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Ninja Daily: Vapors 67

"Excuse me a moment, would you?" Tsunade drawled, neatly flicking open the blue wax seal on her newest missive with a fingernail.

The brat who had brought it didn't look pleased at the idea of waiting in her office, but he didn't do more than give a faint sneer, lifting half of his upper lip to showcase those freakish teeth that Mist seemed to have in spades.

'He's a cute kid until he smiles. It's like Mist has a monopoly on creepy people. Is everyone in Mist this disturbing-looking?'

She took a moment to imagine walking down a street full of people who looked like that. Tsunade shuddered.

'I could probably end their village in a generation if I mailed them bright lightbulbs and some condoms. The problem would pretty well solve itself.'

That was an idea to shelve for later. Right now they were on good terms with Mist. If in future they needed to use 'Plan Turn On the Lights', well. She had a few spares in the utility closet ready to be boxed up.

Tsunade unfolded the paper and leaned back in her chair to scan it, knowing perfectly well that the hidden ANBU guard lurking awkwardly in the hidden alcove by her bookcase would be making sure the Mist boy didn't twitch. She ran the tip of her tongue along her teeth as she read and settled down, breathing slowly through her nose. That positioning saved her from making an involuntary wheeze of amusement when she got to the line that indicated that Terumi Mei had a much better sense of humor than had been readily apparent.

'Holy…'

She sneakily glanced up to observe the light-haired boy in her office. Apparently, Terumi had reason to believe that the sneaky bastard who'd slunk into her village some time ago and pled for reinstatement had come into contact with one of Konoha's teams after escaping from Sound. It hadn't been phrased in exactly that way, but Mei didn't want to waste resources equipping and training the boy up if she was going to find out a month later that he'd offended Konoha enough that he would be the source of a diplomatic incident.

So she'd sent him with a missive she'd intended to get to Konoha anyway and added the postscript that Konoha could kill him if they wanted, but if not, then they should send him back with her response, thanks in advance for sending a speedy reply, with love from the Mizukage.

"Pft."

Suigetsu jumped a little, giving her a downright unnerved look. Apparently, he found her amusement more frightening than she did his teeth.

It was a nice thought. She intentionally gave a drawn-out giggle for good measure, watching the way he shivered from under her eyelashes. Ah. It was nice to put fear into the hearts of men. Being relegated to an office had made that experience so much harder to come by. The middle-aged secretary didn't even respect her anymore, much less find her intimidating.

"Shizune." Her voice was intentionally raised enough to summon her first apprentice from the next room over. "Take our guest to his quarters, please. Thank you for your hasty delivery. I will meet with you again when I have composed a reply. Feel free to explore the village."

As the slightly wild-eyed Mist nin followed Shizune out, Tsunade critically examined him. The way that he walked, the impression he'd given her… Well. She wouldn't be surprised if Terumi was correct. It wasn't hard to imagine that this 'Suigetsu' had managed to clash with Hatake's team. Hatake had a foot-long stick up his rectum about certain triggers and the Mist brat was exactly the type of idiot who would grate on his nerves.

Terumi was better at this game than Tsunade had given her credit for. She lost nothing with this move: if she was correct, then Mist had demonstrated transparency and loyalty to their new allies. If Suigetsu hadn't committed criminal action against Konoha, then Terumi had significant proof of his loyalty in that he'd been trustworthy enough to take a message giving Konoha permission to kill him. If the boy had been a spy or disloyal for whatever reason and indulged his curiosity, then he wouldn't have anything more than rumors to try to sell about Mist when he'd inevitably abandon the mission.

Since he hadn't jumped ship, the boy was either an absolute lunatic or reasonably trustworthy, meaning that Terumi could begin to capitalize on his worth as an actual trained successor of one of the Seven Swordsmen. Hell, maybe she'd give him Zabuza's sword. It was probably just sitting in a storage closet somewhere.

Actually… she didn't remember the name off-hand, but it had seemed like she did remember some sort of unresolved incident in the report from team Kakashi's border assignment a while back. Tsunade trailed off in thought, abruptly getting up and leaving her office to shuffle through the chakra-sealed file drawer (also secured with gravity seals that made the ability to casually assert thousands of pounds of force to open the drawer a must. Ah, it was good to be as brilliant as she was strong) with old A-class mission reports. Hatake's team had been deployed on the same C to B class mission as several younger teams, but they'd been also working as diplomatic liaisons, so they really should have been filed…

"Ahah!," she huffed under the breath, pulling the papers out and tugging off the yellow paperclip with enough force to accidentally tear the top sheet.

The sense of victory quickly fled. She closed one eye, tilted the paper, and even tried putting up so close to her face that it practically brushed her nose. The dust that had somehow accumulated already tickled at her sinuses, making her eyes water. Disgusted, she shoved the report back into place without bothering to clip it together and slammed the drawer shut.

It was no use. Hatake's handwriting was just so appalling that she couldn't pick anything out without a fresh verbal de-briefing to help her look for familiar bits and put things together into an interpretation that made sense. What an ass.

She had no choice. It was time to call on the big guns.

"Keeiiikooooo," she tilted her head back and howled pathetically, pigtails tumbling off her shoulders with the movement.

After a long moment, where her secretary was probably mulling over the life choices that had led her to this low point, she heard the long-suffering, "Hai, Hokage-sama?"

"Have someone bring Hatake here. He needs to be scolded." She paused as if in thought. "I'll need coffee before he gets here". Her shoulders slumped inward. "Hurry on that, we probably only have four hours after he's summoned until that reject actually shows his pointy face," she muttered bitterly under her breath. Cheery. There was nothing like waiting on her own damn peons to put her in a good mood.

She could use the time to contemplate the other information she had to take into consideration. Despite the fact that the reports were garbled, it was generally public knowledge that Konoha had acquired the Hiraishin yet again. (Granted, if she hadn't known it to be true, Tsunade would have called it an idiotic rumor). All the rumors had one thing in common—they made it clear that there was a strong association between the Kazekage and the incident in question.

Even without any real evidence, Terumi Mei had apparently been paranoid and miffed enough to come to the correct conclusion that Sabaku no Gaara had been gifted with a Hiraishin seal… and wanted one herself. Tsunade could practically see the pout behind the carefully selected words tactfully meandering along the line of 'asking but not actually asking because that would weaken Mist's position'.

If the reader was an emotionally incompetent twit like one of Danzo's pets, Terumi's words could be construed as merely remarking on the many amazing potentials for instantaneous information transfer between allied nations and just what a shame it would be for Mist to lose their vulnerable, barely trained jinchuuriki after Konoha had so kindly helped them seal the turtle demon. As a point of professional pride, the seal-master in question would probably be severely put-out at such a turn in events, Terumi wheedled with a deplorable lack of subtlety.

'The miserable hag is right, in a way.' Irritably, Tsunade pursed her lips and blew her bangs out of her face. She didn't care much for Mist, but they were allies. Even if they weren't, few people were taking the Akatsuki threat seriously. They should work with the ones that did. A few days after the attack on Suna, the Kazekage had called for a summit to address the issue.

Tsunade had answered. Terumi had reluctantly answered. Rock hadn't bothered to reply at all. And Cloud's Raikage had gone to the trouble of telling Gaara not to bother the international community with his personal problems and assert that he should come back when his balls had dropped. It had been the badly-spelled diplomatic missive heard around the world. Ouch.

In other words, they should probably give up hope for an international man-hunt. Pity, that. She rather liked the idea of sharing the burden. Annihilating those animals would be much more plausible with equal cooperation. Konoha and their allies couldn't do it on their own.

Despite being the largest alliance, the alliances' enemies in Cloud and Rock were actually currently the strongest individually of the great villages. Mist was recovering from a revolution and a decade best described as 'bloody', Sand had a teenaged Kage and the legacy of twenty-something years of poverty, and Konoha hadn't managed to recover the kind of S-class monstrosities that they had lost in various stupid circumstances—to the Kyuubi, to grief, to suicide, and to their own ambitions—that would have allowed them to carry their allies' weight. Konoha was in the best position by far, but they had to direct resources to internal problems, restructure in the wake of an administration shift, and finish building up the bit of momentum they had finally regained after the Kyuubi's devastation.

If it hadn't been for that moronic invasion… Tsunade scowled, rapping her nails on her desk in poorly hidden irritation.

Terumi was right to worry. She didn't have the strength to protect her child-jinchuuriki when Akatsuki came calling. Putting a Hiraishin seal on the little bastard so that he could be yanked out of hot water would probably end up saving his life.

'Of course, it also means putting more on Aiko's plate,' Tsunade mused, considering her options. On one hand, the child had gotten herself into that mess by giving a seal to the Kazekage. Refusing to do the same for the Mizukage could result in diplomatic strain, and she certainly didn't intend to let a teenager be the impetus for another pain-in-the-ass meeting when she had other things to be doing.

She also had the odd feeling that Terumi had come to the right conclusion about the seal master in question for all the wrong reasons—the missive had indicated that the Mizukage definitely did not believe the prevalent rumor that Yamato was the one with the Hiraishin. Of course, if Tsunade hadn't lied to the other woman about Aiko's fuinjutsu training and exaggerated her experiences just sliiiiightly when she was trying to accommodate their unilateral refusal to have Jiraiya in their country even when begging Konoha for aid, Terumi would probably have taken that rumor at face value. Her choice of messenger said she hadn't—it was almost certainly not a coincidence that she'd sent a hunky, slightly older boy to escort Konoha's sealing expert to Mist if Tsunade was agreeable to giving Terumi a seal.

'I suppose that grumpy, one-eyed fuck she uses as a bodyguard was just too busy for a mission like this,' Tsunade mocked internally.

No. Terumi was probably hoping to capitalize on the real power of youth: hormones and inexperience. If Tsunade didn't have him taken into custody, this 'Suigetsu' would probably do his level best to flirt Aiko's pants off and convince her that she wanted to stay in Mist. Terumi was doubtlessly waiting with champagne and a party hat, ready to offer one gullible teenager anything she wanted if she would only defect to Mist (technically not a crime while they were allied, if the girl thought to give an official resignation). Aiko might even be enough of a chump to fall for it: manipulating using attraction was a cliché because the ploy was effective. She hadn't had either the experience or training in honey-pot type missions that would prepare her to spot and avoid the gambit.

'I should get her into sex-specific training soon, but that will have to come after this mission is over. Luckily, I do know the very best party-pooper. I really would like to see romance bloom in the air with that stick in the mud hanging around.'

"Hokage-sama? Your appointment is here."

"I was just thinking about you," she sweetly informed Hatake when he deigned to meander in. He gave her a suspicious, one-eyed glare that implied he wasn't optimistic enough to think that she'd been thinking about giving him a bonus and sending him on vacation. "Tell me, does the name 'Suigetsu' ring any bells, and do you think I should kill him?"

The twitch in his fingers was getting worse. Suigetsu scowled at a passing woman. Her brown eyes widened, and she scooped up her daughter into the crook of her elbow and hustled away with an awkward clop of delicate heels on the rock path.

'I could follow her home and open that bitch up from ribs to hips. Spill her blood all over her prissy carpeted floor, I bet.'

The thought was tantalizing. Sure, civilians weren't the same kind of thrill to cut apart as a shinobi who could actually fight for their lives, but they screamed so much better. He shuddered just remembering the pleasurable thrill. Killing was as good as fucking.

Suigetsu licked his lips, feeling thirsty. He hadn't killed anyone in days. Mist wasn't the way he'd remembered at all: the first time he'd killed someone on the training fields just to see him bleed, he'd been brought in for a fucking disciplinary hearing. And it was definitely looking like there wouldn't be a good chance to wet his blade in Konoha either. Pity.

'emI'm so sick of waiting.'/em/p

With a grunt, he pushed his way into the crowd, intentionally jarring anyone who looked at him funny with his shoulders. He really couldn't kill anyone here, but they couldn't kill him or do jack to him either. Diplomatic immunity and all that shit. That did give him a certain amount of leeway to try to take out his aggression in other ways.

A bell jingled with irritating cheer as the door opened on—was that really a sweet shop? In a shinobi village? Suigetsu gaped in disbelief, barely collecting himself in time to bare his teeth and send the children who'd just poured out into the street flinching away from him.

'What a fucking joke. Kids that age should be learning to kill, not stuffing their fat fucking faces with candy. Are they serious? There's something very wrong with this place.'

A girl who looked to be about eight grabbed a smaller girl's hand and steered away from him, giving a surprisingly pissy glare at a nin three times her size. Suigetsu snorted in approval, casually kicking his foot out to trip one of her companions. He didn't turn his head to see the brat start to yowl and snuffle.

He'd already mulled over this mission. Of course it was a sign that Mei-chan was warming up to him: it was stupid to trust one person to get a missive across the continent unless that person was very strong. He was qualified for that, but this diplomatic bullshit? It just wasn't his style. He was much more suited to killing people than to charming them, although he could be charming if it suited his purposes.

Then again, being charming might be his best recourse. This mission did conveniently put him in the same village as that redheaded bitch who'd killed Zabuza, though. If he could find her, he'd pump her for information.

Suigetsu didn't suppress the immature snicker that thought brought up. He cracked himself up sometimes.

He wasn't entirely serious on that. It was always a bad idea to fuck around with enemy kunoichi… then again, Konoha wasn't exactly an enemy right now. They still weren't Mist, he reminded himself. The only people he could really trust were his comrades, and he didn't have those now. That was why he needed to rebuild the swordsmen.

It always came back to that. That was why he was here—or why he hadn't protested this mission, anyway. He hadn't heard so much as a whisper about Zabuza's blade, which meant that the bitch wasn't using it. 'As if she could,' he snorted. It took an extraordinary amount of strength to wield one of the legendary swords. It could be in Konoha's custody, in which case being on good terms with the chump who'd brought it in could only help his case.

His normal modus operandi would be to overpower her and beat the information he needed out of her. But that would pretty well fuck-up the professional attitude he'd been grudgingly portraying. Suigetsu wasn't interested in sabotaging his own work and wasting his time.

So he'd have to be comparatively subtle. Unfortunately, he would also have to rely on luck to an extent. He already had a lie prepared—that he wanted to thank her for saving his life in that Sound mess—but he couldn't actually go and hunt her down. Even if he was familiar with Konoha, he didn't know where the bitch lived. No matter how incompetent these people were, they wouldn't humor a foreign nin asking how to find one of their citizens.

That meant he just had to hope he'd run into her. He could increase his chances of that by spending a lot of time going around Konoha. He definitely wouldn't find her in his assigned quarters or with the big-tittied Hokage.

With some difficulty, Aiko swallowed around her swollen and painful tongue. Breathing was surprisingly difficult under her stupid mask—the porcelain obstructed her nose slightly, and her tongue kept threatening to block off her throat.

She was a little disoriented and faint-feeling. The feeling had been getting a little better since she'd left Danzo, but the seal digging into her being and anchoring her chakra along certain lines was more than a bit distracting.

Perhaps it would have been better if she'd been less aware of her own chakra and how it was being entangled with Danzo's.

'I'm probably doing a shit job of my real task,' she thought, stiffly readjusting her posture. 'If some ambitious lunatic comes soaring in through the window to assassinate Tsunade, I'll probably only notice when she pounds them into the carpet.' Her attention had been wandering in the last few hours since she'd started her shift. Normally she would have been fascinated and been occupied with trying to piece together the threads of intrigue that Tsunade was weaving.

Today was not a normal day. She felt fevered and strange and had barely even remembered when she had replaced ANBU squirrel. Aiko did dully note that Kakashi was in the office, but the conversation was quiet and she didn't strain to listen in. It was all the she could do to maintain consciousness and a minimum level of alertness.

'You would think that Danzo wouldn't want to compromise his own people's abilities,' she thought sourly.

To be fair, the seal may not affect less aware users that way. Aiko had been paying attention while the damn thing went on as best as she could. It was impossible to actually see at the time: it was on her tongue, after all. But she had been able to see the stamp like tools with ink-filled needles that he had jabbed her with and then activated with chakra before jabbing the next 'stamp'. The process had been polished to perfection with the ease of repetition. Frankly, she was impressed.

She was also a little nervous. Her counterseal would definitely not work on this seal. 'Well, it could,' she corrected in the interest of fairness. 'But only if I overpower the hell out of it and don't mind that my tongue is going to end up severely burnt.'

That was definitely last- resort. A good medic-nin could repair that kind of damage, but she'd prefer to have a better seal ready.

Danzo was a paranoid old coot. She had been right about the primary seal at least: the bits that served to actually enslave the sealed agent weren't very complicated at all. He hadn't put a lot of time and love into that seal. She was at least satisfied in her analysis there: if she brute-forced her way through the bars, she could easily pick that apart. The locking mechanism was Danzo's real baby. It had been a massive pain in the ass to use mathematical sealing to pull those bars apart, and now she knew why: they weren't solid bars. She had been running algorithms again and again until she found one that gave an answer that just happened to resonate closely to the real, three-pronged problem's answer.

The seal that Danzo had put on her himself was actually four interlocked pieces. Not two, as she had hypothesized. Definitely not two pieces. The first piece was the actual enslaving agent, combining various behavioral control concepts. The other three were all locks that combined to form a fourth lock—making the Root tongue seal a five-piece seal written with four seals. That man was as brilliant as he was mad. She wanted to make something as tricky as that one day.

'At least I know why I had such a hard time picking apart those stupid bars covering the primary seal.'

What a drag.

An increase in volume jolted her back to the real world. Aiko bit her lower lip, trying to stay focused, despite the fact that all she could see was Kakashi's stiff back, blocking Tsunade's desk and face. 'I wonder what I missed? Kakashi does not seem happy.' His voice always got low and growly and hard to understand when he was upset. 'Well, that's not strictly true,' she corrected herself. 'When he's really angry… It's more of a cold, detached anger.'

"-end badly."

Tsunade was much easier to understand. Lovely diction and enunciation, that woman had. Aiko appreciated that.

"Unless you're rescinding your earlier judgment that we don't need to kill the brat, then yes. It does have to. At least we know what Terumi is planning, and the two of you can handle him if something happens on the way to Mist. Better the simpleton we know than someone more dangerous that we aren't as familiar with."

Grudgingly came the, "Hai, Hokage-sama," after a long moment where Kakashi seemed to sullenly contemplate throwing his papers to the ground and stomping out.

'Man, I really should have been paying attention. This sounds like it was an interesting conversation.'

Aiko rolled her neck, tilting her head down nearly to touch her shoulder. Oh well. It was too late now.

At least she had the comfort of knowing just how damn good the seals disguising her presence in that alcove were. Kakashi almost certainly knew there was an ANBU guard there, but he didn't seem to have recognized her. She ran her fingertips against the humming seals, taking a moment to pick apart their components. They weren't so complicated. She could replicate these.

'Could they be used on an item like my mask to obscure my chakra signature whenever I put it on? That would be useful for keeping my identity quiet around people who know me and for just plain hiding in general. I can't see why the seal would have to completely surround the user like it does here in order to work. Close contact really should be enough for it to function properly…'

That might be a nice addition to her home security. The way that she could come and go with Hiraishin would be apparent to any strong sensors who paid attention. It would be better if no one knew when she was and wasn't home. It was hardly her biggest problem, of course, but it was one that she could easily address today. It wasn't possible to totally revamp her home security in one day. The more complicated that the protections became, the more difficult and draining it would be to tie in new additions.

As soon as her shift was over and ANBU walrus came to replace her, Aiko settled on her bed with her sealing diary and sketched out the chakra muffling symbols that she had familiarized herself with during her shifts. She sketched out what she remembered seeing of the 'stamps' Danzo had used on her while she was at it. Unfortunately, her memory on the second part of the locking seal was a bit distorted and she'd missed the third altogether. By that time, she'd been woozy with the supremely uncomfortable sensation of the seal digging into her chakra system.

"At least I remember the first part," she muttered, struggling to get down her vague remembrance of the middle section. By simple elimination, she could reconstruct the rest of the seal with a little work.

Aiko couldn't help but notice that this exercise invalidated one of her hypothesis—she was definitely not barred from working on reverse engineering the seal. 'Not that I would know how to make a seal capable of such a thing myself. Maybe it's not even possible for a seal to sense preparation to make a counterseal. If the seal were binding enough to restrict such a thing, it could very well prevent me from learning any number of useful skills that could be used against Root or Danzo.'

She gave an ugly snort, barely lifting her pen in time to prevent a mistake on her design. It had been a large oversight on her part to forget that Danzo couldn't possibly forbid his operatives to learn skills that could be a danger to him when the whole reason he had a secret organization was combat-oriented.

With a squint, she envisioned how the tentative second seal would overlay the first, and what spaces it would leave for the third piece to fill in.

"Well, that can't be right," she said dryly, noting that her current version would have the third part completely failing as a locking mechanism independently. It would be easy to convert to a failed explosive seal, however. How useful. Exploding tongues would be so easy to weaponize.

Frustrated, she leaned back into her pillows and flipped to the earlier page, biting her lip. 'May as well make the first addition to my home security while I'm working on seals'. Using her recently scribed copy as a reference, Aiko copied the seal at intervals throughout the apartment, both in blood-tinted ink hidden under rugs with her other seals and invisible chakra webs on the walls that she smudged and wove into the pre-existing sealing network.

The same seal went onto the inside of her mask, beginning what would eventually be a looping structure around the rim. She would probably think of other modifications that she wanted. It would be nice to have any little help that she could while on her most dangerous missions.

'It would probably make sense to strengthen the actual mask before I do anything else, so that all the work I put into modifying it isn't wasted the first time someone thumps me.'

That bracingly logical thought in mind, she scrabbled through her seal diary for the mundane, basic seal that would make a physical object much harder to break. She'd never used it before, but perhaps she should make more regular use of that and seals like it on her equipment… Aiko got together a large pile of her equipment, both ANBU and regular, and went through piece-by-piece adding reinforcing seals. By the fifth piece, she had it mastered well enough to accomplish it with a chakra pulse instead of ink. By the twentieth, it very suddenly became clear that the sealing she had been doing over the last hours had been fighting a war of attrition against her chakra levels while she hadn't been paying attention.

"Ugh, my head." Aiko pressed her eyes shut and her forehead into her palms, bringing her feet up to rest on the bed so she could curl into her knees. "I think I made too many seals at once."

Using the chakra pulse was much faster, but it took much less out of her than using prepared ink did. Of course, it wasn't like the ink had no physical toll—it required her blood, for kami's sake— but that dizziness was generally unconnected from the experience of sealing because she didn't mix the ink at the same time that she used it.

"I'll do the rest of my equipment later." She blinked heavily at the enormous pile of crap that she had grabbed in her ambitious tour around the house for things to seal. It was covering enough of the bed that it would prevent her from laying down. She should really put it away.

"Maybe later." Aiko braced herself with her left palm on the covers and used her right arm to sweep the accumulated pile directly onto the floor with an ugly series of indignant thumps and clatters.

Guiltily, she glanced up at the doorway before remembering that she lived alone 'I can act like a barbarian now without anyone judging me.'

Smiling vaguely, she sunk down into the mattress and wiggled awkwardly to tug the blanket out from underneath her body enough to pull it over. Her bed was so warm, and so soft, and she was so very tired.

The next thing that she knew was the discomfort of a hand tightly gripping her wrist.

Aiko gritted her jaw, heart thumping and moved to sweep out the feet of the man in her bedroom—which brought her to the realization that she was standing… with a kunai in the hand being restrained… and that she was fantastically unsuccessful in knocking down the intruder because Kakashi stepped over her leg casually, giving her an unimpressed look all the while.

Her face burnt.

"Ah, sorry!" She drew her arms back the instant that he released her wrist. "Did- did you try to wake me?"

Oh god, how embarrassing. At least she still had lethal reflexes when someone actually approached her, but she really should be able to wake up when someone entered her living space or called out to her.

"Yes." His uncovered eye pointedly wandered over the mess in her room. "You must have been tired."

Aiko met his gaze steadily, refusing to look as shamed as she was tempted to feel. She was an adult. If her own room was a little messy, it was no one's business but her own. "Is something wrong?"

"No, but we have a time sensitive mission." He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away, instantly looking a hundred times less lethal. "Pack for at least a week. The Mizukage wants a Hiraishin seal, for herself and for her jinchuuriki if you're willing to take on another charge. Lucky you, you get to be the emergency communication system."

She snorted. "Does that increase in clearance come with a bump in pay?" she asked sardonically.

It took a moment to realize that something was wrong when she didn't get a reply. He… he was almost always in the mood to banter, even if it was biting. Awkwardly, Aiko cleared her throat.

Kakashi paused in the doorway. "We're required to travel with a representative from Mist. I don't trust him. Watch your back, and don't share anything remotely sensitive."

"Hai, captain," she reflexively responded to the tone of command. The reply surprised even her—since when did she call him 'captain'?

'It's not like 'sensei' or 'shishou' are really accurate anymore,' she justified internally.

His head twitched as if he was considering turning to bring up the same question, but instead Kakashi strode out into the hallway and closed the door.

"Be at the east gate in ten minutes."

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yennasun · 2 years

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Let's practice fighting! (if you're not already good at that lmao) How about a friendly sparring match? between uh.. let's say yellow and blue? can be dialogue heavy or have no dialogue at all, your choice [Request: Friendly sparring match, Yellow and Blue]

Sparring? Yeah I can do that!

For this one they're gonna be fistfighting instead of swordfighting cuz they don't wanna kill eachother lmaoo

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"C'mooon, we'll go light on eachother, how about that?" Yellow sent and irritated look from her book at the person who'd been begging her for a spar all damn day.

"Why do you keep bugging me about it?" She asked as her frustration mounted

"I tried asking everyone else and they're all busy, please yellow?"

Yellows translation: no one wants to wake up with a headache and bruises tomorrow.

After the thought passed through her mind she considered it some more, after all she and second were the only ones who could take blues raw power and keep going.

"...alright fine, it's not like you usually have this energy anyways. May as well make use of it." Blue feigned a sigh of exasperation

"I'll have you know they used to call me azure, the destroyer of beds!" Yellow chuckled

'I bet, and not for the reason I'm thinking!" She said as she poked blues belly

"Wow...rude" Blue said rubbing the area yellow poked.

All this banter had distracted from the fact that yellow knew this was most definitely NOT gonna be a light spar.

For one, blue was a hard-charging slugger who didn't know his own power. To make matters worse, yellows slick speedy style irritated even the crafty green on his best day.

It also didn't help that Yellow was usually the second on to make sparring a competition, right behind green.

They continued out of their house and walked down the wooden pathway that led through the woods and near a creek.

Once they got to the creek-side they began doing stretches to loosen themselves up, before blue took his phone out and set a timer for 5 minutes.

"Ready?" He asked

"Sure am." Blue set the timer and the two got to work.

Yellow got into her preferred southpaw stance and did her usual, working on peppering from long range as blue tried to close distance.

For the first minute, yellow bounced her right jab off of blues high-guard repeatedly, occasionally landing on his face.

Blue began working on timing the jab and slipping it to close distance but found yellow to be as quick-handed as ever, he had his work cut out for him.

Blue eventually gave into his frustration and made the mistake of charging in a straight line, hook line and sinker!

All yellow had to do was step her right foot outside of his and she had a perfect pathway to throw her left straight down the middle. It wasn't a hard punch but it'd definitely get his attention.

As they reset to long range blue composed himself and began working other strategies to get passed that damned jab.

From then on, when he felt a jab he expected another one to come after it. And it began to work, he began blocking and slipping the jabs that yellow threw.

He kept working this aggressive defense until blues alarm sounded the end of the 1st round.

The two smiled at eachother and sat down as they waited for the other to initiate the next round.

"You got faster." Blue complemented as they sat down.

"You too" Yellow replied

"I didn't even throw a punch though." He said confused

"I'm not talking about handspeed."

The 2 sat in silence until blue asked to start another round, yellow happily obliged.

Once he started the timer for the second round, the two once again got to work.

This time though, yellow was having a much harder time landing her rapid jabs and was forced to start putting punches together.

She let off a rapid combination of lefts and rights but in the midst of it, blue landed his first body shot.

It was a right hand that caught yellow in the side but this one was different, it still held blues concussion power but it was sharper and much faster.

After she registered the pain in her side she backed up and pieced blue up at long range once again, landing plenty of sharper punches to blues head.

Towards the end of the round, blue began using tactics he'd never used before.

He would subtly stick his head out to bait the jab, and then countered with his signature left to the body.

Yellow nearly keeled over once her stomach was hit but she trucked on and kept landing looping hooks at mid range to make blue give ground.

The alarm rang and it was clear to both that this was getting intense real quick, so both opted to spare the pleasantries and start the 3rd round immediately.

Yellow began to turn up the heat, landing tons of combinations while remaining defensive.

However blue continued using the techniques that brought him success in the last round, continuing to land hard to yellows midsection.

They reset at long range again, this time both had caught on to the others' new tactics and began analyzing one another.

Yellow remained the craftier of the two, clicking to to the left to make angles for her jab, before breaking rhythm and stepping out to lend the left.

But blue proved himself as well, instead of landing one punch at a time like he usually did he began landing combinations of his own.

This took yellow off guard as this wasn't a tactic she was used to, and he repeatedly caught her in the stomach before landing one to her face.

She stumbled back slightly, prompting blue to halt his advance.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

Yellow simply nodded and they went back at it.

But the alarm rang once again, both of them sat against a tree to regain their breath. They had been sparring for 15 minutes not after all.

"Where'd you learn to do that." Yellow was the first to break the silence.

"You...why?"

"It just took me by surprise is all, I'm used to being the only one throwing more than 2 punches, heh." Blue smiled that bright smile that never failed to make her heart flutter a bit.

"Sorry if I got you too bad, but props for staying up. I...didn't mean to hit you that hard." He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck

"No its okay, think of it as payback for me peppering you all day" blue laughed out loud at yellows comment.

They caught their breath and and began what would be the final round in their session.

"Wanna go all put for this one?" Blue was taken aback by yellow of all people offering to hard spar, but he wasn't about to say no.

"If you're down, then so am I"

The timer started and they got into position, Yellow began firing off more jabs that had much more snap in them as blue mixed headmovement in with his advanced, making for a deceptively hard target of himself.

Blue lunged with a left hook but yellow pulled back a snapped a right hook that caught blue clean.

Now it was his turn to stumble back, but before yellow could ask if he wad okay, he motioned for her to come at him.

It here where yellow learned why blue had wanted to spar so badly today; he'd learned some new defensive tricks to use while retreating.

Smooth as butter, he slipped many of yellows rapid-fire punches and rolled the ones he couldn't off his shoulder.

Once he composed himself, he began his attack once again.

He smothered yellows combos at close range and slipped in more of those tight, compact body shots.

And he threw alot of them too, aiming from all angles to keep yellow guessing.

Eventually yellow managed to back him off and the alarm sounded once again.

They looked at eachother for a bit and smiled.

"I think that's enough for today...I think the sun's starting to go down." Yellow looked over and the large shadow being casted by the horizon confirmed blues words.

"You're right...heh, it's really been that long. We should take a breather..."

They sat next to one another, overlooking the creek and blue placed his arm around yellow.

"That was fun, I liked that alot." Blue said softly

"All things considered...me too. I'm glad u let you talk me into this." Yellow said as she leaned into him.

"Sorry if I came off as ride earlier, I didn't think I'd enjoy it this much." Yellow said

"Don't worry about it. I was being annoying on purpose cuz I knew you'd Crack" blue said with a laugh

"Asshole." Despite her words, yellow couldn't help but laugh with him.

The two sat close, enjoying the others company along with the sound of the water in the creek and the soft breeze rustling the trees.

Before long, yellow had fallen asleep on blue.

"Hm, guess I did make you work pretty hard" he whispered half jokingly, but he was also beginning to feel fatigue claim him.

This is pretty comfy...maybe if i...just...

Before he could fight it, his eyes closed.

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That last bit can be seen as either platonic or romantic, which ever you prefer.

And in case there's any confusion my personal headcannon is that yellow and purple are left handed, red blue and green are right handed, and second and MT are ambidextrous.

Hope you liked it ^^

#alan becker #avm #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm blue #avm yellow #ava

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mapleleavesart · 1 year

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The Library

This is a short story I wrote for my H. Experiance in Writing and Lit class. It's for the magical realism prompt. Enjoy!

Word count: 864

I enter the library. The ceiling is high, many feet above my head. Columns hold up the ceiling. Most of the far wall is a giant window. Bookcases line the walls and make rows, only breaking for study areas or computer tables. A few students sit in these small openings, presumably doing homework. Many have headphones on. I make my way towards one of the computer desks.

I sit down at the chair provided, slinging my bag off of my shoulder and digging through it. I pull out my folder, open it, and pull out a list of books I came here for. I type the first title into the search bar:

The Happiness Hypothesis. Jonathan Hadit.

The cover pops up on the screen. I grab a pair of winged flash drives and plug it in. Color bleeds out onto the white feathers as information transfers over. Soon it’s brilliant scarlet, the wings flapping eagerly to get going. I unplug it and stick it in my hoodie’s pocket.

I type in a new book title. Thinking, Fast and Slow. Daniel Kahneman.

This flash drive turns yellow. The one after than blue. By the time I was done I had the whole rainbow and pink. The wings fluttered eagerly.

I stand and grab my backpack, then tie the flash drives together to make sure they don’t separate and fly away before I’m ready to follow them. I leave one out, the red one, and toss it into the air. It takes flight and sets off at a speedy pace, zooming around other flying books and winged drives.

The device takes me for a long walk. Guess I came in from the wrong entrance, considering psychology books are at the other end, huh?

It takes me down another aisle. I begin to wonder if this project is even worth it when the drive makes a sharp turn- right into the spine of a book. The wings fold together and lose their color. The day and time was recorded in the records, along with my information should I fail to return it on time. I pull out the book and put it in my bag.

I pull out the next winged drive. I don’t have to walk as far. Same with the next handful. My bag gets heavier with each book.

When I tossed the last drive, something strange happened. It took me to an aisle, then flew in a circle, turned grey and fell to the floor.

I stare at it. What just happened?

I pick it up and inspect it. Stretched out the wings to wake it up again. It didn’t work. I went and found the nearest adult that looked like they work here.

It was an elderly black woman, round in the stomach and cheeks with an intense fire in her eyes. I take a deep breath and approach the desk she was working behind. “Excuse me?” I ask in a library-appropriate voice. “Ma’am?”

She turned to look at me, a smile lighting up her face. I relax. She looked like if safety was a woman. “Well hello there!” She stage-whispered. “How can I help you today?”

I shyly hold out the dead drive. It was kinda pathetic. “I was looking for a book but then it just… flew in a circle and died.”

The woman took it out of her hand and inspected it. The grey wings twitched. “Oh, we must’ve ran out of copies. I can check the records to see when we can expect one back, if you’d like?”

“Yes please. This is for a psychology project that I’m already late starting on, so it’s a bit of an emergency.”

“I understand completely,” the lady waves her hand dismissively. “This’ll take just a sec, ‘kay, honey?”

I nod. The woman takes the wings and plugs it in the employee’s work computers- the ones with the actual records and more than just the library search engine. The wings return to white, but remain still. About a minute passes in silence.

“Oh, I see! We should’ve had a copy back by now- someone was late to return it. That must be why the poor thing was confused! Let’s see… ignoring the irresponsibility of school boys, we should have a copy back by the end of the week. Would you like me to reserve it for you?” “Yes please. Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she unplugged the now-clean drive and threw it like an airplane. It nose dived into a cup of other clean drives next to the computers, startling the living daylights out of the kid sitting there. He almost jumped off his stool. It was kinda funny. I stifle a laugh.

“Anything else I can do for ya?” The lady draws my attention back.

“Oh- no, I found everything else just fine. I’ve just never had one die on me like that before.”

“Yeah, well, we’re pretty good at having everything y’all need.” The elder patted her hands on the table. “Well, in that case, good luck on your psychology project! I’ll be seeing you?”

“Thank you. And- yeah, see ya,” I turn and head out. Time to get started. Wooooo.

#short story #short fiction #magical realism #drabble #library #if you have editing suggestions please tell me so i can can edit it before the final draft is due #I have like a week or two and my workshop group didn't show up #and my one friend didn't offer anything other than 'oh you didn't finish typing this word'#tumblr help #please i need help

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You’ll Be Okay- Steve Austin x Fem Reader (for anon who requested more steve)

June 28, 1998 • King Of The Ring First Blood Match • Austin v. Kane

Your husband, Steve Austin, pro wrestler and beer swiller, was main eventing King Of The Ring in a First Blood match against Kane, another big name in WWF.

Before the match, the two of you were backstage, having some time to relax in Steve’s dressing room. He sat shirtless on the couch beside you, his arm around you, holding you close.

There was nothing that he wanted more than to spend time with you. Every waking, sleeping moment of every day, he spent it with you. You would always help him get ready for matches, get patched up after matches, and of course, help him relax after a match.

This match was like no other match. Little did both of you know, Steve was going to return to that very dressing room, covered in blood. You were prepared, in case it did happen.

It was finally time for Steve to head out to the ring. You grabbed him as he walked out of the dressing room, turned him towards you, and kissed him softly on the lips, wishing him luck in this match.

You sat anxiously backstage, watching everything go down. Before long, Steve was a bloodied mess.

Once the match concluded, officials rushed up to him, telling him he needs to go to Medical to get his injuries taken care of.

“Would you fuck off and let me go to my dressing room? I don’t need to go to Medical, my wife can handle this.” Steve yelled at the officials surrounding him. They followed him backstage until he slammed the dressing room door in his face.

You came prepared, with towels and everything to clean him up some so he doesn’t drip blood all over the shower.

He was pissed, but you knew Steve very well and knew exactly how to relax him. You put an ice pack on his forehead to cool him off. Standing from behind, you kissed Steve on the top of his head as he was sitting and removing his shoes.

“C’mon, let’s get you all cleaned up,” you said, grabbing his shower bag and his towel. You grabbed his hand and led him to the showers, which were completely empty; all the other wrestlers had either finished showering or were going to shower at their hotel.

Steve stripped down completely, while you just stripped down to your underwear. He turned the water on, rinsing off any blood and dirt that was still on him.

You lathered up a washcloth with his body wash, and helped him wash blood off the places he couldn’t see/reach, like his back. He took care of the rest.

Once dried off and clothed, the two of you walked back to the dressing room so Steve could get patched up.

You had the first aid kit ready, so you spent the next several minutes applying ointment and bandages to all these cuts on his body.

As a cute little gesture, you kissed several of the cuts, especially the larger ones and the bruises. “I love you, Y/N. You don’t know how much I appreciate you.” He returned the kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

Afterwards, you got all packed up and got in his truck to head to the hotel for some much-needed rest.

You watched him carefully the next few days to make sure he was healing and doing just fine. He had a speedy recovery, and just like that, he was back in the ring and better than ever.

#steve austin #wwe #wwf

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klllmenowbltch · 2 years

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Mazerunner

Metal hitting each other and i see i'm in a cage with brown boxes everywhere and the cage is moving upwards. All of a sudden the cage comes to us stop and the door open the bright lights burn my eyes so I hide in the back of the boxes in my big black jumper that covered who I was as a girl. Someone jumped in and pull me out bye my arms and chuck me on the floor for know reason then my eyes met with sparkling brown eyes. we were staring into each other's eyes for a second before we were interrupted bye someone talking.

"Hello I'm Alby and this is the Glade." He said like he was happy to see a new face.

(Bye the way i was talking to my self.)

Ok good to know I'm not going to talk to you. I starting walking away when was telling me the rules when i was walking away the boy who was staring into my eyes came up to me. He was smoking hot with muscles the size of golf balls and he said."Hey I'm minho it nice to ment you and do you remember your name."

I waved to him shyly with a smile and nodded my head no. So I didn't have to speak. The week took forever to end because I have to do job to job I started in the kitchen Ben winter builder then they put me in the garden and that's all they wanted me to do but if I was being my self it will be the kitchen. They put me in with all the boy that we not important and had their own hut. So I want to the Forest to sleep because I will not comfortable sleeping with 30 teenagers boy and I don't need to see them naked or them to see me naked. I took the job of being a builder so I could build my own hut right next to the Lake so I can have a swim in peace.

1 week later

I build my hut with out anyone finding out so I could sleep in peace. The one day I'm sitting on the floor drawing I look up and see minho at the lake I thought I was the only one who new about this place but I was not. I was only in my bra and shorts on the floor when I here footsteps coming towards me. Minho came in and looked me up and down with his eyes I walked over to my shirt and put it on.

"Who are you cutie?" He said smiling

"No one important."I said trying to hide who I was.

"You coming for a swim." He said with a smile.

"Ok but I don't have a swim suit" I said

"You don't need a swim suit." He said with evil smile.

"Ok let's go then." I said. We walk down to the Lake and we got undress. I walked into the cold water and then I feel someone wet arms wrapped around my stomach and when I true my head I see minho kissing my neck up and down.

"No hicky I don't need them." I said loving this.

"Why not that how they would know your mine."He said before kissing my face with his soft lips on mine. He lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his strong stomach while he was going in and out of me slowly I was trying not to moans. His hands were moving slowly up and down my back with water going everywhere.

After that we hear the cage come up.

"Hey is that the box." I said

"Let's go check that out." He said

"I with meet you their and please don't tell anyone about this or who I'm an." I said walking towards my hut with my clothes in my arms. I got jumper on and walked out to the cage. When I get to the box I see brother so I ran up to him and hugs him so tight he couldn't breathe but he knew it was me.

"Hey bitch how are you?" Pedro said happy to see me.

"Hey speedy I'm good what about you?" I said

"I'm good but I can still beat you." He said running away like him self.

"Your so on now." I said

1 week later

I got out off bed not feeling too well and then I jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom and I throw up then want back to bed. Next thing I know is minho is walking into my hut.

Minho came up to and said "Hey Y/n will you go out on a date with me please?"

"Yes I will Mino."I said happy like I got a puppy.

After the long day of working I got ready to go to my date. I here a knock on my door I get up and i was about to open the door when i here newt.

"Hey greenie minho is still in the maze running." Newt said not happy with the sun going down.

No this is not happening today out of all days. I got dress and put my jumper on and walked out of my hut to see newt at the maze doors. Then I see Mino around the corner and the door is closed every fast so I run in and go to mino when newt trying to stop me.

"Are you trying to kill your?" He said

"Not with out you." I said

#Minhohot #Minho #min #My.Runner #mino #mazerunner

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04-98

Last weekend was wild and I've finally recovered enough to write down my experiences. Nothing like this has ever happened before.

First I have to tell you about Kay, who i met in the yagoo electronica chatroom. We had been chatting for a bit and it just so happened she lives in castle l**dale so we decided to meet the next time i was there for a rave. We planned to meet at the j** party at the edge. I was just thinking ok I’m going here to make a new friend and meet this person i’ve been really getting along with in the chat, night after night.

I woke up that morning hungover. The night before i hung out with ari and her new gf and we got so fucked up on bottles of red wine. I even puked that night, but i managed to wake up feeling ok, except for a headache.

It was a friday and i called out sick from school, and slept all morning. M* was already out at work. I get up there’s cold breakfast. I heat up a cortadito. Just then i get a knock on the door and it’s mr fortino. I’m in my underwear, but i put on some pants to answer the door. Really playing up that i’m sick. I could tell he didn’t quite believe me and gave me the same lecture about wasted potential, but i told him i’d be ready for the regional finals.

After he left i sparked up using the fabric softener. I passed out for a while, woken up hours later by chris to tell me to get ready because he’s coming to pick me up to go to the edge.

I’m listening to massive attack as i jump out of the shower and dress. It’s already getting dark. I duck out of the house and smoke another joint before chris picks me up with a few of his gay friends.

We have some vodka in the car and also rum. The joint i smoked at the beginning of the night was buzzing in the background. Someone passes me a roll and i pop it.

Once we get inside I’m able to find kay. She has short hair and a really happy, peppy personality, like a lot of people i’ve met at raves. Her friend Jess had cute glasses and was a little more reserved but still nice. I find out that they also took some e. We get excited over the fact that we might all peak together.

I brought Jess and Kay over to my group of people and everyone got to know each other for a bit. After a while I saw they were were talking to each other while the guys talked among themselves. We drifted off but I hoped i would see them later.

The pill started taking effect and it was pretty speedy because we were all so chatty. We decided to hit the dance floor. We danced for an hour and i really zoned out. I left for a minute use the bathroom and ran into kay and jess. Their rolls were going strong too and they were so happy to see me, giving me big hugs. We go on a long journey to the bathroom, talking and laughing the whole time, then we hit the dance floor.

A good chunk of the night passes. The rave is now in full swing. We're all mashed and jumping up and down to trance music. I'm dancing with Kay. She gives me this intense eye contact. We're grinding against each other during the drops, and jumping together during the peaks. She tells me over and over that she's incredibly horny. She kisses my neck.

Later, we bump into some of chris’ gay friends and they dance with us. I am dancing with one guy and he gives me a drink from his flask, and when I notice Kay and Jess dancing together, giving each other intense eye contact. They're looking very sexy.

I start to dance with them both. My arms around both of them as we sway to thumping trance music. Then I start to kiss Kay's neck. I pull up to see Jess smiling at us, enjoying what she witnessed. I gestured to Jess to have a go, she swooped in and started doing the same on the other side of Kay's neck. Afterwards Kay went in for the kiss with Jess. I left the girls to make out for a while and just enjoyed the music. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

After about 30 minutes of Kay alternating between kissing me and kissing Jess while we all danced together, Jess asked Kay if she's like to see her make out with me. She said yes, then told Jess to kiss me. Jess smiled and pulled me in for the kiss.

So now we have a situation where the three of us are dancing, making out sporadically and grabbing each other. We're just generally having a lot of fun. The rest of the rave passes without much more action happening. We're here for the music first afterall, so we just enjoy that while having some light make out sessions every now and again. At one point while taking a breather in the smoking area, Kay mentions that she's incredibly horny.

The rave ends, Kay lives close by and invites me to come over. I let Chris know and kay drives me and jess to her house. Pretty normal conversation during the time it takes for us to get there. No ones home and we go to Kay’s living room and she brings out a loaded bong. We start taking rips. She puts the tv on with no sound and jazzy drum and bass softly playing in the background. The lighting is low, and i’m loving the atmosphere. It’s as if we’re trying to be really quiet. We all start laughing when i say this out loud.

At some point Kay asks me to take my shirt off. And says she’ll take hers off to coax me. We both take off our shirts and she’s in her bra. We go to the couch where I begin to roll a joint. Kay to my left, Jess to my right. We smoke the joint. I get up to pee. When i come back they are making out. I sit down next to them. Kay convinces Jess to take off her short and now we’re all completely bare chested. I strip to my underwear and roll another joint. We smoke more. At this point we’re feeling very free and talking so openly because of the rolls.

Kay reaches at my crotch and i get hard. She asks me to pull it out and i think why not. I do it. But it’s all very casual. We just talk about penises for a minute and my penis. I lose my hardon and start rolling another joint. Jess takes off her jeans and i get hard again. The two kiss more. We keep talking and i tell them i can’t believe this is happening because nothing like this has ever happened before. I tell them I’ve never had sex and they seem surprised and tell me i’m cute. This makes me feel so amazing. They talk a bit about how far they’ve gone and such and they are both way more experienced than me. I’m pretty shy i told them, then i got up to pee again.

I go back to the couch and sit between them, rolling another joint. Kay grabs my dick and starts sucking as i roll the joint. She stops and we smoke and talk. She goes back down on me again in the middle of conversation. We keep talking for a bit more and Jess says she’s getting tired. She excuses herself and goes to sleep in the parents room.

We do some bong rips and then she goes down on me again. I ask her if i can do the same and she says she wants to just focus on me since I’ve never done this. I sit up against the wall on her bed and she goes down on me more. She strokes it with her hand, asking me if i like it. We giggle a bit and she takes off her shorts. She goes back down on me again. Then she gets naked. She lets me touch her butt and asks me to slap it, which i do.

After that we roll over and cuddle and we pass out tiredly trying to hold a conversation, while precum dribbles in my underwear. We basically slept together cuddled up for 4 hours, and the next morning when we had sobered up, we both woke up in our bottoms. For a long time we hung out in bed and talked and kissed. She pulled out my dick and casually sucked it while we talked and kissed. And then I got naked. And we kept kissing and talking, and dry humping each other, and mutually masturbating. She went down on me more but she didn’t want me to go down on her. She did let me finger her. We both came at the same time, me on my back and onto my belly as she kissed me and came. We cuddled a little longer but then I had to go. Chris picked me up and he hadn’t slept at all. He was doing bumps of coke and asked me if I wanted some but I said no, as i just wanted to sleep, and i was costing off the high of my morning with kay.

Overall it was probably one of the best and most eye opening experiences I've had.

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pr1ncesspopstar · 7 months

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Never Late - FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 25: Call it a Day

Ao3

The Warrior of Light bounced her leg impatiently. It was five minutes from close, and the merchant wasn’t here yet. In the sandstone halls of Ul’dah, tardiness was basically kissing any deal you’d made goodbye. Customers were impatient, business owners even more. Adventurers were the most of the bunch, with so much to do, time was more valuable than gil after a certain point. It was something you could never get back.

All that was missing from the fierce, dramatic black gown she was making was some embroidery along the hips, with pearl white thread imported from Othard. Her merchant contact assured her she'd get it within the hour. That was in the morning, it was now dusk. She had gotten plenty of other things done, but to have her dress still up in pins infuriated more and more with each toll of the bells through the walled city.

Her needle had just finished threading a set of glass beads together when the delicate bells on the wall of the merchant’s guild chimed. Once, thrice, seven times. The roegadyn slammed her needle and work down onto her station and shrugged on her cloak, stalking towards the front door.

“Maronne! If that bastard shows up, tell him he’s gonna have hell to pay tomorrow for wasting my gil and time! Speedy delivery, my ass!” Her shouts became grumbles as she pulled out an aetheryte ticket, ready to leave.

“I’m sure he won’t be long if you give him just a bit more time.” The sweet receptionist of the tailors guild assured her. Kind as ever, but only lip service as Halditar shook her head.

“Even if I believed that, I can’t stay. I’d be late otherwise. Have a good night, Maronne.” The adventurer bid the familiar face goodbye, and teleported away. Maronne wave, and wondered like most; what was it that had the famous Warrior of Light so tight on time come evening?

She reappeared in front of the mini-aetheryte in a snap, facing the home she’d come to know. Once an abandoned frame on an island, it took on new life with some wood work and plenty of help from friends in guild. She walked the plank and gravel path, relief quick to settle in her bones as the sound of the forest and sea mingled together. She caught sight of movement in the window, and grinned. She knew exactly what came next.

A blur of blue and yellow threw open the front door and river towards her. Halditar kneeled, scooping up her little girl in her arms and spinning her around. The child squealed in delight, getting louder as with all her strength the mighty warrior tossed her in the air. The child soaring about ten feet before falling back down, right into the safety of her mother’s arms.

“Mama! You won’t believe what grandpa Edmond told me when I went to visit him after school!” She exclaimed, little hand clinging onto Halditar’s shoulder for balance as her mother carried her in one arm. The tall roe looked at her child with all the love she had, reflecting all the same joy the little one filled her heart with.

“I bet I won’t, I want to hear all about it. And your school day too, after we decide what to have for dinner.” She said. The little girl’s eyes sparkled.

“Can we have breakfast for dinner? Eggs and toast and bacon?” She asked. Halditar chuckled.

“Sounds delicious, that's no problem…”

They returned to their house, happily chatting well throughout the eve. Halditar never wasted a moment when it came to her daughter, never late in coming home to be there for her first and foremost most, when promised. To take care of such life was salve for the warrior’s weary soul.

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ff14 #my writing

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internshipswithgladyslaw · 8 months

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Underwater Cables: 21st August 2023

This was the first day of the Shared Summer School Programme between Singapore, Zurich and Trondheim. We started the day at 12pm with Ice Breakers from the musical theatre faculty. As there were people who flew in from different parts of the world to be a part of this shared summer school, the atmosphere started off awkward and everybody had stuck to the people who they knew or were just sitting alone. Alvin, a musical theatre lecturer came in and introduced the concept of breaking the ice between all of us through using our bodies.

We did various physical activities from making eye contacts, jogging around The Cube, hip bumping in the air to jumping in the air to hi-five one another. We also played games as we stood in a circle, trying to mimic a coconut tree, a helicopter or an elephant as speedy as possible. We did all of this while not knowing each others names. This was an interesting way to break the ice with one another and have all of us feel comfortable with each other quickly.

Learning Point 1: After all the activities, we were sweating, exhausted but we were all smiling. I think that this was the first time I did not feel out of place during an ice breaker as we all just looked silly with one another. Despite the activities were rather strenuous for me as I had sore muscles right after that, I found that I was getting to know everybody quickly and it made me feel more present.

Our first meeting with Zurich and Trondheim was at 3pm Singapore Timing (which was 9am over there). I set up my instrument ready for soundcheck as Mark was figuring out the connectivity with the other two locations. It took us quite a long time to finally be able to have clear signals and have everything running.

Learning Point 2: This lengthy set up from the first day could foreshadow the subsequent latency and connection issues for the next few days till the end of the programme, which reminded me to be patient especially during all the troubleshooting and to not expect the most smooth-sailing journey throughout these 10 days.

We had a lecture by Ben from Zurich about the use of telematics and improvising through the screen. He shared the distinction between broadcasting and networking. Broadcasting refers to a one-way trip of information sending from a signal tower to multiple recipients, while networking refers to receiving and storing of information so that recipients can transfer to one another.

Learning Point 3: Ben's lecture was a great turning point for me to think about our performances on the last day and how they must be interactive between the different locations in order to show the concept of "networking". It is important to then think of ways where our interactions are intentional whilst interactive.

#underwatercables #day1

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inlovewithhisblueeyes · 2 years

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Little Star

Pairing: Dark!Clark Kent x little!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Mild violence, Thoughts about sexual assault, Depressive thoughts

A/N: This is part of the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star series about Dark! Clark Kent and little! Reader. The events of this part take place long before Bright and Tiny Spark. This series was inspired by @mianorth and overrwritten's Winter soldier x little reader pieces.

I would like to thank @perfectlystrangebabygirl for her allowing me to borrow her idea from this post.

The divider is by @firefly-graphics

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

That simple tune played without fail every time Clark left the room after wrangling her into bed. She had no real way to tell the passage time where he kept her imprisoned. Not without the same few notes repeating over and over throughout what she assumed was the night. Just like with his intentions all those months ago, she was once again wholly in the dark.

From what her hazy memory can recall, she had spent the first day screaming and pleading with him to let her go. This wasn’t the sweet Clark Kent from Kansas who secretly bought her flowers after a bad day. She tried to foolishly convince him that if he just let her go, she wouldn’t tell a soul. She even tried with tears in her eyes that even the heroes like Superman and Batman make mistakes sometimes.

“But I haven’t made a mistake, little one. You’re safe and that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Up you get so I can help with your hair. If you’re extra speedy and helpful, you’ll get a chocolate pudding cup for dessert,” Smallville cooed.

Every word that spilled from his lips felt patronizing. She was a grown woman and had gotten herself ready for years before he even was a blip on her radar. Had she never accepted his help back at the Daily Planet, she doubted that she would have ever been trapped god knows where with him. She allowed him to guide her through the motions of the days but largely remained silent.

She needed all the time she could to think of a way to get out of this damn room. Clark continued to try and get her to respond to his suggestions of things they could do together. When the man offered to grab the art supplies he bought her, she was almost ecstatic that he was finally going to see her as the adult she was. As soon as she nodded, he was all too eager to grab them from the other room.

It was already bad enough that this cell seemed like it was meant for his niece or his own child. The number of plush bears, nightlights, and baby pink bedding would have been even too much all those years ago. He probably had no other relatively safe place to keep a prisoner. She kept her eyes trained on how he accessed the room, desperate to get that part of her escape plan figured out.

When he had returned with crayons and coloring books of princesses and puppies, she nearly screamed in frustration. How old did he think she was? Of course, he brought a book for himself because his delusional mind must have thought he was the only adult there. She begrudgingly took the supplies and curled up on the opposite side of the room to try and sort out all the observations in her muddled brain.

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

She became engrossed in her work, passing it off like she was actually coloring by switching her color out every so often. The infernal man seemed to operate on a perfect biological clock and before she knew it he was mentioning that it was dinner time. He tried to sneak a peek at her work, but she quickly closed the book and stacked everything neatly next to her. Luckily, Clark didn’t pry and left to go start dinner with a gentle pat on the head.

Dinner was quiet as well. She made sure to eat the hearty meal and skipped the pudding cup. The girl preferred to let it sit for her eventual escape just in case he had dragged her somewhere far from civilization. The most dreaded part of the day was bathtime. She always tried to finagle her way out of it. Although Smallville hadn’t tried to initiate anything unseemly, having him there while she bathed was still too far.

The first time he had tried to help and she worked herself into a panic, thinking the worst. Clark had acquiesced and allowed her to bathe and dress as long as he was nearby. She hated every pair of pink pajamas he had given her to wear after. If he was so concerned with keeping her safe, why hadn’t he tried to at least find out what she liked? Maybe it was just another way to make her suffer.

Bedtime was the worst of all because that was when the dreaded twinkle twinkle would begin. It would play all through the night as she slept and would only stop once he came to wake her up in what she assumed was the morning. She had yet to find the source of the music during her late-night explorations. It was rather hard with her only source of light being a nightlight that omitted changing constellation patterns.

She would shake and push off all the stuffed toys off the bed in search. The bathroom was inaccessible without the code and the music sounded too close to be in there. The room didn’t leave many spots to hide things in, but she had to find that music box and the way out. She made sure to hide today’s pudding cup with the others in the stuffing of one of the horrendously huge teddy bears. No matter how hard she tried to stay awake to figure everything out, the melodious tune would always make her fall fast asleep.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are

The girl was surprised to wake up before the music ended. Even more surprised that she was gently tucked into the bed with everything back in its place. Panic immediately settled in her bones and she jumped out of bed to check on her hidden plans. Flipping through each of the neatly piled coloring books and crayons yielded absolutely no evidence she had ever even used them.

Rage seeped from her every pore as she frantically tore apart the room once again. Even the pudding cups were gone from their hiding spots. Just as she had finished tossing the room apart, the mind-numbing music was finally turned off. The girl knew it was only a matter of moments before the door would open and he would come in.

She scrambled to her feet and waited just inches away from the door. Deep down she knew this was probably her only shot at escaping. Slowly, the door swung open and as he started to step into the room, she launched herself at the opening. The girl tried to slip past him, but it was as if he knew she was coming. Clark easily was able to block her escape and maneuvered her back into the room.

She would not give up that easily though. The girl willed everything she learned from that one self-defense class in college to the forefront of her mind as she aimed her fists at him. She kicked and punched and tried her hardest to cause him pain. He wouldn’t budge an inch and she could find no weak spots on him.

She decided then and there that she would have to fight dirty. The girl quickly aimed as hard of kick as she could to his groin and his hand immediately grabbed her ankle to stop her. His action caused her to lose her balance and land flat on her ass with a hiss.

Clark shook his head as he uttered the most condescending thing possible,” Not impressed, sweetheart.”

It only served to make her scramble to her feet and try again. She was not able to land even a single blow before he had her subdued in his arms.

“Let me go you, bastard,” She screamed as she tried and failed to get out of his grasp,” I hate you. You’re sick. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

Clark carried her over to the messy bed before dropping her on top of the mattress. Fearing the worst, she grabbed the first thing she could and tossed it at him. He easily dodged it and the next few things she threw. She growled in anger before trying to launch herself at him once more. The man easily stopped her and got her back onto the bed before stepping away.

“You must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, little one. I think you need some time to cool off. Hopefully, by the time I come back, you’ll have thought this through,” He chuckled as he walked towards the door and slipped out.

The door closed with a bang and she let out a feral scream. She ran towards the door and banged her fists against it. The girl cursed and called him every name under the sun. Tears ran down her face as she tried vainly to open the door. Her anger took over and she proceeded to truly trash her cell.

All of the stuffed animals ended up decapitated with their fluff littering the room. She ripped the blankets and sheets from her bed before tearing up the coloring books and snapping the crayons in half. The girl continued to cry and rage as the room continued to fill with broken things. She was too angry at how easily he had subdued and belittled her. She wanted him to feel everything she did and worse whenever he returned to see the state of the room.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

A feeling of utter hopelessness began to creep into her mind after she screamed and cried herself hoarse. There was no answer to her pleas and her tears finally started to dry up. The girl was worn out and her eyes felt heavy as she sat in the mess of her rage. She knew all the statistics of her situation from her former job at the Daily Planet.

The chances of her making it out of this without sexual assault were slim and her chance of making it out alive even slimmer. In her limited interactions with him after her abduction, she could never get a read on his intentions. Clark’s face was an impenetrable mask and given her recent failed escape attempt, she knew he wouldn’t allow for any further chances.

Hidden underneath the button-ups and glasses was a surprising man of steel. No matter how hard she punched or kicked him, it only seemed to hurt her. She knew by tomorrow her body would show signs of her fight, while he wouldn’t have a single scratch. He seemed completely unphased by her attack as if was child’s play to him and maybe it was.

She had no idea what awaited her when she saw him next. The girl couldn’t help the sinking feeling that whatever goodwill she had with him before had run out. If anything, he had seemed almost caring as a father would be. He could have been much worse than the three square meals and cushy lodgings. Clark had, to her knowledge at least, never touched her inappropriately.

For all she knew, Clark could come back and force himself on her. He had the strength to given how easily he subdued her pitiful attack. She had not expected that one bit considering how gentle and unassuming he had been when they had worked together. He had dated Lois Lane for god sake and she was like a bloodhound when she caught a whiff of bad news. How could he have slipped past her radar and remained free?

There was no bright light at the end of the tunnel of her situation unless magically Superman appeared like he had when the Daily Planet was under attack a few weeks prior. She was a lowly intern, a no-one in the grand scheme of things. The girl highly doubted her disappearance would attract his or any of the other heroes' attention.

She doubted anyone even noticed she was gone with the spring internship session over and the fact she had never gotten around to responding to Jenny’s email offering a full-time position under her. Finals and the impending anxiety that came with her looming graduation had taken over her life. Clark surely could have handled lying about her disappearance if anyone asked at work.

The girl was well and truly trapped. She highly doubted she would have another chance of leaving this place alive and the dread that came with her realization shook her to the core. She had nothing to fight for now that she truly knew the man she was up against. There was no point in fighting anymore given his godlike strength. As she curled into herself on the floor, she was too tired. To her mind, there seemed to be no other option but to give up and let her body and mind slip into nothingness.

As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark,

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

#roy harper x reader #roy harper smut #roy harper imagines #friday night smut #dc #arsenal x reader #dc fanfic #dc smut #dc fanfic smut

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btssaysstudy · 3 years

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My Girl || jjk

Genre: Fluff, angst, f2l, fuckboy!Jungkook, college au Warning(s): swearing, alcohol (a lot of drinking), mentions of sex (but no smut), jk being a fkboy, Summary: Starting off the semester feeling stressed, your group had a drinking session which led to your friends interrogating you on who would you consider dating. When asked about Jungkook, you immediately said no because of your personal rule “no fuckboys”. Ever since that night, Jungkook’s behaviour seemed to change slowly but surely and so do your feelings for him Note: unedited so pls ignore any mistakes :”))

You were ready to drink the night away. It had already been a stressful first week back for the new semester. When Jimin had proposed a drinking session, you were all down for it. “All” being you, Jimin. Jin and Jungkook. Jin was the first one you befriended during one of your classes as a freshman, and he knew Jimin, who knew Jungkook.

Being friends with three good looking guys, it was natural to have had at least an eye candy on one of them. You weren’t shy about that either. You had told Jin one day that you thought he was cute and he was your eye candy. To be fair, you were slightly tipsy. You knew you tend to say things without thinking when you were tipsy. However, you were used to ‘spilling the beans’ with the three of them as you had gotten close to each and one of them.

Including Jeon Jungkook.

A classic fuckboy.

It wasn’t hard to wonder why he was so popular. He was basically the whole package. Good looking, talented and charming. He was easy to talk to as well. Whenever you had problems, you would turn to him for advice. Jungkook was a great listener and you really cherished him as a friend.

Friend.

That was all you saw him as. You weren’t sure whether it was because you just weren’t attracted to him or if it was because you knew that he was a fuckboy, which was something you didn’t want to meddle with. You stayed far away from fuckboys, Jungkook being one of your closest friends was already a huge exception.

“There’s my girl.” He greeted you with the biggest grin, stepping aside to let you into his apartment.

“It’s only because I’m here with the drinks.” You joked, passing the bottles to the muscular one between you two. Jungkook laughed, “I won’t argue that. I miss soju.” The two of you made your way to the living room, and you made yourself comfortable while Jungkook kept the drinks in the fridge.

“I’m guessing the two are late?”

“What’s new,” Jungkook laughed, heading over to sit beside you as he raised his legs on the coffee table. You were sitting perpendicular to him and decided to stretch your legs, laying them over his lap for more space, “Am I your leg rest?”

“Yes, yes you are.”

Jungkook chuckled, scrolling through his phone with a smile as he seemed to be conversing with someone. “Who’s the lucky one this time?” You teased, nudging him with your foot. Jungkook smacked your leg, “Just someone from my class today.”

“You are a speedy one Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yes, yes I am.” He teased, casting a wink at you.

Jin and Jimin had arrived together half an hour later with bags of snacks and even more soju. “We have a reason this time!” Jimin immediately defended himself as they placed the bags on Jungkook’s kitchen floor. “I dragged Jin with me to buy all these since we’re all sleeping over here tonight. So we need lots of food and drinks. It’s going to be a long night.”

“We’ll let you off this time.” Jungkook replied, “yn and I already ordered dinner. It’s arriving soon.”

“Then we can start drinking!” You clasped your hands excitedly, all ready to drink the night away.

—

“Why are you so stressed already?” Jin asked as he opened another round of bottles for each of you. You all had cleared a few bottles of soju and the effects had already settled in. You groaned, placing your hands on the floor as you rested your weight on the palm of your hands. “It’s because of the freshmen orientation next week. The planning is driving me nuts.”

“Better warn the freshies about Jungkook.” Jimin teased as he took a large gulp from his bottle. Jungkook threw the bottle cap at him. “I’m not that bad.”

“You definitely know that’s a lie.” Jin rebutted. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence.

“I’ll definitely warn them, don’t worry.”

“While you’re at it,” Jimin wriggled his eyebrows, “Why not scout for a potential date for yourself?” From your peripheral view, you saw Jungkook look up from the floor to watch your reaction. You simply laughed, taking a few sips of soju as well before replying. “I’ll pass. I’m not into freshmen.”

“Then who exactly are you into? You have a couple of good looking friends. Time to start scouting.”

“Yea, you haven’t been on a date in such a long time. Let us be your wingman!” Jin suggested. Jimin vigorously nodded his head, “Wait!” He raised his hand to sign ‘pause’ as he quickly downed his nth bottle of soju, emptying it easily.

“Okay!” Jimin eagerly cleared his throat as he got up to sit on his knees. You sat up straight yourself, curious as to why Jimin was so curious. “What’s your ideal type?”

You laughed as a reaction to the sudden question, feeling the curious eyes of your friends staring at you. “I don’t have a list for my ideal type. I just go with what I feel.”

Jin frowned, placing a finger to his lip as he thought, “I was your eye candy.”

You groaned, your head tilting to lean against Jungkook’s shoulder as you pretended to hide. “Stop bringing it up and feeding your ego.” You heard Jungkook’s melodious laugh as he reached out to pat your thighs as a way to comfort you. “There, there. Nothing’s going to tone down his ego. He already knows he’s good looking.”

“How about me?”

“What?” You sat back up, emptying your bottle this time. “What do you mean?”

“Is the soju already messing up your comprehension skills.” Jimin sassily remarked, “I mean would I be eye candy worthy?”

“You all are.” You shrugged, “You guys already know that, stop using this opportunity to feed your egos.”

Jimin laughed, ‘Okay, how about, would you, if ever, see yourself going out with me?”

You took time to think, staring at Jimin as you wondered if you would. “Yea I would. I would consider that.”

Jimin smiled triumphantly, “Of course you would. I’m an amazing catch. Okay, how about Hoseok?”

“Oh,” You nodded your head, “Definitely would’ve given it a shot. But he’s like a brother now.”

Jin chipped in as he started listing names from your mutual friends, to which you replied with a yes or no.

“How about Jungkook?” Jimin interrupted.

“Definitely not.” You replied almost instantly. Jungkook choked on his soju as he was drinking when you replied. Jin laughed loudly, clapping his hands as he laughed, “That was a very quick no.”

You shrugged as Jungkook looked at you, clearly offended. You smiled as you reached out to pat his shoulders, “Sorry…” You slurred your words, “I don’t do fuckboys.”

“So!” Jimin jumped in, “If he wasn’t a fuckboy, would you consider him?”

You turned back to face Jungkook, your eyes scanning him up and down as you pondered. If you weren’t that drunk, you would’ve caught on with Jungkook’s stiff posture as his facial features gave off a somewhat nervous vibe. “Yea I would.”

—

You had a major hangover the following morning. Jungkook had let you use his room to sleep. Despite being close friends, you were still the only girl after all and he insisted that you take his room so you could have more privacy to wash up and rest for the night.

“Thanks for letting me use your room again Kook.” You greeted him in a raspy voice as you stepped out of his room wearing his shirt. Every time you guys stayed over at his place to drink, it had become almost a tradition for him to insist that you use his room and borrow his shirts. You didn’t argue much with the latter since you were lazy to bring an extra set of clothes to sleep in.

“It’s nothing. How’s my girl feeling?” He teased, clearly aware of your pounding headache from the many drinks you had. You shot him a glare as you dragged yourself to the dining chair. Jungkook, being the gentleman he was, handed you a glass of water to hydrate.

“Feeling great. Where’s Jin and Jimin?”

“They already left.”

“What? Why’d they leave so early?”

Jungkook only chuckled, taking his phone from his pocket to show you the time. You had slept the entire morning and lunch. It was already 3pm. “What!? Why didn’t you wake me up? Do you have plans today? I’m sorry—“ You got up from the chair, ready to pack your things to leave.

“Yn, relax.” He extended his arm out to stop you, “It’s a Saturday. I have no plans except to bum around.”

“Yea right, weekends are for your dating adventures. We all know that.” You teased as you headed to his room to get changed.

“W-Well I didn’t have any plans this weekend.” He defended himself, straightening himself up in defence.

“Alright, alright. I believe you.”

Just as you were about to close the door, Jungkook called out to you, “You slept through lunch. Wanna head out to eat?”

“Sure! Give me time to change.”

—

Two weeks had passed since your drink night and freshmen orientation was finally over. You had bonded pretty well with the group of freshmen that you were assigned to. You enjoyed it every time they would call out your name and say hi ever since orientation week. Despite the torturous planning phase, it felt rewarding to have made the orientation experience pleasant for the freshmen.

“yn! Hi!” One of your freshmen, Yeonjun waved eagerly to you as he spotted you from afar, jogging up towards you and Jungkook.

“Oh, Yeonjun! Hi! How’s your semester so far?”

Yeonjun smiled, “It’s not bad, still pretty chill for now. By the way, the others want to meet up for drinks this Friday night, you in?”

“Sure! Just text me the details!”

He nodded his head, “No problem! I’ll see you on Friday!” He waved goodbye and headed off with a skip in his steps, clearly in a good mood that day.

Next to you, you heard Jungkook snort a laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“He’s into you.”

“No he’s not. He’s just really friendly.”

“Trust me, guys knows each other well. He’s into you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, a small smile appearing on your face which Jungkook caught, making him frown in response. “If that’s true, I wouldn’t mind. He’s pretty cute.”

“I thought you weren’t into freshmen.”

“Well, maybe I thought wrong.”

—

There you were on a Friday night with your orientation group at the nearest bar from college, playing whatever drinking game someone would suggest. For some reason, you were more lightweight that night. It was probably because of the lack of sleep and crazy long Friday schedule. Being the oldest since they were all freshmen, you had been drinking water for a while to sober up.

“Pause! I gotta pee!” One of the girls abruptly got up to head to the toilet. Your gaze followed her to make sure no creepy stranger tried to follow after her. Glancing through the bar, your eyes landed on an all too familiar figure sitting by the bar top. His weight resting on his arm as he was chatting up with someone you didn’t recognise. You felt a sour feeling settle in as you watched Jungkook’s date flirtatious body language.

Of course they’re flirting, they’re on a date.

You scolded yourself for feeling bitter from the scene. You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts, turning back to the table as you reached out for the nearest bottle to pour yourself a shot.

“I thought you’re sticking to water?” Yeonjun questioned, you pointed your index finger upwards, signalling him to keep quiet as you took a shot, immediately filling it up for another one as you emptied the last bottle.

“You guys want more drinks?”

“Sure!” Soobin grinned. “You got it!” You clicked your tongue, standing up to head to the bar top to order more drinks. Yeonjun decided to follow you behind.

“Hey I’ll get—“

“I’ll take it from here.” Yeonjun interrupted, talking to the bartender instead. You stood beside him, waiting for the bartender to hand you more unopened bottles.

“Yn?”

You turned around, plastering a smile on your face. “Jungkook! What a coincidence!”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Yeonjun before back to you, “I didn’t know your group was meeting here for drinks?”

“It’s the nearest bar.” You shrugged your shoulders as your eyes travelled to his date who seemed rather awkward for being left out from the conversation.

“Hey, don’t be worried,” You spoke, directed at her while you reached out to pat Jungkook’s arm, “we’re just friends! He’s all yours!” You winked at her.

“Sorry, she’s had a bit too much tonight.” Yeonjun interrupted apologetically, already carrying all the bottles. “Yay!” You clasped your hands together, “More drinks!”

Jungkook opened his mouth to stop you from drinking but Yeonjun had beat him to it. “These bottles are for the rest of us. Not you.”

You pouted as you decided to leave Yeonjun behind, feeling offended that you were excluded from drinking.

Jungkook felt relieved for some odd reason when he had heard Yeonjun mention “rest of us”. For a moment, he had forgotten that you were here with a group, not on a date with Yeonjun. That thought had made his mood turn sour slightly before he remembered that he himself was on a date.

A few more hours passed but the bar was still thriving with people drinking their night away. Your group had decided to call it a night and head home.

Your group passed by the counter after paying for the drinks. Yeonjun tapped your shoulder, “yn, I’m taking the cab with Soobin since we both live pretty far from college. How are you going home?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tried to wrack your intoxicated brain for a solution. “Probably just flag a cab myself.”

“Are you sure you can go home alone? Maybe someone else should follow you.” Soobin suggested but you flicked your hand, dismissing his worry. “Don’t worry, I’m good. Y’all just head home safely yourself.”

Little did you know, Jungkook had shifted to a low table near the entrance and had overheard your conversation as your group exited.

You watched everyone get into their rides first before you decided to book your own ride. However, it was 4am and no one wanted to accept your ride request and there were no available cabs passing by.

You sighed, rubbing your arms from the slight chill of the night. “Always looking out for others first even when you’re wasted.” You heard a voice right behind you, spinning around and almost losing your balance from being intoxicated.

“Jungkook?” You asked, blinking your eyes forcefully a couple of times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

The man only smiled in amusement, “The one and only.”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” You looked around nearby to see no one else standing outside the bar. “Where’s your date?”

“She had to go home early.”

You were too drunk to had picked up that it was rare for Jungkook to be ditched by someone else. “Why didn’t you leave with her too? Was she not up to your standard or something?” Jungkook winced at your sharp tone at the end. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you asked. Or maybe you did.

“N-No. Just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”

There was a small pause as you stared at the road, hoping for a cab to magically appear so that you could crash. However, your mind kept thinking about Jungkook’s presence next to you.

“I’ll take you home. You’re really drunk.” Jungkook spoke, reaching out to hold your arm in case you were to lose balance (or puke) any moment.

“A-Actually… Can I crash your place tonight? I don’t feel like sleeping alone today.” You randomly asked, not sure why you had said that when you were completely fine being alone.

“Anything for my girl.”

Your snorted, punching his arm lightly, “Bet you say that to every girl you’re on a date with.”

“That’s not true.” He denied it almost instantly. You looked back at him, furrowing your eyebrows as you had caught how fast he reacted. He sighed, “Come on, I managed to book a ride. Let’s walk down the road a bit.”

When you reached his place, Jungkook handed you a fresh towel and shirt to get changed into. “Use my room, yea?” He patted your head, making you feel jittery thought you weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol.

Nonetheless, you were exhausted and knocked out the instant you laid in his bed.

The next morning, you were both awoken but the non-stop ringing of the doorbell. You were adjusting to the brightness as you emerged from his room. “I’ll get it.” He said, getting up from the couch and went to see who was visiting Jungkook at 11am.

You too, made your way to the door to see Jin and Jimin smiling brightly at Jungkook and jumping on their spot.

“Why are you guys here so early?” Jungkook asked in a raspy morning voice that you noted sounded attractive. “Because i have great news!” Jin moved Jungkook aside to invite himself in. He stopped in his tracks with Jimin bumping into him behind.

“What are you doing here?”

Jimin’s head popped out from the side to see who was Jin referring to. A gasp escaped his lips as he panned between you and Jungkook. “Don’t tell me Jungkook actually got to yn and you guys fuc—“

“Gross, no, Jimin please, we didn’t.” You waved your hands frantically to deny his allegation. “We bumped into each other last night at the bar. I was with my orientation group. I got too drunk but luckily Kookie was still lounging around even after his date ditched him.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair to fix his morning bed hair. “Someone ditched Jungkook?” Jin asked incredulously, clearing not believing what he had just heard.

“Yea.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

“Right.” Jimin said in a peculiar tone that caught your attention. He had a funny look on his face but you couldn’t quite figure out what he was insinuating at that moment. You shook your head to dismiss the curiosity, “Anyway, what’s the great news?” You turned to look at Jin whose face instantly lit up.

“I entered a giveaway contest last week and I won a staycation! We can book after finals!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, slapping Jin on the back to congratulate him, “That’s great man! Sounds good, I’m down for it.”

“Still didn’t explain why you guys came barging in here so early in the morning.”

Jimin laughed, walking towards you to drape his arm over your shoulder, “It’s 11am, honey. It’s not early. We wanted to find you after dragging Jungkook along, so that we can all have lunch. But since you’re here already, that’s less work for us. So freshen up and let’s get lunch.”

“Wait I don’t have new clothes.”

“You can just borrow my shirt,” Jungkook offered, “it’s like a shirt dress on you anyway.”

“We’e just eating nearby too.” Jin reasoned.

You sighed, glancing at the mirror by the door. “But I look terrible.”

“No you look great in anything.” Jungkook replied without thinking. You had to pause for a moment, so did Jin and Jimin. “Right…” Jimin drew out the word, sounding more suspicious this time. “Anyway, he’s right. Just go freshen up so we can eat. I’m starving.”

“I’ll get you a spare toothbrush.” Jungkook headed towards his room.

“Thanks Kook.”

—

The semester went by pretty slow this time, with lots of assignments and projects. You had most of your classes with Jungkook and it felt even more tiring to have to go through seeing people trying to flirt with him.

You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much when you already knew this happened on a normal basis. You convinced yourself it was because you never really saw it up close before since your previous semesters were mostly with Jin.

“One more time I hear a ‘see you soon hopefully’, i’m going to puke.”

“Is my girl jealous?” Jungkook playfully nudged you. That nickname had made you feel like a high school teen developing a crush on a senior. He had always called you that since you became friends. But somehow, ever since you asked him about the nickname that Friday night, it felt different.

“You wish.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about anyway. It’s not like i’m actually planning to ask them out.”

“You’re not?”

“Yea, I haven’t really been out on dates recently.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, “wow.”

Jungkook laughed, turning to face you. “Wow? That’s all you have to say about it?”

“It’s just hard to believe! Is fuckboy Jungkook getting bored? Who knew this day would come.”

“I’m not getting bored. I just… Want more time to study to pull up my grades that’s all.” His confident tone drifted towards the end, looking straight ahead as you walked down the corridor to your next lecture.

You narrowed your eyes and pointed your finger at him suspiciously, “Is that why you’ve been asking me to always study with you? Are you using me to pull your grades up?” You accused him jokingly.

He only winked, leaning closer to your ear, “you know I won’t use my girl like that.”

Damn.

There was that feeling again.

—

“You’ve been spending lots of time with Jungkook lately.” Jin remarked as you were both shopping for your own groceries. Jimin and Jungkook had something on that afternoon so that left Jin being dragged by you to buy groceries.

“Well… Yea, we have lots of classes together.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I meant like outside of class too.”

“We have assignments and projects together too. We’re studying for the same thing. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up?”

Jin just shook his head, pushing the trolley down the aisle, “Nothing, I just find it interesting.”

“What’s interesting?’

There was a pause, as if Jin was contemplating if he should answer your question. “Jimin told me the other day that Jungkook hasn’t been doing his fuckboy duties majority of this semester except that bar night.”

A part of you had an inkling as to why Jin was bringing this up. You hated that he was beating around the bushes but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to get straight to it either.

“Maybe his ego got crushed after the girl ditched early.”

You both knew that was a lie.

Jin didn’t reply immediately, tossing his favourite cereal into the trolley, “I guess so.”

—

It was midterms season and you were cramming for your test alone at the library. Jungkook had another project meeting and so you were studying alone for the day. Somehow, it felt weird to not have Jungkook by your side. Almost as if you’ve gotten so attached to the feeling of having Jungkook be with you.

Someone had pulled you out from your concentration with a tap on your shoulder.

“Do you mine if I take this seat?”

“No, not all!” You shifted your belongings so that the stranger could have more space. The girl paused, taking a double take at you. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You looked back up to face the girl, trying to recall where you had seen her face. “I’m sorry?” You were confused, as you did not recognise the girl at all.

“We met at the bar at the start of the semester. I was with Jungkook that night.”

“Oh! Right.”

“He’s a really good friend you know.” She made a random remark while she took out her belongings to settle down.

“What?”

“That night. I’m guessing you got pretty drunk with your friends. He asked if he could leave to send you home since you were super drunk.”

“He did?”

“Yea. But I left earlier. Since it seemed like he wanted to wait for you.” She nodded her head as she recalled that night. “Oh but, please don’t think that I’m pissed at you or him, or anything like that. It was sweet, him looking out for his friend. I can tell he really cares about you.”

“R-Right well, we’re all from a super close group.”

She smiled, “That’s nice. But, my female instinct is telling me it’s more than that.” She sent you a wink, “Though, it’s not my place to say anything.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your gaze shifting to your paper as you tried to decipher what she meant. “I’m sorry. I disrupted your study session as well.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” You shook your head and she smiled apologetically as she decided to start on her revision. You tried to focus on your revision as well but her words kept bugging you at the back of your head.

Jin’s words came back to you as well as you recalled the conversation you had with him.

What was going on?

—

“If we don’t get an A+ for this project. i’ll quit college.”

“We’ll get that A+. I’m confident.”

You had been staying over at Jungkook’s place every Wednesday night since you had morning class on Thursday with him and his apartment was literally opposite college. You hated traveling in the morning as you had to wake up early. You guys had decided that it was a good idea for you to stay over since you could work on your assignments together.

“Anyway, let’s call it a night. We gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

Jungkook was about to prepare the couch for his own makeshift bed but you stopped him. “You should sleep in your own bed. I’m the guest here.”

“No, you take it.”

“No… You take it.”

“Yn please, just take it.” Jungkook repeated. You bit your lip as you felt a sudden rush of courage and adrenaline as you suggested, “Or…” you hesitated, “we can share the bed? I mean it is a queen sized bed, so there’s plenty of space.”

Jungkook’s ears turned red as he tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. “I mean if you’re okay w with that—“

“I’m fine with that, we’re friends after all. Though, only if you are.”

“Y-yea I am.”

So for that night, you both shared his queen sized bed, laying still like rocks. You were terribly aware of the situation but tried to appear chill on the outside. You had no idea why you felt so nervous when it was just Jungkook. Your friend. The fuckboy that you swore to yourself you’ll never be attracted to.

“Night Kook.” You flipped on your side to turn away from him.

“Night yn.”

In the middle of the night, you woke up to find yourself wrapped up in his embrace. Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt hot from the close proximity. “Jungkook…” You whispered, trying to wake him up so you could break free. His embrace only became more firm, “just for tonight, please?”

You softened from his request, his voice almost a whisper. You gave in, enjoying it just for that night, just like he said.

—

The semester was over and the four of you had just checked into Jin’s big win. It wasn’t even a hotel. It was a huge villa with a room for each of you and you were all excited for the next three days and two nights.

“We definitely need more drinks tonight. I’m going to order them now.” Jimin walked off to find a room to call his own for the next two nights. Your room was directly opposite Jungkook. The four of you were resting in your own rooms as you waited for the room service to deliver your dinner.

Once dinner came, Jimin had busted out the drinks as well. You knew it was going to be a fun staycation.

“So…” Jimin eyed Jungkook mischievously, “Jungkook, why haven’t you been on dates this semester? Is your dick not craving anything?”

“It’s just been a busy semester.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulder. You watched his mannerisms. You had known him long enough to know he was trying to hide something but you didn’t want to question him in front of everyone. You had a hunch but you weren’t sure if you wanted to confront him. A part of you was scared of the answer.

Jin glanced at you, “How’s Yeonjun, by the way?”

Your attention was pulled away and you looked at Jin, “Yeonjun? Oh, there’s nothing. I can confirm that I do not have a thing for freshmen.”

Jimin grinned, “Do you have a thing for anyone at the moment?” He extended his arm to hand you an opened bottle of soju, possibly handing you liquid courage before you responded. You took it and took a big gulp.

“Maybe.” You winked at him.

“Really?” Jin exclaimed, “That’s new. You’ve never said you were into someone the entire college.”

“I just said maybe,” You laughed, “Calm down boys.”

Your eyes took a quick glance at Jungkook, you seemed to be rather quiet for a discussion right up his ally. You knew he would’ve chipped in to give you a good tease. But he didn’t. Instead, he remained quiet, reaching for the bottle of water instead.

“Drink a bit more and we’ll find out who.” Jimin grinned cheekily at you.

“Not gonna happen.”

Thankfully, you were right. Nothing much happened that night besides drinking games and tons of laughter. You all called it a night and slowly made your way to your own rooms. You took a quick shower and laid in bed as you scrolled through social media, winding down for the night.

A knock on the door startled you and you got up to see who it was.

“Jungkook?”

“Hey… Uh… Just wanted to check in on you if you were puking.”

You laughed and opened the door wider, “I’m not puking. Do you want to come in?”

Jungkook hesitated, “I should probably get to bed.”

Feeling dejected, you stumbled over your words, “O-Oh yea, r-right.” You tried not to show that you were upset, which obviously failed as Jungkook spoke, “If you wanted to talk or something, I’m down for that too.”

“N-No, I was just asking. Good night Kook.”

“Goodnight.” He turned away but someone was gnawing at you to ask him what you were curious about.

“W-Wait Jungkook.”

“Yea?” He turned around to look at you.

“You didn’t stop dating this semester because of what I said at the start, did you?”

Jungkook froze, his eyes immediately darting to your door instead, somehow entrance by the inanimate object. “N-No, of course not.”

You nodded your head, his response answering your suspicions. With alcohol still in your system, you replied, “Mm… That’s a shame.” You watched his facial expression morph into confusion and semi-realisation as you closed the door.

—

The next morning, you got up to see Jin making breakfast. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t out so you assumed they were still asleep. “Morning, Jin.” You walked over to help him out with breakfast.

“Morning, yn.” Jin smiled at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and placed the spatula on the table. “I’m just gonna say it.” He took a deep breath and said, “Please just make a move on Jungkook. You guys clearly have a thing for each other. You two became close this semester and everyone else can see it. Jungkook’s clearly too pussy to make a move. Jimin and I are dying from this sexual tension. Please help yourselves.”

You took a moment to internalise his quick monologue before letting out a short chuckle. “I already gave him a hint last night actually.”

“You did?” He leaned closer, interested to know more about the ‘tea’. You smiled, winking at him, “Yep. I’m just going to see if he’s still pussy to do anything about it.”

He scoffed, “If that boy is still pussy after your hint, he doesn’t deserve to be a fuckboy in the first place.”

“Cut him some slack.” Jimin’s voice sounded behind you, his hair damp from his shower. “We all know it’s the first time he actually likes someone for real this time. He’s been in denial about it for so long. I’m glad something is finally happening.”

“Okay, okay, let’s stop gossiping about Jungkook as if he’s not here.”

The rest of the day went by quickly, the four of you exploring town and doing some retail therapy. It wasn’t long until it was your second and last night at the villa. You had a few bottles left from the previous night and you were all ready to finish them so you could go home with a light baggage.

Jin suggested to watch a movie for that night, you sat beside Jungkook throughout the movie. “Look at Jimin.” He whispered to you. You peeped over his shoulder to see Jimin passed out on the couch. The credits had rolled in and Jin suggested to just let Jimin be.

The three of you got up and headed to your own rooms to call it a night. Just as you were going to enter yours, Jungkook stopped you, “yn, can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Jungkook entered your room and you both sat at the edge of your bed, you turned to face him to wait for him to being speaking.

“Last night, what you said… Did you mean it?”

“Depends.”

“Depends?” He questioned.

“Did you decide to call off your fuckboy phase temporarily just so you could be my type for now and then go back to your own ways later on?”

Jungkook shook his head, “N-No, no. It’s definitely not because of that.”

“Then why’d you suddenly change this semester. It can’t be a coincidence especially after our drinking session at the start of the term.”

He sighed, “I know. I know it looks suspicious. I didn’t change because it seemed like a challenge or something temporarily. I already had a thing for you the previous semester.” He admitted, and your eyes widened in disbelief.

“You did?”

He nodded his head, looking at his hands as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

“I didn’t do anything because I figured, we’re all friends and you won’t see me that way. But then you said it was because I was a fuckboy and I just wanted to change. I thought maybe things could be different if I changed.”

You didn’t say a word as you didn’t know exactly what to say. Jungkook took this opportunity to continue. “I started to like you even more this semester. Especially since we spent so much time together with lectures and projects. Even if you do reject me, that doesn’t mean that I’ll go back to my old ways. That phase is truly over.”

You just looked at him, a small smile tugging on your lips. Internally, you were practically squealing with your heartbeat racing rapidly. With a nervous chuckle, he asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I meant it. What I said last night.”

Jungkook broke into a smile, “I’d love to kiss you right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

Jungkook reached out his hand to cup your face as you both leaned in, feeling his soft lips on yours was something you never thought would have happened. You felt him apply more pressure as he pulled you in closer.

“Sleep with me today.” You said breathily as you pulled away.

“Anything for my girl.”

—

“You know, you owe me extra for not only letting you experience a free staycation but also basically helping you start your relationship.” Jin smugly remarked as you checked out from the villa.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook will treat you to good food.”

“Me?!”

You grinned, “Yes, you.” He sighed, “Can’t say no to my girl, can I?” He pulled you in closely, planting a kiss on your forehead. Jimin groaned, playfully shoving him. “Barely a night as a couple and you’re already a big softie. Never thought I’d miss the fuckboy phase so much.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, “Sorry, that phase is gone for good.” His gaze shifted to you, to which you returned with a smile. “Just the way I like it.”

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imaginationteashop · 3 years

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Inosuke doesn't know what he's feeling when he meets you, he just knows that it makes him mad.

It was just a little injury that left him in the need of being cared for at the butterfly estate, but or at least he said it was little, broke it down to being no more than a paper cut despite the fact he was unable to move for nearly a week.

It didn't make sense why his chest tightened and his stomach fluttered as he woke up to you standing over him, gently redoing the wrappings on his arm. He questioned, just for a moment, if you were a demon. It wasn't that you smelt like one, he just couldn't fathom a human looking like you did. Clearly, at least to him, it was a trap to seduce and lure, and it was working, not that he would admit it.

The days went on like that, waking to you caring for him, even sitting on the edge of his bed and helping him eat and drink when he struggled to lift his arms to his face. He was ready to refuse, to snap and huff and shout, but it all fizzled out when you perched yourself next to him, then lifted up the bowl and offered to help him drink some broth.

When he was finally able to stand, it wasn't for long, and despite his pride screaming at him, he was almost overjoyed when his legs gave out from under him and you were standing there to stop him from dropping straight to the floor, easing him back into the bed with a little whine about how big and heavy he was that made his cheeks turn pink.

He was absolutely sure it couldn't get any worse until you walked into his room one afternoon with a bright smile on your face and his boar head in your hands. Inosuke was sure that be had lost it, the head being blown off of him and sent somewhere far away during the fight he was injured in. There it was, sitting pretty in your hands, looking better than ever before.

"I hope you don't mind," you began, walking forward, "it was found while some teams were inspecting the area, and they brought it here, so I fixed it for you." Inosuke could barely breathe as you placed the pelt down on his lap, then showed him what you did. "Some areas were torn, so I sewed them up, and I brushed it. I wanted to wash it, but I thought that might be too far since it would alter the," your nose crinkled, "smell too much."

Inosuke panicked. He felt like he was boiling, and the fluttering in his stomach made him feel almost sick, and his chest was tight, the battering of his heart went from just fine to painful, making him swear it would come right out his chest. He took the head carefully, fingertips brushing yours for just a moment making him jump, then in a speedy motion he pulled it over his head and closed his eyes.

If he couldn't see you, maybe it would be fine, but he could smell you, and the smell was covering his mask. Maybe you couldn't smell it, but he could, and it was surrounding him, making him dizzy and anxious. Just how much did you touch it? He felt like he might as well be buried in you, and that thought didn't sound so bad.

"What's that thing," he started, taking in a shakey breath, "the thing where a specific thing makes you really sick?"

"....an allergy?"

He nodded, and his breathing got heavier. "You."

"Me?"

"You. You are my allergy." That got a snort. He thought he was allergic to you?

"Well, what are your symptoms?"

"Dizzy... stomach hurts... chest hurts... you make me feel hot..."

"Oh, Inosuke," you laughed, placing your hand on his shoulder, and he tensed, his skin feeling on fire where you touched him, "I don't think you're allergic to me. Do you know what a crush is?"

"Crush? Like... smashing?"

"No, no," you shook your head, "like... y'know how Zenitsu is around Nezuko? That's a crush."

"....." He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to take in what he was hearing, and nodded. He wasn't Zenitsu, but that sounded... almost right.

".....Inosuke?"

"....what do you do with it?"

"Well, you have to see if that person has a crush on you back first."

"Oh." He frowned. "Do you?"

You thought, running your hand down his arm, then resting it on his bicep before squeezing. "....yeah. Yeah I do."

Inosuke felt like he could breathe again. "What's next?"

"Next?"

He nodded. "Next."

You thought, raising your hand to cup your jaw, and moved your mouth to the side. "You do... you do stuff like this." You leaned down, pulling Inosuke's mask up, and moving in, doing your best to ignore the smell, and pressed a small kiss to his jaw.

Inosuke's eyes went wide, heat rising to his face. "How long until I'm all better?"

"Oh, at least a few more weeks, but before much longer you should be able to wander the grounds. Why?"

"....no reason." Inosuke turned away, crossing his arms and thinking.

You hummed, fixing his mask, then stood up to continue with your duties. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be back soon." You smiled, and Inosuke felt his heart quicken again.

He shook it off as you left the room, knowing he had other things to worry about. He had to court you. Maybe the mansion had some acorns somewhere in the garden...

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h03-ington · 3 years

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pietro x male reader where it’s movie night and cuddles and fluff turns to kisses and smut real quick 😫

A/N: im really proud of this fic so enjoy LOL, i also have one more atj request so stay tuned xoxo

warning: smut

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it was an exhausting week for the team. more crime than usual, and a whole lot of training. but it's all part of being an avenger, unfortunately.

you and pietro were both craving some intimate, sweet time with one another, and tonight was a great time.

the other avengers were watching a movie on the cinema floor of the tower, while you and pietro decided to watch one by yourselves, in your room.

"i'm feeling... romcom!" aaron says, smiling sheepishly

"romcom? really?" you say, unimpressed

"well, i'm tired, i don't wanna watch horror, scare myself and get even more tired!"

you chuckle "fine"

you choose the first movie you see, then cozied up to pietro, resting your head on his chest, looking at the tv, hearing the netflix intro play

you could not have chosen a more boring movie, but you both were enjoying this time together. the little stupid jokes in the movie making you giggle and laugh together, feeling his heartbeat syncing with yours, his hot breath under his nose, his warm body pressed along yours, his soft hands wrapped around your waist holding you close to him, protecting you from all the bad in the world

out of nowhere, you lifted your head up a bit, and kissed him on his cheek, making him turn towards you

"you don't like the movie?" he looks down at you

"we're like 2 hours in, how long does it go for?"

pietro pressed a button on the remote, showing 2 hours more left in the movie

"this is the best you could pick?"

"i just chose the first thing i found!"

"okay. next time though, I pick."

"are you saying i don't have good taste?"

"depends on what kind of taste you're talking about.."

it took you a few seconds to process what he just said, and when you finally got it, your expression changed and pietro started cracking up

"oh screw you!" you smile and punch his shoulder playfully

"screw me? sure thing" pietro smirks

you scoff

"fine, speedy boy. only because i wanna apologize for terrible movie choice, kay?"

"okay-" he laughs

you take the blanket that was covering the both of you off, and straddle pietro's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"you're already hard?" you tease him.

"i mean... who wouldn't be with this beautiful sight in front of them?"

"cheesy ass.."

"i meant the guy in the movie, not you"

"oh shut up" you laugh and pull him close to you, kissing him deeply. he bites your bottom lip, making you part your mouth slightly, letting his tongue enter, both your tongues fighting for dominance, yours somehow winning.

you push him into the bed and pull away from the kiss, quickly getting off of him and taking his sweatpants and boxers off in a swift move, revealing his hard cock.

"so eager, speedy boy" you tease him more

"since when are you a dom?" pietro chuckles

"what? you don't like it?"

"maybe i do.. just a bit"

you smile. "good boy"

"okay, not that part"

"it sounds hot though!!"

"can you just suck me off already?"

you scoff, and lean down towards his hips

"needy ass" you say, licking his v-line and around his crotch, kissing his thighs softly. you play with his balls a bit, avoiding his cock at all costs

"stop fucking teasing M/N." he says in a raspy and grabs you by your hair

"open wide" he smirks and forces you on his meaty cock. you obey and start sucking, bobbing your head up and down, playing with his balls as he holds your hair

"just how i like it, fuck" he moans "get this dick ready for your hole"

you lick his whole shaft, lubing it all up with your spit, and kissing the tip right before pulling away, looking at him

"look at your face. so desperate for me. see? i'm better when i'm in control." he smirks

you get up and start kissing him intensely, making sure he tastes himself in your mouth

he pulls away from the kiss "you need prepping?"

"no, i prepped earlier today"

he scoffs "of course you did."

he reaches for his hard cock, positioning it right under your hole, grabbing onto your hips, pushing you slowly onto his cock. you moan loudly as he smiles proudly.

since you prepped, you quickly got used to his cock and started thrusting yourself up and down, your moans and pietro's small grunts filling the room.

"see? i can be dominant" you breathe out.

"no. you can't" pietro grabs both of your hips and thrusts you up and down at the quickest of speeds.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT!"

he then brings his pace back to a slower one as you were trying to catch your breath.

"beat that" he bites his lip, smirking

"fine, you win- FUCK!" you moan as pietro hits your prostate. you were a moaning mess with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while he was grunting every so often.

"how are you not getting tired?" you ask, breathily.

"well, i'm quicksilver" he laughs

"fuckin' quicksilver.."

"watch your mouth" he slaps your asscheek, making you moan in pleasure

"FUCK I'M CLOSE!"

pietro then quickly takes his cock out of your hole and puts it under yours, stroking both of your cocks, reaching your climaxes.

you and pietro's moans, grunts and curses filled the room as you finished together.

cum dripped on pietro's hand and your thighs.

pietro then got a towel from beside the bed and cleaned you and himself up.

"you're not going off that easily y'know.. next time i WILL dominate you!" you say, determined.

pietro scoffs, laughing "try me."

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kalivda · 3 years

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Whatever it Takes

(Pietro Maximoff x Fem! Barton! Reader)

Summary: what was supposed to be a simple mission turns into a battle for the ultimate sacrifice

Warnings: character death, sadness but idk if this is that sad, mild cursing

Word Count: 1.3k

“Welcome.” A voice rang out. I started to pull out the bow and arrow my dad let me borrow, Pietro ready to run. The voice continued to speak. “Pietro, son of Iryna. Y/N, daughter of Clint.” I stood shocked and let my bow down. How in the hell did this weird voice know my dad’s name? “Yeah and who are you?” Pietro asked. “Consider me a guide…to you and to all who seek the Soul Stone.” Pietro and I looked at each other before cautiously walking towards the floating figure that stood near us.

“Right. Okay. Just tell us where the stone is and then we’ll leave you alone for eternity.” I said, growing frustrated on how long this was taking. The floating guy started speaking in German, and I was about to demand for answers when he said stepping closer, “If only it were that easy.” His face was red and he didn’t look human at all. He walked away from us as we both shrugged our shoulders and followed.

The weird guy walked to the edge of a cliff, looking down upon it. “What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.” I looked over the edge and saw a long way down. Shuddering, I walk away from the cliff and sat on a nearby rock. “The stone must be down there then, no?” Pietro asked. “For one of you. But for the other…” The man replied.

I stood up quickly and ran over to Pietro’s side. “He doesn’t mean-” “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul.” Things got silent and the floating figure moved away from us. “So one of us need to die for a rock? Bullshit.” I said, kicking a small pebble. “Must be a coincidence-” “You heard what Nebula said. Thanos murdered his own daughter for that stone. So he isn’t joking.” I bit my fingernail, anxiously rocking on the balls of my feet.

“What’s the odds we both got put on the sacrifice planet?” Pietro asked, laughing a bit at the end. “Look, one of us needs to die. If we don’t decide now, my brothers, sister, and mom wont come back. My dad NEEDS them back. So…whatever it takes.” I took a bow out of its holding place and twirled with it.

“If you want me to-” “You’re not jumping off of that cliff. Not ever. Jur pe viața mea.” I looked shocked as he said that. “I have to. If it’s for my family, I’ll do it.” I said, tearing up a bit. “You are very stubborn, you know that right?” Pietro asked. “I get it from my dad.” I took his hands into mine and exhaled a little bit, kissing his hand. “This is too hard. I can’t see you die, but I can’t let people stay dead.” “My sister won’t come back if I don’t do this. She’s all I have left. Please just let me jump-” “And tell her THAT kind of news? No, she deserves to be with you.”

We stared at each other in silence. “Prinţesă, let me do it.” Using his speed, he knocked me off my feet as I ended on the ground. “Son of a bitch!” I yelled, feeling my head throb. I took out an exploding arrow and shot it directly next to him. He fell in surprise as I ran towards the edge. Gaining his senses, he pushed me to the side, but I grabbed his ankle, as both of us rolled off the side of the cliff. He used one hand to keep us steady.

I looked below me and the drop looked horrifying. I looked up at Pietro and said with tears in my eyes, “Let me go. Tell my dad I love him.” He looked just as upset as me. I’ve never seen him cry, but he had a tear-streaked face. “I can’t.” With one last look up at him, I say to him, “Te iubesc atat de mult.” He immediately understood and tried to grab my second hand. But I kicked the cliff, falling out of his grasp.

Third Person POV:

Pietro woke up in a pool. One of his hands were closed and he opened it, showing the glowing, orange stone. The soul stone. The stone that Y/n had to die for. “You were very stubborn, you knew that huh?” He asked out loud, sniffling a bit and holding back a sob. He took the remaining Pym Particles he had to go back to 2023 so the mission could be finished.

All the Avengers came back into the lab. However, one person was missing. “Speedy Gonzales, where’s Katniss?” Tony asked, seeing one less person. Clint looked his direction and a look of horror came when he saw a broken arrow in his hands. “A soul……for a soul.” Pietro said quietly, looking at the arrow. “Speedy you mean to say that she-” “She wanted you to know that she loved you. So much.” He said, looking at Clint. Natasha ran to Pietro and hugged him. “I tried everything, she was so set on dying for that stone.” He cried into Natasha’s shoulder.

“What am I gonna tell Laura? She’s gonna- I-”Clint was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe it. His daughter was gone. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to let her come. He felt a wave of guilt go over him and he fell to his knees.

Time skip

After the six stones were retrieved, with Bruce snapping, everyone was able to come back. And with a selfless sacrifice of Tony Stark, all seemed well. Well, not for everyone.

Everything was quiet at the Barton house. A knock at the door changed that. Laura got up and ran to the door. She opened it to find Clint, Wanda, and Pietro. Stepping to the side, she let them all in. “Clint! Oh my god I haven’t seen you in what? How long as it been? Jesus I can’t even begin to explain what happened. I was just making you and the kids lunch and then-” “She’s gone.”

Laura sat on the couch. “I’m sorry?” Lila came downstairs to see what was going on. “Dad! You’re back! And you brought Aunt Wanda and Uncle Pietro!” Wanda warmly smiled at the teenage Barton girl. “Laura….its- it’s Y/n….she died….” Laura stood up looking at the three of them, Lila standing in shock. “ That’s funny. She wouldn’t. Not without saying goodbye at first. Right mom?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“Lila….go get Cooper and Nate.” Lila ran off upstairs. “Clint, what do you mean?” Pietro looked at Laura with guilt. “In order for you guys to come back, we had to find these stones. Umm…” He got choked up and Wanda rubbed his back. At that time, Lila came back with her brothers, both looking confused.

“For the stone we had to get, one of us had to sacrifice ourselves. I swear Mrs. Barton I tried. I did everything in my power to let me be the person that fell. She just went on and she-”He couldn’t find the words. “Is- is it true? Is my sister not coming back?” Cooper asked. Everything was quiet. “Yeah bud. She isn’t coming back.”

Pietro looked at the Bartons, mourning their loss. “You know it wasn’t your fault right?” Wanda asked as they walked outside to sit on the porch. “I feel like it is though. I could’ve been faster. I could’ve stopped her. It should’ve been me.” Wanda softly slapped him on his cheek.

“Don’t say that. She loved you so much she sacrificed herself for you. You can’t blame yourself.” Wanda held onto her brother’s hand. He looked ahead at the distance. “Whatever it takes…” He still remembered those words. He carried those words with him. It was all that he had left of her.

“Whatever it takes.”

Translations (used with google translate so sorry if it isn’t 100% accurate!) :

Jur pe viața mea- I swear on my life

Prinţesă- Princess

Te iubesc atat de mult- I love you so much

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blahkugo · 4 years

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Manual

Terushima Yūji x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

Word Count: 4.5k

TW: dub/noncon (noncon filming & voyeurism), manipulation, drugs (weed and alcohol), implied virginity, degradation, exhibitionism, daddy kink

A night of danger and debauchery with the city’s infamous drug dealer.

It was a simple enough text that started it, but you’re not even sure how he got a hold of your number. A few days ago, a plain ‘hey’ had flashed across your screen and before you knew it, you were agreeing to go for a ride in his speedy car. ‘How fast is it?’ you had asked as an attempt to stall the conversation. But it was his reply that settled it for you: ‘As fast as you want it.’

It’s stupid how easily swayed you were, but the words left a knot in your stomach that you had never encountered before. Like a ship setting its anchor on the seafloor, though not one of anxiety nor tension caused by any of the usual stressors of your life—something entirely alien. The real issue wasn’t its unfamiliarity, but how much you took pleasure in it. And as ships do, the feeling set sail as quickly as it appeared, and you were left wistful and aching for its return.

Never had you been like your classmates at the private school, who used familial wealth to excuse week-long benders and avoid lengthy jail sentences, because never had you felt that depravity necessary. But as you make your way down the block, you envision daddy waking up to find his little girl simply vanished, and you can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across your face.

When you arrive at the grimy, red sports car— music blasting through the open windows despite the dead quiet of the block— that ball of thrill settles in your gut yet again. As long as you’re in the company of Terushima Yūji, you’re well aware that the feeling isn’t going to go away.

The car is low. So low, in fact, that you have to balance a hand on the roof and slide in legs first. How does he even drive around in this metal death trap without scraping the asphalt? Your leather skirt bunches and slips further up your thighs no matter how hard you tug it lower.

“Alright?” It’s the only form of greeting he calls out to you over the ear-splitting music. Terushima eyes your lustrous, bare legs resting in the passenger seat of his beat-up Camaro, but doesn’t bother turning down the tune. He’s not very polite, but you didn’t exactly accept his offer to be drowned in refinement, did you?

“I’m okay,” you shout, struggling to be heard over the booming voice rapping about ‘drugs and bitches.’ Typical. “How are you?” You’re not sure if it’ll break the ice, not even sure he wants to speak at all, but anything’s better than fidgeting awkwardly in your chair with nothing but the god awful music to drown out your anxiety.

He mumbles back a simple reply, fixing his gaze on your breasts straining against the tight, low cut tank. You fished the two-piece outfit out of the depths of your wardrobe, a revealing number borrowed from a friend that you never even bothered trying on before tonight. His stare has you itching to cross your arms over your chest, but you hold out. You can’t have him thinking you’re a prude, even if it is the truth.

His hand grips the stick shift lazily and before you know it, the engine is rumbling and you’re peeling away from the curb. Terushima’s driving is every bit as reckless as you assumed, stop signs appearing to be soft suggestions rather than mandatory decrees. The residential roads are practically deserted, but the lack of caution has your heart racing wildly all the same, fingers clutching at your seat. As the adrenaline rushes through your veins, your stomach sinks further into the frayed leather seat.

When the music is shut off abruptly, you believe he must finally want to speak to you, perhaps even exchange pleasantries— but the next words out of his mouth are a sly,

“Do me a favor, yeah?” You nod, before realizing his eyes are still fixed on the road ahead. It’s not like it matters anyways, because he continues on as if you had answered him. “Grab the bottle under your seat for me, princess.” Princess. It’s uttered so nonchalantly, but there’s a certain edge to his tone— the tiniest hint of a teasing lilt. You don’t like it, but logical as your brain may be, your stomach still swirls with butterflies.

Swiping at the floor, you search until your fingers make contact with glass. Low and behold, you pull out a bottle of–

“Smirnoff,” your eyes scan the label intently, attempting to place the emblem among the liquors you’ve seen at the country club. While you weren’t exactly expecting a water bottle— that’d be much too off brand for Terushima— you aren’t too keen on the idea of reckless and intoxicated driving. He glances towards you once, but doesn’t make a move towards the drink at all.

Only a few seconds later, he shoots you another look, single brow raised in quiet anticipation. The long-forgotten burdens of high school peer pressure washes over you again, fingers quivering as you unscrew the cap.

You’ve never had vodka straight out of the bottle, never had vodka in general except for when it’s mixed into your cocktails. But his expectation weighs heavy in the confined space. So, fuck it. What did you come out with him for if not to live a little?

Nail polish remover, children’s cough syrup, and liquid fire. That’s all you taste as the lukewarm fluid glides down your throat. The burn is unbearable, but a pool of warmth oozes through your chest and your hand relaxes a bit on the edge of your seat. You don’t even realize that you’re coughing.

“First time drinking?” He offers you a lazy smirk, tone edged in ridicule.

“What?” Holding your breath, you silently beg the itch in your throat to disappear. “No, I- I have wine with dinner.”

The laugh that rumbles through his throat is deep and hoarse, much too loud to be laughing at your comment— and thus, is only perceivable as taunting. Even so, you can’t deny the seduction threaded into his smoky vocals, or the wire deep within your core, pulled taut and ready to snap at any moment.

“Wine,” he snickers again. “You’re funny, you know that?” He swipes the booze out of your hands and chugs. If there’s ever a proper time to start worrying, it’d be now. But at least he stops for lights?

Besides, you can’t say you’re not enjoying the view. Terushima’s defined jaw ruts outward with every swill, his lips puckered towards the bottle as if his life depends on it. As cautious as you should be, he’s too pretty to keep your eyes focused anywhere else; your mouth surely knows it, practically salivating at his Adam's apple, bobbing as he gulps. If you reach your hand out just a few inches, you can run your fingertips against it and–

“Gross,” he pushes the bottle back towards you.

“Black cherry,” you counter, as if it’s an explanation for the disgusting taste.

“Is that the flavor I nicked? Damn, wasn’t paying enough attention,” he shrugs.

“Nicked?” Mouth agape, you stare intently at the side of his face and hope for a valid answer.

“Bottle looked lonely, so I swiped it,” he brushes a finger at the alcohol trickling down his lip; one of your own digits twitches in envy. “Is that too criminal for you, princess?”

So he is mocking you. The vodka must be melting your brain, because all your body comes up with in response is a wind chime of a soft laugh— an entirely foreign noise to your ears. It must be a mistake, or the music playing tricks on your hearing, because you don’t giggle.

Still, according to Terushima’s awful pet name, you have something to prove. Not sure how else to shut him up, you opt for the easiest way out.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” The bottle meets your lips and liquid fire waltzes through you again. Seconds pass as you chug, the haziness of your last sip urging you to down just a teensy bit more. Just enough to get you tipsy, just enough to prove him wrong, just enough to drown out the voice in your head claiming this is a terrible idea.

This time, you don’t cough.

“‘Atta girl.”

Then, you’re drinking, and he’s drinking, and the two of you are having the grandest of times. Never mind the fact that he’s consumed far less alcohol than you have, or that lines are blurring and you’re no longer able to see straight. Gone is the anxiety you were plagued with upon meeting him and the worries that shadow you day and night in your regular life. And that’s all that really matters.

He blasts the music once again. Maybe it isn’t as terrible as you originally thought. A deep, pumping bass resonates through every bone in your body and Terushima seems to be pressing the pedals harder with every beat.

Up you go, higher, higher— higher?

Your eyes have been scouring the mischievous man next to you so intently that you never bothered to ask where you were going. But can you blame yourself? Even now, as you round up the side of a cliff, every thought passing through your murky brain pertains to him.

His lazy half smile that won’t drop, as if he’s keyed in on a secret that’s all his own, lidded eyes that make him look entirely apathetic and alluring all at once. Hell, even his fingers are beautiful. Slender and graceful, one hand is placed leisurely at the wheel and the other is shifting the gear stick with meticulous precision. Terushima Yūji has always struck you as raw and vulgar, but now you see there’s a sense of finesse to him as well— and of course, you’d need to be halfway into a drunken stupor to truly notice it.

You’re shaken from your thoughts once he cracks the windows, hair whipping around violently. If you only knew the lyrics to any of these songs, you’d be singing along. Instead, you settle for kicking your legs out the window and tapping your fingers to the beat. Who cares that your fingers are moving too slowly to match the rhythm?

Terushima says nothing at your erratic behavior, only smirks when your head leans against his shoulder and you stare idly up at him. Relief. It’s the only identifiable emotion you’re able to place in the midst of this haze. Yes, the world is foggy and black spots take over half your vision. But you hold onto that feeling— the breeze, the weightlessness. All the while, the anchor in your gut makes its home further into the sand.

“We’re here,” he chuckles, pointing at your windswept hair when you turn to him. It’s the first time his laugh sounds genuine, bubbling up naturally instead of forced and vicious. And he’s finally looking at you; not in stolen glances, with eyes glazed over in mockery or lust, but truly looking at you. You break out of the murkiness clouding your brain to catch what ‘here’ is, only to gasp at the sight in front of you.

He’s brought you to the very top of a cliff, overlooking the city. Cars and buildings seem nothing more than blips on a map, insects to your God-like view.

As beautiful as they are, the dazzling lights of the world below you pale in comparison to the deity seated inches away. It’s difficult to believe that you had never once taken notice of him, though your younger self filed him away as a troublemaker—an invaluable waste of space— based on gossiped knowledge and without a second glance.

“Y’know what I never noticed?” You’re well aware the words tumble out a whine, drawn out and a bit slurred, but proper diction is the last thing on your mind. “You’re really pretty.” As soon as you’ve said it, your face is set ablaze. Control yourself.

“Pretty? Haven’t heard that one before,” he throws his head back and you’re struck with that gruff, raspy laugh once again.

“But you are,” you’re unable to contain yourself at all now, all proper thoughts replaced by the cut of his cheekbones, the messy bleached hair tumbling over his sleek undercut— and best yet, the tiny piece of metal prodding through his tongue and now balanced between his teeth. “A pretty bad boy, with pretty teeth, and a pretty piercing, and you texted me why?” With the hurried words, another wave of heat spikes your body.

Perhaps his eyes brighten at your little confession, or perhaps his face gives away nothing. You can’t really tell much of anything.

“You really wanna know?” You nod hungrily at his whisper, his hushed tone teeming with temptation. Terushima creeps closer, so much so that you feel his breath fanning your face. Underneath the overwhelming scents of cigarettes and booze, he smells a bit like tea leaves. Strange, but pleasant. “Are you sure?” He’s smirking now, obviously finding your curiosity entertaining.

At the same time, one of his hands inches towards you— cautiously, deliberately, like a predator creeping towards its skittish prey. You tremble in your seat, unsure why the proximity has your heart beating out of its chest.

All at once, his hand shoots past you and towards the glove compartment. Terushima lets out a snicker, flashes you a brilliant set of teeth, and proudly offers you nothing: “Sorry, not tellin’ you.”

Your slurred gripes do nothing to sway the tease, who’s now engrossed by the itty bitty ziploc baggie he pulled from the glovebox. Though your head is spinning, you yourself can’t help but feel enthralled by his movements— staring shamelessly as he sprinkles the weed onto paper. His fingers prove precise yet again as he rolls the greens into pretty little cylinders.

Almond eyes meet yours only when he brings the wrap to his lips, gazing directly at you while his tongue slides across the paper. A chill prickles across your skin, but there’s only heat within the parked car.

Before you know it, he’s extending a large hand towards you, silently willing you to take the first hit. Somewhere far away, you hear your own voice mumbling, ‘I don’t know how to.’ As hard as you try to put up a front, to exude sex and confidence in front of this well-versed man, you’re not quite sure you can pretend your way through this one.

A wispy laugh, a sly comment and a wink later, two of his fingers have the joint pressed between your lips. ‘I’ll teach you,’ he promises, instructing you on precisely how to breathe. You barely register the palm fastened at your chest. Is he being a creep? Maybe he’s just trying to help. Either way, you don’t pay it much mind.

And then, smoke fills your lungs, fills your head, fills the already-depleting air of his tiny car. You’re coughing again, but he warned you of the burn this time, and ‘besides, it’ll get you higher.’

You were hoping to see chalky hues of pinks and blues, but the drug does nothing but provide you with lidded eyes and a tingle that runs from head to toe. A single stroke of your finger against the leathered seat sends waves of shivers throughout your arm. Your palm splayed against your own thigh feels unfamiliar and ticklish.

The buzz is only truly worth it when you finally turn to look at the wicked man next to you; Terushima has a slick smile dancing across his face, eyes heavy and probing you for any sort of reaction. The bleached blonde hair at the top of his head pales under the moonlight, suddenly seeming impossible to resist. When you reach out to grasp a strand, he moves quicker, gripping your fingers tightly between his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His low drawl is lazy, more amused than genuinely angry. But your fingers twitch beneath his grasp all the same, completely embarrassed and still itching to touch his locks. “Princess doesn't know how to ask for things politely?” You don’t have to look into his eyes to feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“No, I-” There’s no saving face now, and he knows it as well as you do.

“Or are you just so used to getting what you want?” Even as he taunts you, his digits thread through yours, pulling you towards him so that your hands hover over his lips. “Is this what you wanted?”

You shake your head, but the thought of grazing his pillowy lips— of your trembling fingers exploring that tiny metal ball in his mouth— is now etched into your clouded brain.

“No? What about here?” He trails your digits down his crisp t-shirt, stopping only when you’ve reached his midriff. You should stop, should adhere to the yellow tape bound around this entire encounter; instead, you stare at the blonde with wide eyes, tongue poking out of your mouth as you debate your answer. He breathes an airy laugh, “use your words.”

But before you can, his lips are meshing into yours. And here are the hues of the pinks and blues you so desperately wished to see, hidden in his caress all this time. There’s heat, and heat, and more heat— and a quiet hum traveling from the very tip of your mouth to your toes, as you melt together.

When he releases your hands, they fly towards his hair, finally tugging at the soft pieces. A simple clasp of your waist and you’re moaning into his mouth, a warm welcome for his tongue to slide in. Embers spread through the tiny space, setting your lungs ablaze far quicker than any drug could. His cool, metal piercing tickles the roof of your mouth; if you were coherent enough, you may wonder what it would feel like skimming other stretches of skin.

But your thoughts are cotton candy melting at his touch and allowing one, singular thought: him, him, him.

Your sugar-spun mind loses track of the time he spends pressed into you. Seconds, minutes, hours later, he finally pulls away, the long string of saliva between you the only remnant of your lip-locked endeavors.

“It’s getting late,” his words are a whisper, a break in the heavy silence of heaving chests and spinning minds. You’d have thought the infamous heartbreaker would urge for more, and a part of you wishes that he would. But instead, he drives you back down the cliffside in silence, his hand on your thigh rooted in place, keeping you longing for another taste.

Only when you’re coming down from the high, still a bit tipsy, do you realize you’re almost home. Terushima’s fingers still play at the hem of your skirt, stroking at the fire deep in your gut. With all his teasing, you figure you may as well make your move now.

“You can pull over here,” you instruct, happy to have found your usual domineering voice. Perhaps it was buried under the weight of weed and wandering lips.

“Your house is another block away,” he refutes with a grumble, but heeds your demand anyways. When he turns to you, you’re caught in that bewitching gaze, finding yourself at a loss for words yet again. “Anything else you need?” The words are laced with possibility, a dangerous challenge. But any gall you felt coursing through your veins has vanished without a trace.

“No- I- I should get home,” your eyes drop, staring at a loose thread on his pants— and all at once, moving to leave the car. “Daddy’ll be mad if he catches me out.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s chuckling, repeating them.

“Daddy will be mad? You still call your father daddy?” And there’s the Yūji Terushima you thought you knew, mockery and taunts always at the tip of his tongue. You throw a weak punch against his chest, huffing in confusion.

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” He exclaims a bit too smugly, climbing out himself.

Next thing you know, you’re caught between his body and the hood of the car, sturdy arms trapping you in place. Chilled air nips at your bones; a single skim of his knee against your thigh and that cold is forgotten. You really should be at home.

“Terushima.” It’s funny how a single word— a person’s name— can contain a thousand different meanings. You’re not even sure how you say it, questioning the inflections of your cracked voice and wide eyes. He whispers your name right back, the gleam in his eyes magnifying tenfold.

You’re well aware he has you right where he wants you, a little bird caught in a cage, though you’re more than happy to be singing any song he asks.

But there’s only silence as you stare at each other beneath the flickering street light. So much so, you can hear your hearts pump blood, can hear the engine of a car rumbling by, can even hear your neighbor’s pesky dog barking a block away.

“Do you need something, or do you just like saying my na–”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

It feels different now. Perhaps your nerves aren’t frenzied, and you don’t attain euphoria with every graze. But you feel him. You can taste the smoke on his tongue as it knocks against your teeth. Black cherry floods your brain, the same flavor that drifted you up that cliffside to begin with.

Terushima’s hands grab at your waist before you’re hoisted up and placed on the hood of the car. Gone are the lazy kisses of two heads in the clouds. His movements are quick and decisive, aggressive even. A hand roams your body, trailing under your tank and across your breasts. The other shoves aside your panties, nimble fingers circling your bud.

A low whimper leaves you when he runs a digit across your slit.

“Careful,” hot breath fans your lips as he chuckles, “too loud and he’ll hear us.”

But you can’t stop your wanton mewls. Not when he dips into you, curling his fingertips to hit a spot that has you seeing stars. Not when his teeth nip at your jaw, your neck, the shell of your ear— leaving soft marks behind. And most certainly not when you can feel his cock straining against your thigh.

“Fuck, Teru I–” Within minutes, your entire body trembles, hands clutching at soft hair as you chase your high.

“Tell daddy what you want,” his eyes pierce into yours, completely unashamed of his perversion of the pure term. You try to shake your head no, to refuse his order— but he simply flicks his wrist quicker, pumps into you faster. You’re so fucking close, too near the edge to care, so you simply allow the words to tumble out,

“Daddy p-please, I want to cum.”

A few circles on your clit, and you’re putty in his hands. The high hits you with a loud, leg-shaking cry— far more dizzying than any of the debaucheries of hours past.

You’re flipped over without a moment to breathe, breasts rammed into the frigid car hood. Terushima pulls your skirt up with one hand, the other nudging your cheek firmly against the metal.

Never would you have thought you’d be one for such public indecency, but the elation of your last orgasm still hasn't even completely resided. For the third time tonight, you find yourself drunk off the ambrosia of this wayward god.

“Beg for it,” he slides his cock up your slit, coating his thick member in your slick.

“Please Teru,” you whine helplessly. A loud slap echoes through the empty street as his hand meets the globe of your ass, the pain more shocking than painful.

It reminds you that anyone could walk out of their homes to see you being railed against a beat up car— and the thought of one of your neighbors waking up to that sight wracks your body with a twisted pleasure.

“What was that?” The bastard actually laughs, gruff and hearty, as you writhe against him.

“Daddy, I need you.” And then he’s thrusting into you, pushing into the tight ring of muscle. Though he prepped you, you claw at the car, searching for any sort of relief from the overwhelming pain.

A few snaps of his hips later, you relax as the stretch becomes bearable. He takes his time rutting into you, spreading your legs further, making sure you feel every inch of him deep inside you.

Only when you begin bouncing back to meet his drives does he quicken his pace, a single hand gripping your waist— five finger-shaped bruises you’re sure will be evidence for days to come. You barely recognize your own voice; high-pitched wails spill from your lips, curses and pleas and cries of ‘daddy’ like a broken record on replay.

“Look at the little slut, creaming all over me,” a particularly hard thrust sends you reeling, tears flowing freely down your face as you blabber mindlessly. “Who’d have thought the city’s very own ‘prude princess’ would be blacking out over some dick?”

You should be ridiculed, would be utterly offended by the insult, if not for the fact that his cock has you teetering the delicate line of consciousness. Those words are precisely what send you over the edge for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, stay right there,” a low, gravelly groan as Terushima continues pounding into you. Then, a few more prods and he’s following suit, pulling out to spill his seed all over your backside.

Vision still spotty, you finally turn to look at the beautiful man, hoping for rosy cheeks and that soft smile you believe is a secret saved just for you. Instead you’re met with a dull frown and a look of pure apathy.

He won’t even meet your eyes.

“Can you walk the block or should I drive you?” Though he poses the question, the lack of his typical liveliness tells you everything you need to know about his preference: he doesn’t have one.

Somewhere far away, you hear yourself tell him you’ll walk. Your head’s still caught on cloud nine, or perhaps it was only ever the ninth circle of hell—twisted and contorted by black cherry and rotten greens.

“Are you sure? You look a little shaken,” he laughs, that same hoarse tone you once thought charming now seeming gnarled and vicious. The taunts once endearing, now simply malicious.

From the corner of your eye you spot his phone, unlocked and teeming with messages. A flash of a familiar black leather skirt bunching, a flip of your hair, pieces of your purity plastered across his screen for the world to see.

You walk back home in silence.

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