hats
•siiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhh
Girl they are BOTH allergic to feathers. How many blonde teenage boys walk around with a feather allergy? Quantum Masking or no Quantum Masking, c’mon you should be at least considering the idea theyre the same person from that knowledge alone.
Annnd thats all for now. This episode is more of a vent-inducing hate sink than enjoyable, save for the gushing waterfall of cute kitty boi moments it provides. I may do Stormy Weather later today to make up for it.
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