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If You Wanna be Wild: Chapter 7

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Everything falls apart and evryone is alone.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!:mentions of rape an violence, what happened to Helena, smut, repressed feelings, angst.

Almost everything was written by Fen <3

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There was no making up. There was no Javi bringing Santi food as an apology, there was no talking.

When Santi walked into the office on Monday, he saw the fucking desks rearranged, Javier’s and Santi’s on other sides of the room instead of pushed face to face. Santi quickly rushed to the bathroom where he panic vomited and had an anxiety attack, resulting in him being 45 minutes late. Javi didn’t say anything about it.

Where Santi couldn’t eat, Javi couldn’t stop eating, munching down food and taking frequent trips to the vending machine. His doctor was going to kill him. Santi could barely function, even coming in late or leaving early which was a cardinal sin in his book. Still, none of it stopped him from seeing Candy. Occasionally Candy asked about him because all month Javi hadn’t been to see her either. Santi couldn’t get much answer either.

They worked, but mostly separately. Javi had even been trying to find somewhere else to work, but there weren’t exactly free rooms in the precinct. They talked occasionally but only about Lorea… making Santi desperately lonely. He had his family and he loved his tias, but they weren’t Javi. It was the day of the rally for the beatification of Laura Montoya, which forced them to be in close proximity as they dressed in plain clothes and scouted the area for any sign of the Lorea family. Not wanting to look too much like officers on alert, Santi tried making conversation, none of which was working with Javi, only getting few word answers.

The boy was going to drive him absolutely batshit insane if he didn’t stop talking. It was bad enough he kept asking. ‘Should we get food’ or ‘it’s nice out today’, but his voice mixed with the crowds and noise and music and chatter or the rally, people shouting about whoever it was they were here for, politicians trying to stop them and constantly flashbacks of that night of the ball… Then Santi had to go and say

“She misses you.”

“You mentioned her name one more fucking time and I’ll-”

“You’ll fucking what?” Santi snapped, his nerves had twisted, hardened suddenly by rage.

His anger took Javi by surprise, he’d never heard him speak like that to anyone let alone him.

Santi took his pause as indignation. “I mentioned Candy once. Once. And that’s only because you haven’t seen her, or called her or anything!” He hissed. “She’s worried about you actually, she-”

It was Javi’s turn to snap.

He grabbed the younger man by the back of his collar and pulled him into a side alley, using his own momentum against him and slamming him up against the brick wall.

Sant let out a little huff of air as his back collided, gritting his jaw as pain raced along his back.

The action had been forceful, but not enough to cause discomfort for most people. However, a rough, uneven lump of mortar had poked oddly against the scar at the nape of his neck, sending a tingle down his back.

Javi rammed the heel of his hand into the wall next to Santi’s head, using his height to his full advantage as he leaned over him like he was interrogating a suspect instead of a colleague. A friend.

Santi breathed hard, his frown pinching his eyebrows together, and Javi would say he even looked cute if he wasn’t so bloody annoying, so obsessed with getting under his skin. Unable to let anything go, constantly digging at him in his self-righteous attitude, just needing to push, and push, and push, and…

Cute. The thought caught him off guard. When had he started to think of Santiago as cute?

“What the fuck are you doing Peña?” He growled, puffing his chest out, but not pushing back.

Javi shook his head slightly, trying to break his racing mind, trying to get back to reality. “Candy, look, you can’t just-”

“She’s an adult Javi, I can-”

“You’re going to get her killed!” His voice raised at the end, louder and more desperate than he had intended, with just the slightest waver. He hoped Santi didn’t hear it, but he probably did. Nothing got past him. “Do you understand?” Santi glared at him, the muscles in his jaw flexing. Those stupid large doe eyes looking painfully dark and enticing. “You’re flaunting her. Taking her to the ball and, and-”

Santi scoffed. “That’s none of your business, I asked her, I-”

“You’re gonna get her gutted and dumped on the side of the road!” Javier screamed, haunting flashbacks to Helena’s beaten and raped body, wrapping his coat around her and having to carry her out, not sure if she was dying or not. “You know how easy it would be for Lorea to do something? This isn’t even a put two and two together situation, Pope, it’s you waving a four right in his fucking face! And what do you think is gonna happen when he takes her, huh? When he beats her and rapes her an tortures her to get information on YOU!”

Santi swallows, his face still hard, but that little bob of his Adam’s apple draws Javier’s eye, but he doesn't respond. Javier lowers his voice, fist still gripping Santi’s jacket.

“She’s not gonna give you up, she’s not gonna help them hurt you. She’s gonna end up dead. You’re gonna…” He closed his eyes for a moment, took a small breath. It was easier not to look at him, not to have to stare at his soft eyes and plump lips. “You’re gonna end up dead too, Pope. I can’t… I’ve seen it, okay?”

Javier screwed up his face, opening his eyes so that he could look at Santi man to man. Implore him to see reason.

“I’m not telling you to stop seeing her, I’m just saying.... I’ve seen shit happen to girls in her line of work. To officers like you that are still wet behind the ears to this kind of thing-” The second it was out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake.

“I’m not a fucking child, Peña.” Santi hissed, pressing forward and getting up in Javier’s face. “I know that’s what everyone at the station seems to think and all their little Virgin Maria mierda. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck if all they see is that.” He pushes firmly on Javier’s chest, almost smacking as he punctuates his sentence. “But I thought you’d know better! I was black ops special agent, I spend years of my life in almost every goddamn continent doing retcon, assassinations, covert operations and rescuing women and children and getting SHOT! I’m not-”

“I’m not saying you’re a child-”

“You are! You are!” Santiago growls, smacking Javi’s chest repeatedly. He doesn’t care that he does sound like a child in that moment, arguing relentlessly on semantics. His emotions are bubbling over and muddying his head. “You’re saying that you know best. That your word is law. Despite all you do to endanger Candy!”

“I do n-”

“You do! You think you’re above it all, you’re just as bad, you pretend to care but you-”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Garcia!”

“Make me!”

He doesn’t think.

There’s always times he doesn’t think. When he gets too lost in whatever emotion he’s letting overwhelm him. Sometimes rage. Sometimes guilt. Usually negative either way. That’s where Santi is a good partner, keeping a cool and level head while Javi plays bad cop.

Usually ends up with him throwing a punch, not a kiss.

Santi knew ‘make me’ was childish. Knew it was playground nonsense reserved for kids still in single digits. But if everyone was going to keep calling him that, keep pretending that he wasn’t the only actual goddamned adult in the room then-

Then…

Javier’s lips on his steal his breath away, rob him of every thought that has ever run through his mind. And, for once, it’s blissfully quiet. The anxieties pushed away for the peace of a lover's kiss.

Javi presses closer, pushing Santiago further into the wall and cupping his face with his warm hand as he kisses him, body to body, warmth to warmth. Darting out his tongue to just trace Santi’s bottom lip and groans when he parts them immediately, no hesitation, and lets him lick into his mouth.

The angle’s a little awkward, Javier’s body trapping Santi’s hand between their chests. But Santiago’s fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer as his kisses leave him breathless and desperate for more.

Javier’s leg bumps into his and Santi moves a step, moaning softly and then whining as his thigh presses against his half hard cock, a sharp spike of pleasure running up his spine and-

His thoughts all come crashing down. What the fuck, what the fuck was he doing? His mother’s voice rang in his head, screaming his name.

He could get arrested for this, thrown in jail, worse. He was going to burn in hell.

Santi pulled back quickly, disentangling himself from Javier so quickly that both men nearly fell. He turned, not giving the older man a second look, and ran out of the alley into the crowded street.

He didn’t even hear Javier call his name.

“Are you okay, baby?” You asked, your naked body covering Santiago while giving him tender kisses, scooting yourself up and down his cock. You loved to tease him, get him whimpering and watch as all those troublesome thoughts left his pretty little head. He was too pretty to be so worried all the time.

He’d been stressed on and off about Javi, occasionally bringing it up, but you think he stopped when he realized it upset you. You were really good at pretending to care when old professors droned on and on about academic works or when men talked about themselves or complained about their wives and mothers again and again and again. You could’ve faked not being upset when Santi, but you didn’t fake anything with him. Javi’s absence hurt your feelings. You were worried about him, and you were angry at him for abandoning you and hurting Santi. For continuing to hurt his feelings. Bitch.

But honestly… you just miss him. A lot. It would take more than a poster to patch this, he’d have to make things right with Santi too, but you’d forgive him. You just wanted him back, and you wanted Santi happy again. He was already thin enough, and as your body slid up and down the sweaty length of him, you could feel he’d lost weight.

Santi moaned loudly, gripping onto your hips as you bounced on his length, his eyes rolling back in his head as your heat engulfs him over and over. Pulling him deeper and deeper.

The fat tip of his cock presses deliriously, perfectly rubbing over your walls with every slick slide. Stretching you so wonderfully like he was made for you. He was, he really, really was. Something was bothering him today, and he was finding solace in you. You were happy to give it to him. Pushing all other thoughts out of your head.

He whines, babbling nonsensically with his eyes closed, “please, please, please,” He rocks up against you, letting his body override his brain as you fuck him into the mattress. “Please, gonna come, please, need you so much,” he gasps, almost sobbing from pleasure.

You stroke his cheek and pick up your pace, even if he hasn’t said you could tell how close he was. The way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut and head thrown back into the pillow, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you can come, give it all to me.”

He shakes his head rapidly, “no, please,” he moans, “need you, need mommy to come, please.”

His whines change in pitch, the little sounds getting higher and higher as he reaches the point of no return. His mouth hangs open, his skin flushed and sweaty, and heat floods to your core.

You brace yourself with your left hand on his leg behind you as you ride him, leaning back ever so slightly to change the angle just enough that he continuously hits perfectly inside, stretching you to your limit.

Santi sobs, the position change sending a buzz up his spine, pressing on the thick length of his cock to a surprisingly maddening degree. His whole body pulsed, stealing the air from his lungs.

He bucks up once, his eyes fluttering open in surprise as he comes, his length pulsating. He empties himself deep inside you, his orgasm stretching onwards and overtaking every possible thought.

You smile as you watch him, happy to see him so blissed out. You ride him throughout his high, trying to prolong his sensations as long as possible. He deserved it.

He sighs, shivering with aftershocks as he comes back to himself and looks up at you. You open your mouth to speak, the words on the tip of your tongue.

Santi grabs you by the hips, urging you up and off him and pulling your aching pussy onto his face. He lets out a small groan at the mess he made, his cum leaking out of your folds before he runs the tip of his tongue through them.

You bite back a moan, grabbing onto his hair for stability as his mustache brushes against your clit.

His mouth feels like heaven as he lick and swirls around your clit, his movements soft but certain, quickly pushing you towards your peak.

Instinctively you buck your hips, grinding down on his mouth to chase your high. He rocks you against him, urging you tp move and fuck his eager tongue.

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him, pulling fiercely on his hair.

He continues licking, moaning against you as he drinks down every drop of your release.

You breathe heavily, boneless for a moment before slowly moving away to lay down next to him.

He pouts a little as you settle. “I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily, your cum shining all over the bottom half of his face,

You giggle, and gently swat his arm and cuddle up next to him. Santi didn’t need instruction, scooting his back to your chest. In your arms, where he belonged. You loved being like this with him, but somehow it always felt like something was missing. You loved when Javi used to hold you, protecting you with a strong arm around your body, but again, you felt like something was missing, in your arms this time instead of around you.

You kiss the scar on his spine. “Good boy, Santito.”

It happened so fast. Santi teanses and you barely have a second to register how he turns to you, his eyes widen in panic, his skin turning ashen before he’s up, out of bed and pulling on his clothes so fast that it shouldn’t have been possible. What the fuck? Did you do something wrong?

“Santi?” you start, trying to keep your voice soft but unable to hide the fear that has overcome your words.Why is he leaving? What did you do wrong? Did you mess up things with Santi too, the one good thing left? You barely sit up before he’s shoving a handful of dollars at you, practically just throwing them in your direction and the bed.

“Here.” His voice is quiet, distant. Like he’s not really there. A stark comparison to his panicked, edgy movements. He doesn’t even bother tying his shoes, simply shoving his feet inside them and stumbling towards the door.

“Wait, Sant-”

He slams the door on his way out.

Leaving your bed cold, and you alone.

It was supposed to be sex, talking. Build a nice repour. That was it. You were good at it too, making old ugly men think you were infatuated, but yourself detached from even the most charming and attractive. Something happened with Javi and Santi, a line that became blurred, friendship and genuine attraction and care. Now they were gone.

You hate yourself for how hard you cry.

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tonowaritrash · 10 months

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three’s company pt 6

part 5; part 6; part 7

this part is inspired by another fanfic i read recently. it’s absolutely filthy and dirty but i think you guys will like it!

pairing: tonowari x reader x jake sully

tags: bi! tonowari, bi! jake sully, needy jake, jake has an oral fixation, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving) dom wari if you squint, jakesully banter, feelings of infidelity even though it’s technically not infidelity because the arrangement is non-exclusive

minors dni

jake was a flirt, there was no denying it. despite being different, from the moment he’d arrived his charms made the women clamour for his attention. plus, he was more than capable of taking care of himself and he was definitely good looking, all things that tonowari and you had taken into account when you decided to add him to your dynamic.

you hummed as you balanced a basket of fruit on your hip on your way to your marui. the days were warm and the sea had been inviting so you and tonowari had taken the day off for a swim. your hair was still damp and tonowari had gone on ahead to the marui after you’d offered to grab some food.

the trip took you to the other side of the settlement, under a canopy of shady leaves that offered a merciful coolness to the uncomfortable weather. now you were returning, food in hand wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your day off lazing about at home.

so it came as a surprise when on your way back you’d heard low voices, one recognisable and the other feminine one harder to place. it was clearly a private conversation as they were speaking by the large rocks of the tide pools, but your curiousity piqued and you took a sneaky glance around the rock.

jake’s back was pressed against a rock, his lithe body framed by a woman from your tribe. it was hard to read his expression but her hand was on his hip and he didn’t seem overly eager to rid himself of it.

you couldn’t hear what was being said but their lips touched and you had to look away.

with an oddly troubled heart you walked back to your marui and placed the basket on the table. tonowari picked up on your sour mood immediately and walked up to you, delicately placing a hand on your shoulder.

“what is it, my love?”

you sighed and shook your head. “it’s dumb…i saw jake and another woman just now by some rocks…”

an inquisitive eyebrow rose. “and you’re jealous?”

you turned to face him, soft blue eyes searching through your very soul. you caressed his face. “mah wari, is it so wrong that i thought we were enough for him?”

he kissed your hand. “you feel as though he is taking you for granted.”

“perhaps.” you paused and sighed. “what he does with his own time is his business. who he wants should be none of my concern.”

“you don’t truly believe that, do you?”

you frowned at him but couldn’t deny that he was right. you were jealous, and feeling petty.

a small smile crept on tonowari’s face. it cheeky, perhaps a little devious and not one you saw often. but you knew that whatever he had cooked up in his mind was worth pursuing.

-0O0-

later that week you sat on tonowari’s lap with him lazily pumping two of his fingers into you. it wasn’t enough to get you off, but enough to tease you in the way he knew drove you wild. you were nervous for what was to come, and a little worried, but he calmed you with soft words and chaste kisses.

jake entered your marui with this scene in front of him, and the cheeky expression that adorned his face was wiped away immediately. you watched in almost amusement as his expression turned to hunger.

“i hope you don’t mind that i warmed her up a bit,” tonowari said softly before he nuzzled your neck.

jake shook his head and moved closer. “not if it means i get to walk into something like this.”

tonowari chuckled, but you knew it wasn’t at what he’d said. jake had no idea what he had just walked in to and didn’t seem to pick up on tonowari’s current mood.

your mate gently grabbed your chin and tilted it to kiss you, which you returned enthusiastically. his tongue mimicked the movement of his fingers and you squirmed, mewling into his mouth, putting on a show.

“does that feel good, sweet girl?” he asked softly, but you knew it was loud enough that jake could hear.

you nodded, biting your lip as you grabbed onto his thigh for support. his muscles were firm in your grasp and they flexed slightly under your touch.

“stay there,” he said sharply.

you hadn’t noticed that jake was moving closer and you glanced at him now to see him obey immediately. he was in front of you, barely an arm’s length away and his amber eyes pierced your blue ones.

tonowari trailed open mouthed kisses down your neck and you watched jake gulp as his eyes strayed down to where tonowari’s fingers were still buried in your heat.

“is she beautiful, jake?” he asked.

jake cleared his throat. “yes, she is.”

“you find her desirable?”

“yes.”

“do you want her?”

“more than anything.”

tonowari paused thoughtfully, trailing his other hand down your side. you close your eyes as he cupped your breast and gave your nipple a gentle pinch.

“come here and tell her how much you want her,” he said.

jake leaned down so you were face to face with him and you whimpered at the look of lust in his eyes. “princess, i want you—no, i need you. i need you like a man needs air. not a day goes by where i don’t want to bury myself in you and hear you scream my name from how good i make you feel.”

jake was speaking softly but his lips were so close that you could feel them brush against your own as he spoke. he rubbed your thighs with his hands and gently pushed them suggestively while he cocked his head with a cheeky smile.

tonowari gave him a long look, still buried in your neck before he moved his lips to your ears and asked. “how was that, sweet girl? are you convinced?”

jake’s eyes knitted in slight confusion at his words, an expression you found oddly cute. you shook your head in answer to tonowari’s question and the olo’eyktan kissed your temple in response.

“she’s not convinced,” he said now, looking at jake.

jake blinked, straightening up. “i’m sorry, not convinced of what exactly?”

tonowari breathed in and though you couldn’t see his face you knew his expression turned dark. “she caught you with another woman a few days ago by the tide pools. now while i know that the manner of arrangement isn’t exclusive, she did still feel as though she wasn’t enough for you.

“and now you come here and claim that you need her. you have to admit that it sounds a little disengenuous. i have half a mind to make you leave right now.”

“no!”

the outburst cut through tonowari’s words and you felt him tense under you as though he didn’t believe the audacity of him to interrupt the olo’eyktan while he spoke. he shot jake a look. “no?”

“i want her. i do. i really, really do.”

“kiss her. you’ll have to convince her yourself.”

he leaned down again and you tilted your head up to have your lips meet his as he crashed them into you. his hands grasped your hips as you wrapped yours around his neck.

you could feel the need and desperation as he bit your lip and traced your mouth with his tongue. the sensation made you shiver and you could feel yourself getting more wet around tonowari’s fingers.

your mate mouthed at your neck, sucking and biting at the places he knew made you scream while his fingers thrusted into you..

“need you,” jake said breathlessly. “need to taste you. need to taste how good tonowari’s making you feel.”

you nodded and jake lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of you. your cunt was still obscured by tonowari’s hand so he looked at the olo’eyktan for permission but your mate didn’t seem easily swayed.

“you want to taste her?”

“more than anything.”

tonowari took his fingers out of you and placed them in front of jake who without thinking started suckling them and moaning. the noises he made went straight to your clit and you whimpered. tonowari hushed you gently.

“how is it?” he asked jake.

“fuck it’s— i need to taste more of her,” he said.

“make her come on your tongue,” tonowari said softly. “but don’t touch yourself.”

“fuck, wari—”

“she should be your only focus. she deserves that much.”

jake relented and gave your slit a tentative lick. you gasped as you felt his tongue circle your clit gently and felt him smile softly.

you leaned back into tonowari who kissed you softly as you felt jake’s teasing tongue whisper across your lower lips. your head was cupped by tonowari as you felt his cock press against your back. it had been hard long before jake had come in, but he had paid it no mind.

jake’s tongue lapped at your clit and you moaned at the way he expertly worked you. he sucked your bud softly and squeezed your thigh at the sound you made, letting out a sinful groan as he fucked you with his tongue. your hands buried into his hair as you pulled him closer and he pushed his face deeper into you.

“jake,” you gasped and you felt tonowari lean into you more.

“how does my sweet girl taste?” tonowari asked.

“like everything i’ve ever needed,” jake responded earnestly before licking your clit again. “so fucking good, princess. fuck, please come on my tongue. let me taste more of you.”

“jake,” you whined as he kissed and flicked and fucked you with a skill that left you breathless. “oh, goddess.”

“give it to me, princess. makes me so happy when you do,” he pleaded softly. “come on.”

the pleasure broke through you like dam and you were shaking and shuddering against your olo’eyktan. jake worked you through your climax by flicking your clit between “that’s it,” and “taste so good.”

your hands were replaced by tonowari’s as he held jakes face firmly between your legs while jake continued his ministrations. he never let go and even though you were beginning to cry from overstimulation, he only pushed him harder.

“again. make her come again. make her scream.”

jake’s fingers entered you and you gasped as his tongue licked your bud in time with him thrusting them into you. it was all too much but not enough at the same time and you gripped tonowari’s arms with such force you worried it hurt him.

you panted as your legs moved of their own accord with no one to hold them down. they jerked and shook as you bit your lip.

“wari,” you whined. “s’too much.”

“you want to stop?”

you shook your head despite yourself and he chuckled. “come for me, sweet girl. come on jake’s tongue.”

the second climax tore into you and you screamed. it felt too good and too much. you could barely control your shuddering body as tonowari held on to you while jake licked at your clit with wild abandon.

“fuck, baby girl, fuck,” he said, groaning and getting up. “made me so hard coming like that. c’mere.”

he kissed you hungrily and you tasted yourself on him. despite having just had the orgasm of your life, you wanted to be filled again, by either of them. you didn’t care.

“do you want to fuck her?” tonowari asked.

“yes.”

“do you want to come inside her? to fill her with your seed? to breed her?”

“yes, fuck yes wari,” he said.

tonowari thought for a moment and then looked at you. “are you convinced, love?”

you saw the cheeky glint in his eye and smiled, understanding immediately. “no.”

he shrugged and looked at jake as though it were out of his hands. “she said no. maybe you need motivation?”

gently he lifted you and you made eye contact with jake as you were lowered onto tonowari’s long, thick cock. jake gulped as you felt every inch of the olo’eyktan rub against your walls.

your legs were still shaky so tonowari had to thrust up into you, but you more than welcomed the punishing pace he set. he fucked you relentlessly his cock filling you with each thrust while he bounced you on it.

“look how perfect she is for me,” he said to jake. “how she quivers and whimpers and moans.”

jake moved forward , cock painfully erect as he watched you get fucked by the him. you looked up at him, your hair a mess and expression completely fucked out. it made jake’s cock twitch.

tonowari came quickly with a shout, his seed coating your walls and spilling out when he pulled out. it dropped onto the floor and you knew more than anything jake wanted to taste it.

tonowari kissed your temple. “was too worked up, sorry,” he said softly and you shook your head. you’d already come twice and tonowari’s refractory period was second to none.

you looked at jake who seemed two seconds away from pouncing onto you and shivered as you widened your thighs.

“well?”

at the invitation jake looked at tonowari.

“go ahead then,” he said. “but you can’t cum unless she says so. until she’s satisfied. until she’s utterly convinced.”

with a nod jake filled you up with his weeping neglected cock and you gasped. unlike tonowari before him he was slow and deep, taking his time as his eyes slipped closed. his mouth opened and a long groan escaped it. “ohhhhhh, fuuuuck, princess.”

you felt tonowari smirk against you. “that good?”

“i could fuck this tight pussy for hours,” he said before grinding against your hips. the friction was delicious and your own mouth fell open from how good it felt.

“harder, jake,” you said softly.

he was more than willing to oblige as he snapped his hips forward. tonowari held on to you as your body melted into his torso. you tightened your walls around jake and he bit his lip as his pace stuttered. “fuck me princess, you’re gonna kill me.”

his pace picked up and your back arched. you were gasping and panting as jake grabbed your waist for leverage. his cock seemed to consume you and when he leaned down to kiss you again you were more than happy to oblige him as your tongues danced around each other.

he fucked you thoroughly and you could feel the familiar fluttering of your climax in your stomach. his cock reached you so deep it made you see stars and his swollen lips were driving you crazy.

“so close,” he said now. “fuck princess, let me cum. please baby girl. you feel so good. so, so good.”

“jake,” you said breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut. “eywa, fuck.”

“i fucking love your pussy. love how it wraps around my cock. love how tight and wet it is let me come inside you. please.”

“only mine,” you stuttered out. “this cock only is mine and wari’s jake.”

“yes—fuck, yes only yours,” he said. the rhythm of his pace was beginning to falter. “please baby girl. let me come. i need it. need you.”

he was blabbering now, tears were falling down his face from how good it felt. you grinded yourself against his thrusts for good measure and he tensed, but his hips never faltered. you were impressed.

“make me come jake,” you said now.

immediately his thumb went to your clit and you moaned. his lips caught yours again, swallowing the sound and you hooked your leg behind him to bring him closer.

“that’s it sweet girl,” tonowari said softly. “make him work for it.”

jake flicked your clit once more and you came for the third time that night. you shuddered on his cock as he kept up his pace and your walls fluttered around him.

he gasped as he frantically held off his climax, desperate to come but not to disappoint you. he was an absolute mess, in shambles, and you’d never known he could come undone like this.

“please, only yours, princess. i’m yours. fuck, fuck…”

“come jake.”

immediately he came, saying your name, thanking you, thanking tonowari as he fucked you through his climax. you felt his cum fill you up until he was fucking it out of you, his pace slowing down as the last of his seed left him.

you panted, jolts of pleasure shooting through you as wari rubbed your abused clit gently and he kissed your neck.

“fuck,” jake said softly. “fuck. didn’t peg you as the jealous type.”

you chuckled. “me neither.”

“if i’d known i wouldn’t have…” he paused and sighed. “truth is i couldn’t even get into it. you two have ruined me for anyone else.” he chuckled. “this was a weird way to make things exclusive though. if you’d asked i’d have said yes.”

“where would the fun be in that?” tonowari asked.

“you got me there.”

jake kissed you again, sweetly this time. you smiled against it and wrapped your arms around him. it was strange how different he could kiss you when he wasn’t fucking you with wild abandon.

“though when we do that again a little heads up would be nice,” he said after you separated.

you cocked your head. “when? so you enjoyed that?”

he nodded vigorously. “at the mercy of two incredibly attractive people? who wouldn’t be into that?”

you chuckled at his boyish grin but you were glad he was yours now just as you and tonowari were his.

#atwow #avatar the way of water #jake sully #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader #avatar jake sully #jake sully smut #atwow tonowari #tonowari #atwow smut #avatar smut #tonowari x reader #tonowari x you

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ellavatorz · 1 year

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What’s Mine is Mine || c.b. x reader

prompt/request: There was a lot of "cheating prank on my S.O" fics in which y/n uses sam to Pretend to prank colby but none were y/n and Kat do it together and I was hoping you could write something like that

tags: fake!cheating, fem!reader, jealousy

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Colby knew of your interest in women. He hadn’t the slightest concern when it came to your relationship with him, even after you confessed to being bisexual. In fact, it enticed him. You two had something in common; admiring and appreciating women.

When the time came for the two of you to start dating, not once had the topic of your previous crush on Katrina struck a nerve with him. That was until one night when you drunkly admitted to the shared kisses you and Kat had a few times before you’d started dating Colby.

He wasn’t disturbed. Rather, he was shocked. He hadn’t known he’d been sharing interest in you since before the two of you started dating. If he’d known of Kat’s previous interest in you, he would’ve been a competitive shit. In the end, however, it came down to you two. He ended up with you, and he couldn’t be happier.

Fast forward to today; you’re filming a video that you would’ve never expected to be so highly requested.

“Well, today we’re getting back at my boyfriend, Colby, for pranking me first! And today, I’m joined with a very special guest,” you announce with a smile.

You gesture off camera, beckoning your good friend and once-crush into the spotlight. Katrina steps into frame with a blinding grin.

“It’s me!” She laughs. “Hi guys.”

“It’s kind of a surprise to some but in case you didn’t know, I’m bi and used to have a crush on my pal here. Now, however, we’re just amazing friends and I have the pleasure to call Colby my boyfriend.” You explain. “But.. today is a little different!”

Meeting eyes with Katrina, you share a unison wink before continuing to unravel your plan. “Today I plan to fool my lovely boyfriend into thinking I’m cheating on him with Ms. Katrina here.”

Once the two of you have properly introduced the structure behind the video, you both move to set up the cameras. There’s a brief pause in between setting up that Katrina uses to question herself.

“Don’t you think he’ll be pissed?” She asks, curious.

“Hm,” you hum. “I think he’ll be more jealous than anything.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Having positioned the camera in a way that captures the two of you in bed and also the doorway to the bedroom, you begin your final clip with the viewers before the prank begins.

“Alright guys, Colby should be coming up here in a bit. He just got home and is supposedly bringing food for the both of us.. hopefully I don’t end up single by the end of this.”

As if on cue, you hear footsteps approaching the staircase and making their way up. Leaping into action, you curl yourself up against Kat’s side. She giggles one last time before moving to straddle your waist.

She hoists herself up on one arm, hovering over your frame as she leans down just in time for Colby to walk in and witness it.

It’s in that moment that you hear an impenetrable exhale followed by a curse. Flailing to the side, Katrina launches herself off of you and reaches for the duvet.

You stare at your boyfriend in what you attempt to show as bewilderment. His jaw is taut, lips pressed tight in a stern manner. If it weren’t for the video, you’d be on your knees in an instant.

His eyes darken and suddenly a wave of regret washes over you.

“What the actual fuck?” He rasps, voice chalked up into a broken whisper. He’s absolutely broken.

“Cole, I can explain—“ you begin. Only, he’s already made up his mind. Setting the bag of takeout onto his desk, he saunters over to the bed and rips the sheets off of the both of you.

With a muffled yelp, Katrina adds a flame into the mix by shielding herself with your form. Peeking over your shoulder, katrina can make out the deepened crease between Colby’s brows. He’s pissed.

“Get the fuck out of my bed, and the fuck out of our room.” He snaps, his gaze full of fury targeted at Katrina.

Slowly and sheepishly, Katrina moves off of the mattress and manages to escape without another word.

As for you, you’re fucking stunned. Once she’s gone, you ponder whether or not to come clean and end the video, or let it roll on.

With Colby’s next move, it seems like you’re going for the latter.

“So you’re fucking Kat in my fucking bed? What the fuck, Y/N.”

You still underneath his fiery gaze, opting to drop your gaze to the ground in surrender.

“I’m not fucking her. It was just a kiss.” You lie, a tear ripping through your chest as you up the ante.

“Just a kiss?” He laughs, breathy and empty. “Are you kidding me?”

“Cole,”

“Stop calling me that.” He hisses. He starts pacing in front of you, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Listen, I won’t let it happen again,” you start.

“Like fucking hell you won’t. Do you think I’d ever let her touch you again after today? She’s leaving tonight. I don’t give a shit where she goes but she’s not staying with us that’s for damn sure.” He growls. His mask begins to dissipate and his true self is exposed. Angrily, he strides over to the dresser, pulling out anything of his that fits you.

“Put this on.” He commands, tossing you a pair of his sweatpants and shirt. “Now.”

Hastily, you grab the clothes and move out of the camera’s view to change. You’re puzzled with his intention but fail to question it as he approaches you.

“Colby, what are you doing?” You murmur with uncertainty. You move into frame, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed. He follows.

“I love you. I really really love you.” His voice sends an impact through your heart, shattering everything within you as he reaches out to cup your face.

“Please don’t hurt me like this again, please.” He whimpers, finally allowing his walls to collapse. Falling to his knees, he cries against your chest, heavy and frail.

“Colby, oh my god. Baby, it’s a prank.” You hush his cries, pulling him close with one hand and you rush to shut off the camera with the other.

“What?” He manages to blubber out through sobs. “What are you saying?”

“It’s a prank. I’m not cheating on you, never have and never fucking will, my love. It’s just a joke. I swear!” You pout, holding him against you as Katrina saunters in bashfully.

“Colbs?” She calls. “I’m so sorry. It’s a prank!”

Standing shakily, Colby wipes his face and frowns. “Not funny. At all. I hate you both so much right now.”

“My baby,” you coo, moving to hug him once more and receiving a soft shove in return.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” He groans with furrowed brows.

“Promise.” You say, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his cheek. He reciprocated the gesture and turns to Katrina after.

“Sorry if I was a dick.” He apologizes, gaining a laugh out of the three of you.

“Fully understandable. No offense taken.” She laughs.

“She’s mine though, seriously.” He jokes. “Back off.”

“All yours.” Katrina smiles.

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beanghostprincess · 6 months

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Ohhhh dark princess beanghost deliverer of all that good good Sanuso, deliver upon us your forbidden and darkest knowledge of transfem!Usopp!Sanuso. Is she in lesbians with transfem Sanji? Are they T4T transfemxtransmasc? Did cis, Bi guy Sanji manage to find the only woman in the OP universe who finds him charming (and it just happens to be the first one that he truly and honestly actually falls in love so deeply with in a way none of his crushes ever even compared to because of course Usopp is beautiful and sexy but she’s also silly and KIND and smart and his best friend and he cannot shut up about her? ) Please please tell us what you think I want some more transfem Usopp in my life

You ask, I deliver and share my knowledge. Don't use this fantastic and dark, magical information for the evil.

Okay, so I absolutely love all of these ideas for Transfem!Usopp and Sanuso. My favorite probably is them being lesbians and dating because if you can make a ship sapphic, do it. Always. It's the best thing you can do to a ship. Turn them into women. Makes it 100% better. Probably saying this because I am a lesbian myself and I love sapphic couples. But yes.

So, I actually love the whole Cis guy Sanji falling for Transfem!Usopp, but I'm gonna mix both ideas because I am a genius and I just had a revelation.

Usopp comes out as a trans girl to the crew when they find each other at Sabaody after two years. Everyone accepts her, of course, and Nami couldn't be happier to have her in the girls' room now (they're so best friends I love them). Sanji, after his time at Momoiro Island, takes it well. As well as he can take it, of course, having in mind that he still doesn't understand the whole concept of being trans yet (he feels such fury and hatred towards it... Why would that be, I wonder). He still feels weird around it, but when it's Usopp the one to say she's a girl... It's different, now. Sanji starts to understand everything better.

It's not like Usopp changes that much, after that. Her hair is longer and she still keeps it messy or in a low ponytail. Her clothes are basically the same, but now with a bit more of femininity to them. Sanji doesn't know how to put it, but the way she moves and speaks and dresses now is a bit different, yet completely the same. Perhaps it's just him. Perhaps seeing her as a woman has changed him, even if Usopp hasn't changed much. Whatever- Sanji has everything under control (or so he says) because, even if Usopp is a girl, she's still his best friend. They're best friends. They established that two years ago and it still remains a true fact.

Usopp does get the gentleman treatment from Sanji, of course. She might be his best friend but she's still a girl (a very, very beautiful girl with a wonderful brain and looks and voice and-) and the cook can't hold back from literally throwing up hearts and bleeding everywhere whenever he sees her. The sniper (who may or may not have the hugest crush on Sanji) appreciates this gesture, thinking at first that it's just Sanji's way of telling her that she accepts her. She thinks that he's faking all of this. At first, of course. Because then it becomes genuine and constant and she kind of understands how Nami feels, because damn the guy is annoying most of the time. But also, well- Usopp loves being loved by him, even if it's in the same way for every other girl he meets.

The things is... Sanji doesn't feel like he's the same with other girls. He acts like that with them because that's how a man should treat a woman (worshipping her completely), but he does all of this for Usopp because, well, that's his best friend. His sniper. And the way she makes him feel is something he has never actually experienced before. Sanji realizes, then, while their relationship keeps growing (holding hands, stargazing together, hidden smiles, obvious blushes, nervous laughter, all their moments alone...) that it's not only the fact that he's probably in love with Usopp (wow, surprising, right?) but... He kind of wants to be like her?

Sanji puts the thought aside, though. Love is more important. Love. Whatever he feels for Usopp. He has never, ever experienced this before, unlike what most people might think. And it's driving him crazy. Because what is he supposed to do when the love he feels is too much to not show it and too scary to make Usopp know? So burying his feelings deep down with the hope they'll disappear soon is the answer to everything! (Don't do this, Sanji is just stupid).

But of course, the feelings don't go away. He just falls even more and more and more for her. From the way she laughs to the way she talks excitedly about her new creations. And she's the same Usopp he used to know, just a bit different and, well, happier. More confident. Way sexier now that she acts more freely. Sanji can't handle this. Especially when it comes hand in hand with the poisonous sensation that he tries hard to keep at bay. The envy. The longing. The wanting to be free, like that. Sanji dreams a lot about the dress he used to wear back at Momoiro. It felt good on his skin. Something felt good on his skin for once.

Whatever. It doesn't have to mean antyhing. He's just in love with Usopp, that can accept it. And wanting to be like the girls he constantly cherishes isn't that weird. He had his moment in Punk Hazard with Nami's body, right? It isn't- It isn't weird.

Then Whole Cake Island happens, and everything starts crumbling down around him. First of all because he's gonna end up getting married to a girl he doesn't even know, leaving the real love of his life behind. And second, because he's starting to realize some stuff he didn't want to admit before- But being so close to men. To the men who hurt him. Thinking so much about the way he loved his mom... How much Reiju says he looks like her and how little bothered he is by that, in fact wanting to look more and more like her. Long hair. Long eyelashes. Beautiful, beautiful woman.

He thinks about Usopp a lot, there, when he feels trapped. About her smile and her eyes and her voice and her outfits that are not feminine at all and yet still feel meant to be worn by a woman. He thinks about the way he loves her, so deeply and unconditionally and both physically and emotionally. He thinks about wanting to share that experience of freedom with her, and thinks that- Well. Sometimes- Sometimes he thinks about dresses. And make up. And how being called a princess would still hurt but would hurt only because of the meaning behind of the word and not because of the word itself. And Reiju tells him about it. About their mom and that the way he acts isn't because of being weak, but human. And then she mentions that well, of course she has empathy, she's a girl. And Sanji wonders if it's, maybe and just maybe, the same for him.

Her.

Yeah. That feels good enough.

She realizes suddenly, everything she had been bottling up, making her heart explode into a million pieces. Then the pieces are all put together by Luffy, who's the first to know. Sanji tells him about wanting- About maybe being a woman. Luffy only smiles and says that he likes the way Sanji smiles when she pronounces the word. That those are great news, even, because Sanji would never hurt a woman, and all of this (running away and forcing Luffy to leave her alone) is hurting her. So she has to come back to the crew for a woman to be happy. It doesn't make any sense, but Sanji cries anyway.

So, stuff happens. Sanji has a lot of time to think. And then they get to Wano. It's not the best time to come out, honestly, but she has to do it or else they will probably end up burnt to death by a big ass dragon before she can actually be herself fully. She doesn't have the guts to tell Usopp privately, even if she wants her to be at least the second one to know, so she tells the whole crew (and Torao, for some reason, because he's always there). She doesn't stop looking at Usopp's eyes, though. For something like... Acceptance? Support? Understanding? Love? Sanji isn't sure, but it makes talking about this easier.

Once again, everyone accepts it, of course. Zoro makes a joke about her just wanting to be in the girls room, and she doesn't even have to kick her because Robin is the one to smack him in the head without her extra arm being noticed right away. It's not a huge change because they can't do much now, but Kinemon gives her a proper kimono for her. She feels... So pretty.

Usopp tells her she looks pretty, so happy and joyful and proud of Sanji it makes the cook melt under her gaze. She notices a bit of blush, too, on her best friend's face, so she takes her to a private place to talk things out. To actually talk things out.

Sanji confesses that her new self is basically thanks to Usopp, and so she thanks her with a shy smile and a laugh. And Usopp hugs her. Tight. It almost makes them both cry. And Sanji doesn't really know why it happens or how it happens or- Or even when, but Usopp kisses her. And she moves away as quickly as she leaned in, starting to mutter anxious words under her breath and apologizing for using this moment to confess, but she just couldn't go into such dangerous adventure without making Sanji know first.

The weight on Sanji's shoulders disappears, and the urge to kiss Usopp back becomes stronger than anything else.

Long story short, because it's nighttime and I work tomorrow morning: Sanji and Usopp move to the girls' room, which means work for Franky to make it wider. Sanji is more femme fatale while Usopp goes more for a nerdy, messy vibe. And they start dating, of course, and become the most annoying sapphic couple in this ship. Also, Sanji grows her hair long for her mom and Usopp loves to help her taking care of it. If they call Ivankov or not for a lil bit of help with her bodies, that's up to you, but I like the thought of Sanji wanting to change her whole body (except her killer thighs grrr) and Usopp like, wanting boobs but not too big and also still keeping the lower parts bc, and I quote: "Why would you want something that's harder to pee with?" and even Nami would agree.

They're the cheesiest and clingiest most beautiful couple ever. Live laugh love transfem Sanuso.

#i'm eepy as you can notice by the fact that i didn't write any dialogue here #maybe tomorrow tho because i am OBSESSED with them #god i love them #sapphic lesbians transfem girlfriends sanuso my beloveds #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem sanji #transfem usopp #transfem sanuso #fem sanuso

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 months

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📂 + freedom force as a team

Absolute disaster. I would so love to see an Archer style comic about their missions. None of them are the "voice of reason" on the team, even though Mystique, Crimson Commando and occasionally Pyro all think that they are.

Pyro believes he is Mystique's second-in-command. He is not. He never is. It is either Destiny or Crimson Commando.

During Spiral's brief time with the team, the boys (meaning Avalanche, Blob and Pyro) all liked to drunkenly brag about how they could "take her." (In a fight....not the other way.) Fortunately for them, they are all too smart and/or cowardly to actually try. None of them hit on her, she is too creepy.

The old man trio of Crimson Commando, Stonewall and Super Sabre never fully meshed with the team, and although there was some bonding and camaraderie, there were definitely two distinct cliques of Old Man Trio and Brotherhood Guys Trio.

Blob loved how Pyro and Avalanche were united with him in being disdainful of "the new guys," because previously it had been Avalanche and Pyro generally united against him, and now they were a trio against these new outsiders.

Despite nastiness and snark, Pyro was generally the friendliest and most outgoing team member. I say this not just because he's my favorite, but because we actually see him palling around and forming friendships with different people - Avalanche, Mystique, Blob, Stonewall. He's the only Brotherhood guy who we see being friendly to Stonewall, and showing regret over his death.

Avalanche is not friendly, but he is usually not openly nasty either. He has moments of temper (like fights between him and Blob), but he generally just wants to do his job and be left alone. He gradually forms friendships and is very loyal to those he cares about, but it takes time.

The Old Man trio think of themselves as "good guys," but in many ways are just as vicious and nasty as the Brotherhood Guy Trio. They literally hunted criminals for sport, including Storm, who was picked up just for "looking" like a criminal. They are also often more competent than the Brotherhood guys on missions, as actual WWII veterans with combat experience.

Pyro is the one who wound up telling Crimson Commando and Super Sabre about Stonewall's death. Mystique was (understandably) distraught over Destiny and couldn't be bothered.

Mystique and Destiny slip away for date nights, which Mystique excuses as "special mission briefings" or occasionally "needing to get away from you morons for a few hours."

Speaking of Destiny, the Brotherhood guys are all actually considerate and protective of her, in their own ways.

Blob organizes movie nights for everyone. Sometimes they actually manage to choose and watch a movie without the evening turning violent.

Pyro and Avalanche have this unspoken thing where they will wind up sleeping together if neither of them has any luck picking up women at a bar. Pyro will find excuses to turn women down just to spend the night with Avalanche, and unbeknownst to him, Avalanche sometimes does as well. I honestly imagine them both being somewhat secretive and closeted because Freedom Force happened in the 80's in Marvel's original timeline, it wasn't a good time to be gay, especially working for the government. Of course, Mystique and Destiny know, Blob probably has figured it out, the Old Man Trio may or may not know. Pyro likes to flirt with women just for the attention and to puff up his ego, Avalanche is actually bi.

@shofarsogood also had the headcanon that Mystique set up Pyro and Avalanche with each other because neither of them was going to make the first move, and I love that idea.

Once, at Avalanche's suggestion, he and Pyro hired a sex worker for a threesome, then wound up ignoring her the entire time and just banging each other. The sex worker didn't mind, she just watched TV and got paid anyway.

When the group goes out to a bar, Mystique makes the Old Man Trio and Brotherhood Guy Trio responsible for the behavior of the other group. Left to their own devices, both groups will wind up egging each other on to do really stupid shit. If they have to babysit the other group, they will keep an eye on each other, and send someone over to act as the "fun police" (usually Commando or Avalanche) whenever one trio is heading into dangerous territory. Pay gets docked for property damage or bar fights.

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marley-manson · 1 year

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bi conversation and army style

Thank you!

I answered bi conversation here so let's go with army style. cut because I went with a fairly long excerpt

It's a medium length fic and I'm starting to approach the end at a little over 20k (pending some heavy scene rewrites -_-). Hawkeye investigated for gay crimes, basically - Flagg makes a petty complaint after Rally Round the Flagg and an investigator connects it to more evidence, and Hawkeye ends up in a psych ward for a few days being interviewed. Decided to write it after reading Coming Out Under Fire lol. The title is taken from a gay slang term that is not particularly relevant literally but felt suitably bitter and edgy - basically when a repressed soldier lets a guy suck his dick and then beats him up.

“Ready, Captain?” the menace asked as soon as he was inside.

Before Hawkeye could ask if it made a difference, Potter spoke. “Now, wait just a minute,” he said. “Sit down, Pierce.” That was an order he had no problem obeying today. “This man is my best surgeon and I’m not parting with him without a damn good reason. Pierce tells me you’re dragging him all the way to Seoul just to ask more questions. Now I have a right to know why you think that’s necessary, and when you’re going to be returning him once this wild goose chase comes to an end.”

“Colonel Potter,” he said, and now his voice was warm and reassuring, with none of the clinical monotone he’d used earlier. What a professional. “I can assure you that it is in this country’s best interests to investigate all claims of sexual psychopathy as thoroughly as possible. I’m sure you understand the security risk posed by these individuals.” His eyes flicked to Hawkeye pointedly on that last part.

“And I’m sure you understand the risk posed by taking my chief surgeon off the front lines with hardly any evidence, let alone proof, that it’s necessary. Those wounded start piling up, we might as well be down two men without him.” As flattering as the hyperbole was, he was starting to feel like a stick caught between two pitbulls.

“You’ll have to take that up with H.Q., I’m afraid. I’m just doing my own job as best as I can.”

“Believe me, I will. So you’d better be absolutely certain this is necessary.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any doubt about that.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” Hawkeye winced as BJ leapt into the fray. As much as he appreciated BJ’s urge to defend him, the sheer hostility in his tone made him wonder what BJ would think if he knew he was defending a lie.

“It means, of course, that our conversation has lead me to believe that Captain Pierce is undoubtedly a deviant, and I have every confidence that a psychiatric evaluation will confirm this.”

“If you’re that certain, I want a receipt,” Potter said, cutting BJ’s retort off as soon as he’d opened his mouth.

Never mind a stick, he was a shoe. “A receipt?” he asked incredulously.

“Can it, Pierce.” Potter turned back to Schafer. “I want written proof of where he is, and a signed guarantee that he’ll either be charged with something or released back to the four-oh-seven-seven within three days. That should give your boys enough time to interview him and make up their minds, and that way I’ll know whether I’ll need to requisition a new surgeon for the next lunchtime rush.”

Schafer sighed, like music to Hawkeye’s ears, and opened his briefcase.

“Of course it’s not in my power to guarantee a time frame,” he said, uncapping his pen, “but I can guarantee a status report.” He scribbled something down as Hawkeye’s brief bubble of hope deflated. “I’d recommend filling his position immediately; he can always be reassigned elsewhere if we determine there’s no cause for discharge.”

“Absolutely not,” said Potter firmly. Hawkeye would’ve kissed him and offered to fill in as the office carpet since he wanted to treat him like requisitioned furniture so badly, but that wouldn’t help his case.

“Suit yourself,” said Schafer. He signed his name and handed the note to Potter, who read it over.

“Fine,” he said, and that was the end of it.

#i got a few asks for that bi conversation so i guess the title is more intriguing than the actual content lol #ask meme #marley on mash #text post

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writingforevren · 1 year

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Stranger Things - Skull Rock - Steddie Fanfic

Read the full thing as it comes out on Ao3

Yep I started an Ao3 account, here’s a little excerpt of the current Fic I’m writing. Robin and Steve bantering about Steve’s failed love life.

“So what about that girl you went out with last week?” Robin Buckley leaned over the front counter of the Family Video she worked with Steve at, her bob of hair bouncing as she handed him a box of unsorted tapes

“Will you stop asking me about my love life for once in your goddamn life? Just because you’re happily ‘in love’ or some shit doesn’t mean you have to shame me for getting unlucky once in a while.” Steve Harrington retaliated, he was getting REALLY sick of Robin constantly asking questions about girls, or making comments. He was at the point where he wasn’t sure if it was just robin being her eccentric self or if she genuinely was making fun of his love life, which absolutely sucked considering he was so used to girls in high school being all over him. He haphazardly restocked the shelves, not really paying attention to what he put where, it was a wonder he wasn’t fired yet but maybe his charm really did work… Just not in the way he’d hoped.

“Vickie and I aren’t ‘in love’ okay? we’re just- I dunno” He watched as Robin smiled and stumbled over her words. Yes. Yes, he was happy for her but seeing her happily in love with some girl just made him regret what happened with Nancy even more. He had been so close yet she still chose Jonathan after everything.

“Uh huh yeah sure and I’m not best friends with a freshman.” The way he said it made it sound like Dustin was just another fourteen year old which he definitely wasn’t, in fact he was one of the most genius people Steve knew.

“Okay seriously though Steve what happened with her?” Nancy, god what did happen with them? it seemed like he won her back over so what happened? “What was her name? Betsy? no uhm I’ll get it give me a second” She walked over and tidied the shelves that Steve had just stocked “Bee- Be- Bi- Be- Bella?” She guessed

“I think it was Becky-” To be completely honest he didn’t fully make an effort to remember the names of the girls he asked out, and yes it was shallow but usually if they had a pretty face and cute smile he’d take a chance. He wasn’t desperate though, definitely not. “and no it didn’t go well, I mean-” He shook his head trying to remember exactly what happened, he hated to admit it but he still couldn’t get over the Nancy thing. “I mean it- it went fine but then she invited me over and turned out she lives at her grandma’s house. I mean for fucks sakes t-the place smelled like perfume mixed with- with like mold and dead cats.” He realized he tended to speak faster when he spoke about something he really didn’t want to remember, he could almost picture the smell.

“So it wasn’t the girl? it was just her temporary living situation? God Steve it seems like you’re making every excuse not to be happy. I-I mean I know unhappy okay? you know that. And you- you are a prime example of loneliness Steve. A PRIME EXAMPLE.” Robin slammed down a movie for emphasis.

“Okay! what are you trying to do?” Steve founding himself raising his voice a little bit before he realized a couple of middle schoolers staring at them from the cross the store. He waited a moment as the middle schoolers left the store, before taking a deep breath and repeating himself “what are you trying to do?”

“Look. Look at how happy they are!” Robin gestured to the cover of a new rom-com with a guy and a girl hugging on the cover

“You do realize that’s a movie about a guy who pays a girl to be his girlfriend right?” Steve pulled the movie out of Robin’s hand and placed it back on the shelf.

“You know I don’t watch romance, my point is that you’re-”

“For god sakes Robin! I am not lone-” The bell rang signaling the door opening and as Steve looked up he saw none other than the dead man walking, Eddie Munson. “-ly…” He finished more quietly. He was at least thankful that the rest of the store was empty.

Short & Sweet, Of course there’s more though actually like 15,000 words in my doc in the last week which is more than I’ve written original works in the last year.

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #fanfiction #steddie #stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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I would just like to share that this is also my routine and seeing it written down is HILARIOUS

Encore!

Ships: Yuu Nishinoya x Gn!Performer!Reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: (Y/N) has always been at Karasuno’s volleyball matches, no matter where or when they are. When the captains decide that it’s the boys’ turn to support (Y/N), Nishinoya finds himself infatuated as he’s introduced to the world of performing arts,

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Songs used: Master of the House from “Les Miserables” and Santa Fe from “Newsies”

After an agonizingly long deuce, Karasuno was at match point with the team they were playing. It was a difficult situation, since Nishinoya and Hinata just swapped places. They had no libero, and Hinata was in the back row.

“Give us a good one, Kageyama!” Daichi chimed as he prepped himself for the receive.

Kageyama spun the ball in his hands, grazing it with his fingertips. He exhaled as he threw it upward, subsequently slamming it to the floor.

It whizzed past all of their opponents and hit the floor

A service ace!

“Yes!” (Y/N) cried out quite loudly as the final whistle blew, indicating the boys’ win.

Saeko shot them a stern look.

“Oh! Right. Thanks.” They said bashfully, subduing their voice.

The Karasuno cheer squad hurried to the doors to wait for their favorite boys. When they came out, panting with gentle smiles, (Y/N) rushed to hug Nishinoya.

“You guys were amazing out there!” They cooed in a very gentle tone.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” Daichi beamed, “Except why are you being so quiet?”

“Ah. Vocal rest, I have a big showcase tomorrow.” They chimed in response.

“Wait really? Why didn’t you tell us?” Suga interjected, “We’ll totally be there for you!”

Their eyes lit up and their cheeks warmed up, “Oh! Uh a-alright!” Truthfully, none of the boys had ever heard them sing before, so they couldn’t help but feel nervous, “The details are on the cork-board in the library.”

And with that, the team and their cheerleaders made their way to dinner.

—

When the next morning came, (Y/N) did their usual ritualistic actions: A glass of hot throat-coat tea, ixnay on the dairy for the past week, no chocolate, coffee, peanut butter, or heavy foods. They took a warm shower and gently hummed in heir lower range. While the water warmed up, they put their two songs they were singing on and lip-synced as they practiced their emotions.

The day passed without issue, with (Y/N) absolutely silent in all of their classes. When in the bathroom, they would scrunch their eyebrows up and down, just so they wouldn’t hurt later.

—

“Ten minutes till curtain!” (Y/N)’s director yelled through the split in the large velvety curtain.

(Y/N) felt giddy, they couldn’t help but smile widely at the thought of their favorite boys coming to support them.

“Say, Aikho.” They said in their normal speaking voice, “When you finish my makeup will you do me a solid?”

“Ughhhh. What?” Their friend replied with a purse of their lips, sticking their tongue out as they focused on blending the contour.

“Can you peek through and tell me if you see my boys?”

“Oh? You’re expecting a special someone?” Aikho teased as she blew excess eye shadow off of the prickly brush.

“I-Aikho!” They hissed as they averted their gaze, “Don’t tease me!”

“Is it Nishinoya?”

“Aikho!”

“Sorry sorry.” She giggled as she shook her head. “I’ll be right back.”

Aikho stood to her feet and peeked through the split in the curtain. As promised, all of the boys were in the audience, talking excitedly to one another as they scanned through the program. When Daichi caught Aikho’s eye, he waved, along with the rest of the boys.

“Your favorite people are here (Y/N)!” She called loudly, getting both their attention and the team’s.

“Curtain’s rising! Places people!” The director called as the house lights dimmed.

—

After Aikho absolutely crushed her cover of Good Morning Baltimore, it was time for the group number. The whole cast took to the stage, as (Y/N) and Aikho turned their mics on.

When the curtain opened, (Y/N) saw all of the boys smiling at them, yes even Tsukishima.

“My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes.” (Y/N) sang in a faux drunken tone.

Nishinoya found himself glued to the scene before him. He knew nothing of or about theatre, and yet (Y/N) had him yearning to discover so much more.

“Welcome monsieur! Sit yourself down and meet the best innkeeper in town!” They cooed as they interacted with one of their cast mates.

The song was going swimmingly, just as it was in rehearsal.

(Y/N) stepped toward the bonnet of the stage to break the fourth wall, “food beyond compare! Food beyond belief! Mix it in a mixer and pretend it’s beef.” They pinched their nose to show their disgust, ushering a laugh from the audience.

—

“Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house!”

The audience clapped loudly, especially the boys. The lights came up and it was time for a 15 minute intermission.

“I’ll be right back guys.” Noya announced to his team, making his way to the foot of the stage.

“Hey Nishinoya!” Aikho chimed, “Let me run and go get (Y/N). They’re very happy that you’re here.” She finished with a wink, disappearing through the curtain.

Aikho found (Y/N) internally panicking. They had the show stopping number at the very end of the showcase, and we’re having huge doubts in themself.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Calm down boo! You’re going to nail this.”

“Aikho I just- what if my voice cracks, or even worse, breaks? What if I forget the song lines? God what if I mess up the final note? I mean shit that’s the most important one!”

“(Y/N) come with me.” Aikho replies patiently, grabbing the anxious performer’s wrist.

When the two performers appeared through the split In the curtain, the boys began to cheer for them very loudly.

“(Y/N)!” Nishinoya cooed, “You’re amazing! Your voice is so good and like you’re SO good at making faces.”

“Face acting.” Aikho corrected for him.

“YEAH! Face acting, you’re amazing at that.” he nodded with a proud grin.

“Heh. Thanks Noya.” They replied sheepishly, fanning their watery eyes.

Nishinoya’s face dropped, “What’s going on?”

“I have a huge song at the end of the show. I’m just so scared I’m going to mess it up.”

“Well, telling you not to worry here is like telling me not to worry before a match. You know what to do. You’ve practiced endlessly I'm sure, and they wouldn’t have picked you for this song if they didn’t think you could do it.” the libero replied happily.

“I know that but I just know I’m going to crack up on the stage. I’ll be so nervous that I’m going to choke during the beginning, and all I have to do is talk there. I’m gonna croak, Yuu!” (Y/N) pinched the bridge of their nose in annoyance, “Why did I ever agree to th-”

“Hey.” Noya grabbed both of their hands and wore a patient smile, ”You can always just stare me down whenever you need to, I’ll smile super big back at you. You’ve got this, yeah?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh softly as they felt their ears warm up, “Thank you Noya, I’ll be sure to do that.”

—

The curtain split as a harsh spotlight shone on (Y/N), who was now wearing a Newsie cap and suspenders with their outfit. As the track began to play, they closed their eyes and sighed heavily.

“Folks we finally got a headline! Newsies crushed as bulls attack.” They choked out. They continued to suffer through the speaking portion of the song as their mind raced.

Shit.

C’mon (Y/N) calm down.

This is your moment you have to-

A sudden flash distracted their inner monologue.

When they turned their head, they were met with Nishinoya holding up his phone. He turned it off and pointed to himself. “Eyes on me.” He mouthed.

(Y/N) nodded and gazed into his amber eyes.

“Let me go, far away. Somewhere they won’t ever find me and tomorrow won’t remind me of today.”

—

“Santa Fe, my old friend! I can’t spend my whole life dreaming, though I know it’s all I seem inclined to do!”

A large chunk of the boys found themselves fighting back their tears as (Y/N) made their way to the apex of the song. Their practice of their emotional piece of the song indefinitely helped, for the boys felt a strong connection with them.

(Y/N) was yet to break Nishinoya’s gaze, regardless of their position on the stage. As they jumped and paced and ran, their eyes were locked onto the libero’s own.

“I’ve got nothin’ if I ain’t got...”

With a gentle exhale and a sharp inhale, (Y/N) prepped for the final moments of the song.

“Santa... Fe!”

As they sang the last note, they slowly pulled their cap to their chest. The note rang through the auditorium, bouncing across the rafters and filling the audience’s ears.

“BRAVO!” Nishinoya cried, instigating the booming applause. The audience jumped to their feet and cried out in praise.

They did it.

Thank goodness.

And it was all because of Nishinoya.

—

“(Y/N)!!!” Noya yelled as he saw the performer exit through the curtain.

When (Y/N) approached where the boys were seated, they were met by a teary-eyed Nishinoya handing them a large bouquet of (Favorite Flower)s.

“Ryu says it’s etiquette to give a actor flowers after they perform. And I remembered you said that (f/f)s were your favorite so...”

“They’re amazing! Thank you Noya.” They pulled the libero into a tight hug, “But why are you all crying?”

“Wait you seriously don’t know?” Suga replied wiping his eye, “Your performance was just... so full of passion. You absolutely nailed it.”

“Ah thanks guys!” They cooed as they averted their gaze in embarrassment.

As (Y/N) chatted with the boys, they failed to notice Aikho coming behind them.

“(Y/N)!”

“GAH!” They yelped as they lost their footing, subsequently falling forward and nearly hitting the floor.

“Woah! Careful there!” Noya said as he quickly caught them in his arms.

“Ooooou~ (Y/N) has a booooooyfrieeeend!” Aikho teased, making an obnoxious kissy face motion. The boys laughed as the two looked at each other with wide eyes, stuttering protests at the girl.

“Y-you’re insufferable.” (Y/N) replied, pinching the bridge of their nose.

“And you’re still in Nishinoya’s arms.” Aikho replied with a wink, causing the two’s faces to burn, “Anyways, the cast is going to dinner and we wanted to know if the team wanted to come with us.”

“Yahoooo! Food!” Hinata chimed, “Can we captain?”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t kill us to miss one practice.” Daichi replied with a patient smile.

The rest of the team cheered.

“Besides. It seems a few of us have some chatting to do.” He completed his statement with a wink toward the libero.

“Hah! Nice, Daichi.” Aikho said with a high five to the captain, “C’mon (Y/N), Kaido is going to get you out of that make-up before you get itchy.”

“Sure.” They made a move to leave, but were inhibited as they remembered where they were.

“Hey uh, you gotta let ‘em go, Noya.” Tanaka said with a chuckle.

The two split apart with embarrassed laughter, (Y/N) following Aikho back to the dressing rooms. As they began to walk toward the stage, the two performers overheard Tanaka’s voice.

“Dude everyone knows you like each other except you two! Please just ask them out already!”

(Y/N) and Aikho stared at each other with wide eyes before quietly squealing like a bunch of schoolgirls.

“Go ahead and find Kaido, he’s waiting by the costume closet.” Aikho commanded, “I’ll be right back there, I just gotta tell Daichi where we’re going.”

As (Y/N) disappeared backstage, Aikho bounded up to Daichi, “Hey, Daichi.”

The captain turned to face her, “Huh? Oh hey Aikho, what’s up?”

The scheming girl held her pinkie out, “I wanna make a bet.” she grinned evilly, “(Y/N) and Noya will be dating by the end of the night.”

“Deal.” the captain interlocked their pinkies with a matching evil grin, “If you win, I’ll buy us both tickets to see Hamilton. If I win, you let me take you out to dinner.”

“Haha you’re smooth, cap. Seems like you and I go out on a date regardless.” Aikho gave a playful wink to Daichi.

“What can I say?” Daichi shot a look to Nishinoya, meeting his gaze, “Love is in the air after all.”

—————✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞—————

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pradaksj · 3 years

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the swimming lessons

↳do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

❧ pairing⟶ jungkook/reader

❧ genre⟶ swimminginstructor!jungkook , fluff, a bit of comedy? head canon/bullet points

❧ rating⟶ e for everyone??? none??? idk how ratings work lol i just know that m = the dirty, which this story has none of

❧ word count ⟶ 5,000

❧ summary ⟶ accidental swimming lessons with jungkook were definitely worth the money

❧ a/n ⟶ i literally dreamt something similar to this in like january and told myself i'd write about it when i had the time so hear i am :)) this goes out to all my folks who can’t swim !! i'm on the same boat with you , get it? cause we can’t swim ... ok anyways ... enjoy ! (note: i have not proofread this yet so sorry for any mistakes!! ill get to it soon !! )

“hello, welcome to lucky duck swim school, how can i help you?” the receptionist, who was loudly chewing her gum, sounded more like an automated voice message than a person...

see today was your first official swimming lesson

yay!!

how fun!! ...

://

totally not embarrassing for someone your age !!!

honestly, it wasn't your fault you didn’t have any family members or friends with a big pool you could learn in growing up

and by the time you did, you were too much of in an awkward phase to be properly taught

aka your body absolutely refusing to float on its own anymore

but after several trips to the beach with friends and attending different pool parties, you were tired of being made fun of !!

no longer would you remain at 5 feet and under !!! not on your watch !

and so here you were, ready to start your journey into the world of swimming :))

“hi i um have a swimming lesson at 3 with um ... i believer her name was um—”

hmmm what was her name ??? jennie??? no, maybe it was aaliyah ??? no that wasn’t it....

the receptionist taps on her keyboard buttons, her long nails making a noise

pop, her bubblegum goes

“jungkook”

“yeah jungkook” you mindlessly say.

wait

WAIIITT

jungkook????

ummmmm

that was not the game given to you by the last receptionist

jungkook is a boy’s name !!!

you didn’t want a boy instructor !!!

not with the way you were looking

“i um—i had asked for a girl instructor—” you awkwardly mention

she rolls her eyes

um RUDE

she continues clacking with her keyboard, looking for god knows what

she sighs

“there’s no slots with female instructors available for today, nor for the rest of the month, the earliest i can probably squeeze you in by is july.” she bluntly states.

JULY???

july was when you needed to already know how to swim !!

that’s the peak of summer !

there was no point in knowing during winter or any other season besides summer for that matter

and you were not going to get made of by your friends this year

no no NO

“soo do i reschedule you or.....”

you sigh

“no ill take it” you pout, resembling a child.

“it it makes you feel any better, jungkook’s our best instructor, most popular too”

wink

oh yeah that makes you feel so much better

>:(

you were going to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of the so called “best instructor”

“well go get yourself washed up, get into the pool, and jungkook will be with you shortly” she smiles, her attitude now changing now that (what looked to be a supervisor) was passing by.

what a bi—

flip flop. flip flop. flip flop.

your sandles press onto the water on the floor of the girls locker room, a grouchy look now on your face

this wasn't fair

you made an appointment with a female instructor!!

you didn’t care if he was the best instructor or the most popular ...

squeeaaakkk , you twist the rusty shower handle

...because now you were you were going to be judged for your lack of skills

not that you had any to begin with, but still!

god, you sounded like such a karen ...

it’s just ...

a guy instructor ???

really???

you understood that this wasn’t elementary school anymore and boys certainly didn’t have cooties anymore but like ://

no no, you had to give this jungkook guy the benefit of the doubt

if he was one of the best, it was clearly because he was professional and good at what he does

putting your worries to rest, you turn off the shower

this was going to be fine

just fine

clearly your worries were not put to rest

just a temporary halt

pat. pat. pat.

okay let’s get it !

making your way out to the pool, you dip your foot in

ooooo

cold

VERY cold indeed

1 ...2...

you dip your whole leg in, quickly using the momentum to place your whole body in

“5 feet and below ... you’re my bitch !!” you think to yourself

your hand still clearly gripping onto the ledge, still afraid of accidentally reaching 6ft

.... now to wait

“megan seems to have fractured her leg last weekend on a rollerskating day gone bad, so you’ll be taking up her appointments for the next month of two until she’s cleared for work”

huh ???

“but—”

“also she, well now you i guess, have a lesson to teach at..”

jungkook’s supervisor looks down at his watch

“oh i guess in 30 minutes, could’ve sworn it was at 4..” he mumbles that last part to himself

30 minutes?!

“don’t worry i’ll up your pay for the remaining time that she gets better”

he winks ;) making a clicking noise with his mouth before leaving the staff room

jungkook sighs

today was supposed to be an easy day :/

a simple cleaning of the pool along with a couple of measly hours of being the lifeguard and that would’ve been it but noooo

he just had to be the highest rated swimming instructor on the company website

he couldn’t complain though, sometimes it was fun reading the reviews past students left, even if sometimes they were a little too...

whats the word...

provocative?

it often made him wonder if he was in fact an actual good swimming instructor or if the high highly rated reviews were for other reasons....

honestly it’d be dumb of him not to acknowledge the amount of googly eyes he’d get ranging from the mother’s of his younger students to his actual adult students (female and male)

he just liked to think that didn’t come into play when they wrote their reviews

hehe

changing into his black fitted rash guard, he glanced at megan’s schedule

name : y/n

age: 23 grown

swimming level: beginner aka noob.

he chuckles to himself

well won’t this be fun

he couldn’t lie beginner adult swimmers were always a spectacle to watch

they almost reminded him of baby ducks learning how to swim

only that they’d verbally curse their frustrations here and there

quickly showering, he begins to make his way to the pool

hmm, he wonders..

what should he eat after today’s lesson?

a bacon cheese burger sounded really good

maybe even grab himself some birria tacos from that new restaurant that just opened near his apartment

hmm no he had to start spending less on takeout

sigh

looks like it’d be rame—

woah

as corny as it sounded, he could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat

because whoever it was in that pool was pretty, like really pretty

hOly ?????

wowzers

you couldn’t be y/n ... could you?!?!?!

you were the only person who looked 23 years of age in the pool ...

ermmmmmm

mayday mayday

jungkook.exe has STOPPED WORKING

whoever this jungkook person was, sure was taking their time

deciding to have some fun before your lesson, you begin to gently play with the water

swish. swoosh , the water goes

soon you’d be well on your way to becoming the next michael phelps

hehe

maybe with time you’d even be able to a somersault in the water like your friend always—

“y/n?” a voice from behind says your name

ah finally

taking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the so called “best swimming instructor”

OH.

MY .

GOD.

WHAT ??????

this man looked like he came straight out of GQ magazine !!!!

this HAD to be some mistake , there was just no way ...

your cheeks feel as if they were burning up

probably because they quite literally were

there was no way you’d be able to come here every saturday for the next month, not without fawning for this dude every single minute

“u-um”

of course you were a stuttering mess

of FuCkiNg course

“that’s me”

cue the awkward smile

“be professional” jungkook tells himself

at the end of the day, you were his student

any crush on you would just have to wait until of course ... you were no longer his student

for now the only goal was : teach you how to swim

the next one down the list being : to take you out on a date !

he offers you a handshake

wow he had a strong grip

“i’m jungkook, i’ll be your swimming instructor for the next month”

he flashes you his all too famous smile

there was just no way this man was real

just nO wAy

“um..”

crap, you were still holding his hand!

idiot, idiot, idiot !

“sorry” you awkwardly laugh

ha ha ha

so funny

god did you just want to hide to disappear

“it’s fine” he laughs

even his laugh was attractive :(

ugh

“so y/n, before we begin with anything, i think it’s important to review about what kind of things you already know and what you don’t”

oh right ...

for a moment you had COMPLETELY forgotten you were here for swimming lessons

how embarrassing

“oh um..”

um, um , um.

IS THAT ALL YOU KNEW HOW TO SAY????

“so like floating, holding your breath underwater, pushing, gliding, arm movement, that kind of stuff,” he explains

you knew a cool trick to make it look like you were water bending :D

of course you weren’t going to admit that here

silently you nod your head no

he gives you a reassuring smile, sensing your timidness

“that’s fine, only more for us—” he corrects himself, “for you to learn,” he laughs

hey you weren’t complaining

;)

“so i personally always like to start off with teaching my students how to float. as long as we get that down then you’ll have no problem learning the rest”

gosh his smile was so infectious

shaking your head, you reminded yourself that this was your teacher

+ you paid 300 bucks for these classes, so you couldn’t afford to be giving him the googly eyes all day

you were so cute :(

jungkook couldn’t help but find you so endearing

the color of your swimming goggles even matched your swim suit :((

so cute !

“okay so the first thing i want you to practice is going underwater for a couple of seconds, just so you get used it,” he instructs, “i’ll demonstrate”

taking in a deep breath, he goes down under

1...2...3

he’s back up

pausing for about another three seconds, he takes in another deep breath of air before going back under

1...2....3...4....5

he repeats the same thing over and over, until the max count becomes 20.

“use my finger as your reference of when to go up, but come up for air whenever you feel like you need to. it’s important to go at your own pace, so don’t feel pressured to get it the first try”

no pressure at all

okay

“you ready?”

you nod your head

“okay, deep breath in”

you sink your head underwater, mentally counting the three seconds before going back up

“good job,” he gives you a high five, and you almost feel like a schoolgirl, “now let’s try to five seconds”

woo!!! 5 seconds here you come !!

taking in a deep breath you go down under again

1....2.....3....4...5

easy peasy ... LEMON SQUEEZY

“okay now to ten”

1.....2......3......4.....5......6....7

umm

now why were these seconds going by slow all of a sudden?

sucking it up you manage to make it to 10, but not without being out of breath

“you okay?” he’s quick to ask

yup, totally fine !

you definitely didn’t see the gates of heaven for a quick moment :D

nodding your head, you enthusiastically say, “let’s go for 15″

he smiles at your enthusiasm

ahh so cute

“1....2.....3......4......5.......6......7......8......9.....10.....11.....12....13...

nope nope nope

you were not going to make it to 15

immediately you make your way back to the surface, trying to catch your breath

“hey you did amazing,” he immediately reassures you, “remember as long your going your own pace then you’re doing just fine”

well doesn’t that make you feel better

you wonder if he’s this kind to all his students

besides the most obvious reason, there was no question as to why he was the “most popular” instructor

and to think you had been complaining earlier !!

and soon you’re back underwater, going at your own pace until finallyyyy you’re able to make the 20 second count

“nice !!” he genuinely celebrates with you, making you feel completely proud for yourself

“okay now that we have that done, we can move onto learning how to float facing both front and back”

ohhhhh

he was just thinking ahead

cool :o

“so what i want you do is first relax,” he laughs, gently pushing your stiff shoulders down

as if your blush couldn’t get any deeper

“now my personal belief is that all humans can naturally float, just that for others, it takes a bit of a push to get them at that state,” he begins to explain

others meaning people like um you

“the key to floating is to relax”

oh you’ve heard that before

many MANY times and each time you’ve tried to so called “relax” you just end up sinking

“the moment you fight or stress for even a tiny bit, you will sink. now i know what you’re thinking, ive heard that before”

damn

he was good

“but sadly it’s true, until you learn to relax then you’ll be able to swim”

you sigh

this was where it became hard

you were the queen of stress

you and stress went hand in hand almost like a married couple

it was just that deep water was scary !! very very scary !!

the amount of horror stories you’d seen on tiktok was enough for you to know, ocean = scary

“so here’s what i need you to do, i need you to place your arms on top of the water like as if you’re going to fly”

you follow his commands

he separates your arms, which had been too close together, giving them a small rub

“remember you need to relax y/n,” he chuckles, feeling the tension in your arms

“relax, i need to relax,” you repeat

“okay now right now when i tell you, you’re gonna take a deep breath in and look down, from there you’re gonna let you body move forward. so remember you’re not gonna jump, you’re just gonna let your body glide forward and float. almost as if you’re flying to me,” he explains

mm it was easier said than done

“you ready?”

“okay deep breath in”

you inhale a deep breath in

“look down”

you do that as well

“and let go”

slowly your body begins to rise on its own

oh my god !!!!!

you were about to float!!!!!

the day has come !!!

no more staying at 5 feet and under

you were ready to hang with the big kids :D

but as quick as the momentum came, the faster it left because soon you felt yourself sinking, the breathing exercise jungkook had made you do now coming in handy

no!!!!

you almost had it :(

it was right in your grasp, only to have it snatched away

not wanting to offend you, jungkook keeps his giggles to himself

“hey at least you almost had it,” he comforts you, “let’s just try again”

you sigh, now letting your doubts creep in

because of this, this time your body almost immediately sank this time

he frowns

you were losing confidence :/

“come on i’ll help you”

grabbing your hands, he signals for you to follow his breathing pattern

“deep breath in”

“deep breath out”

god, was his voice soothing

“i need you to relax y/n, let everything go”

a soft feeling of relaxation washes over you, similar to that feeling you’d get when you were on the verge of sleeping

“i’m gonna let you go at the count of three, and then you’re going to float, okay?”

silently you nod, knowing that speaking would only cause you to tense up again

“1...2....”

he lets go, and soon you’re floating, just like he said you would

you hold your breathe for a good while before standing back up, a huge smile on your face

“holy shit! i did it!!”

he gives you high five with both of his hands, for a second holding them before letting go

“now let’s try floating on your back”

he notices that there’s now a fire in your eyes that wasn’t there before

clearly you were now more determined to learn, excited too

preparing yourself to float once more, you realize you were missing something....

“jungkook...”

he tilts his head, confused by the faint blush on your cheeks

“do you think you can um—”

now it was his turn to blush

“o-oh yeah”

what was his problem???

you were a student asking for help

that was all ...

point blank.

he helps you get on your back, his hand placed under your back as a way to keep you up

“1....2....”

you float easily again!!

“nice!!” he smiles

summer, here you come !!

“okay so we’re gonna keep practicing that for the remaining time that we have and next week i’ll start teaching you about stroke techniques and which ones are easiest to do”

nodding your head, you practice your floating by the end of the hour having it practically mastered

the two of you get out of the pool, now drying off

“you’re a really fast learner y/n,” he compliments you

hehe

you mean, you didn’t wanna brag butttt

you were a fast learner indeed

“thank you,” you say in return, “but that’s only because you’re a great teacher”

woah

did you really say that :o

aren’t you feeling a little bold today y/n

his blush returns for the second time today

well technically you weren’t in class anymore ...

a little flirting wouldn’t hurt right?

if only he knew what to say ....

hmmmm

“well at least you won't ever drown!”

HUH???????

jungkook, you idiot !!!!!

someone needed to smack him straight in the face for that !

at least you won’t drown????

no fucking shit

well there goes his chances with you now going down the drain

but to his surprise, you laugh

“you’re right, i won’t,” you say in return, “well i’ll see you next weekend jungkook”

you flash him a smile, and he was certain he felt butterflies in his stomach

walking into the girl’s locker room, you let out a sigh of relief

wheeeeew !

faking confidence was hard !

very VERY hard

“so today you’re going to learn how to stroke so you can officially be called someone who knows how to swim, next week you’ll learn to tread water and continue perfecting your swimming, and then the final week i’ll teach you some fun extra things”

“sounds good,” you say, definitely excited to learn more.

“okay so now that you know how to float, right now when you float facing downward, you’re going to pull against the current with your arms, alternating each one. now the tricky part is that while you do that, you also have to paddle your legs a little and come up for air when you need to, and when you’re back in the water you should slowly be exhaling bubbles of air rather than holding your breath”

well that sounded hard :/

“let me give you a demonstration,” jungkook says

he’s quick to float facing downward, showing you the maneuver he wanted you to learn while coming up for air every five seconds

thought it was a little childish, he somehow still looked good doing it

he truly was blessed with the looks of a god

he comes out the water

“okay now your turn”

you nod your head, that determined look you had on your face last week now returning

following his example, you begin your attempt at paddling and stroking your arms at the same time

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!

immediately you begin to panic and water begins to splash everywhere, including on jungkook

noticing your panicked state, jungkook is quick to grab you and place you back on your feet

“hey hey, i got you,” he comforts you, not wanting you to feel discouraged

you sigh

well that was embarrassing

“remember y/n you have to learn to coordinate everything, so think of it this way. your legs have to always be paddling, it’s the arm and coming up for air that switch roles. when you come up for air, it’s only your legs paddling, while when you’re head is back underwater it’s both your legs and arms paddling. once you get that pattern, the bubbling will come naturally”

you make an ohhhhh face

you could do that !

“remember what i told you last weekend y/n, you need to relax and be comfortable so you can build confidence. there’s no need to panic because i’m here,” he smiles at you

gosh this just wasn't fair >:(

cute and charming ????

this boy really had it all

not wanting to disappoint, you try one more time, failing once again

now you were frustrated :/

“damn it,” you mumble to yourself, a sadness to your voice

jungkook feels his heart swell

he didn’t like seeing you sad :(

but doggy paddling was the most basic technique he could teach you so he couldn’t really cheer you up by offering a different technique

you needed to learn to doggy paddle before you could move on to the more bigger strokes

damn it ://

“hey don’t feel bad about not getting right away,” he gives you a small smile, “i remember when i first started learning it took me forever to even learn how float, so the fact that you’re already at this point is enough of an accomplishment”

well that makes you feel little better ...

“but you were probably a kid, im ...”

old , is what you want to say

figuring what you were gonna say, he only laughs

“who said i was a kid? i was probably like 19″

whaaaaaattttt!

assuming he was your age (which he was), you do the quick maths in your head

that was like .... 4 years ago !

how the hell did he get so good in such little time???? enough to be teaching courses ???

“not knowing how to swim is nothing to be embarrassed about y/n, if anything it takes a lot of courage to even sign up for a class so don’t beat yourself up too much for not getting it right away”

he ruffles your wet hair, a small affectionate gesture

you didn’t know how it was possible but you were falling for this man and QUICKLY at that

he was just so ??$%@^!

UGHHHH

“so let’s try one more time, and if you still can’t get it then we’ll push it to next week, a free extra lesson on me”

eeeeek

though the temptation to purposely fails was very intriguing indeed, you still had to try for the sake of it

if you got it, you got it, and if you didn't well ....

an extra week with jungkook it was :D

“you ready?”

you nod your head

“1...2...”

you float and begin to paddle, this time actually getting the hang of it !!!

you hear jungkook’s muffled voice from above the surface, “there you go!!”

holy shit !

you officially knew how to swim !!!

at least enough to save your own life if push came to shove

once you were out of breath, you stand back up, a grin on both of your faces

for jungkook it was hard not to tackle you in excitement so instead he settled for a very enthusiastic high five

“you did it!” he cheers

“ahhh!” you giggle like a child

“from here on out, the rest is a piece of cake!”

yay yay yay !!!

“now let’s start working on deeper strokes, maybe we’ll even have time to throw in backstrokes!”

:////

noticing your changed expression, he awkwardly laughs while scratching his neck

“or maybe not”

this week was the final week of swimming lesson with jungkook

:((

last week’s lesson of treading water and perfecting your swim seemed to had gone by in literally the blink of an eye !

and so today was possible the last time you’d see jungkook unless you managed to grow the balls and ask him out once that clock hit 4, once you were no longer his “student"

by now you were 100% sure you liked the dude... like a lot

and he was definitely someone you wanted to get to know outside of this pool

you just weren’t sure if he liked you the same way

you mean yeah there were definitely times that had you raising an eyebrow here and there, but you always excused it as him simply being a kind hearted person by nature

because clearly his five star rating on the company’s website had to come from somewhere

not that you checked or anything....

who were you kidding

yes you did

your favorite review was the one that went..

“wow!! this dude is amazing !! came here for beginner lessons and even i found myself fawning for the dude , and i don’t even play for that side of the team !! not only were his lessons thorough, but he’s a very charming person ! 10/10 recommend!”

and so you were stuck

did he liked you or was he just treating you like he treated everyone??

“ahh y/n,” jungkook’s voice suddenly brings you back to reality

“today’s our final lesson!” he announces, not sounding too sad

in fact he sounded excited

damn :/

he playfully jumps into the pool, today being his so called “fun day”

“so since today’s your last lesson i thought i could teach you how to do a.....”

he pauses for dramatic purposes

“SOmERSAuLT!!”

immediately your eyes light up

ahhhhhHHHH!!!!

you always wanted to learn how to do a somersault in water, remembering the number of times you’d look at your friend in jealousy whenever she did one

“you ready??”

eagerly you nod your head yes

“okay so the steps to doing a summersault is first of course, you need to take a deep breath”

okayyyy

“from there you tuck your chin to your chest, next you do the moment of the somersault by swinging your chest forward and gently kicking out your legs, so basically forming a ball and then kicking out. naturally, if you have enough momentum, you’ll spin, but if you don’t just use your arms to complete it”

“think you can give me a demonstration?” you innocently ask

he winks at you, “of course i can”

taking in a deep breath, he follows his own instructions, and you watch he perfectly executes his somersault

“woahhh, that was so cool!” you say, even now finding the trick to be amazing

“now i dont expect you to get it right away, so right now that you try i’m going tog hide you thought the movement so you get the gist of it”

sounds fair enough

you weren’t trying to drown on your last day either

“okay, you ready?”

“yes”

“let’s get it!”

taking a deep breath in, you feel jungkook’s hand get placed on your back, ready to push you so you could do the somersault

“1...2...”

and slowly you feel yourself spin with the help of jungkook, a smile already forming on your face

“ahhh!” you smile big and wide, causing Jungkook to smile along with you

“you think you’re ready to try it on your own???”

“yes sir”

“okay 1....2....”

mustering up as much as force you possible could, you push yourself into ball and successfully do the somersault

YUPPPPP

WHOSE DOING IT LIKE YOU???!$%@$!

feeling an immediate rush of adrenaline, you begin to splash water all over once you come back up for air, declaring an all out water fight with jungkook

soon the two of you are chasing one another, you now using your new swimming abilities to get away

hehe

you’re a swimmer

the sound of jungkook’s infectious laughter fill the air and soon you feel him grab your waist at an attempt to stop you

“gotcha” he says, and he turns you around to face him

slowly each other’s heavy breathing becomes relaxed, and it’s as if you’ve felt a shift occur in what you considered your new “friendship”

“so....” he awkwardly says, hands still wrapped around your waist

his was was RED

like cherry tomatoes red

this only makes you giggle

if you had doubts before, you DEFINITELY didn’t have em anymore

he liked you :))))

and you liked him :))))

and in ten minutes you were officially no longer his student so......

“there’s this new restaurant that opened near my place....” you say

immediately his eyes light up

“cancun eats?”

you nod your head and he gives you a toothy grin

“i was wondering if you’d want to go out some time...” you muster up the courage to ask him out

%^@%!@&!@^&@%! = jungkook’s brain

holy crap !!!

you liked him!!!

he wasn’t just delusional !!!

“hello?? jungkook??” you laugh, waving a hand in front of his face for jungkook.exe had truly stopped working this time

nodding his head yes like a child, the two of you being to lean closer to another, the clear goal in mind being each other’s lips

because honestly you’d come this far now, might as well give him a ....

“wait!” he suddenly interrupts he glances at the digital clock on the wall, remembering your final lesson officially ends at 4

because no way in hell was he going to get fired for kissing a student on the clock

3:59

.....

4:00

“okay now,” he smiles, and you only roll your eyes, happy to have taken up on those swimming lessons.

a/n : i was gonna make this longer but this was always meant to be a small little head canon so :))) pls give this a like, comment, or a reblog if you enjoyed it !! (if u can of course) and my ask box is always open for whatever !! :)) see yall next time 💞

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years

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Lacking Love

Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Slight Angst/Fluff

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Hey, this is my first anime based fic! I hope ya’ll like it~ (They’ll get less shitty as I continue lmao)

Warnings: None!

~~~

"I'm sorry again, Y/N. I didn't mean to be late to our date."

You're sitting across from your boyfriend in a nearby cafe. He noticed how unnaturally quiet you've been for the past hour, his concern growing with every passing moment.

"I had gotten caught up-"

"It's okay, Sho. I already know how you've been feeling."

Todoroki tilts his head, confused at the statement. "I don't quite understand-"

"I know you don't love me." You cut him off. "At least, not like I love you."

Todoroki's eyebrows furrow, a taken aback look on his face. "W-What? You don't think I love you?"

You let out a soft giggle. "I know you don't. And it's okay. Not everyone falls in love with their partner right away."

His mouth drops open slightly in shock. "Y/N, b-but I do…" He trails off.

You shake your head. "You're quite often late to dates. You never call me any pet names. You rarely kiss me. I haven't even heard an 'I love you' leave your mouth first. How often do we cuddle or hold hands?" You speak in a quiet voice. "Shoto, do you even know what today is?"

Your last question catches him off guard. Shit, today is a special day? Why couldn't he remember?! Taking his silence as his answer, you smile sadly. "It's okay, Sho. It wasn't anything special."

Suddenly, your phone rings. Todoroki looks down, noticing Mirio's picture pops up, signaling an incoming text. He furrows his brows in confusion, wondering why the Big 3 member was messaging you. You read the text and put your phone away. Todoroki is surprised when you suddenly stand up.

"Hey baby, I gotta go. But I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Todoroki opens his mouth to speak but closes it and chooses to nod instead. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you. I'll see you later."

"I-I love you…" you were out the door of the cafe before he could finish his sentence. "...too." Todoroki sighs and stands up to leave.

On his way back to the dorms, Todoroki's head is spinning. Your words and your disappointed expression flashes in his mind. He never knew this was how you were feeling and now all he could do is worry.

~~~

"Hey, Todoroki. How'd it go?" Midoriya greets him as he walks through the door. Todoroki mumbles something before walking into the kitchen. Midoriya follows closely. "Are you okay?"

Opening the fridge, he continues to ignore Midoriya, choosing to mindlessly stare into the fridge. Midoriya tilts his head at the boy. "So I take it something happened?"

"Y/N said something…" Todoroki trails off, still in shock at what happened in the cafe. Midoriya gestures at him to keep talking. He sighs. "She said I don't love her-"

"Move the hell outta the way, half-n-half. You're letting the cold air out." Bakugo shoves the boy out of the way before rummaging through the fridge for his drink.

Midoriya stares wide eyed at Bakugo's rudeness before turning back to the duo quirked boy. He shakes his head, confused. "Wait, what? What do you mean?"

Todoroki shifts his eyes to a certain explosion boy who finally found his drink, now just leaning against the counter listening with a curious scowl. Todoroki rolls his eyes but turns his attention back to Midoriya.

"I'm not sure. She just started saying how I never show affection or say 'I love you' first." Todoroki runs a hand through his bi-colored hair. "I've never really been in a relationship before but Kaminari had mentioned how girls like guys who play hard to get-"

Bakugo chokes on his drink, nearly dying from a coughing fit. He bursts into laugher. "You're taking relationship advice from dunce face?! Dude wouldn't even know what to do in a relationship if it bit him in the ass."

Todoroki's face turns bright red and holds out his hand, freezing Bakugo's drink. Bakugo stops laughing and glares at him. "HEY, WHAT THE HELL, ICY HOT? WANNA DIE?!"

Todoroki huffs, clearly embarrassed. "Shut up. I just have no idea what I'm doing, clearly."

Midoriya sweat drops, holding up his hands and trying to calm his two friends down. "Alright, let's all just calm down. This is easily fixable. You just have to do the opposite of what Kaminari suggests, right? Easy enough. Did at least the gift you got her help kind of ease her worry?"

Todoroki's furrow his brows. "Gift? Why would I give her a gift?"

Midoriya's jaw drops. Before he can say anything, Bakugo speaks up. "Isn't it like, her birthday or some shit today?"

Upon hearing those words, Todoroki freezes. "N-no, that can't be…" He fumbles with his phone to check the calendar. "Her birthday isn't until-" His eyes widen and his face pales. "-today." He slams his head against the kitchen wall. "Fuck!" He slides down against the wall onto the floor, his hands over his face. "No wonder she doesn't think I fucking love her. I'm such an awful boyfriend."

Bakugo was able to unfreeze his drink. "Yeah you are." He takes a sip before heading out the door. "Better hurry the fuck up and fix it before she dumps your emotionally challanged ass."

"Kacchan! What the hell!" Midoriya throws his hands up at the explosive boy. Bakugo flips him off before heading back to his room. Midoriya sighs and turns to Todoroki once more. "She's not going to dump you."

Shoto leans his head back against the wall and side eyes his friend. "Why wouldn't she? I sure would."

Midoriya shakes his head. "Y/N isn't like that. She's an understanding person."

"Mirio texted her earlier. She's probably with him right now. Probably treating her to a birthday dinner or something." He clenches his fists, frost building up from his right hand.

"Okay, you need to calm down before you freeze the entire dorm." Midoriya sweat drops. "You can fix this, I have a plan. I promise, everything will be alright."

~~~

"Thanks for the ice cream, guys! I really appreciate it!" You smile at the Big three members.

"Of course, Y/N! It's your birthday, after all." Nejire giggles.

The corners of your mouth twitch, suddenly remembering how your boyfriend forgot what today was. Tamaki furrows his brows, noticing your sudden change of mood. "A-are you okay, Y/N?"

You shake your head to rid yourself of those thoughts and smile at the shy boy. "Yeah, I'm okay. No need to worry about me!" Suddenly, you feel your phone go off in your pocket.

♡Shoto♡: Please come to the dorms when you're done, love.

You smile slightly at the text from your boyfriend and quickly send a reply.

You: I'll be there soon. ❤

"Um, sorry to run out on you guys. I have to meet back at Heights Alliance."

"Oh, we're headed that direction anyway! Why don't we accompany you?" Mirio speaks up with a smile.

You giggle at his always sunny attitude and smile back. "Sure, that would be great."

~~~

Todoroki paces back and forth in the dorm common room. Anxiety overwhelms him, the only thing running through his mind is you breaking up with him. He knows he royally screwed up, but you love him too much to leave him. You'll forgive him… right?

He looks over at the dining table, set up with your favorite take-out and a beautiful birthday cake that Sato helped him make. Your gift lay wrapped behind him, wanting to surprise you with it. He really hoped this would help make up for his stupidity.

His head whips up after hearing the door to the building click open. You poke your head around the door giving your boyfriend a smile before closing it behind you. Todoroki rubs his hands on his pants, his anxiety causing him to sweat.

You walk up to him and give him a peck on the cheek. "Hey, Sho." Your eyes wander behind him to see the table set up. "What's all this?"

Todoroki takes your hands into his shaking ones, avoiding your eyes. "I-I know I've been a horrible boyfriend from the start. I haven't shown you how much I appreciate you. How much you mean to me." He squeezes his hands over yours, his eyes now fleeting to meet yours. "How much I love you."

You tilt your head. "Baby, you're not a horrible boyfriend."

"Yes, Y/N. I am. I've kept myself so distant from you, I've neglected you. Fuck, I forgot your fuckin birthday was today!" His eyes turn hard, his tone angry. But not at you, at himself.

"Sho, it's not a big deal-"

"YES IT IS! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING IT'S NOT?!" He raises the tone of his voice, making you flinch slightly. He notices and immediately regrets it. He brings his tone down to his natural softness. "I've been so busy training and thinking about becoming a Hero, I neglected to remember an important event. Even fuckin Bakugo remembered."

"Pfft!" You cover your mouth with your hand before bursting out laughing. Todoroki's face turns confused at your reaction. You wave your hand. "I'm sorry, just the fact that Bakugo remembered for some reason is hilarious to me."

Todoroki sighs and smiles softly at your beautiful laugh. He runs a hand through your hair, caressing your cheek. "God, I love you more than anything, baby. I really truly do." His smile drops, anxiety once again taking over. "Please, don't leave me." He practically whispers, his other hand squeezing yours again.

"No no no." You grab his cheeks with your hands and kiss his nose. "I absolutely was not even remotely considering it. I promise."

Suddenly Todoroki pulls your body against his, making you squeak. He tilts his head slightly before meeting his lips to yours. You melt into the soft kiss, feeling nothing but love being poured into it.

"Oh, I have something for you." He speaks after pulling away. He picks up the nicely wrapped package from behind him and hands it to you. "Please, open it."

Carefully tearing the paper off, you gasp. "Oh my god, Shoto! This is the limited edition Mirko figure! I thought these were sold out weeks ago?!"

Your boyfriend smirks. "I was able to snag one before they sold out. I'm assuming you like it?"

You squeal and throw your arms around the hot and cold boy, squeezing him tightly. "Thank you so much, Sho! I absolutely love it."

Todoroki buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as if he's still afraid of losing you. He smiles into your neck and murmurs.

"Happy Birthday, Baby."

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auramindedd · 3 years

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Talent ||

Desc: You and your new friends decide to a drunk Among Us game. You have lots of fun and you’re glad to be able to have amazing friends like them. After ending the stream and sobering up, Corpse asks you something you’d never thought you’d be asked.

Warnings: Cussing, drinking

Notes: i’m using these fake social media apps bc they’re fun &’ i like using them for messaging and twitterrrr! i hope you guys don’t mind them! <3

also, i’m super sorry for not posting in a while. my motivation comes and goes, but right now i have lots of it.

i wanna work on an smau series so, be on the look out for that! :))

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“No balls!” Rae shouts, daring you to kill Jack who is trying to get something out of the vending machine, but him being drunk as fuck doesn’t help.

“I have three, actually.” You joke. Both you and Rae burst into a fit of laughter, but not for long since Jack goes up to you two.

“What are you two laughing about?” He asks, laughing with you guys even though he has no idea what he’s laughing about. Gosh, Jack, you’re really making it hard for me to kill you right now, you think to yourself.

“This,” You answer, killing him. You and Rae run away, screaming whenever you see someone. Thank God for everyone being drunk or else you two would be sussed out for being complete maniacs.

“Y/N,” Rae whispers. She gestures towards the green room and you can see Sykkuno watering the plants.

“No!” You whisper-yell. You’ve become Rae’s hitman, Brooke being the other Imposter. You need someone to vouch for you so, you don’t mind being by Rae the whole time.

“Hey, Sykunno!” Rae shouts when Sykkuno walks out. He’s slurring over his words, trying to say ‘hey’ back. Yeah, no way you’re killing him.

“See? Absolutely no fucking balls. Small dick, too.” Rae taunts. You want to kill her, but if you do, you’d immediately get voted off. So, you kill Sykkuno instead. It hurt, but you had to show Rae what’s up.

“How come no bodies have been reported?” You ask to nobody in particular, just wondering out loud.

“I’m good at hiding them.” Corpse jokes from behind you, scaring both you and Rae. Corpse knows how sensitive you are to any sound when it comes down to places that are quiet, and since only you and Rae have been together, his voice was the cause of your overdramatic ass scream. Playing along, Rae starts screaming with you two, the both of you being extremely obnoxious.

You know that he was just joking about hiding the bodies because Brooke is your partner for this round. You’re not even sure how Corpse isn’t dead yet.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Corpse chuckles. “I won’t sneak up on you like that anymore.” You and Rae stop screaming, relieving Corpse’s poor eardrums of being blown.

Rae starts running around you in circles while you and Corpse are in the middle of a conversation. You know what she’s hinting at, but you decide to ignore her. You’re not going to kill Corpse.

“No balls!” Rae shouts competively.

“What?” Corpse asks, sounding confused.

“I have so many, Rae, you don’t even know, but I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna kill Corpse.” Good going, Y/N, you think to yourself. Well, now you have to kill him.

Corpse starts running away and you do everything your drunk ass can do to catch him and kill him. He’s laughing, running into walls, you doing the same. Finally, you’re able to kill him.

Rae catches up to your avatar, laughing maniacally. She cheers you on, knowing that’s the only way that you’ll continue to be her hitman. Jack, Sykkuno, and Corpse. You’re not even sure if Brooke has killed anyone.

“Brooke! Brooke, have you killed anyone yet?” You try to be quiet, but your shitface drunk and you don’t think that’s working.

“No, have you?” She asks, trying to be quiet, too.

“Yeah, three people. I’m Rae’s hitman.”

“Okay, I’ll do better.” And with that, she’s off to go kill people.

———

“His body was in the hallway to Decontam... I think, don’t quote me on that.” Dream says, slightly slurring on his words.

“There’s 4 bodies and we’ve only found one? What the fuck?” Charlie sounds exhausted and you can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry,” You try and catch your breath, but once you do, you’re still giggling a bit. “Sorry, that was funny.”

Everybody else starts laughing and eventually, the voting time ends and nobody is voted out.

Wow, a tactic you didn’t even mean to use actually worked. It’s either because of how drunk everyone is or because of how contagious your laugh is - a lot of people call it cute and adorable.

———

You guys decide to end the game, everyone else ending their streaming while you just close your laptop. You all seemed to sober up towards the end, none of you wanting to drink anymore. Right now, you’d say you’re 85% sober. Taking a shower and drinking lots of water should have you good and all sobered up.

After taking a shower and getting a cold bottle of water, you lay in bed, watching random Minecraft speedbuilds of people building cute cottages.

You get a DM from none other than Corpse Husband. You smile to yourself before answering.

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You wake up with a minor headache. Last night, you’d say that the Minecraft speedbuilds helped sober you up, but right now, you know it was the cold shower and cold water bottle.

You remember the text message Corpse had sent you, about wanting to check up on you. You two have only known each other for about a week or two now, and you two haven’t really talked. It’s nice, though - having someone who wants to check up on you. He’s done it these last three days you’ve played with him and his friends.

You text Corpse, telling him you can talk on the phone now. You both have been trying to plan to talk to each other just so you guys can get closer. You and Corpse relate to a lot of things and talking in Among Us with proximity chat and Corpse’s stream, it’s not the best way to have a deep conversation.

“Hi,” You greet him, placing your phone down that way you can make breakfast and talk to him. He wanted to FaceTime, and you’re not sure why because he said he’d be covering his camera. It’s fine with you.

“Good morning, Y/N. What are you up to?” A small yawn escapes his lips.

“Making some chocolate chip pancakes.” You grab your phone, showing him the pan that’s mostly filled with chocolate chips.

“Gosh, Y/N, want some pancakes with your chocolate chips?” He chuckles. You giggle, placing the phone back down and turning the camera to face you.

“I’m an amazing cook, puh-lease. I know what I’m doing.”

“I think we’ll have to test that theory.”

“You live like 2 hours away from me, how are we gonna do that?” You ask him, placing a pancake on your plate. You put more butter on the pan before putting more pancake mix on.

“I’d 100% drive two hours to your apartment just to try out your food.” He says. You smile at him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes playfully. “Speaking of going to each other’s houses, I have a question.”

“What’s up?”

He chuckles nervously, “Do you maybe want to collab?”

You’re caught offguard by this. You quickly put your pancake on your plate before answering.

“I’d love to.” You’re able to contain your excitement, surprisingly. “But Corpse, if you’re not comfortable with meeting me, we can find some way to do it over the phone. I really don’t think it’d be that hard. You could record your parts and I cou-”

Corpse cuts your rant off, chuckling a little bit. You smile sheepishly, taking a bite out of your pancakes.

“I’ll be fine, Y/N.”

“Okay,” You give him a small smile. “We can make plans later.”

“Good,” He says and you can hear a smile in his voice.

“Good,”

You and Corpse talk about anything and everything, alternating from really deep conversations to lighthearted, funny ones. Lots of laughing, but also lots of crying on your end. Corpse telling you that it’s okay and that everything will be okay is your new favorite thing. You never knew how much those two phrases would be changed just by coming from a different person. They never really meant anything when they came from anyone else - as much as you appreciated people reassuring you. But hearing it from Corpse, it really did feel like everything was going to be okay.

You two end the call, both of you being busy today. He promised to call you more often and you did the same.

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because-i-am-barely-even-human · 3 years

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Buck is accidentally outed on the call by someone he knew from the past (it’s not an ex tho, not even someone he was interested in)

When Buck woke up today, he never would have thought that he’ll end up being outed by the stupid prick he knew from college days. He thinks Buck is out and it’s ok to say that (for whatever stupid reason) and it’s no big deal. Buck stills for a moment, because what the fuck? Who even does that?

When the Prick noticed how angry some of the team are (meaning Eddie and Hen), the dumbass tries to save a face and plays it out like he and Buck are friends, which they totally aren’t and Buck shuts it down pretty fast.

Then suddenly Hen goes off on this person, because how could he do something so horrible? It’s a private thing and you have to be an ignorant asshole if you think it’s fine to expose someone’s sexuality without their consent.

Eddie is seething with anger and itches to have some words with the jerk in private (you know, the fight club style), but the need to make sure that Buck is alright is stronger. Besides, Hen seems to have it under control, good.

Buck is touched by Hen’s fierce protection of him and is really grateful. Hen doesn’t seem surprised that he’s bi. She probably suspected it. Yeah, with the way he makes heart eyes at Eddie 24/7, how could she not? Eddie already knew about Buck’s bisexuality, because ✨best friends privileges✨ so he wasn’t startled by the revelation, unlike Bobby and Chim.

Bobby collected himself quickly and had to step up before Hen punched the jerk. No matter how strongly he agrees with her, he is a Captain. Hen gets reluctantly reprimanded for yelling at the civilian while in uniform. She’s not regretting it though and would do it again if necessary.

They get back to the station and things seem to calm down, when Chimney cracks a stupid joke about Buck 1.0. Then suddenly he faceplants into his stinky uniform, which lies beside the truck.

This time Eddie gets reprimanded, you know, for tripping the fellow firefighter on purpose. Not that he regrets it either.

Buck tries to hide his smile but to no avail. Good job, Diaz, mission accomplished 😏

Bonus:

The jerk comes to the station to talk with Buck in private, but Evan is having none of it. Like, get the fuck out, what are you even doing here?

Eddie is not leaving Buck’s side (like always ❤️) and stands there looking like an MMA champion (good ol’ fight club days, well, not good, but you get the meaning). He is absolutely not trying to intimidate this guy, ahaha, no, where did you get that idea?

Bobby’s voice somewhere from above:

I see you, Eddie 👀 You’re on thin ice.

Hen, like the avenging angel that she is, is preparing to bitch slap this Blast-from-the-past dude, all the way from the couch.

Bobby is conveniently makes himself scarce to the kitchen to maintain plausible deniability in case you-know-who gets punched.

Chimney comes up with the plunger (because he’s still in a doghouse and someone needs to clean toilets) to find out what the commotion is.

So, turned out the dude is closeted gay and likes Buck, and when he met him on the call, he thought it was some kind of sign from the Universe and it would be a good idea to try to flirt with Buck. Granted, his idea of flirting is to out someone and make stupid jokes like they are old friends. Dude has no brain cells whatsoever.

Buck: Yeah, congratulations on figuring yourself out. How is that any of my business? What the fuck do you want?

Then dude asks if Buck likes him, you know, like a total moron that he is. He wonders if Evan wants to go out for drinks.

Buck: No, I think I’ll pass. I barely know you, and the times that we talked, which I can count on one hand, you were obnoxious and insensitive, not to mention kind of homophobic. So no, you don’t have a chance. I already met the love of my love, he’s standing right beside me, if you haven’t noticed.

And Eddie is floored and absolutely smitten with one Evan Buckley. He puffs his chest with pride and looks like he wants to ravish Buck. Evan is blushing and gets all adorable. Both of them completely forgot about the audience. The dude gets offended, but scared of Eddie, if he’s being honest.

Meanwhile Chimney gets redemption by chasing out the guy from the firehouse. With plunger.

If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

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izzyliker · 3 years

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Hey, asking you this as nicely as I can but can you give the immediate victim blaming a break. The absolute lack of respect you have for the people tmc abused is genuinely disheartening. Yes, he’s a shitty person, you’re entitled to hate him but immediately going “well you should’ve seen it coming earlier lol we’ve been saying this” is just ASTONISHINGLY shortsighted and cruel. Have your opinions about him and the situation all you want I would just ask that you please keep it to yourself due to the many many people he’s hurt that are still on here and can see you disparaging them.

ok, that is not what i have been saying. "well you should've known" is not an accurate summary of my feelings on this matter but apologies if thats how it came across. i have been in an abusive relationship where the person did a lot of the same things and i, too, defended that person without considering how it impacted other people. i almost lost my best friend because of how i acted as a result of keeping him in my life while people around me kept telling me to get tf out. i know.

what i am is im frustrated and annoyed by how long people were willing to publicly and passionately defend this guy while apparently fully aware what kind of shit he was doing to other people, many of which is detailed in the callout itself, and how this is now being framed as news. before the document itself was published all me (or anyone) had to go off of was vague posts that amounted to a "callout trailer" and almost all of the information on it was shit that was 100% completely public knowledge. 20+ people being aware of all that goddamn stuff and not one of them publicly stopping associating with him is frustrating. it comes across as spineless and yes, like one anon told GD, gaslighty (although i have my own issues with this being used on a large scale instead of in interpersonal relationships but i understand where they were coming from). his lesbophobia, transphobia (strange that none of the transphobia towards trans men was mentioned?), and panphobia/aphobia/biphobia were widely documented and seeing that on a callout post as if it were news was extremely tiring.

ive since read the callout. the interpersonal actions seem to have been horrible but sadly im not surprised (by which i dont mean "and neither should you" but rather. my spidey senses for this sort of behavior are pretty accurate most of the time and i did see this coming. this isnt me saying im Better than these people or that they shouldve as well but rather that i have learned to identify people of this genre.) by any of them.

also im 75% sure this is tumblr user GD. hello. if not then apologies, its just that the typing here is very similar. if it is, i think you trying to both take accountability for this and process whatever it is youre processing at the same time on tumblr is a bad idea and going to just lead to people feeling hurt and betrayed because while i truly do see where the reaction is coming from (like, truly, i understand, believe me), if you say "i take responsibility for how i acted while being manipulated" but then when people voice their negative feelings you tell them theyre victim blaming you it is going to reflect poorly on you. i dont think you understand how many people were absolutely hurt by the enabling you and your large, massively popular group of friends did for him, including the MASSIVE defense rant you typed up in defense of him when someone sent an ask to the bi jon event about him being panphobic and aphobic. whether its fair for people to expect you to immediately go into depth about it is questionable but dont invite people to do this when you obviously cannot handle it (i dont mean this in a bad way like "oh you should handle it". i mean genuinely this is how you get burnt out and possibly worsen possible future trauma. by trying to immediately placate people without having the mental resources to do so.)

i think the "we dont condone these views and never did!" without ever specifying what they were or doing any other work there is a lazy fucking cop-out. your circle was/is massively popular and a lot of people took all of you as authorities on stuff like headcanons and respectful portrayals of certain characters or identities to the point of accepting your meta as canon (something you havent really dissuaded ever), and associating publicly with someone who would constantly do this kind of shit and then defending him publicly while also positing yourself as an authority isnt something you can just "oops! we never agreed with him!" yourself out of. GD & TF specifically, you are massive blogs. you are babys first TMA blog. people in your askbox hurt and betrayed by this shit are not necessarily there to victim blame you. they are there because they trusted your word when they said "hey seraf reblogged anti pan and anti ace and weird transphobic posts" and you said "seraf is one of my dearest friends and would never do any of those things and im personally offended youd even imply that." i think you dont understand the real life consequences of the massively popular posts and sentiments he made & published and that you helped spread (despite apparently knowing that he was being a massive hypocrite and bigoted towards those groups or identities in his personal life). obviously interpersonal abuse/conflict is going to be "worse" but dear god i hope you collectively understand that "oh btw we never endorsed his views" is a massive copout and a shit apology for the hurt this association and endorsement caused. tmc has been terrorizing this fucking fandom for months with his bullshit and bigotry and you have not been passive bystandars but active enablers.

anyways, hope everyone involved gets to uh, heal i suppose, but i think expecting the people who seraf suicide baited, the groups of trans men he misgendered, the people who he targeted and harassed, the genuine fucking long lasting dysphoria he caused real people to have over his shitty takes re: transness and dysphoria, and the general shit behavior he was allowed to keep up with zero pushback from anyone in his circle of the fandom to drop all the anger or frustration they have for the people who enabled him and defended him aggressively is... unrealistic. and makes you look bad. especially when the doc doesnt even clarify which opinions you still support.

#disk horse #abuse ment #long post #also im ngl some of the shit in the doc rly didnt need to be there if it genuinely was just a warning or whatever #also from what my jewish friends have said the whole section about converts not being jewish seems recklessly irresponsible as a thing to #include with any amount of authority re: the status of converts #But whatever.

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fruitquake · 3 years

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realizations pt. 1

read it on ao3

James Potter knows he likes girls. In his mind, that has always meant he must be straight. Of course he’s straight. Whenever he sits next to Lily Evans in class, his heart flutters and he gets all useless and flustered. He has kissed girls before, and liked it.

But then, Regulus kissed him, and he’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t have liked it as much as he did. He’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t be up all night, replaying it in his head, a hopeless burning sensation is his chest.

Regulus kissed him. Or did he kiss Regulus? He’s a little fuzzy on those details. But crystal clear is Reg’s lips on his own, the feeling of being featherlight as everything else faded into the background, leaving only him and Regulus.

James sighs, pressing both hands against his eyes until he sees stars, and once again, Regulus is there, a crystal clear image of soft lips and silky black hair that James messed up with his hands as they kissed. Just as he isn’t sure who initiated the kiss, it’s also a bit unclear to him who broke it off. Only that he had been absolutely speechless, staring into Regulus’s eyes for a hint that he had felt what James had felt during that kiss. Then Regulus had muttered some obvious excuse about a curfew and he had been off, leaving James with a warm, confusing feeling bubbling in his stomach.

Regulus is practically family to James. When Sirius ran away from home, Regulus stayed, and for over a year they didn’t talk. Reg avoided him at school. James remembers how hard that was on Sirius. But now, things are good between them. Reg comes over almost every day, without his parents knowing. He’s almost as much a part of the family as Sirius.

It hadn’t occurred to James, before today, that the way he feels about Regulus, the soft affection that makes his cheeks warm, could be anything other than platonic. But that bloody kiss...

James slides out of bed and gets dressed, careful not to wake Sirius, who sleeps in the top bunk. There’s one place he goes when he needs to clear his head. He tiptoes over to the window and opens it as quietly as he possibly can, glancing over his shoulder to check that Sirius is still asleep. He seems to be, so James slides out of the window and onto the roof. He sits down, careful not to step on the loose shingle. His mum doesn’t want him or Sirius to go onto the roof, of fear that they will fall down, but they do it anyway, because there really is no better place to just… sit and be. He looks down onto the street below him, the streetlights the only thing shining through the night. A cool breeze caresses his face, tugs at a rogue strand of hair. James closes his eyes.

There’s no way he isn’t straight. He has spent years watching Sirius and Remus pine after each other like idiots, and the past six months watching them be all gross and lovebird-y. And if he is… anything other than straight, wouldn’t he have realized sooner? He remembers asking Sirius, after his coming out, when he realized he was gay. Sirius had told him that, in a way, he had always known, but he had fully realized it by the time he was 12. For Remus, it was when he was 14, and similarly to Sirius, he had sort of half-known for years before that.

James had never questioned his sexuality before. Surely if he wasn’t straight, the thought would have occurred to him sooner, and not just after kissing a boy. A very, very pretty boy with very soft, kissable lips, who hadn’t left James’s mind ever since.

He sighs, leaning back his head and looking up at the sky, as though some God, if there really is one, is going to come down and give him all the answers.

“Oi.”

James starts and looks over his shoulder. Sirius is leaning against the window sill, squinting up at him. He’s wearing boxers and one of Remus’s t-shirts, which is slightly baggy on him.

“Oh,” James says, his voice a little hoarse. “I didn’t hear you get up.”

“What kind of 2 AM crisis are you having up here, and why didn’t you invite me?” Sirius asks.

James huffs a nervous laugh. “I…” he begins, but trails off, not knowing where to even start.

Sirius heaves himself up, crawling through the window and out onto the roof besides James, and James can’t help but worry that he will catch a cold, sitting out here with bare arms and legs. “Come on, spill the beans, Potter,” Sirius says, nudging their shoulders together.

“Sirius…” James looks down at his hands, nervously fidgeting. “You always say that your gaydar is flawless.”

“Uh-huh,” Sirius says. “And I have yet to be proven wrong on that.”

“Well, d’you think… could I be… anything other than straight?” He’s too nervous to look at Sirius, so he keeps his eyes on his own hands.

“Oh. It’s that kind of crisis,” Sirius says. James’s eyes dart up to meet Sirius’s. He’s leaning back a little, looking at James with thoughtful consideration. “I mean…” he begins. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.”

James blinks, a little perplexed. “Really?” He had expected Sirius to laugh and tell him how ridiculous that was. That James was the straightest person he knew.

“Yeah,” Sirius just says, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It’s cloudy. Almost no stars. “I mean, I’ve caught you staring weirdly at guys several times. And you always used to get flustered around the older teammates when you first joined the football team.”

“Well,” James says hurriedly. “That was because, you know… They were older and so much more experienced and…” Really fucking handsome. He sighs, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m honestly so confused.”

“What exactly sparked this sudden confusion?” Sirius asks. “You’ve always seemed rather confident in your supposed heterosexuality.”

James pushes up his glasses, which had been falling down the bridge of his nose. He hesitates, carefully watching Sirius. When it comes to his brother, Sirius is incredibly protective, and James isn’t entirely convinced he won’t get pushed off the roof for telling the truth.

“I kissed Regulus,” he says finally, deciding that Sirius probably won’t push him off the roof.

A beat. “What?”

James swallows nervously. “I… kissed your brother. Or maybe he kissed me. A kiss happened, between me and your brother.” He watches Sirius for several agonizing seconds. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not… mad,” Sirius says. “If you were anyone else, I probably would be grabbing you by your shirt collar and threatening your life right now, but… You’re James Potter. I’d trust you with my bloody life.”

James releases a breath of relief. “Right,” he mutters. “Thank you, Sirius.”

There’s a stretch of silence between them, which Sirius is the one to break. “So… you kissed Reg,” he reiterates. “And you liked it?”

The kiss forces its way back into James’s mind, and he lets out a strange sound between a sigh and a groan. “I… think so,” he says. “I mean, whenever I think about it, I get this warm, bubbly, incredible feeling in my chest, and… Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Sirius grins, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah,” he says. “Doesn’t sound very straight to me.”

Well, yeah. James knows he’s right, but he can’t quite wrap his head around it.

“It’s just,” he says quietly. “I definitely like girls. I’ve always known I like girls. I mean, for goodness’s sake, I’ve been crushing on Lily for years.”

“Yes.” Sirius nods. “But that doesn’t automatically make you straight, J. You can like girls and guys, you know.”

“I know…”

Sirius covers his mouth, stifling a yawn. “I think you should talk to Re about this,” he says. “I mean, he’s the expert, really. Like… A Bisexual Messiah or something.”

That earns him a laugh from James. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he? You’re right. I’ll… talk to him tomorrow, probably.”

“Lovely,” Sirius says. “Can we please go back inside now? I’m freezing my bloody ass off.”

“You could’ve put on some trousers and a jumper, you moron!” James scolds him, and Sirius shoves him gently.

“Babe,” Sirius says over lunch the next day, taking Remus’s hand in his own. They share a disgustingly sweet look. “I think James had something he wanted to talk to you about.”

Remus looks at him, chewing a bit of his sandwich. He swallows. “Oh?”

“Er...” James looks around the crowded school cafeteria. “Can we talk somewhere more private, maybe?”

Peter looks up from his lunch. “What’s it about?” he asks James.

“Nothing,” James says, a bit too fast. “There’s just something I wanted to ask Re. It’s nothing interesting, don’t worry, Pete.”

“Then why do you need to go somewhere private?” Peter presses on.

Sirius opens a canned soda, looking around to check that no teachers are close by. Every day at lunch, he plays the same game of “Can I drink my soda before a teacher confiscates it?” Most days he’s not quick enough to actually finish it, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. “Damn, Petey,” he says. “Maybe it’s none of your fucking business. Shut up and eat.”

If someone else talked to Peter like that, they would probably end up with Sirius’s fist in their face, but apparently, it’s fine when Sirius does it himself.

Remus takes another bite of his sandwich, before putting it down. “Well,” he says to James. “We can go find an empty classroom if you’d like.” He looks intrigued, and James guesses Sirius hasn’t told him anything yet.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” James says, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. It was one thing, telling Sirius last night. He has always told Sirius everything, and there’s something about that spot on the roof that makes late-night talks feel… almost sacred. Telling Remus will be a bit more daunting. But he follows Remus out of the cafeteria and into an empty classroom, anyway.

“So,” Remus says, shutting the door behind them. “What did you wanna talk about?”

James realizes he probably should’ve thought this through beforehand. He has no clue what to say. “Well,” he begins awkwardly. “You’re bi.”

For a few long seconds, Remus just looks at him, confused. “Yes?” he says. “I… know?”

James sighs, leaning back against the teacher’s desk. He combs a hand through his hair, messing it up at the back. “Yeah, it’s just that, er… I think I might be bi, too?” He looks up for Remus’s reaction.

“Oh!” Remus says. “But you aren’t sure, or…?”

“I don’t know,” James mumbles. “I’m bloody confused. And Siri said I should talk to you because you’re like… The Bisexual Messiah. I think that’s how he phrased it.”

Remus grins. “The Bisexual Messiah? Huh. I should get that on a t-shirt.” James must look quite miserable, because Remus clears his throat, looking a bit more serious. “So you’re questioning if you might be bi?” he asks softly.

James nods. “I kissed… someone,” he says. “A guy. It was Reg, actually.”

Remus arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, so James goes on:

“And it felt really, really good. I practically haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. But I’ve just always thought of myself as, you know, completely straight. But, well, as Sirius pointed out to me yesterday, there’s not really anything straight about the way I felt when I kissed him.” He bites his lip, looking up at Remus.

“Right,” Remus says thoughtfully. “What exactly did you need me for? Sounds like you’ve got it figured out alright.”

“I have?” James asks in bewilderment.

Remus chuckles. “Okay, maybe not, then,” he says. “I just meant, you know… You’ve known for a long while that you liked girls. And now, after kissing Reg, you’ve realized that you like guys too, right?”

Does he like guys? James lets his mind wander, filtering through memories he didn’t realize he had archived. A gym locker room, all of them sweaty after football practice. One of the older students, shirtless, slinging an arm around James and telling him he played well, and James getting light-headed and flustered. He had told himself it just felt good to be acknowledged by an older, more skillful teammate, but looking back on it, it was possible that some of the heat rushing to his cheeks had been because of their bare skin touching. And then there were the dreams, which he had dismissed as not meaning anything, but… Perhaps dreaming about kissing boys did mean something.

“Huh,” he says finally. “I’m… lowkey stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve somehow managed to ignore loads of signs that I wasn’t straight. And I didn’t even realize it before now!”

Remus’s face softens. “Jem, that’s… completely normal. I think a lot of queer people at some point look back and wonder how they didn’t realize sooner. I certainly did.”

“Oh.” James laughs breathily. “Well… Shit. This is interesting.”

Remus laughs with him. “You know,” he says. “You can take as much time as you need to figure all of this out. And if you have any more questions, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Re,” he says. “But… I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Oh, okay.”

James lets the silence stretch for a moment. His palms are sweating a little, and he wipes them on his trousers. “So, er… Can I tell you something?”

Remus smiles a little. “Yeah.”

“I’m bisexual,” James tells him, and… wow. Saying it out loud feels incredible, like a weight he didn’t know he was carrying being lifted off his shoulders. He grins.

Remus nods, grinning back at him. “That’s great, James, thank you for telling me!” Then, after a short pause: “Have you talked to Regulus?”

The mention of him brings the memory of the kiss back in full effect, and James can feel his cheeks heat up. He’s grateful that his darker skin makes it almost impossible to tell when he’s blushing, though he guesses Remus still senses it. “Not since he practically fled yesterday, after we… you know.”

“Ah,” Remus says. “Well… Maybe you should. Talk to him, I mean.”

James sighs, ruffling his hair with one hand. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I usually am,” Remus says with a grin. “That reminds me, Siri owes me ten pounds.”

“What? You and Sirius had a bet running on my sexuality?” James asks, slightly indignant, but more curious than anything.

Remus shrugs. “Well, no. We had a bet running on whether you would realize before we graduated. And you did!” He throws his hands up in a little gesture of victory, and James groans.

“You’re the worst,” he says. “You’re both the bloody worst.”

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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Boggie cuddles featuring Luke just flopping onto Alex unprompted cause he feels left out

first of all i love u second of all this got away from me and turned into a luke character study what else is new. this is essentially a snippety sequel to maybe you find it stuck in your molars but a) you don’t need to read molars to understand this i don’t think and b) idk if it’s good enough to put on ao3 so have it here at least haha maybe i’ll change my mind.

as in molars: luke in this is trans, and ambiguously ace/aro spec. warning for some pretty mild transphobia.

The feeling of fighting with his mom makes the back of Luke’s neck prickle and his hands hurt. He feels so dumb about how angry he is, that even after the whole length of the bike ride to Bobby's, Luke still has the urge to stomp the ground and throw his helmet down when he stops. The only thing stopping him is his mom's words still ringing in his ears, that he's certainly acting like a teenaged boy, throwing a tantrum like that. He still drops his bike, almost pettily, to hear it clatter to the ground.

The rational part of his brain, however small and puny, knows she probably meant he was acting stupid and hot-headed. Which maybe he was. If she meant anything else, why would she have supported him so far? They were fighting about the band, like always, not his gender.

But the cold ice-pick of fear in his heart keeps going over "acting like a boy" over and over and over, acting like, as in not really—

He shakes it off and takes a few deep breaths. Puts his hands behind his head, elbows out wide, and closes his eyes. Just breathes. Knows he can't go into the studio with that kind of energy, or he'll psych Reggie out.

"Luke?"

It's Alex, at the door. He must have heard Luke drop his bike. The sight of him — fingers curled around the doorframe, messy hair in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed — immediately loosens whatever ugly tight feeling was building in Luke's chest. His denim jacket has slipped off one of his shoulders, and he looks so soft and warm. Like safety and home and acceptance. Like he's looked Luke's whole life.

"Hey, Lex," he says, and it comes out a little breathless, but he tries to play it off as just being from the bike ride. "Sorry I'm late."

"Are you..." Alex begins, but he must see Luke flinch, because he blatantly changes direction mid-sentence, "... gonna come in? Bobby got pizza."

Luke's stomach growls, absolutely without his permission, and Alex laughs, rolling his eyes and beckoning Luke to follow him, as if Luke wouldn’t follow Alex into the depths of hell without looking back.

The studio takes another layer of distress off Luke's shoulders. It's dimly lit at this time of day, just past sunset, and Bobby's guitar and Reggie's bass have been propped up on the ground rather than their stands, which means they were playing before Luke arrived.

Bobby and Reggie are curled up together on the couch, both munching away at slices of pizza, and Reggie's in Bobby's lap, which momentarily startles Luke. Not because they're cuddling (the most run-of-the-mill Sunset Curve activity possible) but because it reminds him that things have changed.

To be fair, he's doing a good job adjusting. Bobby and Reggie dating might have thrown him for a loop at first, but he's getting his head around it. He's at the point now where he can handle hearing Reggie talk about when he and Bobby went out last week, without being totally consumed by without us? Was it a date? and feeling nauseous. The way Bobby looks at Reggie no longer makes him feel squirmy, even if he does still find it confusing.

And they're two of his favourite people in the entire world. So if they're happy, he's happy. Seeing them cozied up and warm and eating actually makes Luke feel better than he did a moment ago.

Kinda makes him wish he was cozied up too, though. Just without all the other... stuff.

"Hey, Luke!" says Reggie cheerfully, his cheeks a little flushed and a smile pulling across his face, but his mouth is completely full of pizza so it sounds more like "Eeuke!"

Bobby's nose wrinkles in amusement, Alex's in mild disgust, but neither of them say anything about it, and Luke doesn't care because Reggie looks so relaxed and happy, simply says, "Hey, Reg. Bobby."

To his relief, neither of them ask why he's late. He can't tell if it's because they're being considerate, or if it's because they're totally absorbed by the pizza. He's happy with it either way. Bobby gives him a little nod, and then shuffles as Reggie tucks his head under Bobby's chin, Bobby's hand coming to rest on the sliver of Reggie's hip that's exposed by his t-shirt riding up.

Luke's chest hurts. Not in an actually bad way, like it used to before top surgery, when he'd worn his binder for too long. Just in a feelings way. Not that he knows what that feeling is, what he's meant to call it. It's not jealousy of Bobby and Reggie. He doesn't want to have whatever this different thing is that they have, can barely identify it between the lines when he looks for it.

He just wishes he was being held like that, and wishes he didn't constantly feel like he has to prove himself to people all the time, and wishes he could feel included, somehow, without interrupting them.

When Alex slumps back into his own seat on the couch, Luke can't stop himself. Unceremoniously, he flops across Alex's lap, too, and reaches for a slice of pizza before Alex can properly finish scoffing, Alex’s arms coming around his waist by instinct to stop him overbalancing and toppling to the floor.

"What the — dude, get off me!" Alex insists, but his voice has none of the sharp edge that it would if he actually meant it, if this was one of those times where Alex needed not to be touched. Luke grabs a piece of pizza in each hand and shimmies his way back up to seated, nose inches from Alex’s. Offers him the other piece with a bright grin.

This feels better. Alex grumbles, but takes a bite out of the pizza Luke held in front of his face, and the last of Luke’s bad feelings melt off him. Bobby and Alex start chatting about something — gig planning stuff, or a phone call Bobby had with some guy his brother knows who might be able to do some professional-looking photos for them on the cheap.

Alex is as warm and cuddly as he looked, and Luke rests his cheek on Alex’s shoulder to eat, still feeding Alex periodically with his other hand so that Alex doesn’t have to move more than necessary, and zones out of their conversation. He’s eating, and he’s getting cuddled, and he’s with his favourite people.

When they finish their food, they’ll probably have a more chill jam session than normal, full stomachs so no jumping around. Maybe he can run through his latest new draft with them. Get Alex to come up with a rhythm. See Reggie’s eyes light up as he plucks the bassline for the first time. Have Bobby try a few different harmonies, just to see what works.

Alex’s hand runs up and down Luke’s back once, smooth and solid, and Luke can’t help but melt into him, couldn’t do anything else if he tried. His ankle bumps Reggie’s and Reggie meets his eyes, grins just slightly, bumps back so their feet stay pressed together, Luke’s toes tucking under Bobby’s thigh. Bobby doesn’t even complain. Luke nudges his nose against Alex’s throat and mutters, “Love you guys,” and they all say it back without a single pause, without the slightest hesitation in the world.

now on ao3 as well

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