#enjoy the ramblings of a thirsty idiot

[heavens-aesthetic-kitchen]

Why the TF2 Defense Trio deserve more recognition

The people have spoken, I have decided to create an essay disguised as a post on this godforsaken website because it's a free country goddammit! (I would have done it either way lmaooo, I have a lot of shit to say about these maniacs) To start this formal essay glorified very serious shitpost, why should you as a tf2 fan care about these 3 men? They're so "boring" and there's not much going on with them. If ya took a second, let's pause with what was being said. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND to think such thoughts, we must shake you out of cuckoo land by giving you an in-depth look into these three so that you understand where I'm coming from. Let's start in order:

Demoman:

After being in the fandom since 2019, there's always one character I always thought wasn't given much anything in the fandom at all. Even taking ships out of the equation, there's barely any fics I've that focus on Tavish Finneagan Degroot specifically that I've seen that isn't a compilation fic (I read a lot of x readers, don't judge me). Believe me, I checked ao3. I went through Demoman's tags and I tried very hard to filter a lot of the crossover and relationship tags, yet there's less of Demoman himself, than there's him just existing as a side character of a story. Which is honestly sad, I honestly think Demo is one of the more kinder mercs compared to a lot of the team. This man made friends with the BLU soldier, despite knowing that they were supposed to be killing each other. Sure, it's unclear whether or not Demo did actually go through with it and it's just a ruse, because the voicelines in WAR! don't have a set timeline. But I do think that Demo would have tried to keep his friendship with BLU soldier. He's very chill. I've never actually seen him get violent against his friends and family, despite being a drunkard. I honestly think he's one of the sweetest people in TF2, he takes good care of his mom and haunted sword lmaoooo. Jokes aside, he seems like a genuinely good man and I barely see anything that suggests he's sadistic. He's a chaotic and loud, but not bad. Not bad at all. The fact he can still do his job well, even after drinking so much that his body created a whole distillery, is even more impressive. He is damn good at what he does and works very hard. He's had multiple jobs, even as wee little lad. Despite what people think of him, the fact he's getting paid 5 million dollars a year, is proof he knows what he's doing. He loves his job and couldn't bear the thought of not working. I feel like his backstory isn't talked about enough in the fandom either. When you think about it, it's kinda fucked up that he was put in an orphanage by his biological parents until he was in the right age to be blowing people up. Not only that, his eye socket was haunted by the Bombinomicon so that every halloween a giant eye would manifest, attacking him and his friends. Even Medic couldn't help him and instead resorting to scooping the part of Demo's brain where he remembered so he would stop asking. He most likely has a lot of stories for you, I see him as the type that has a lot to say. His past is the most fleshed out and complete out of all the mercs, which I really appreciate, you can do a lot more with him. Also another thing, during Unhappy Returns, he took the time to reassure Soldier that he wouldn't think he's a civilian. He didn't brush Soldier's worries aside and instead comforted him. I wish I had a lot more to say about Demo because I am baffled that he isn't being gushed about as a potential partner. He has the excitement and like zero baggage. A thing I also wanna point out is that he seems to be insecure of the fact he's a black scottish man with only one eye during Meet The Demoman. I may be reading into things a bit too much, but it makes me wanna be like "NOOOO don't talk about yourself like that, bro. You're so cute UGHHH" Also also he's handsome. Sure looks can be subjective, but I still think Demo has a face I would kiss hehe. He looks great with his beard and his cheeky ass smile. GOD I could gush about him all day, but I have to move on rip.

Heavy:

Honestly, I'm having a hard time just finding the words to describe this amazing man without giving him the respect he deserves. But I'll sure try. Heavy has had a difficult life and I've always admired how strong he was. Not just of his muscles, but he endured one of the toughest situations and still kept moving forward with his life even though it was traumatizing. You see why I'm even having a hard time talking about him? I can't really get down into the weeds, without getting serious for a min. I feel like the fandom doesn't give him much credit for being able to deal with so much. He's the rock for his family after his father disappeared (atp I think he's dead, which is the cherry on top this depressing sundae) and I wouldn't doubt that he would be the same for his team. He's a man of few words, but that makes him all the more intriguing. Just because this man has a lot of brawn does not mean he's dumb at all. Despite how he acts in the battlefield, Heavy is observant and clever. Although, it's implied that Spy being Scout's dad is an open secret between the mercs and Miss Pauling, the fact he figured it out without saying it directly must mean he has a lot more going on. He's also educated, getting a phD in Russian Literature. It's not a STEM program, but he actually got a doctorate and went to college, that's a lot more than half of what the mercs did lmaooo. Also he has a bit of a softie side, not just for his mom and sisters, but also other creatures as well. I respect him so much for avoiding violence against those dogs during the Showdown comic. Not only shows what an absolute sweetheart he is, but also how much he's able to think quickly on his feet. Heavy is very direct and blunt, I don't see him as the type to lie about his feelings. I appreciate that he doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat anything, he'll get the job done and he ain't playing. There's no fluff, he knows what he wants and that's to rev up Sasha and ram through sons of bitches without any worries.

I feel like I wanna point out, his story seems the most unexplored in the fandom, even though it has a lot of potential for ANGST factor. I already broke down how sad it is, but I just feel like it isn't said enough. Can I just say how cuddly he looks?! GAH, I feel like he would give the warmest hugs! The way he smiled in Unhappy Returns when he finds out his family doesn't need to live in fear anymore, just melts my heart! He's so protective over his family and friends! I wish I had a lot more to say about this guy because I just can't stop finding more things about him that go unappreciated. I had to literally edit this part so many times before moving on, he just has those little details you don't notice until you take a second and have that OH MY GOD moment

Engineer:

I was getting so hyped, when it was finally our resident southern nerd's time to shine. GOD I have so much to say about this man. It's been over 5 fucking years and I have never stopped simping for this man since 2019, I think I'm gonna go insane from how much I've been repressing, I go feral when he's around. Anyways enough stalling. I don't ever think a fictional character has ever made me swoon quite like Engineer, I really mean that. I have ask and pleaded to whatever god was listening to give me a man like Engie. To me, he is everything I ever wanted and more.

First, I wanna talk about what makes him attractive to me. His accent. His southern charm, UGH he's killing me with that smooth voice and chivalry! I swear this man could make me faint just from existing. The way he smiles is so warm, his insults are so corny I love them. That five o clock shadow GAHH! I'm getting butterflies all over again. I swear I love all three of the defense bois, but Dell Conagher has my heart wrapped around his gunslinger metal finger. All those personal reasons aside, I've always thought Dell Conagher was a very interesting character in the world of TF2. He might not have much screen time or goofy shenanigans like the other mercs, but that doesn't mean you can ignore him oh no no no. This man is important within the whole story of Mann Co and TF industries, his grandfather being the catalyst of the game's events and the comics going forward. The Conaghers are the SOLE REASON why Team Fortress 2's story exists. I find it strange that the fandom hasn't done much with this fact because you can do a lot with this idea. Engineer knows a lot of shit and would be the biggest threat to Helen, if not for the fact that his family has been helping her for years.

Like his backstory, he's not seen much in the battlefield, but he has a lot more going on behind the scenes. Imagine the possibilities. He is damn intelligent and he knows it. While Dell is very sweet and has a southern charm, this is a facade to hide his God complex and sadistic tendencies. If you think this man is just your boring gentle engineer, you've got a big storm coming. It's heavily implied that he sawed off his own arm so that he could use the gunslinger. This man works on projects with Medic and doesn't question the moral implications of putting a human brain in a pumpkin. Hell, he threatened his own employer, even if he was an old man (Granted, Blutarch dug up his grandpa's grave, so he probably should have gotten something a lot worse than just Dell telling him to fuck off). Engineer is more than the texan egghead sweetie pie, he is a mercenary for a reason and I would argue that he might be as insane, if not more than, the rest of the team. No sane man would willingly work with a bunch of war criminals if he wasn't also crazy. That's the thing I really like about him. I love playing as him in the game because it represents his character very well. He technically serves a supportive role to the team with his buildings, but he is a killer with a lot of tools in his disposal, With the right amount of training, he can absolutely dominate in the battlefield.

I feel like he's one of the people that underestimate and assume that he's an easy target, but he's a lot more than that. He has a lot of layers that makes me want to learn more about him and what he has to offer.

In Conclusion:

These guys are cool. Lmaooo okay I won't just end it there. I genuinely believe that they're not getting the recognition that they deserve, they've got a lot more going for them if you pay attention. Sure they might not always be the loudest or most prominant character in the story, but what they lack in quantity, they make up for in quality TEN FOLD. They don't have to be your favourite, but you should at least give them a chance. You never know, they may surprise you.

Okay so thats enough of that, I couldn't find a divider above this message, so you're getting this grainy ass gif. Honestly, I put way too much effort on this shitpost lmaooo, but I just wanted to get my thoughts out in a more concise manner. If you want to add more stuff about these three that I didn't mention, feel free to do so. Anyways thanks for reading

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 engie #tf2 demo #tf2 mikhail #tf2 defense #i spent way too long on this post than I should have bruh #enjoy the ramblings of a thirsty idiot #defense nation rise up

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 3- Thigh Riding

(Not a clever title but 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tsireya x human! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Thigh riding, Cussing

I pride myself in having written fanfiction and NOT using Y/n, it is a bit distracting, but also hard to not do since I’ve grown used to it…. with that being said this is your P.O.V. I hope you guys enjoy 😉

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Marui: home

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Skxawng: Moron/Idiot

Yawne: Beloved

Word count: 4K

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how kind she is even when I keep messing up, I know she prefers hanging out with you guys, and she insists that she’s fine. How is she always so nice?” My lessons were very time consuming due to the fact that I was smaller and all of this was new to me. The gang would hang together and I could see her look over at them splashing around, I always felt bad and told her we could always pick up where we left off the next day but she refused. I shoot a look at Neteyam as we walk back to the marui, he took it upon himself to essentially be my babysitter.

He walked me to and from every place but I felt more like a burden. They trusted Spider out on his own more than they trusted me due to Spider’s upbringing. He always snuck out even when his adoptive parents -and Norm- told him not to while I stayed in the lab as expected. Had Spider not managed to convince me to hang out with him, Lo’ak, Tuk, and Kiri that day I wouldn’t be here with them.

“She kind of reminds me of you,” I stated and he looks back at me wondering where I was going with this. “Are you sure you don’t want to court her? You two seem perfect for each other, always responsible, kind, down to Earth- uh, Pandora? You know what I mean.” I rambled at the end and looked away from his gaze.

“Her and I are just friends.” Neteyam smiles and softly leans down to poke his elbow onto my shoulder a bit.

“That’s right, your thirsty ass brother has dibs, huh?” I joke around a bit and smile brightly at the statement. I remember Rotxo saying something about Tsireya and Lo’ak having something going on when he first got here, but I never saw them together like Rotxo claimed they always were- probably because I ate up a majority of her time, I wince and duck my head out of embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t say that either,” Neteyam shrugs but before I could ask him what he meant by that, we’d reached the marui, Tuk’s small head peeking out and a bright smile consuming her features, she must have been waiting for us.

“You’re home!” She exclaims and grabs onto my arm to drag me in, I laugh at her antics but understand why she was in a hurry, the game cards were spread out and she sat me by herself.

Tuk, Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri, and even Jake all sat forming a circle, a small stack of cards in front of them, there had been an empty spot between Kiri and Spider- which I assumed was for Neteyam- with the same amount of cards in the miniature pile. He sits down and we all pick them up.

I couldn’t ever trust any of them while playing Uno, this family was full of cheaters. Jake would willingly look over at your cards and call the numbers or colors out. Lo’ak would use it to signal to Kiri what color she should choose with her wild cards. Neteyam was fairly neutral about this but did sneak a couple looks every now and again. Spider would blurt out which cards you should play, and Tuk was a random assortment of all of these.

_________

“Why do you feel bad about that?” Lo’ak asks as we sit further away from his family and the rest of the kids. But we had our backs facing everyone else as we stared into the darkness of the ocean before us. He and I had finished dinner- he had, I gave the rest of my food to Tuk who wanted what was left of my fish.

“I feel like I’m wasting most of her day by being a shit diver. Plus I’m not letting her spend quality time with you, it makes me feel even more like an asshole.” I admit and feel my shoulders slump.

“Has she said anything about that?” He asks with a raised brow and I sigh.

“I tell her we can continue lessons the next day and for her to go hang out with you guys, that way she has a social life and isn’t forced to stay with me, but she refuses.” I admit and he has a funny smile playing at his lips.

“What?” I ask feeling completely defeated.

“You-“ He pauses and seems to be thinking of a way to deliver whatever he was planning to say.

“Spit it out, don’t be ominous like Neteyam was when we walked home.” I grumbled and crossed my arms, pouting my lips, and slightly furrowing my brows at him and he chuckles.

“I’m glad I’m on the observant end of this for once, glad I’m not the one being oblivious to whats going on, it’s refreshing.” He stated and I put all my strength into shoving his shoulder, knowing my small body had no effect on him, but he moved dramatically either way.

“What do you mean I’m oblivious, oblivious to what?” I asked as my brows furrowed in concentration.

“No, no, if I tell you now we lose our amusement.” He laughs while swatting my hand away, having seen me lift it to hit him again, his smile was wide and I wanted to smack it off his face.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” I asked raising a brow and tilting my head to the side and hear someone clearing their throat from behind us. I turn my head and witness Kiri eyeing Lo’ak and it makes me raise a brow, but yet again, before I can ask I swear I feel someones attention on our little group and I turn to catch the eyes of the tsakarem staring at us with an amused smile.

She must have been impressed with Lo’ak’s idiocy and lack of shutting his mouth, I turn to look back at Kiri and realize she had been saying something and I had unintentionally zoned her out.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that, what did you say?” I asked her, she looks back at Lo’ak who had a stupid smile spread on his face and I’m confused all over again, her own facial features match his as her own smile appears on her face.

“This skxawng giving you trouble?” She asks me and I shake my head.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I smile up at her.

_________

“Just focus on releasing the breath slower and calm your heart.” Tsireya mentions for the third time today but I’m beyond frustrated.

Lo’ak and Ao’nung have deemed it necessary to team up and frustrate me by calling out to me and saying I couldn’t do it. It was starting to piss me off and I wondered how they managed to finish their chores fast enough to waste away an afternoon trying to crack my focus. Tsireya had taken me further out and tossed a shell into the water, I’d been trying to utilize my breathing exercise to take in a deep breath to retrieve the shell but she’s been the only one retrieving it so far, and yet she wasn’t heaving like I was. But the next comment Ao’nung had made had me seeing red.

“I am focusing!” I let my frustrations get the best of me and feel horrible for having yelled at her. “I’m sorry-“

“I told you she would get mad bro,” Lo’ak’s voice rings out and I snatch the shell out of Tsireya’s hand, turning around, tossing it and hitting Ao’nung straight on the head with it, watching it ricochet off his head and smacking Lo’ak’s forehead.

“Shut the fuck up,” I yelled in English before yelling in Na’vi again. “If you aren’t going to help, go be useless somewhere else, you’re pissing me off!”

Ao’nung was on the verge of hissing at me but his eyes trail upward and I can tell he’s looking at his sister, I turn to catch the tail end of whatever she had been signing to him but couldn’t quite make out whatever word or phrase she had been signing, turning back around I can see the pair diving into the water and swimming inland. I let out a frustrated breath as I realize the shell I had thrown had once again started dribbling down toward the ocean floor.

“I’ll go get it.” Tsireya begins to swim toward it, I sigh knowing I didn’t have it in me to continue diving again. “Go sit on the rock, take a break, I will come to you.” She stated and I nod, not even bothering to apologize again and swimming toward the rock Lo’ak and her brother had been teasing me.

I laid myself on my back once reaching the flattened surface of it and managed to relax enough to catch my breath. I could hear the waves of the ocean water lightly crashing against the rock and the sun wasn’t shining too brightly in my direction, making it easier for me to calm my erratic heart. I relaxed enough to close my eyes to enjoy what little time I would have to rest and take in a deep breath, allowing my chest to fill with air, slowly breathing it out.

“Why can’t you breathe like that out there?” I open my eyes in time to catch the girl sitting down next to me, a smile playing at her face, she was making a joke.

“I do.” I stated blankly, sitting up myself and feel comically small next to her.

“Something is bothering you.” She stated as she turns to look at me, I turn to look at her and can see the worry swimming in her eyes.

“Yeah, your brother and Lo’ak.”

“No,” She stated confidently without looking away, examining my face as she tries to find the answer, but even I didn’t know what it was. “Although my brother and Lo’ak are annoying, it is something else bothering you.”

“You should go be with them.” I stated simply while looking out into the ocean, the blue was magnificent out here, I could sit on this rock for hours, be alone with my thoughts a bit.

“You always insist that I leave, does my presence bother you that badly?” She asks as her hairless brows dip and her eyes suddenly look displeased, upset almost.

“Of course not! I just think that you get annoyed with having to spend all of your free time with me, I feel horrible about it, you shouldn’t be stuck with me from the moment you wake up until eclipse.” I stated matter-of-factly.

“I do not get annoyed with you.” She reassures me and I scoff.

“There’s no way I haven’t annoyed you from the moment I got here.” I challenge and cross my arms, raising my brow at her.

“Not once.” She smiles sweetly.

“I’m essentially taking all your free time from being with Lo’ak, how could I not annoy you?” I asked and her tail swishes in the same fashion that Neteyam’s does when he starts to get angry. Although I had no idea if their tails moved in similar fashions, especially since the metkayina’s were thicker, and mostly used for swimming.

“Why would I need to spend my free time with Lo’ak?” She asks in a serious tone as the skin of her brows furrows even more. I let out a nervous laugh at her actions.

“Aren’t you two courting?” I asked her and her face falls into a realization before shaking her head.

“We are not courting.”

“I just thought-“ I paused and look at my knee’s trying to figure out my scattered thoughts, had Rotxo lied to me by stating this? “Someone had told me the two of you were courting and I thought-“

“We were courting a while back but we both decided it was best if we remained friends since we wanted different things.” She answers as she too looks away from myself.

“I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, I’m so sorry.” I apologized for being forward about it, I had no intention of making it seem like I had to know the in’s and out’s of her life, but now Lo’ak’s comments were starting to make a lot more sense last night. Maybe this is what he meant by me being oblivious.

“I felt a pull toward someone else and felt it was best to stop whatever romantic relationship we had, he told me he had felt the same, that our relationship was always meant to be a friendship, so we have remained good friends.”

This catches my attention as I raise a brow and look back toward her. It wasn’t until I caught her eye that I was bold enough to ask.

“I always thought you and Neteyam had more chemistry.” I admit and blush as soon as her lips thin and her brows raise at that accusation.

“Are you really that oblivious?” She asks as her face turns into a shocked one and my own brows knit together in confusion, I blush due to the embarrassment, looking away from her to spare whatever dignity I had left. Lo’ak had said that same thing to me yesterday but I was too stunned to speak at the moment.

“I’m intelligent.” My mouth speaks for me before I had time to process any of the words coming from them, the tips of my ears turning hot at that, but then I look back at her.

“I don’t doubt it for a second, but I thought I had made myself more obvious than that, I guess I haven’t.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her raising a brow, did she mean Kiri?

“I like spending all of my time with you. The reason I decline picking up lessons the next day is because I enjoy being around you, that is why I like that it takes you longer to learn how to hold your breath, or how to dive, or even the sign language. I like when Neteyam doesn’t show up so I can walk you home, although we mostly plan that amongst ourselves. I thought I was making it obvious that I wanted to court you, but I guess I had to be blunt about it.”

My face falls at her confession, my mouth slightly open and my eyes widened. I had let my eyes trail past her and was now staring at the rest of the rock formation behind her, my eyes dart to the ocean- if I jumped now would I outswim her to shore? I look back up at her and close my mouth, swallowing thickly as my eyes find hers.

“You like girls?” I ask stupidly and feel my heart rate pick up.

Looking back at all the times she had declined to hang out with her friends with a sweet smile on her face was starting to make sense. All of the times we’d stayed out so late that Neteyam hadn’t shown up to walk me back home and she willingly offered herself to do it instead was starting to make sense. She never complained about me to anyone but I figured it was because she was waiting to unleash every negative comment when she got home, that she might have begged her parents to let someone else take the burden of teaching me, but if that were true, I had a feeling her brother would make fun of me for it- and he never has.

“I like you.” She corrected my statement and I find myself out of breath again, Now that I knew she liked me it had my heart beating all kinds of funny ways.

“Mhm,” I stated nervously with a nod, it was clear now. She hadn’t said anything and just continued staring, but somehow not in a creepy way.

“How can you like me though? I’m human, alien.” I stated and held up my hands. “Four fingers and pretty tiny compared to you.” I spoke after realizing she wasn’t going to.

“You are pleasing to me, in the way you speak, the way you are around your family, how you handle yourself when you are being teased by my brother and Lo’ak, the way you look.” She stated and I feel a hard blush coming on my face.

“Why?” I asked her without being able to meet her eyes, it would make the blushing worse.

But I also wanted to look at her. I’d realized I found myself looking over at her more throughout my time here. I would watch her walk away once she dropped me off at home, I would find her in a crowd easily, she was the first person I’d greet once our group hung out.

“I can show you,” She suggests and turns to face me with a sweet smile on her face.

“How-“

And with that her face leans forward to mine and our lips meet in the middle, I’d naturally closed my eyes just to never be the weirdo with their eyes open during a kiss but focused on the feeling of comfort her lips had brought me felt incredible, but I could also feel my heart beating quick and loud, my stomach filling with fuzzy warmth.

It wasn’t until now that I could feel her gently hand caressing my cheek lovingly and couldn’t help but whine into the kiss, not that I had purposely meant to, it just happened. She pulls away and examines my face immediately her eyes searching in confusion even with her pupils blown bigger than they were.

The immediate addiction I’d gotten from her lips had me feeling like I had to have them back on mine again, her mouth is moving as she asks me a question, I’m in a state of shock as I don’t hear what she says and just lean forward to capture her lips with mine instead. She pulls away abruptly and I find my chest heaving, missing the contact of our lips together for a second time.

I waste no time scampering over onto her lap, straddling one of her thighs, placing my hands on her cheeks and pulling her face closer to mine. I could hear the slight groan she let escape her lips and planted my lips back onto hers, feeling her hum into the kiss as our lips connected and I could feel myself melt into her.

Her hands find comfort on my hips and I could feel the warm fuzzies in my stomach again, I had no idea what else to do with my hands and didn’t plan on leaving them on her cheeks the entire time, so I wrapped them around her neck, bringing myself closer to her, and moaning at the sudden sensation I felt as I’d skidded across her thigh. My face heating up drastically.

Her tongue swipes on my bottom lip and the gasp I make was just enough for her to stick her tongue into my mouth. The wet muscle taking its time exploring my tongue and caressing it with her’s felt so intimate I let out another moan. It wasn’t until then that I’d felt my hips move again against her thigh, her name escaping my lips, her grip tight on my hips as she moved me.

“Reya, please~” I disconnect our mouths but she continues kissing down my cheek and onto my jaw. A whine ripping itself from my lips at the same time the sensation of my thin loincloth rubs deliciously against my clit, making me buck my hips. Feeling the friction made me take the reigns and start sliding my hips greedily against her thigh.

“Look at you,” Tsireya coo’s, she could have easily stopped my movements but just watches in awe, biting her lip to stop the wide smile taking over her features.

“What if I adjust my leg and-“

I let out a high-pitched moan feeling the angle of her thigh seemingly pressing harsher against my cunt, causing more pressure on my clit, I feel hot all over and continue sliding myself against her thigh, but my body moving closer to her felt best. She smiles as if she had just won a bet and takes her hands off my hips to lean her body back, just to admire the view in front of her, but I needed her hands on me.

“No, please touch.” I whine and she nods, bringing a hand to caress the small of my back, pushing me closer to her, and using the other hand to caress my cheek and bringing me in for another heated kiss.

“Great mother I can smell you,” She disconnects out mouths and sticks her nose straight into my neck, taking several small huffs, tickling me. It somehow made the most primal parts of my body awaken as I moaned directly in her ear as she did that.

“I just wanna come, please~” I whisper, not realizing the angle of her head meant her ear was directly beside my mouth, allowing the moans to flow out as her hands slide back down to my hips while she controls the speed of my thrusting.

“You can come, yawne, but when you do I’m licking every last drop right from the source.” She kisses my forehead as one hand trails toward my chest as she gently places it under my breast, her thumb giving an experimental flick over the already hardened nipple and I gasp, hips bucking against her thigh once more.

“Yes please-“ I pant and start to feel frustrated with how difficult it feels to try coming at this moment, as if I’d hit a wall, I whine and she shushes me.

“Don’t fight it, hmm.” She hums sweetly and I can feel the burning sensation from my tummy, the coil inside just about ready to rip, she has long since taken control of my hips with one hand, her other running along my nipple.

“Reya~” My eyes had been squeezed shut the entire time since she kissed me, I sucked in a breath as I felt the hand on my breast slide up toward my chin.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” She says in a hypnotic voice and it causes my eyes to open, seeing her pupils blown wide, her own flushed face when I have yet to do anything other than kiss her, and a sweet smell she had started emitting were making me dizzy enough to forget about the rest of the world for the moment.

“Come for me, sweet girl.” She commands in the softest voice possible and my body listens to her, the warm feeling of euphoria crashing over me, my abused hud having had enough torture as it gives in to clamp around nothing, wishing I’d been stuffed with her fingers instead.

The moment between my coming and her sweet words blurred together and I had essentially lost track of time, but I knew her words were either encouraging or sweet, just like she always managed to be, but my face was hot and I felt embarrassed for having gotten so worked up over a kiss from the woman before me.

“I- I’m-“

“Do not apologize, I’m overjoyed this happened, I should have been more blunt with you from the beginning.” She explains and I felt mildly uncomfortable for the slick collecting inside my loincloth, I had to get cleaned up- but I also wanted to taste her.

“Thank you-“

“Do not thank.” She cuts me off with a playful hiss.

“It is my job to show you I can provide for you in more ways that one. But I need to satisfy a hunger I’ve been having since I first laid my eyes on you, yawne.” She’d managed to slide me off her thigh and crawl over toward me seductively. Being bigger than I was, she managed to get herself to tower over me and I swallowed thickly.

“That is, of course, if you allow me.”

“Yes, Reya, fuck yes.” I reach up to hook my arm around her neck to bring her in for another fervent kiss.

#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #human reader #afab reader #tsireya x y/n #tsireya

[smallblueandloud]

i’m currently writing “iff” on a physics outline because my physics teacher hates math and currently my only goal in life is to spite him. so like. how are y’all doing this fine day.

#okay so because none of y'all enjoy math: it's not a typo #in basic logic there's 'if then' statements like: 'if i am thirsty i will eat a watermelon' #now that doesn't mean i HAVE to be thirsty to eat a watermelon. i could eat a watermelon because i'm a chaotic idiot #so 'if then' statements only go one way? (ignoring contrapositive) #meanwhile 'iff' stands for 'if and only if' as in: 'i will eat a watermelon if and only if i am thirsty' #at which point i have apparently stopped being chaotic for once in my life? #and in THAT case me eating a watermelon IMPLIES that i'm thirsty #just like being thirsty implies i eat a watermelon #i LOVE using math terminology. it's so straightforward #sb and l rambles #sb and l does math #math #physics

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Confessions | El Profesor

Requested by anon:  can i request a lcdp imagine where the reader likes the professor and she confesses nights before the heist but he wants to stay true to his relationship rule so she is heartbroken so she doesn’t want to talk to him and when the heist comes she doesn’t eat and sleep and he gets really worried about her so he expresses his true feelings to her

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: mention of a gun, not eating/drinking, angst

Note: takes place in the first season! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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You were in a difficult position. On one hand you wanted to wait until everything was over. On the other hand you were unsure if you would make it out alive. You knew about his rule not to engage any relationships of any kind and he took it very seriously, but the thing was you absolutely him to death and you were willing to take that risk. So here you were, about to confess your feelings for him.

You waited until everyone had left the classroom and took a deep breath. You had clammy hands and you were lightly trembling. 

‘I- uhm.. Can I talk to you for a minute?’ you asked the Professor. He turned around, away from his chalkboard with raised eyebrows. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little, so he pushed them up. You found it adorable. Just like how he scrunched his nose whenever you talked to him.

‘Sure. Did I talk too fast or was I not clear about something?’ he stuttered. He instantly started doubting himself if he had indeed missed anything he was supposed to explain.

‘No, no. You were great. I just, uhm.. I kind of have something to tell you..’ you trailed off, ‘something personal.’

‘Bali, you know how I feel about sharing personal information. I specifically told you,’ he stated. Suddenly you felt incredible stupid. How did you think this was going to work when he clearly said he didn’t want any personal information shared?

‘I know.. I just want you to know something in case things go south. It doesn’t have to get in the way of your whole plan. If you don’t feel the same, we can just pretend it never happened.’ You waved your hand around, not really knowing what to do with your hands. ‘I just wanted you to know that I really like you. More than a friend or teacher, or whatever you are to me. I think you’re really handsome and nice. So, yeah..’ you spoke.

You couldn’t read his face. You saw somewhat of shock flash across his face, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘Well..? Am I just embarrassing myself or do you maybe feel the same? It doesn’t have to be a long answer. Just a yes or no is fine,’ you rambled. 

He looked at you, fumbled with his glasses and turned back to the chalkboard.

‘I’d rather had you hadn’t shared this. This makes it all a lot more complicated,’ he sighed and grabbed a piece of chalk. ‘Can I still trust you to complete your tasks?’

You frowned, feeling not only rejected but also very used at the same time.

‘I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking if you might feel the same.. You don’t have to be so rude,’ your voice cracked. Sergio mentally slapped himself in the face for hurting you, but he had to.

‘You knew the rules. I told you not to share anything personal. Relationships make this all a lot more difficult. I cannot allow this to fail. I made those rules for a reason,’ he said. It was like a slap in the face. He didn’t even have the respect to tell you a) if he did or did not feel the same, but also b) to look you in the eye.

‘Yeah, you mentioned that, twice, but the least I deserve is an answer to my face. I guess that answers my question. Just forget I said anything.’

Obviously, that was impossible for the both of you. The next few days were awkward and very uncomfortable. You tried listening to everything The Professor was saying, but you couldn’t look at him. You did notice him staring at you once every while, making Berlin tease you and Denver tease him. You found it all very embarrassing and couldn’t wait until you were inside the bank to escape his face.

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Everything went according to plan. You got in, locked everyone out and had now been inside for almost 2 days. You loved every part of it. The tension with Berlin got out of hand for a while, but soon after the storm blew over and you were back in the game.

‘Are you okay? You haven’t eaten since yesterday..’ Nairobi asked you, genuine concern written over her face. It was true. You weren’t hungry or thirsty so you hadn’t eaten. Usually you had a great appetite, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Everyone noticed, though. Including Sergio. He noticed you were always wandering around the halls, not even sleeping. He was incredibly worried and felt like an idiot for behaving the way he did. He sat behind his computers, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to do something.

‘Yeah, fine. Just got a lot on my mind, is all,’ you nodded at her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she grabbed a sandwich and handed it to you.

‘I want this eaten in an hour. If you’ve not eaten it I will push it down your throat,’ she sternly told you. You chuckled.

‘Yes, mother.’

As soon as she left, you threw it back in the fridge. When you heard yelling in the hallway, you grabbed your weapon and braced yourself for what you would find. Berlin was obviously yelling loudly again, threatening to shoot Arturo. Same shit different day.

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It was now two days later and you had eaten a little bit more than one sandwich since Nairobi basically forced you to eat. You looked a lot more tired, your energy level had dropped to -4 and you were phisically and mentally exhausted. You looked like shit, to say it lightly. Sergio had grown more and more worried, telling the others to keep an even closer eye on you.

‘Drop the gun,’ you told Berlin, who had his gun pointed at Denver. He only smirked. ‘Denver, you too. I’m not fucking around. We need each other. We can’t just keep shooting at one another just because we’re stressed. Think for once, damn it.’ You raised your voice gradually as you spoke.

Berlin raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes flickered from your gun to Denver, who was about to burst with anger. As you held out your gun, the strength in your arms weakened. You tried your best holding up the gun, but when you focussed on your arms, your vision got blurry. When you tried focussing your vision again, your arms started trembling.

‘Berlin, please,’ you sighed. Your mouth got incredibly dry all of a sudden and your speech turned more into slurs. You felt yourself getting weaker by the second and this child’s play cost too much of the little energy you had left. Denver quickly lowered his gun when he saw you sway back and forth.

‘Bali? Bali!’ You saw him rushing to you, just like Berlin before your vision turned completely black and you fell to the floor.

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‘We told her to eat! It’s not our damn fault. She’s too stubborn to listen.’ 

Your hearing slowly came back before you could open your eyes. You felt someone hold your hand while someone else was on the phone.

‘No, of course not... Yes, we did that already. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up,’ the voice came closer, ‘I think she’s waking up, hold on.. Bali, honey, can you hear me?’ 

You nodded lightly before slowly opening your eyes. Moskú held the phone while Rio held your hand. You were in the office, laying on one of the couches. You had an IV in your arm and a bag of liquid hung next to the window. You waved to the camera in the corner, letting The Professor know you were in fact alive.

‘He wants to talk to you.. We’ll give you some privacy while you two talk. When you’re done, just give us a call,’ he smiled and handed you the phone.

‘Thank you, guys. For everything,’ you tried smiling, but you were still too weak. They gave you a kiss on the head and left to the hallway.

‘Starving yourself? Really?’ Was the first thing you heard when you held the phone to your ear. You groaned loudly.

‘No, I just wasn’t hungry. Adrenaline, probably,’ you muttered. ‘Why do you care anyway? It’s not like I’m any good use compared to the others.’

‘Are you serious? You and Berlin are the leaders of this entire plan, Bali. How could you be so stupid?! We need you and we need you alive. Too many people have died already, I can’t loose you too,’ he stuttered. You heard his jagged breath.

‘Are you done?’ you asked, not wanting to deal with his whining anymore.

‘I’m sorry..’ he sighed, ‘You scared me. I thought I was going to loose you, Y/N.’

Your breathing stopped for a second and you sat up. He never called anyone by their actual names. You didn’t even know he knew yours.

‘Why did you call me that?’ you asked, heart beating loudly in your chest. ‘You said no personal details or any information.’

‘I know.. I just had to know your name. God, I want to know everything about you. Your favourite breakfast, your favourite country, what your goals in life are.. I want to know it all. And that scares me. I’ve never had this urge to get to know someone as much as you. You’re perfect in every way and I almost lost you,’ he confessed. Your felt your heart flutter and you turned your head to look into the camera.

‘What are you saying?’ you asked him, hoping to finally hear want you’ve wanted to hear for the past two weeks.

‘I.. I like you. A lot. And I was too scared to tell you because I’ve never felt anything like this before for anyone. I was so rude to you and you don’t deserve that. Please forgive me?’ he asked hopefully. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

‘Waffles with strawberries, kiwi’s and mango,’ you answered.

‘What?’ he asked, completely confused by your answer.

‘My favourite breakfast,’ you winked into the camera. You heard him let out a laugh on the other end of the line, making you smile as well.

‘So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?’ you whispered.

‘Sergio. Sergio Marquina.’

‘Nice to meet you Sergio. Now, get me out of here. I want to go to the beach.’

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #el professor x reader #el professor imagine #alvaro morte #lcdp x reader

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➺ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

⤷ y/n x jeno (+ best friend!renjun)

⤷ you and jeno have been endlessly flirting with each other for months now, neither of you taking the next step of officially asking the other out - and it’s driving everyone around you insane. imagine renjun’s frustration when he gets stuck in a broken elevator with you two lovebirds for hours on end.

⤷ fluff

⤷ 2.0k words

⤷ warning: cursing

"y/n, you're here to visit me, your best friend, not that little loverboy of yours," renjun groaned after you asked him if jeno was around somewhere as well. a small chuckle blew past your lips, and you lightly smack renjun's arm, the boy looking at you with an unamused expression. "he's not my lover boy, injun." he looks at you with raised brows, "but you wish he were, and that's the point you thirsty little shit." you gasp, both of you bursting out in laughter. renjun wasn't wrong, quite the opposite actually: it's clear to most people at first glance that you and jeno are very much interested in each other. no one knows why you two don't just finally start dating; the constant shy glances and flirty conversations getting on everyone's nerves.

"are you two ever going to get together or am i damned to listen to your stupid flirting for eternity?" renjun mumbles out between bites of watermelon, the teasing smirk on his lips aggravating you only the slightest bit. you let out a hum while thinking about it, the question making you think for a bit. shrugging you look at renjun, "honestly? i don't know. i guess we both enjoy the chase. what if it gets weird between us once we start dating you know?" renjun nods and seems to seriously think about what you said, a small sigh leaving him, "you've known renjun for as long as i have, i'm pretty sure you two would fit together quite well," he chomps down on another piece of melon, giving you some time to think about his words. "also, i'm pretty sure the two of you wouldn't turn down other people if it really was about the chase."

you furrow your brows in confusion and renjun takes it as his cue to elaborate, "there were a few people that asked jeno out, and he turned down all of them. well, and you turned down those two guys from your history class too, didn't you? i'm pretty sure if the two of you only enjoyed a good chase, you wouldn't turn down people to mingle with. you two genuinely like each other, i'm sure of that. and as much as the two of you flirting annoys me, i just want you to be happy," renjun finishes, leaning over to steal a few pieces of melon from you. it's like renjun opened your eyes for you, the realisation that you're genuinely, completely, absolutely infatuated with lee jeno making your ears burn up.

renjun chuckles at the redness of your ears and the look of realisation on your face, "now you only need your loverboy to realise the same thing." you blink at him, and suddenly you feel helpless; it has been so easy to enjoy your back and forth with jeno, the flirty remarks and teasing touches always were easy to reciprocate, but now? now that you were aware of the weight of your feelings for him you felt like you've wasted so much time just idling about, so much time you maybe could've already spent in his arms.

renjun had stolen the rest of your fruits at this point, but you couldn't find it in you to care - your fingers were itching with excitement at the prospect of seeing jeno, the thought of spending any more time apart from him making your head spin. luckily for you, you agreed to a movie night with the rest of the dreamies. while you were on your way to the elevator to head to the dorms, you were trying to come up with a smooth way to open up about your feelings to jeno. renjun was rambling on about something you didn't really pay attention to, thoughts of jeno clouding your mind.

it's like fate decided to play cupid for the day because right there in the elevator was standing jeno, the surprised smile on his face quickly turning into a flirtatious one once he spotted you. "well hello there, precious. going up or down?" renjun let's out a whine, pushing past you to get into the elevator. "listen, i don't care what you two do once we're at the dorms, but please, please spare me until then. i don't think i'll survive that disgusting flirtatious bullshit." jeno snorts at that, throwing his arm around renjun's shoulder while you're getting in the elevator, pressing the button to get all of you to the ground floor.

"would you rather i flirt with you, jun?" jeno's voice was disgustingly sweet, and renjun shoved him away from himself, both you and jeno bursting out in small giggles. renjun grumbles annoyed and presses the button, the doors of the elevator closing smoothly. the elevator barely started moving when it stopped abruptly, the lights flickering above you. the three of you stayed silent for a second; waiting for the elevator to start moving again. it didn't.

"uhm..." jeno started, not really knowing what to say. turning to renjun you let out a shaky breath, "what do we do now?" renjun shrugged before experimentally pressing the emergency button, a loud sound ringing through the small lift. it took a few seconds until a voice spoke up, inquiring about the emergency. "yeah, uhm, we're stuck in the elevator." the lady on the other end hummed, faint typing being heard in the background. "alright, there's good news, and there's bad news. the good news is, don't worry, you're safe. don't panic and just sit it out until emergency services arrive," her voice was calm and comforting, though what she said next did anything but comfort you, "the bad news is that it's probably going to take a few hours until you're going to get out of there." it was silent for a second, jeno suddenly piping up, "a few hours? isn't there a janitor or something that can let us out?" the lady sighed, "no, i'm sorry. it's a bit more complicated than that. there's nothing we can do, so i suggest you get comfortable in the meantime. i'll make sure to contact the company that there are three people stuck in the elevator."

here you were, sitting on the elevator floor next to renjun, jeno sitting across from you. you had been talking about whatever came to mind for the past hour, the three of you slowly running out of topics to discuss. "i can't believe we're stuck," you whined for the approximately sixth time, head buried in your hands. "well, at least i'm here. it'd probably be even better without jun, like some prolonged game of seven minutes in heaven." jeno snorted at his own remark, renjun only grumbling out a small "more like hell."

after endless rounds of rock-paper-scissors and somewhat passionate discussions about whether water is indeed wet or not (which it isn't), the three of you reached a point of silence. it wasn't uncomfortable, but you wouldn't call it comfortable either - you were kind of just sitting there, and you were slowly starting to drift off. your head fell onto renjun's shoulder, renjun shifting a bit to make it a bit more comfortable to you, the boy already had gotten used to it over all this time as your best friend.

judging by the deep frow on jeno's face, he didn't seem to know that things like that were quite common for you and renjun. you were long gone at that point, sleep tugging on your conscience and dragging you into a deep slumber while renjun had to hold back from snickering at jeno's unhappy expression.

jeno was nearly burning holes through renjun at this point, "are you really jealous even though you two aren't even dating?" renjun had a teasing grin etched onto his face, jeno not being able to answer in more than a few stammers for a second. "w-what?" renjun snorted at the reaction, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"cmon, id be dead if looks could kill jeno. it's clear you two like each other so please just get it over with, i can't deal with two lovesick idiots at once." jeno was about to protest renjun's teasing until the words registered in his mind. "wait, two lovesick idiots?"

renjun can't help but let out an annoyed groan, "oh please! you can't tell me you're that dense, the two of you are so in love with each other its actually disgusting," you let out a whine when renjun gestures with his arms wildly, the movement momentarily ripping you out of your slumber.

jeno's silent for a bit, his gaze focused on you and your sleeping face; if there's anyone that should know how you're feeling, it should be renjun, right? jeno gulps, his gaze drifting back to renjun, "and...and how should i go about it? just, i don't know, ask them out or-" "YES!" renjun couldn't take it anymore; no one was leaving this elevator until the two of you finally sorted your feelings for each other out.

you're startled awake by renjun's outburst, tired eyes looking around in confusion. your eyes meet jeno's, and he feels his heartbeat ring in his ears, cheeks heating up and without much thought, without any plan on how exactly to go about it, jeno suddenly blurts out: "i like you, y/n."

confusion and sleep were still clouding your mind, so your first reaction was to stutter a bit, a frown on your face. "y-you- you what?" renjun sat next to you awkwardly, his eyes drifting back and forth between you and his friend. jeno cleared his throat, his nerves making his throat dry up, "i-i like you, and-...uhm, and i'm pretty sure you like me too."

you blink at him, a soft blush spreading on your cheeks; the sudden confession catching you off guard. you're stunned into silence, your brain still not working on its full capacity. "come on, answer him. don't make him wait, that's just cruel," renjun chimes suddenly in like some sort of referee, making you blush even more.

"uhm, y-yeah. i do, i like you too, jeno." you spluttered out, renjun mumbling a small "finally" you decided to ignore. jeno suddenly breaks out in the brightest smile you've ever seen and leans forward, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you over to his side. "now you can sleep on me, where you belong."

"guys please, i got you together so please stop with the disgusting flirt talk or whatever this is supposed to be. please, until we're out of here, i beg you," renjun whined at the two of you, jeno grinning triumphantly as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

"jun, come on. did you expect us to stop once we're dating?" "we're dating?" your teasing made the cocky look on jeno's face drop, big eyes looking back at you in confusion. "uhm, yeah? i thought you know since we both-"

jeno was just too cute for his own good at that moment, so you lean forward and interrupt his defensive rambling with a soft kiss to his lips. it shuts him up and makes renjun let out a disgusted groan, small giggles escaping you. "i was joking, jeno."

the boy lets out a sigh of relief at that, elbowing you lightly, "don't play with my feelings like that!" giggling you nuzzle further into his side, "never, jeno."

it took another two hours until you were finally rescued, renjun letting out a giant sigh of relief after finally being able to leave the two of you alone. it's understandable; the poor boy had to listen to you and jeno's new-couple-talk for the last hours, the sweet compliments and cute giggles making him want to throw up. instead of joining the others for the planned movie night, you and jeno decided - to renjun's delight - to retreat into his room to spend some time together and finally take each other up on the flirtatious comments you've thrown at each other for the past months.

#nct #nct dream #jeno #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #jeno imagines #nct oneshot #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jeno fluff #nct dream oneshot #jeno oneshot #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #jeno scenarios #nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #jeno x reader

[relish-the-freezing-silence]

Hey, I hope everything is going well with you, and I just noticed that your requests are currently open! Out of curiosity, what is a surprising habit you'd think: Bakugo, Tetsutetsu, and Sero would have?

Awww, thanks 💕 idk if there’s such thing as overappreciation, but it definitely feels like I’m over appreciating whenever someone asks how I’m doing XD And, y e s, even though this was from ages ago, yes, they are open 😌😂

ANYWAY, I should stop rambling- let’s get the show started!!

A Surprising Habit:

Warning(s): mentions of trauma, soft Bakugou 😌, destruction of leaves :(

Bakugou -

We all know that Bakugou has been trying his entire life to come across as powerful, strong and fierce, and it’s perfectly believable with his generally aloof and/or hostile behaviour.

It’s easy to believe that nothing can throw him off or catch him off-guard; he is the almighty King Explosion Murder, after all.

He’s brave, strong and-

Wait-

...

Oh.

Is that...trauma I see, peeking out from behind a carefully constructed mask and barrier of aggression and hostility? Am I seeing things?

Huh...

Well, anyway, I think it’s been fanonly (and should be in canon as well, or if it’s already there, put more emphasis on it) established that the Sludge Villain attack left pretty significant mental scars on Bakugou, and I really think it reflects in his behaviours/habits.

When in a more vulnerable mindset (maybe during the day after a nightmare, or a triggering situation), he incessantly cracks his knuckles and fidgets with his hands a lot.

He’s not even subtle about it, the cracks from his knuckles are loud and sharp; they’re not there to be ignored, but not exactly noticed either.

He stretches and twists his fingers, and he tries to make them appear intimidating with a few pops from his quirk, but honestly, he doesn’t look anything more than a scared, guarded teen.

Okay, that’s enough serious stuff.

This is kinda a habit that grew on him after witnessing several lunches with his...Bakusquad...

Okay, so, while the food at UA is dirt-cheap, it still costs money, and, knowing the dumbasses that make up Bakugou’s group of borderline lunatics, there’s going to be times when at least one of them forgets to bring enough yen to the cafeteria.

This is where Bakugou comes in.

Muttering something along the lines of “go get yourself a kiddie meal or some crap” among...other profanities...he’ll throw a few coins at the dumbasses in question.

If they ask, he most certainly won’t tell them anything about the small bag of change that jingles whenever he walks.

If they ask, he’ll brush off the coins that he keeps after every purchase, slipping them into the same small bag that definitely does not appear whenever one of his idiots happens to need money.

Shut up.

He doesn’t have a habit of saving money or keeping money for when one of his dumbasses need it.

You must be imagining things.

Sero -

Okay, not as deep as a Bakugou’s surprising habits XD but Sero absolutely quotes old sayings wherever he sees fit.

He doesn’t have to think about it, the words just slip out.

Sometimes he’s embarrassed, but more often then not, he just thinks he sounds really cool 😎

If you ever take the last bit of a pizza or eat the crumps out of a chip packet, without even giving you a glance, he’ll mutter, disgruntled, to himself:

“Gluttony kills more than the sword.”

Not many people know what the sayings mean, and he sorta vibes with the enigmatic energy some people say he gives off when quoting things.

I’m not sure if it was just me, but did any of y’all have that one friend (or multiple) that, if you sat them down somewhere like a park or something, they’d leave behind a destroyed pile of leaves?

Like, did you ever have that friend that literally vacuumed every leaf in the vicinity and tore them up absent-mindlessly while they talked?

Well, that’s Sero.

The Bakusquad has commented on it several times, and they’ve joked that he’s the Leaf Destroyer, and that tress quiver in his presence.

It’s gotten to the point that he’s saved under that name, ‘Leaf Destroyer’, in all of the Bakusquad’s contacts (yes, even Bakugou, he couldn’t resist the chance to insult one of his friends classmates).

Tetsutetsu - 

It’s not a very useful or even healthy habit, but Tetsutetsu wakes up at around 2 am every night to eat a small something with lots of iron in it.

Look, it sounds weird...like, really weird, but, realistically speaking, with his quirk being iron-oriented, he’s going to need an external supply of iron and not just his own body’s stock of it.

So, he probably came up with this idea on his own, he thought that maybe he should just have some iron-rich food every couple of hours to make up for that loss/usage of iron.

And he’s not complaining that he gets to eat something at 2 am; he thinks it’s cool and likes to scare people when they come down to get a glass of water.

He’s just sitting there at the counter, eating, say, a boiled egg, and Monoma stumbles in, groaning something along the lines of, “...frickin’...water...thirsty...beech...” Tetsutetsu just continues to stare at the guy as he grabs and cup and fills it, muttering profanities and nonsense as he does.

He lives for Monoma’s screams when he sees glinting eyes in the dark with something suspiciously round being inserted into a mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth.

Anyway.

I also think he brushes his teeth after lunch as well as after the normal breakfast and dinner.

He says, “I gotta keep them squeaky clean if I wanna be a manly Hero!”

OKAY, HECK-

This took so long to finish T^T It’s not that I didn’t enjoy writing this (I absolutely loved writing it ^^), it just...I just wasn’t happy with how it was written, and how it still is. But, ah, well, they’re just headcanons, and I can’t keep this in drafts forever ;-;

#bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #sero hanta #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #bakugou katsuki headcanons #sero hanta headcanons #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu headcanons #headcanons #katsuki bakugou #hanta sero #bnha tetsutetsu #chance apologises once again #depressed-changeling #bnha habits #that’s a tag now

[too-scared-to-do-this]

Of the Devil’s head

Chapter seven - Fluffed-up parrots and thieves of all skills

Sander’s sides fanfiction

Wordcount: 1825

Ship: prinxiety (actually getting somewhere finally, people :D)

TW: mentions of illness, panic attack, some light fun-making of stuck up royalty, the Devil being his ‘evil’ self and making death-jokes - if I missed any tell me please :3

A note for all: Hey, sooo.... This is basically a looong conversation, because I let myself go and enjoyed writing what I like - which is dialogue mostly, so... I hope you don’t mind too much.

Summary of the whole story:  They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the  most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!

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Chapter seven - Fluffed-up parrots and thieves of all skills

“Why did you come here?”

Yes, indeed a very good question. And Roman had no good enough answer to it. Well, not good enough for the Devil, he though. So instead of the truth, he opted for the easier way out. Flirting.

“I already told you, your royal hotness.” he smirked at the king. “To steal your heart.”

Virgil had a lot to do not to react the way he felt like reacting. While on the outside just a slight dust of pink coated his cheeks - easily hid by the lighting of the place - on the inside he was falling apart and erroring, trying his best to come up with an answer. He was the Devil for Hades’ sake! He wasn’t supposed to react this way to a few flirty words!

Even if the stranger had a nice face structure. And beautiful wondering green eyes. And looked better in Virgil’s clothes then Virgil did himself (this last one has been bothering him since he stepped into his chamber and found the Human sprawled out on his bed).

He wasn’t supposed to be squealing like little girl over this Human being. He was the Devil, the head of Hell. And he was supposed to act like it.

So, he cleared his throat. He was not going down that easily. He leaned towards the thief. “Well, if that’s true, how do you plan on doing that?”

“I-ah...um…” that was not blush on Roman’s cheeks thank you very much! He wasn’t at all fazed by this idiotic demon. And to prove it, Roman spat the first thing that popped up in his head. “With my irresistible charm and good looks, obviously.”

Virgil snorted a little, watching the dramatic hand gestures the being displayed. It kind of reminded him of Remington (witch was a cause of big concern at best), but on them he found it somewhat… endearing.

“For a simple Human being you are very confident.”

“And why shouldn’t I be?” the thief grinned, already ready to preform the play of his life. “Just look at my gorgeous self! Who could resist this?”

“Exactly how many other fleshlings have you dated?”

“Um well… none - but that’s not what’s important! There was no one worthy enough of my awesomeness.”

The devil laughed again, flashing those sharp fangs at Roman,

“After all! I was the only one that managed to find the entrance to hell between all these fluffed-up parrots!”

“Fluffed-up parrots?”

“The princes!” the liveling explained. But when Virgil only razed an amused eyebrow questioning the thief’s judgement, Roman mouth almost fall open. With eyes wide and a big unbelieving grin, he started talking and gesturing animatedly again. “Oh, come on! Don’t tell me I’m not right! Have you seen any of them? With all their powdered faces, walking like there’s hot wire up their asses.”

“Hot wire? If they’d be true, they wouldn’t be walking, believe me. There’s a room for that kind of torture.”

“But I’m serious!” the Human jumped up, prancing around, mimicking the princes. “And their lips are always pushed together as if they ate a whole lemon or something! And oh my god-“

“Oh Hades, don’t mention that prick.” Virgil grumbled, rolling his eyes, but Roman didn’t seem to care.

“- that complete sense of superiority! It’s so awful! “I am prince Frogface. Look at me, I am so strong and handsome! I’ll bring you the crown, oh dearest King! Just look at me as I go into the woods and then come back empty handed!”

“So that’s why you came…” the Devil said calmly, lost in his own thoughts.

Roman immediately shut up. Somewhere in the conversation he forgot he was actually a prisoner and the creature he was talking to was the actual real-life Devil. His captor. The one that could kill him with a snap of his finger. Probably even would, for all Roman knows. Shit… he really messed up, didn’t he? “Y-yeah… I-“

The king waved his hand to dismiss their words. “I’m guessing your king wanted the all-mighty crown and the power that comes with it yada-yada.” he said rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know the story. Everybody wants the crown”

Somehow this didn’t surprise him. But he couldn’t deny the little disappointment he felt at their words. Oh well… Guess no creature would be dumb enough to actually fall for the Devil.

“So, you were the only one who found the entrance?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting for the other to continue.

Roman was expecting everything - anger, shouting, even flames (who knew what this thing was capable off) - but the last thing he expected was for the demon to sit calmly.

“Why… aren’t you more outraged?” the nervous thief asked, watching Virgil cautiously. “You’re supposed to be the big bad Devil! The embodiment of all evil! The Merciless blood-spiller.”

Virgil snorted - he hasn’t heard that one yet before.

“I just expected something more… I don’t know… evil? To come out of you?" Roman rambled, because what else was he supposed to do?

Virgil blew air out of his nose - which could be classified as a sort of ‘you’re such an idiot’ laugh. “Relax. It’s not like I’m gonna bite of you head.” he rolled his eyes. And they twinkled with a wicked idea.  “Although… I could just-” he grinned, showing of his fangs - all thirty of them. Licked them just for the effect.

The thief shivered. He knew that momentary relief was just that - momentary.

Virgil leaned closer and closer, until Roman was completely flush against the supporting-beam’s stone. The Human closed his eyes, petrified.

And then he heard it. That complete and utter free laughter. He frowned looking back forward. And the Devil was literally laughing in his face. “Y-you humans are so naïve! I can’t- Why would you believe any of that?”

Roman and his offended noises didn’t much help the Devils laughing-cramp.  “Ah, huh… okay…okay.. I’m - I’m calm now… please… hah… continue on. You were the only one who found the entrance?”

Roman pierced his lips and glared at the demon in front of him.

“You are evil.”

“Oh sweetie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re in Hell. Everybody’s evil.” Virgil smirked. “But go on. I’m curious.”

The thief’s angry expression didn’t hold up much longer and he pick up where he left off. “Yes, I was the only one it seems. I don’t know how those morons missed the signs. I mean - they were right there. in front of their big, up-turned noses. Oh, and by the way - you guys are idiots!”

Virgil blinked in surprise “What?”

“I mean it! How dumb can one be to need directions to their home!”

“I mean those aren’t really for u-”

As much as Virgil found the rambling of his prisoner endearing, this was getting a little too much.

“Like, you’re supposed to be these big smart canning demons and you need signs to get home.”

“Those-“

“Like, humans really have to rethink ow we view your kind-“

“Hey, fleshling!” the Devils stern voice finally cut through Romans flood of words. “Don’t tempt it.” he gave them a look.

“Iiiii’m shutting up now.” the thief nodded, biting on his lips. I really need to learn when shut my mouth…

“Good.”

Silence fall upon the two and believe me, it wouldn’t do it justice simply calling it ‘awkward’. Roman looked everywhere but at the king. And Virgil sat, thinking about ways to break the silence.

And then something popped up in his head! “Why did you want that crown anyways?”

“Oh, that!” Roman grabbed onto the offered string as greedily as a thirsty man for water. He rubbed his neck somewhat ashamed. “It’s not me who wants it. Our King has decided he wants to rule all and promised a really nice reward for it. And I could really use that money…”  

Virgil tilted his head. He didn’t know the Human standards of living, but this being seemed a little too torn up to him from the beginning. His curiosity was spiked. “Why?”

“Well… My mother is really ill and- oh shit! How long have I been down here?!”

“Am… a-about a day in human time?” the complete and utter fear that for once weren’t cause by Virgil, took him by surprise.

“A day and a half?!” Roman jumped up again, looking around for the way back. “I-I have to get back. I have to go!”

The demon watched him. “I’m afraid I can’t let you…”

“No, you don’t understand! My mother is dying! If I don’t get back she’ll-“ Ro’s lips quivered. “And god knows King won’t give a shit about a poor old woman! I have to get back home!”

Their breathing was becoming shallow. Their movements frantic and rigid. They were shaking.

Virgil knew those signs all too well… He slowly stood up, keeping his eyes at the slowly panicking being. “Hey, come on look at me.”

Roman didn’t do that. Instead, his eyes finally found the entrance and his he was so ready to just bolt out of there, but Virgil reached him first, grabbing his wrist.

That didn’t doo much good, because the other froze up completely, breathing worsening. The Devil didn’t think this true… But he had to do something!

He turned them around and looked them directly in the eye talking calmly and clearly (of course, that wasn’t the case on the inside). “Look. I can’t let you out. But! I can send some healers to your house. There’s not a disease those demons aren’t capable of healing. I can promise you, she’ll be in good hands.”

Roman blinked at him. he tried to speak, but somehow words didn’t come.

“Now, though, I need you to breath. Okay?”

He tried, he really did, but he kept tearing up in the middle of a breath and failing at slowing them down.

That is, until the demon in front of him started counting. He found himself listening to those simple numbers repeating over and over again until somehow his breathing adjusted to it.

He didn’t even notice when he went down to the ground. Not even when he ended up holding both of those black-nail clad hands in a death grip. But the Devil didn’t seem fazed. He just kept on counting until Romans breathing finally evened out.

He was so tired. And still shaking. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

But his mother-

“Let’s go find the healers and tell them where to go.” Virgil gave a small smile and stood up, holding a hand out to the Human.

If this was a joke, it was the cruelest one of all. Being kind and helpful then pulling the rug from under his feet. That’d be cruel even for the Devil. Nobody deserves to be played like that.

Roman really hoped this wasn’t a cruel joke…

And he took that hand.  

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I’m not sure if this is what you were waiting for, but this is what I have to offer XD

I myself really enjoy when a story centers around the main characters and shows of the dynamic between them. Not much happened in this chapter, but they talked a bit and I got more comfortable with how I write them together and individually - you could say I got to know them more.

So... I hope you liked it :3

And as always, questions are really appreciated :)

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BNHA Headcanon

Requests are: Open! 

What the big three of class 1A would be like as a partner :)

I haven’t written in so long, it’s really sad :( I really want to write I just don’t know at all what to write! If any of my friends or any of y’all have ideas on what to write, please let me know! My request box is open! I really want to write more, so if you’ve had an idea in the back of your mind, please let me know! 

* Cough * now that I’ve finished my ramble lets get onto the headcanons!

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𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓘𝔃𝓾𝓴𝓾

Sweetest child ever, we love him so so much !

Possibly the sweetest of these three?

All the cuddles, for sure, hugs 24/7,

Kisses are different

 They boy gets nervous when a girl is too close let alone kissing them, are you kidding?

He, of course, really loves you, you know that, but it will take him some time, so in the meanwhile, hand holding, hugs, and cuddles are more than enough

But when he is finally comfortable enough to kiss you?

He won’t stop. You can’t make him.

Kisses your hands, cheeks, nose, everywhere he can, he loves you so much and this is how he shows it. 

Deal with it?

��Anyways, 

 He loves to cuddle you a lot, especially after a long day of hero training and just school in general, he loves to lay his head in your lap and ask you to run your fingers through his hair, or just softly cup his cheeks, just really tender and soft touches

He also really loves it when you lay your head on his chest, it makes him so happy for some reason idk

loves to scratch your back for the cute little snores you let out while you’re sleeping

OKAY I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS

If you call him ‘ Your Hero ‘ ?

He’ll die, he’s dead, good job, you killed him, what do you have to say for yourself? 

No but for real, it makes him so happy when you call him that, he’s striving to be the best he hero he can be, but having you call him Your Hero? It makes him over the moon with happiness

“ ThankyouforcallingmethatitreallymeansalotI’mgladthatI’myourherooh- “

You had to cut him off. He wouldn’t stop otherwise.

 Sweet boy. Yes yes, very good. 

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𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸, 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲

Asshole child, I love him

This man is my desktop screensaver I- 

ANYWAYS

Tsundere, we all know this ass man is one, lets face it.

At first he absolutely loathes any kind of romantic interaction in public when you two first start dating, which was difficult to get to in the first place. 

I feel like even before you started dating, he wouldn’t want to even talk to you? Like yeah, okay, You’re cute and all... and maybe you have a cute ass smile...

But you’re a distraction from being on top 

If Once he kinda realizes that his hyper-fixation on being the #1 hero is a tad bit too much, he’ll probably pull back the reigns a tiny tiny bit, and finally kinda sorta admit his.. feelings? To you

“ Oi, dumbass, c’mere “ ... “ You’re kinda not terrible looking “ 

Once y’all start dating he opens up more, eventually letting PDA be a thing, because your his woman dammit! He’s gonna show you off to every possible human who is a male and in your age range, gonna let them know you’re his, got it? 

Don’t fuckin touch them. Mine. 

Likes when you lay on his chest. It kinda inflates his ego more than it already is tbh, he likes that you chose him to be the one to protect you, and thats kinda sweet ig

Will only really kiss you ( other than your lips ) If your asleep, aka forehead kisses and kissing you lightly on your eyelashes.

Likes to hold your hand to make sure these other idiots know that your his idiot. 

So sweet !

Definitely makes you rub his back after class

* ugh * fine he rub’s yours too

wtf he’s too good at this

why is Katsuki literally a housewife I’m confused. 

I like this explosion boy. He’s kinda cool. 

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𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓲, 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓸

Ah yes, the one who doesn’t understand why these thirsty ass hoes are simpin over him

* cough * I am a simp for this man. 

Doesn’t really have that great of an understanding of what a relationship should be? His parent’s weren’t exactly the perfect couple? 

Like he was probably talking with the bois ™ when relationships come up and they’re talking about like.. normal relationship stuff and he’s all “ Huh? What? “ 

They have to kinda explain to him like.. what love actually is?

By the end of it he’s like “ Oh. “ 

That’s all he says.

As time goes on he kinda understands he has a crush on you? He enjoys being around you far more than your other classmates, and now he’s stuck because he A; Has never been in this situation before and B; Doesn’t know what to do when you have a crush? 

I would imagine that he would either go to one of the quieter boys of the class or someone like Kirishima. 

Whoever it ends up being, they tell him what he needs to do, I feel like for someone as reserved as Shouto, he would probably write some kind of short note, either telling you his feelings, or to tell you to meet him somewhere like in a cheesy ass movie

Fan service, anyone?

Anyways, it’s a memory you look back on fondly, now that you guys are dating.

Todoroki is absolutely the best person to cuddle? Are you kidding?

I know personally I like to be either warm or cold when I sleep, sometimes in-between, and he is quite literally half cold, half hot?

he likes to cuddle too, I imagine he likes spooning, both being the big and little spoon. 

Not especially fond of PDA, but will hold your hand. 

In private however, it’s mostly the same lol

at least at the start? You have to understand that this poor baby has both been physically and mentally abused for who knows how long? Love isn’t a normal thing to him. 

However, I believe that he will warm up to the idea of being loved by someone rather quickly once he knows how fun it is. 

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! 

If you two don’t want to be tagged in my stuff, please tell me, but y’all are really my only two friends SO IM GONNA. @t-amajiki @mochimooncakes​

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The Classroom - Leeteuk (s)

Summary: your literature work is not what professor Park expected at all, but he might have an idea of how to help.

Pairing: Professor!Jungsoo x student!fem reader AU.

Word count: 1640.

Warnings: rough sex, oral, face fucking, language, the usual dirty shit.

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I'm so thirsty for this man, someone help me please, I'm sorry. ;;;;

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Today you couldn't wait for your class to be over. Your mind wasn't concentrated enough on the subject. Honestly, literature wasn't that boring; in fact, you loved it. But you were just anxious.

The fact that your teacher gave you your research back without any notes on it, or even a score was bad enough and your head kept rambling on this thought the whole hour. When less expected, the class was over, and your classmates hurried to leave, but you weren't even able to stand up from your desk.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you," professor Park said from his desk, looking attentively at his notes.

You packed your books back and nodded, somewhat panicking inside. Slowly you made your way in front of his desk with your bag on your shoulder, tugging in closer to you.

"Please take a seat," he suggested. Never bothered to lift up his gaze from his desk.

You took the nearest chair and placed it in front of his desk, and sat down, playing with your hands. You didn't say anything.

"Could you borrow me your research?" he asked, toneless. This time, his eyes locked on you.

"Yes," you searched for it on your bag and handed to him, you were shaking inside and your hands were cold.

Profesor Park scaned on the pages of your work without any interest, making you bitting your tongue.

"Do you wonder why I didn't leave any score on this?" his eyes went back to you.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came.

"This is garbage. It's the worst thing that I've seen, why you didn't follow indications? It's the most mediocre work that I've seen from you."

Sighing you looked down at your hands. Of course you knew it was bad, but not really terrible. You noticed that his once monotonous tone was replaced with a deeper one, he wasn't happy at all.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, ashamed. "I had other projects-"

"That's not an excuse," he interrupted, making you lift your gaze. Of course he wouldn't accept any excuse.

"I'm so sorry-"

"I can't accept this as your final work, and I'm afraid I will not let you pass my class."

"What?!"

He placed your work on his desk for you to take it back on your bag, his words were unbelievable.

"Wait, no, can I make it again or something?" you asked, your voice trembling. He stood up saying nothing to lock some stuff on his locker.

"I don't think it might be possible," he replied, showing little interest.

"But- something- there has to be something I can make."

The tought of your perfect score was beyond far. You played with the hem of your dress anxiously.

"Maybe," he chuckled, coming back to his seat.

"I'll do it."

"It's not very professional from me, though," his smile disappeared and his dark eyes looked at you on the other side.

Shit. You gasped, and your heart beat increased. He was your teacher, sure, but sometimes you couldn't even ignore that he was the main topic of conversation among girls and boys about how damn attractive he was. And they were right, you were surprised that professor Park didn't catch you yet staring at him sometimes.

"W-why?" you stuttered.

"I know how you look at me. And I've got to learn some of your habits as well, like how you bit your pen when I'm walking around or how you clenched your legs when I pass by your side," he said, calmly. "I'm not an idiot."

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heating and you swallowed again, not able to answer to that. He completely got you.

"I'll do."

"Excuse me?"

"I will do it."

You talked without thinking actually, but the thought of having him without any other condition was fair to you. You wanted it and he wanted it.

He blinked a couple of times. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

Without a word, he got up and walked to the door, closing and locking it. You heard his steps coming closer to you, until he reached you back.

"Get up."

You did as he told, he took your bag and placed it on the chair you rested seconds ago, moving it away with your stuff. Professor Park was again in front of you, looking ethereal and hot at the same time. You felt the urgency to rip his suit off, but your thoughts were cut when he brushed his lips on yours.

He bit at your bottom lip, and asked for permission with his tongue to explore your mouth. You gasped at his touch when his hands cupped your cheeks, deepening the kiss, your tongue enrolling with his. Releasing a moan on his mouth, he pushed you to the desk slowly.

His hands parted your legs and he broke the kiss, his lips sucking on your neck now, tasting your skin. A whimper escaped from your lips when he marked your skin with his teeth. You felt his hot breath on your ear.

Running your hands on his body, you made your way to his pants, undoing his belt and finally touched his hard bulge with your palm. He groaned in your ear as you stroke him off under his tight boxers.

His hands now ran over your breasts, and he took off the braces of your summer dress. Leaving your skin for a little, he unhooked your bra and left it somewhere on the empty classroom, showing your tits. Your dress hanging down your breasts.

His mouth attacked your nipples, sucking your left first, and then rolling his tongue around it, he repeated the same process with your right one making you moan and gasp. Your hand still stroking his hard cock.

Your teacher spreaded your legs once again and his hand reached your core. He put your panties aside, his fingers rubbing your entrance and brushing your clit slowly, and you even rolled your hips a little. You moaned along with him as you kept masturbating each other.

"Come here," he whispered darkly, moving his hand from you. You stood up. "Get on your knees."

Happily, you did as he told. As soon as your lips parted for him, he shoved his cock on your mouth. Lustfully, you sucked him off, your hand took what your mouth couldn't reach. His hand ran through your hair to see you better. Releasing a low moan, you felt yourself aching for him. His soft lips were parted.

You took his lenght further on your mouth, gagging, remembering yourself to breath through your nose. He groaned loudly when his dick touched the back of your throat. His other hand held you in this position a little longer. You chocked when his hips thrusted and fucked your mouth relentlessly.

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make," he praised, looking down at how his cock disappeared on your swollen lips.

Your eyes shut and you relaxed your jaw for him to keep his fast thrusts. His constant groans and noises made you weak, and your core was aching for him. He had to hold himself to cum right away and pulled out from your mouth.

The string of saliva that connected your lips with his dick fell on your chest, making a dirty sight of you on the floor. Your throat was burning, but you enjoyed every second of it. Quickly, he bended you over the desk.

You felt his slim fingers touching your wetness and he slided one inside of you easily. A moan fell from your lips, your hips moved to meet his hand moves as he let another finger inside, curling them up. He took them out soon, and replaced them sliding his cock inside you without a warning.

You gasped and cried so loud, that echo eas made on the room, grabbing the surface underneath and he pounded into you. The burning on your core soon faded away and became pleasure as he fucked you relentlessly.

The grip on your hips would surely leave marks, however you didn't care. You shut your eyes when he touched your sweet spot repeatedly, making a moaning mess of you.

"Don't stop, please, please, please!" you begged at the verge of crying.

His expert hips thrusted even faster, making the desk creak under your body. Some books and papers flied away from the surface. Hearing his low groans and moans, you took a glance to check on him.

His hands held firmly your hips, and his eyes were locked down where he dissappeared inside you. His hair was also sticky on his forehead and his brow furrowed as he punded into you.

The sight made you clench around him and you grabbed tightly the desk, shutting your eyes. You felt his dick twitching inside your walls, and you came with a loud cry. His hips thrusted quickly, searching his own release and he emptied his hot seed inside you with a low groan.

A couple of thrusts later, he stopped and collapsed on top of you. He softened inside your core as you both panted for breath for a couple of minutes.

He pulled out and you sat down on the desk, your whole body feeling tired. He helped you to clean in silence later after he took care of himself.

"Thank you..."

"What for?" he asked, innocent. Looking at him in the eyes, you lifted a brow. He chuckled. "I'm kidding. Come here tomorrow after lunch and well work on it," he said helping you to put on your bra on.

"Okay..." you watched him attentively as he accommodates your dress softly. "And are we just going to work?"

"We can fuck if you like."

You laughed and bit your lip. "Sure, professor Park."

"Please, call me Jungsoo," he smiled.

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MLQC HC - Harry Potter AU

What would the main characters be like if they attended Hogwarts?

Lucien

you know our man’s would be in Ravenclaw

like this man is thirsty for knowledge

whether that’s the only kind of thirsty he is is up for debate ;)

boy would ace every subject

except for flying lessons

(I think his gifts lend him more to academic study as opposed to athletic)

his favourite subject is potions

something about the thin line between magic and science in this lesson really gets him excited

and you know he would get detention at some point for experimenting a little too much

(probably “accidentally” turned one of his peers into a cockroach or something)

(”in the name of science”...)

I also think he’d be good friends with Luna

I think he’d appreciate the new perspectives she could show him :)

Kiro

baby boy is Hufflepuff and you cannot convince me otherwise

like Kiro is so loyal and friendly

like can this man be my best friend already please and thank you

also having his common room so close to the kitchens is a big bonus for him

boy has some serious talent in charms class

because he himself is so charming hehe

and all his teachers love him

all he students love him

even Snape can’t be mean to this absolute angel

not so good in Defense Against the Dark Arts

there’s something about the darkness that clings to this ball of sunshine

so he has to work extra hard in that class...

he would love to put on mini performances in the common room in the evenings

everyone melts at his voice

now i wish i was a Hufflepuff too

and you know Kiro would be friends with literally everyone because everyone loves having him around :))

Victor

SLYTHERIN

ambition is this man’s middle name - so you know the House of the Snakes would welcome him

capitalism - do i need to say more?

does pretty well in most lessons

can even rival the resident genius Lucien

but he loves DAtDA the most

he loves the fast-paced, challenging lessons where anything could happen

because this man loves to stretch himself

least favourite subject? Divination

predicting someone’s future from a bunch of wet leaves? absolute bull

skepticism x100

“tea is made for drinking, not reading, dummy”

honestly? i don’t think he would have much of a friendship group

like people respect him and all

but he doesn’t really fit in with the other Slytherins

and everyone else doesn’t like him BECAUSE he’s a Slytherin

...he really kinda drew the short stick on that one, huh?

Gavin

Gavin is a Gryffindor through and through

blood does not run through Gavin’s veins

courage does

and a decent amount of adorkable hotness too

doesn’t care much for lessons

would rather mess about with his other Gryffindor buddies

gets into trouble with the teachers a lot

but still miraculously manages to get out of detention??

like how does he do it??

“I don’t know - I guess the teachers just like me”

has a secret soft spot for Care of Magical Creatures class

just don’t tell his mates

definitely got caught riding the Hippogriff around the school grounds once

but Hagrid was impressed more than anything so he got off easy in terms of punishments

part of the Gryffindor clan

best friends with Seamus, Dean and Ron

though he’s still pretty wary of Harry himself

has a major crush on MC - but, ironically, doesn’t have the guts to ask her out

Shaw

“oh? you’re going to bed now? can I Slytherin?”

was disappointed he didn’t get into Gryffindor but glad he can at least use that pick-up line

yup - Shaw has that BSE

Big. Slytherin. Energy.

like he loves to bully and scare the first years

but it’s only because Gavin makes him feel insecure

definitely on the Quidditch team

probably a beater

and the Slytherin fangirls love him

does fairly average in class but has an aptitude for Transfiguration

(used a spell to dye his hair the shade it is and now it won’t change back)

“guess I have purple hair now”

in league with Draco Malfoy

but refuses to be seen as one of his lackeys like Crabbe and Goyle

is also the only person who has the guts to approach Victor

as a result they have an... odd bond

MC

I was gonna put her in Hufflepuff

but if Neville could make it in Gryffindor then I think she’d do great too

is brave but not idiotically so

(like some of the lads in Gryffindor)

as a result, she makes good friends with Neville and Hermoine

she and Hermoine are epic workaholics

though she works really hard - she’s not quite on the same level as Lucien or Victor

but then who is?

has a talent for Divination

Professor Trelawney’s star pupil

is the only one polite enough to listen to Trelawney’s ramblings

she also quite enjoys muggle studies

she finds muggles fascinating

hates flying lessons with the passion of a hundred suns

“my legs work fine, thank you”

is pretty popular but, unlike Kiro, still prefers the company of her closest friends

as a result, half the school has a crush on her

(and honestly i don’t blame them - she’s so precious)

And that’s it! Hope you enjoyed this first post! ( More coming soon. ;) )

#mr love #mr love queens choice #hc #headcanon #harry potter #victor #kiro #gavin #lucien #shaw #mc #divination is bullshit

[jjkpls]

(y)our name 2 - one (m)

> genre : fluff, angst, light smut

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 6.7k

> warnings/content : friends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; a LOT of cursing, oc is... chaotic, thirsty, panicked; Bad Editing Le Retour™

You could not look any less serious. With your badly dried hair, your face glazing from the cream you just applied in a rush and your whole frame, vibrating in childish excitement. “You know what, Guk? We can decide to make it weird or we can decide to be two grownups, responsible and smart and like reliable and- and be like 'Well yeah we had sex, whatever, it’s not gonna change anything!'”

There's a heavy silence blaring in the hallway. You're too ecstatic to let it affect you but still, you wish he'd appear a little less impenetrable. He's not giving you anything to work with. And even though you can't imagine any other alternative than the one you just suggested, he has to confirm he's willing to go along. “Right?” You're defying him with your gaze, hands attached to your waist, head tilted to the side. The smile stretching your lips grow less natural and more rigid. Jungkook simply shrugs, shifting about on his feet.

“I guess you’re right.” He says but he doesn't look like he means it. He looks preoccupied. And a thought, disturbing, invades your mind. Something is burdening him. And from the frown on his adorable face, it's at least mildly serious.

“Are you okay?” You’re pouting as you ask, not meaning to tender him the way you do but you can see his troubled heart all over, in his stance, in his giant eyes. You feel bad for being the idiot concerned about that night when there is something wrong with him. Anything could have happened during those excruciatingly long and testing three weeks. Your merciless dumb ass may have missed a drama in your favourite boy’s life and the fact that you could have actually let it happen breaks your heart. “Is something wrong?” 

He gazes at you, wide-eyed. They’re shining with a curious apprehension. It’s as if he wants to say something. The tiny tremble of his lips hints there is something, just right there, at the tip of his tongue. A simple little push would have the words out. “Tell me.”

Instead, he shakes his head, one of his hands rising to mess with the already chaotic pile of dark locks. “S'nothing. I’m good.”

“Jungkook.” He’s already down a few steps, his back turned to you. “You’re not gonna tell me?” There’s a tiny little edge in your voice, as if your heart's been wounded. It brings him to spin around to peek your way. You’re not that stupid. You know three weeks of break in a friendship that has, in almost a decade and a half, never had any before, must impact it somehow. You detest the idea. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know.” He says, softly. He seems all tiny, hunched over as he is, several stairs down.

“Still, you’re not gonna say?” He looks up from his shoes. There's this contemplating pout on his mouth. Again, he looks like he's debating internally.

“If- It’s not important. If I need to, I will, ok?” Your heart stings. But you want to trust him.

“You promise?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, biting a smile back. “I don’t need to, you already know.” Grinning you jump on the step next to him, wrapping with great difficulty an arm around his shoulders, you lead him down the stairs.

You're rambling loud in the resonating hallway about how you spent the whole night watching your favourite zombie movies in prevision of the day you're about to spend. He doesn't need to hear you say it all as he already knows. His phone along with him didn't have any sleep last night, as you kept sending him messages of extreme importance regarding all the technics and strategies you were actively learning watching the films and how useful they were all going to be for the zombie apocalypse-themed escape game you had made reservations for.

You are so excited, you can't contain yourself. Finding him back after having missed him so much and for so long, you just can't accept to spend any more time without him. Which is ridiculous. You two would have to get back to your lives and go to work for starters, but not now. Now you've dumped your shift on your kindest colleague at work, quite last minute, so you could have the whole day with Jungkook. Planning on going to that escape game you two had been talking about for months, making a checklist of all the places you could visit afterwards to eat and take pretty pictures if he wanted to, adding a list of the potentially interesting movies now in theater if you still have time left. Yes, you really did miss him. You don't want to say it out loud as it's been said enough the night before, but you hope he knows from how hard you hug his arm against your heart that you're still overwhelmed by the joy brought from him filling the staggering void in your chest again as if he'd never left it.

Your phone lights up on a too-familiar face and a name you feel too uncomfortable to pronounce out loud. It’s Namjoon. Again. You see Jungkook’s eyes catch it before you turn it off, and they divert awkwardly as if terrified to meet your own. Your heart stings again. Like a sharp scorching needle piercing through the thing. You can’t bear the awkwardness. You used to be able to talk about anything. Even some things that require litres of liquid courage and lead to consequences such as burning ears and heavy sweating. But never anything has just been brushed over. The realization that something is installing itself between you hits. A new norm, where some subjects must remain unmentioned. It’s horrifying so quickly you blurt out, “We broke up!” Jungkook looks up from his bubble tea, eyes large like saucers. 

“Yeah, I heard so. From Jimin.” He doesn’t ask for more information and it’s upsetting. You want him to know he can ask anything. Anything that is yours, anything that is you is his too. 

He should know it all. 

“It’s just- he is- he is not an asshole but I don’t know, I guess we didn’t agree on everything. He wanted me to choose between you and him.” Your eyebrows raise, head shaking in remaining disbelief. He had some nerves. You felt bad momentarily because it meant Namjoon believed your relationship to be strong enough to face this kind of ultimatum. But he was so rude about it! So rude and assertive, it didn’t even give you the willing to clarify things up with him, to sort things out, consider a compromise. As if you’d ever sincerely only dare think about giving up Jungkook for anyone or anything else. You would never.

Jungkook smiles around the straw he's gnawing on and you chuckle. You're sharing the same mischievous glance you used to when younger, you would find some shenanigans to ditch a third party you were not inclined to stay with so you two could play and be yourselves exclusively together. Like a secret handshake, you have your secret smile. There you know you'll be fine.

After some time, he feels comfortable enough to bring Namjoon back to the conversation. It's just to apologize again about what happened. He doesn't leave on any more information, any answer to the burning question you've carried with you since the incident but you decide to not push it. It was fucking weird, this whole mess of a situation. So unlike him to hit someone. So unlike you to turn your back on him as if there would ever be a valid reason for you to stop loving him. A piece of the puzzle is missing, however, you trust him with it. Surely, he'll give it to you one day and that's fine.

You're cutting the calm quietness surrounding you with a sudden burst of giggles. He squints at you, eyebrows frowned as if he already knows and it makes you laugh harder.

“Shut up!” He groans while trying to reach for your phone on the table. Your reflexes are cat-like though, and before he knows it, the hilarious video you shot today of him, fighting incredibly poorly a zombie, plays for the two of you to enjoy. He's screaming so loud, cursing a bunch of profanities you've never heard him say, and when his ass hits the ground without the actor touching him you're throwing your head back, crying in hilarity. It's been torturing you for the past two hours. Each time your brain starts to putter, the video comes knocking and you just can't help the bubbling mess to rumble from your chest. You only stop when he starts to threaten you, saying he is going to leave and head home.

You really don't want to go home. Or more like, you don't mind going home but he has to come and stay with you. Why couldn't you have been born as Siamese twins?

Sticking the lollipop out of his mouth, he winces in pure disgust, “That'd be horrible!”

“What? Why? It'd be awesome! We'd be stuck to each other all the time!” Which is an enchanting thought -maybe it needs to be precise. You're sure he thinks the same. The grimace intensifying on his face is just comedy.

“We'd be siblings, by the way. Not best friends. That wouldn't work.”

“Let's hot glue the shit out of our hips so we can test this theory out!”

“What are you even-” You don't interrupt him, he does himself, deeming it's pointless. Halting his steps, sighing deep and loud as he stares down at you like you're crazy. Maybe you've turned a little bit insane. That's what too much Jungkook and sugar do to you: you're sincerely considering the whole hot-glueing thing. “Ok. You're going to bed.” It's a gasp that answers him and like a dad who knows how to handle his misbehaving child, he cuts you off before you even get to say anything.

“___, it’s 3 am. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I start at 5 pm!” You pester, hitting the ground with your foot.

“Still. Don’t be ridiculous. You need sleep.” His huge eyes blink slowly, his face contorting weirdly as he contains a yawn. He's the one who needs sleep but-

“But-”

“You really did miss me, huh?” 

He's all smug eyebrow-dance and wiggly shoulders so you decide to simply be honest, that'll shut him off. “Of course I did!” He tsks, not having expected this as he stares off the distance, looking anywhere but you. You pout, hitting his ugly sneakers with your own boots. “Why do you keep wearing those things?” The offending bulky things are daring you to criticize them further.

“You don’t know fashion.”

“Oh is that fashion? Ok, I guess I really don’t know then.” When you look up at him, grinning, he has that look on. Head slightly tilted to the side, tight-lipped smile, the one that pinches the skin around his mouth into a tiny dot, eyes looking soft but implacable. It’s the look he has when he’s telling you off and it makes you whine indignantly. “I don’t wanna go home yet.”

“But you will.” He decides, sticking the lollipop back against the inside of his cheek, gaze all ominous before he's throwing you on his shoulders. You'd scream if it were not the middle of the night and you didn't mind having people calling the police on you two for night fuss. 

It's not the end anyway. You're dramatic and greedy because it feels natural to be in these circumstances but you know you two will be fine. You should let him go home to sleep without fearing losing him again.

There's no doubt in your mind. Still, instead of your brain to sink in the happiness and let you fall peacefully asleep on your two ears, the uncooperative thing just wouldn't let you rest. Keeping you wide awake and alert, bringing thoughts way too joy-filled to not render you giddy and fidgety. 

I guess it wasn’t that terrible. It wasn’t bad at all. You did apprehend it. Not only were you two to start hanging out again after a pause that felt like an eternity, but you had also to do so after spending the night that you did together. It seemed easy enough on his part. Maybe because he seemed already preoccupied with something else. Either way, it went smoothly. Like riding a bike. Something you never just stop knowing how to do. Jungkook and you, it’s natural. It’s pure fated affection, there’s no place for any lagging. This you confirmed today. 

As the days pass, the routine reinstalls itself, with morning breakfasts shared, impromptu hellos, and stray kitties pictures sent out throughout the day.

It feels wonderful. You can appreciate what you used to have with a whole new level of intensity. It’s like hovering over the Earth on a candy cloud. You’re not lucky, you’re blessed, gifted. Nothing is that upsetting. Nothing is that tiring. Everything fixes before it even breaks because there’s Jungkook and the happiness he brings everywhere along with him. 

You’re not that bad at being cool about the whole one-night thing. Not as good as him but still good enough. You manage to prevent anything potentially compromising to slip, refract any impulsive gesture towards his arms or his chest or his thighs even. You do end up blushing furiously sometimes when an unexpected careless babe falls through his lips, or when he mutters your name quietly to bring your attention to him and the breathless calls from this one night remind themselves to you. And of course, it would be like this. How could it not? How could you just say each other’s name so casually when you heard them being moaned by the other the way you did. That’s what you think. But he doesn’t seem on the same page as you. And that puzzles you. Not greatly, you know him to be more used to unattached sexual affections, but still. 

How could he not be affected when you’re pretty sure you screamed his name? That’s the other thing about the fateful night and its consequences, the more time passes the less you remember every detail of it, and you dread it. You wish it would stay intact, untouched in your head, as grandiose as it was when it happened.

It’s worrying. How obsessed you are about the incident. But not for the reasons one could expect. 

Your friendship is not at stake per se. Or maybe it is in a way, and that’s why you’re not presenting yourself to him with those thoughts. 

It’s not about Jungkook or more so, it’s less about the feelings you adorn for him, and more about his skills. Because he does have skills. You have no idea where they come from. If he’s spent years secretly attending sexology seminars or if he was born an incubus and for some reasons you knew nothing about that, point of the matter is: he blew your mind. He ruined you, opened up a door inside you had no idea was there and it felt so good during and after, that you find yourself feeling miserable at the idea that maybe, you won’t ever fall upon a lover like him. 

Namjoon was fine. He didn’t have the best stamina and was a bit too stiff to plant and bloom passion as intense as Jungkook managed to in few minutes but he was ok. Taehyung was fine too. Perhaps tending to be a bit selfish, forgetting to give back if you didn’t remind him but for the most part decent -he did have a huge shrine that wasn’t so handy in practice but still managed to entice you and make you squirm before you realized that, except for pain and discomfort, the hugeness of it didn’t bring much more. 

And that’s the thing that annoys you the most: they used to be good. They used to be in your mind more than good enough. You didn’t question the possibility of having more. It was alright. You didn’t come each time. You never came more than once in one encounter. But it was fine for your standards. You didn’t know any better, that there could be more to it. Now Jungkook swirled in, wrecked you, leaving you a satisfyingly empty shell lain in a puddle of your own arousal and that’s the mind-blowing sex you want to have for the rest of your life. The thought that maybe he is one exceptionally proficient guy, member of a very rare and exclusive club of fucking abnormally phenomenal lovers that has the secret access to a secret magic to Orgasms -with a capital O because what you thought to identify as orgasms before definitely are not the same things as what you experienced with your best friend- it’s depressing and horrifying and makes you want to start a fucking riot against the universe and maybe against men for not all being as good. Because they should. Fuck, there would be no more cheating partners, no more lonely solo underdogs, eternal peace in the world if everyone dared be as good of a lover as Jungkook. 

Maybe you’re over exaggerating. Maybe. Probably not.

How, how in the hell are you supposed to just brush that memory like a simple anecdote, marking your history like any other tiny souvenir would, like that first time he cried in front of you right after he scratched his hands falling from his skateboard and you had kissed it better, or that time he lied for you so you wouldn’t get your ass beaten by your parents after having skipped two classes to go make out behind the school with Kim Seokjin. 

Well, you can’t. It’s impossible. And at first, it’s fine. It just means you spend a little more time in the shower, you're a little slower at work because you have to constantly bring your brain back to the task ahead, you’re overall a little more angsty and every time you meet up with Jungkook, there’s a little apprehension. It’s a little less 'I can’t wait to see that dumbass’ cute face even though he might bully me for not having showered', and a little more 'I’m going to meet with my good old friend who happens to be the man who fucked my brains out that one time, so maybe I should put on that skirt'. 

The permanent tension doesn’t last that long. He’s too much like he’s always been. You’re too happy with him like you’ve always been.

Things go along as they should. You repress actively your deviant brain, decide you’re going to get over him because he is not the only man on this fucking Earth and there’s no way, there’s no fucking way -it’d be too unfair- he is the only good man worthy of your time. 

Soon you realize that in fact, he is. In a way or another, by some curious black magic or something, he managed to make himself the only man left on this Earth. What a dick, you think. Because now he’s gotten back to his life, his awesome life of an awesome dude, unbothered, untroubled by whatever the fuck happened when you, on the other hand, are all broken. 

There's this thing about you. You used to fall a bit in love with every person you’d see when you'd be single. There would be this tall guy with his beanie low on his forehead pushing his fringe in his eyes, reading some manga on the train, and you’d start making up a sweet history for him and you’d wish he’d look up for a second and fall in love with you too. But he’d leave without noticing you and then this young woman would walk in with a dude on her toes. She’d look saddened while the guy would look annoyed and you’d start thinking about where you’d like to take that girl out and what cute pet name she’d like you to give her when you’re not even into girls -allegedly. You’re desperate for love. You’ve always been. Which could be surprising as instead of having a childhood deprived of it as often have the people who grow to be very demanding when it comes to affection, you were spoiled with it. Instead of curing you, the force-feed love rendered you addicted and you've always wanted more. More people to meet and discover and adore. Rarely enough. Except when you’re in a relationship. You’re not simply loyal you’re fully invested. You want to be good, to be the best, bring the most. You know how to direct all your time and attention and aspiration on one person without wanting to look away. 

And that’s what you need again. Maybe. Someone to prove you that sex is not it all. You never thought that before stupid Jungkook but now, you're questioning it. He did break you. You think constantly about it, not wondering what compliment that one stranger like to hear, what place that other stranger would love you to make them discover, you're wondering if they could make you feel good. If their bodies would be as hard and hot as Jungkook's. If their sexes could fill you up and stretch you, hard and right the way his did. And fuck Jungkook because not only did he change your way of considering people -which is fucked up, by the way, you feel like a creep every time you catch yourself doing it-, he made them all uninteresting. None, even in fantasy, do it for you. You don’t want them to touch you. You don’t want to touch them. You wonder what’s under their clothes without really wanting to know. That’s not that surprising. You’ve always been a very emotional person and perhaps it’s just not something for you. Perhaps you can’t fuck without affection. But at the same time, it’s what you want, it’s what you need. Just purely wild and relieving sex.

It’s the reason why you end up grabbing your phone, tapping your passcode in a fury because the print sensory thingy won't work and you’re already pissed enough as it is. Wrist hurting, breathing laboured, pussy quivering uselessly around nothing, you quickly get to your chat log with Jungkook. You’re mad. It’s the umpteenth time that you try to get yourself off and end up on the verge of crying from frustration because you can, physically, feel yourself craving for a cock to fill you up -possibly his. It’s the worst feeling. A degree of desperation like you never have felt before. And it is insane because never in a million years could you have imagined that sometimes a woman, and you of all, could have your cunt yearning for something that bad. It’s like it builds and builds, not phenomenal but seemingly good enough, and then it snaps but as you come, you feel the lacking spoiling completely your already low-quality orgasm. One of the worst experience of your life. You’re enraged and delirious from the dissatisfaction and that’s why you end up sending him this message:

you : thinking bout u

Read. Right away. There are the three little dots blinking on the screen, your brain adds a mental drumroll to accompany it. And then they disappear. Five minutes pass, you’re dying, feel like your pussy might catch a cold staying open like that -which is quite dumb and lewd but you’re so upset, you spent so much energy on attempting to get off that you can’t even get yourself to roll over to the side (it’s not even like he’s going to teleport himself there and just slip inside at any instant). The dots don’t come back so you decide to text him again, a bit more apprehensively. 

you : do u think about me?

jungkook : are you making a YouTube video?

You’re confused for a while, reading multiple times the text over, simply not getting it until the phone vibrates again in your palm. 

jungkook : like a lyric prank

Ah. 

you : Ah no. And why would I chose a song from 2009 to do that

jungkook : It’s not 2009 and cause you’re lame like that

This is absolutely not going the way you planned, you think finally closing your legs together. Then you remember that you didn't plan shit.

you : 😐

jungkook : What do you want anyway? Why aren’t you sleeping

jungkook : ?

you : I just told you

jungkook : I don’t know what you mean

Is he messing with you? Or does he sincerely not know? Fuck, you hate texting. You never know what the person on the other line genuinely means. You're not being a coward tonight though, so you send:

you : You said to tell you if I ever think about you

The torturous three musketeers are back, cackling right in your face as you stare, for an eternity, wishing for something, anything, to replace them. It’s outrageously long. It’s like he’s typing his eulogy or something. Until the dots are replaced but by worst than any text, no text at all. They disappear and nothing else comes through. The embarrassment is so overwhelming, your body finds the strength to fully wince, your legs jerking up to your chest and your whole body falling sideways from just the cringe. What a fucking idiot. Your face buried in the pillow, you wail and groan in emotional pain. Then it shakes again, the cellphone, the cursed object you shouldn’t be allowed to own. You grab it with your eyes shut close, terrified at what the screen has to show you. When you gather the courage to look, you frown: it’s a link. A URL you don’t recognize. You tap on it, gnawing nervously on your lip as Safari takes forever to load the page and once it's done, and the title of the page appears, you wish it wouldn’t have loaded at all. Fucking hell. You’re going to die. You’re dying of embarrassment tonight, it’s decided. 

'69 Best Masturbation Tips for Female Orgasm'. It’s an article about masturbation. He sent you that. To help probably. Because he doesn’t want to do it himself and doesn't know how to say it. Of fucking course he doesn’t want to and oh-my-fucking-god how could you have been so fucking stupid. 

you : Sorry

There are the dots again but you can’t bear to see them again so quickly you type a desperate:

you : I’m really sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. Sorry sorry JK please just forget I said anything sorry good nighttt 😅 😅

It’s the worst moment of your entire life. And this thought, the thought that it’s so terrible, nothing will ever compete for that title, is the sole reason why you decide to not suffocate yourself to death in your pillows. The worst just happened.

You’ll just avoid him. For a few days. If he lets you. He probably will. The poor guy is probably feeling even more awkward than you. You were acting so normal, regular platonic friendliness and suddenly he learns that you’ve been lurking over his ass for all this time. For fuck's sake. You’re the worst. There's a tiny voice in your head that's not a bitch and keeps telling you that a couple of days would suffice and eventually your cheeks’ crimson will reduce and progressively the whole thing will be lost in your memory like those events that sometimes fade so far away, you’re not even sure if they were ever real or simple dreams. Except this one is a fucking nightmare and as you toss and turn around relentlessly for the whole night you’re sure you won’t ever forget it did happen and the shame that you felt. 

And you’re wrong about that. Because as you wake up the next morning after having successfully fallen asleep for an hour around 6 am, the memory is blurry. It’s flimsy. The burning devastating emotions are gone like they hardly ever existed and you can sigh in relief as you stretch out of bed, body sore and rusted but mind fresh and enthusiastic. You feel like you’ve just woken up from a power nap -you know the fatigue will strike you half-dead later, around 10 am or 2 pm, you’re not sure yet-, feeling positive and wanting to move the world with how productive you feel like being today. 

And then your initial hypothesis is proven right. As you reach for your phone by rote, meaning to check the time and your notifications as you usually do, you fall upon the text Jungkook sent you right after you shut your phone off, the night before.

jungkook : It’s okay

That’s it. Hell befalls once again on your stupid self. It’s like last night, all over again. Your eyes well up, aiming to fill up the tenuous rivers dried up on your cheeks. You fall on your face back in bed, yelling full-on in your mattress. It’s horrible. It’s horrible. It’s horrible. 

“Are you okay?!” You hear Eun ask from the other side of the wall. Her voice is all hoarse from sleep and now you feel even worse for having woken her up with your idiocy. Stupid and selfish you are. 

“Yes, sorry!” There’s a loud thump as you assume she lets herself fall back to sleep. You’re glad she’s too tired to register the tremble in your voice and the obvious desperation even you could decipher. 

'It’s okay' with no emoji, no nothing. The emptiest text you’ve ever received. It’s worse than one of those 'ok' assholes send sometimes as an answer to a long invested text. You know what it means. It means it is not okay. He is too sweet to tell you off the way he should or wants to. He knows you’re not an inconsiderate bitch and that you will read through the pixels with this simple two words that it is not okay, he’s not interested and he feels bad but that’s just how things are.

The alarm of your phone rings loud. You’re reminded of your stupid duty you’re supposed to attend to: your job. You feel like a teenager again. Well, in reality, you never really stopped feeling like one. When something would happen, you expected the whole world to stop for you to deal with it. You were too spoiled as a kid. People would actually stop. You remember walking down the playground, eager to play at something but not knowing what and sauntering about looking out for your different options and all the kids, no matter what they were busy playing at would stop and stare, sharing quick nods of approval before one of them, one for each group, would walk up to you and try to convince you to stay with them. Everybody liked you at the time, everybody always loved you without you completely realizing, only occasionally would you suspect it with a sheepish mischievous smile hidden in the corner of your lips. 

And now you’re twenty-three and someone, the person who’s supposedly is always cherishing you, doesn’t want you. Which is fair. Fair enough. You’re friends and it’s weird for him, you get it. But he said that you could call him whenever you thought about him. He said it. And he said something else. You can’t remember properly now but you remember what you thought at the time: that he was suggesting you’d do it again. That happened. Whatever the exact terms were, he did hint at wanting other times to happen. Then again, he did say a lot of things that night. And obviously, those were spurred in the heat of the moment. You guess he’s smooth along with being talented. His words are part of the whole thing and for good reasons, it works like a charm. 

But, therefore, of fucking course, you’d take it seriously. Of course, it’d take roots in your weak mind and bloom into invading, overpowering desires.

You’re pissed at him now, you realize as you struggle to apply mascara from how much your hand is shaking. You’re angry because he is the asshole behind all that. Even if he did not do it on purpose, he’s made you like that, fucking obsessing over his fucking dick like it’s the only one left and you’re meant to save humanity from extinction. He didn’t have to be that good to you. And why would he say those stuff if he didn’t mean them? That’s fucking sick. And why does he not want you anyway? He didn’t have a problem with you being best friends the first time. He sure enjoyed it, right? 

Right? 

Your memory is hazy. 

You’re not sure if you just made it all up from the pleasure you were experiencing. He is good. But maybe you suck? Maybe he just went along and concluded with you because he was too sweet to back up and stop in the middle of the course of action but in fact, he didn’t enjoy it. You didn’t do a lot, that much is true. You didn’t feel too bad about it before because you were sure he still had his fair share of pleasure but now that you’re not sure, now that you consider the idea that maybe your brain affected the real turn of events to spare your ego and feed that magical experience you had, you feel like shit. It must be it. With all those girls, beautiful, liberated you’ve seen him with over the years, he must have had expected and wanted more. He didn’t end up that talented with no one to practice with. And there you were, awkward potato who couldn’t keep the lights on -which apparently was such a big deal-, way more inexperienced than you thought yourself to be, giving him the worst sex of his life. Of fucking course, he wouldn’t want to do it again. 

It’s decided you’re never meeting him again. It’s not his fault. It’s yours. You suck balls. Or rather you don’t and that’s the issue. 

Fuck. This is so embarrassing. It's been a couple of hours since the curse text he's sent, and you don't feel any better. If only you could focus on those dumb coffee orders and forget about your stupid pussy for a second. 

It’s a little easier after a few mistaken cups of weird lattes, when your manager, perched like an owl on a bar stool, starts staring at you like she’s about to fly to you and bite your head off. 

It gets harder when you finish your shift and your mind is left to think about him again and the atrocious humiliation. You’re cringing the whole ride home. Having to stop yourself from growling out loud in frustration, not wanting to freak people out by making them think you’re rabid or something. And it turns the hardest when you have to walk past his door and ignore it, when it’s right fucking there, to quickly flee in your apartment. You’re sweating and shaking once you’re inside, pressing yourself against the door, praising the barrier protecting your ego from him. 

Wow. That’s insane but you don’t want to see him ever again. Or at least not until it quiets down. It’s too much. You know there shouldn’t be a seat for shame in your friendship but you can’t help it. It’s just Jungkook but it’s also the best lover you’ve ever had and, you can't deny it anymore, an extremely attractive man. And you’ve humiliated yourself in front of that man.

It’s the reason behind your avoiding him. You don’t even take the time to think about it and try to rationalize, think about what he might be feeling, think about the implications of your action, about how childish you’re being, you just do it. 

At first, it’s a blast. Knowing you would work hard to precisely avoid him makes it more bearable for your existence. You don’t wake up with an awful tummy ache and a migraine just considering having to talk to him and act fine and casual as if you’re not dying inside. You won’t see him so it’s fine. It requires a little effort though. A little checking the area for safety with an unsuspecting Eun. A little hustling as you have to steal all of your colleagues' early shifts so that you don’t have to be home for breakfast and see him land in your living-room to eat with you. A little stealth when you have to come home as you do in the early afternoons and you don’t know for sure if he’s not working from home, eagerly tending the ear to try and catch you coming home. His ear is very sharp and you know when you don’t pay attention and are loud climbing up the stairs, he can hear you from his apartment. He told you before that he recognizes the sound of your stepping, different from Eun’s and that’s how he knows you’re home safe when you get off work at ungodly hours of the night, and knows to send you a sweet encouraging text when he hears you leave ungodly early. 

It’s because of those messages that you start feeling too bad to handle. The first time, in a panic, you had answered the text with a raccoon gif. He responded with a sympathetic laughing emoji and you decided you sucked faking casualty and would simply restrain yourself from answering his morning texts. It’s been cleared out already that you should not be allowed to use a fucking cellphone. 

He's too powerful though. The kindness of his texts and the guilt you’re facing directly proportionate to it adds to the fact that you miss him. It’s been five days and you miss him immensely. It’s when Eun who asks why the boys haven’t been around in so long that you realize you’re really being a bitch. He deserves better than that. Therefore, laying down on the sofa, legs propped on the armchair, naked feet shaking in anxiety in the air, you pick up your phone because you never learn apparently. 

you : you wanna have a ““““spooky””””” movie night? Netflix put up the scream movies + pizzas

It's natural enough. Doesn't mention anything risky and that's perfect.

jungkook : I’m in busan rn

you : What? Why are you in Busan? 

you : And since when?

jungkook : Two days. I’m coming home tomorrow night 

jungkook : For a seminar

jungkook : And you would know if you were not so busy avoiding me

Well, here goes the not-mentioning-anything.

Another quirk of yours: when your mind is set on something, hardly anything can make your aim waver.

you : *gasp* I don’t appreciate being called out like that

Nicely played.

jungkook : Don’t care

But he's going to be difficult.

you :  😐 😐

jungkook : Are you embarrassed about the other night? That’s fucking dumb 

you : You fucking dumb 

jungkook : Why are you so embarrassed? I told you it’s fine

you : But it’s not though. I feel terrible still

jungkook : There’s no reason everybody gets horny

you : But I rubbed it in your face when clearly you don’t want it I’m verysorry 

jungkook : Stop apologizing

And again, as always, it just goes smoothly. You don't understand this. It used to be so simple being friends with him. But lately, it's like everything is a challenge. You always doubt before being proven that yes, things are like they've always been. You have no reason to doubt your friendship, nor him. The weight lifted off of your chest feels incredible as it leaves, bringing a few relief tears to the corner of your right eye. It's the end of it, at last.

jungkook :  who said I don’t want it

a/n : yes, it’s happening, (y)our name is back. Way sooner than expected but it’s kookie’s bday so i felt i had to give him another chance. So, there should be 2 other chapters to follow, all in reader’s pov. I’d really like to know what you guys think. I feel like it’s too messy (it took me a while to write and i’ve been feeling stressed out so i think it transpires too much). in any case, i really hope you enjoyed, i know a lot of you anticipated a sequel so i hope i don’t disappoint. i’ll try to have the second part up next week-end. until then, peace out boys scout!

& a happy birthday to our angel, please bid your well wishes hard enough so they can reach him.

Hugs and kisses and love to you all. 💜

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Urges

AO3

Fandom: Homestuck Summary:  When Dave finally gives into his urges, what will Karkat do?

Tags: Meteorstuck, Retcon Timeline, davekat, pov switches galore, present tense CW:  CW: hand holding, hugging, nose kisses Author’s Note:  This is a fic that I wrote in about two hours for the davekat thirst federation server after they were all being Caliborn thirsty on the main. Please note the content tags--if you're up (heh) for all this spiciness, read on. I thought result was worth sharing with the masses. Enjoy!

Dave is walking beside Karkat, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Karkat's dangling hand, the lax fingers calling out to be--

No. No, he couldn't. He shouldn’t. And yet... He tilts his head ever so slightly to see Karkat's hand better. The curve of the fingers. The tips of his yellowed claws. The thick, meaty curve of his gray palm. What would it feel like to--

Dave feels his face go hot.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"

"oh yea of course dude but youre still wrong about dane cook"

Karkat rolls his eyes but accepts the answer before launching into another diatribe Dave can't be bothered to listen to when Karkat's hand is dangling so invitingly by his side.

He can't. He shouldn't.

Before he can stop himself, he reaches out for Karkat's hand, the warmth of it beneath his fingers even more wonderful than he'd thought it be. His fingers wrap around Karkat's stiff startled ones; their palms meet.

---

Karkat is walking beside Dave, going into detail about the superiority of the comic stylings of Dane Cook, when he feels another hand grabbing his own. It's so sudden, he hardly knows how to react even as he feels fingers intertwining with his own.

He stops walking. His throat is dry and he swallows hard before turning his head. There's only one person who can be holding his hand, but it's impossible. Dave's not interested in him. Not like *that*.

But he turns and looks. Pale fingers interlaced with his own gray, leading up to an arm clad in red God Tier pajamas. A shoulder connected to a neck. A neck to a face.

At least Dave has the decency to be blushing, too. He doesn't have the decency to actually look in Karkat's direction. Instead, he squeezes Karkat's hand.

"DAVE?"

Dave is silent. Then he turns his head, the smallest hint of a smile curving his thin lips. "sup"

---

Karkat says his name, and it's not a rejection. It's not a rejection, but it's a question. Karkat's face is flushed but confused. He isn't trying to pull his hand free, but he isn't returning the gesture.

Dave is worried now, worried he's pushed too far too quickly. He has to do something. He smiles, trying to ignore the nervous flutters in his chest. "sup"

Karkat scowls. "WHY-WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY HAND, DIPSHIT?" The stutter tells Dave he's as affected as Dave is, and despite the harshness of the words, he still allows his hand to remain in Dave's grasp.

Dave feels a swell of hope. "it was asking to be held dude i dont make the rules" He shouldn't. He's done too much already. But Karkat's so close now, his yellow and gray eyes wide. Dave can see himself reflected in his dark pupils.

Feeling reckless, Dave uses his free hand to lift up his glasses so he can see Karkat in full light. His eyes are even more beautiful without the dingy, gray haze.

---

Dave pushes his stupid douche shades up, leaving them up in his blonde hair. Karkat isn't certain what is more incredible: that Dave is still still holding his hand or that Dave has willingly, of his own accord, allowed Karkat to see his eyes.

Karkat has seen them before, of course. He's caught glimpses of them from the corner of Dave's shades. Seen flashes of them when they've been knocked askew. But he's never been given the opportunity to really look at them. Certainly, Dave's never let him look.

He's so lost in the moment, he's speaking before he can censor himself. "THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL."

Dave ducks his head, his flush traveling down his neck. He holds Karkat's hand a little tighter. "thank you" he says in an awkward way that tells Karkat Dave doesn't get many compliments. "im gonna get crazy here so hear me out" He takes a deep breath. "can i... can i--" He's turned his body to face Karkat's head on. "i wanna hug you can that happen"

For once in his life, Karkat takes initiative. Before Dave is even quite done speaking, he's closed the space between them, wrapping his free arm around Dave's middle.

Dave makes a startled sound but recovers quickly, and almost too quickly, Dave's arm is wrapped around Karkat's middle, too. Their entwined hands loosen and separate, allowing those arms to join the hug as well.

Karkat smells soap and a hint of sweat. And it's warm, so warm. The only hugs Karkat had ever had, had ever endured, had been cold. He'd never hugged Aradia, but he knows that even her embrace would have been cool. But Dave is warm.

He sighs against the other boy's shoulder, relaxing further into Dave's arms. He feels breath on his cheek; it smells like coffee.

This can't last forever, Karkat knows this. He knows that this experiment of Dave's will end, but he can enjoy it while it lasts.

---

For what feels like the longest time, Dave can only marvel at the fact that Karkat is in his arms. The troll boy is hugging him, pressing against him, as relaxed as Dave has ever seen him be. Dave feels a rush of pride that Karkat trusts him enough for this. He feels a rush of shame that he waited so long to ask for this.

He tightens his hold on Karkat as though that will keep this moment from ending.

His face is close, so close to Karkat's.

Dave has never been good at knowing when to quit. He's never known when to be satisfied. He brings his face that much closer to Karkat's, brings his nose closer to the gray nose.

They touch. Dave moves his head and gently rubs his nose against Karkat's.

---

Karkat doesn't react at first. He's mostly confused about what the fuck Dave is up to. As far as he can tell, Dave is rubbing his nose with his own nose. It's not unpleasant, just unfamiliar. It feels... it feels intimate.

He closes his eyes, wishing Dave would stop, wishing that he wouldn't. What is Dave getting out of this? Is Karkat just convenient or--

There is no or. Dave wanted to do this with someone, and Karkat is someone. That's it. He ducks his head away from Dave's, burying it into his shoulder.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS WITH ME?"

Dave stills. Then he says, "i want to man thought i was making that pretty obvious" He chuckles, his chin pressing into Karkat's own shoulder. "karkat youre pretty baller you know"

He'd never thought Dave would be so good at acting.

---

Dave isn't expecting it when Karkat pushes away from him with a rough shove. "karkat--?"

Karkat's mouth is twisted into a vicious snarl even as his eyes fill with ruddy tears. "FUCK YOU, DAVE." He wipes the tears away with trembling fists. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO USE ME, AT LEAST DO ME THE FUCKING COURTESY OF NOT LYING TO MY FACE ABOUT IT."

"what" Dave is utterly lost.

"DON'T 'what' ME, ASSHOLE." He crosses his arms, the anger on his face crumbling into a hurt that stabs Dave in the gut. "I ONLY HAVE A PASSING UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT 'BALLER' MEANS, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED IN ME. SO, DO ME A FAVOR, AND STOP PRETENDING YOU ARE."

Dave has spent enough time with Karkat to tell when he's about to bolt, and Dave can't let him go until he clears this up. He grabs Karkat's hand again. "dude karkat listen to me im not lying" To his relief, Karkat doesn't pull his hand away. To his worry, Karkat folds in on himself, his head bowing and his shoulders slumping.

"I'M PAN ADDLED ENOUGH TO LET YOU TAKE WHAT YOU WANT," Karkat says, sounding defeated. "JUST DON'T PRETEND YOU ACTUALLY LIKE ME. I DON'T THINK IT'S TOO MUCH TO ASK."

---

Karkat can't look at Dave now, too embarrassed, too desperate. He should have just kept his mouth shut for once. Should have just enjoyed what little scraps Dave was willing to throw him. Dave is still holding his hand.

"i want you to listen to me" Dave is saying, his voice soft. His other hand strokes the top of Karkat's knuckles as he speaks. "im not using you thats hella gross and id be all kinds of insulted that youd think that but i dont want to make this about me when its about you" Karkat hears him take a deep breath. "im gonna lay it on the line ok i like like you a lot."

"YOU LIKE LIKE ME?" Karkat hates himself for the hope in his voice. He's not entirely certain what "like like"ing means, but he's gathered it's more than being hate-friends. Yes, he and Dave have been getting along better, but he knows Dave only tolerates him because they're both lonely. That's all.

"yea like we're peak middle school up in here passing notes to each other," Dave is clearly gearing up for a ramble, and Karkat smiles despite himself, "do you like me or like like me but weve got to keep it on the downlow so the teacher doesnt notice and find our note because our reps will never survive if she reads it to the class and she will because thats how teachers roll"

"I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE CLUSTERFUCK YOU HUMANS CALL AN EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM," Karkat says and, for a moment, it's like nothing's changed. Then reality falls in again. "YOU MEAN THAT?" He is such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot.

---

The way Karkat asks Dave if he means what he says is almost enough to break him. If he weren't such a stone cold bad-ass, he's certain he'd be bawling now, too. Even so, he wishes he could put his shades back down without Karkat thinking he's hiding his eyes so he can lie better.

"yea dog i mean it i dont lie about important shit."

Karkat has always been an open book, emotions-wise. It'd probably be more helpful if Dave were better at emotions himself, but he can see that Karkat wants to believe him. It's something. "we dont gotta do anything different if you dont want im chill just hanging with you," he says, hoping against hope it doesn't come to that: he wants to hug Karkat again, and he hopes the troll boy will let him. "but i want to... i want to hug you because youre you youre like special ok"

A disbelieving huff. "YOU THINK I'M SPECIAL."

Dave nods. "karkat vantas is totally one of a kind" Well, that just isn't true, is it? "i mean there are a fuck ton of you out there in the dream bubbles but i meant more like metaphorically in that this version of you is the you im interested in hugging and stuff"

---

Karkat almost can't believe how charmed he is by this idiot. Almost. Maybe Dave is lying, but maybe Karkat isn't being fair. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks maybe that's true. Considering what he was accusing Dave of wanting to do, he's fairly floored that the human boy still wants anything to do with him.

He looks down at his hand still held between both of Dave's. Then he looks up at Dave's face, at his still uncovered eyes, and makes a decision. "OKAY."

Dave blinks. "ok" The corner of his mouth quirks upwards. "ok"

Karkat rolls his eyes. "YES, THAT'S WHAT I SAID. I'M GLAD THAT YOUR AURAL CLOTS ARE STILL FULLY FUNCTIONAL."

"you have got the weirdest names for things you know that just say ears its so much shorter"

Before he can come up with a suitably scathing remark, he's being hugged again.

Oh.

He sighs and returns the hug. He could get used to this. He thinks he already is.

FIN

End Note:  Sorry. I could not add in the kissing--it was just too lewd.

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Prologue

Synopsis: Mad and broken hearted, you hastily write your name, joining a club you know nothing about. Meeting the boys who run it, your whole life seems to change.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang

A/N: This work has been a long time coming... I am so excited to finally be sharing it with you. This is going to be a rollercoaster, I can promise you that. I hope you can stick with me through it! Let’s goo and enjoy~

You can find the link to the series masterlist here

   You were on your way back home from your dancing lesson, on a cloudy Thursday afternoon. As you walked the all too familiar neighborhood, your mind drifted away and you were daydreaming. Your thoughts run fast and you didn’t want them to stop.

    Aloof as you were, the buzzing of your phone in your back pocket snapped you back from your reverie. The bright screen of your phone stared back at you as the familiar nickname shone against your lockscreen. You didn’t give the message a second thought, placing your phone back in your pocket and opting to read and reply to his message later.

     Your boyfriend however seemed to have other plans, spamming your phone. You were only a few blocks away from your house so you paused to shoot him a quick text to call him in a bit.

     You opened the messaging app and your heart stopped when you read his messages.

Kyle

Hey

We need to talk

I don’t think this is working out, we should stop seeing each other.

Sorry

It’s not you, it’s me.

Really.

   You stood on the sidewalk staring back at your phone feeling like a complete idiot. Of course Kyle wanted to end things. He was way out of your league anyway. What made you even think that he would even have true feelings for you?

   Then again, a text, A TEXT. Fuck Kyle. Fuck him and fuck you too for thinking you or your relationship would be anything more than a joke to him.

   You would not cry. You would not go on crying for a boy that just showed you how stupid he was. You would be the bigger person.

YOU

I don’t get it. I don’t. But fine. Have it your way. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.

   You sent the text without a second thought. Realizing you were still standing on the sidewalk in front of a stranger’s house, your body sparked into action before your mind did. Your feet found the way down the familiar path while your mind felt too numb to work.

   After arriving safely in the confines of your home, everything became blurry. It took a few seconds for you to register that you were crying silently. The steps to your bedroom seemed endless. You found yourself lying on your bed, staring at the clear white ceiling as if it held the answers to your questions.

   Your mind was still; your heart numb. The quiet buzzing of your phone next to you on the bed wasn’t enough to snap you back into reality.

   Your mom made an attempt to lure you downstairs for dinner but you declined, keeping your voice low. It seemed that the quiet helped keep your sanity.

   The sky burst with colour, saying goodbye to the sun for a few hours. The moon took its leading place in the sky racing to chase it around, never fast enough to catch him.

   You were thirsty. Making your way downstairs you welcomed the stillness of  your house, your parents off to bed. The clock on the oven announced the ungodly hour of 2:38am. You went back to your room, lying inside the covers, not even bothering to change.

   You opened your phone, opening the messaging app and writing only a few words that would prove to be enough.

YOU

He ended things. It was a rough afternoon. Meet me before school tomorrow.

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   You woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit. Your head throbbed like a hundred smiths were hammering on it ruthlessly. Your throat ached, your eyes were puffy.

   You tried to avoid your mom’s eye during your quick breakfast. She only half-knew about Kyle and you weren’t ready to explain yet. You dressed sloppily, getting ready for school. On your way there, you blasted music on your headphones, in an attempt to silence your thoughts.

   Before the school gates stood your best friend. She looked ready to slit some throats, you could feel frustration radiating off of her. Carefully folding your headphones, you turned to put them in your backpack.

   “Y/N”! She screamed upon seeing you.

   She rushed to you and the smile that spread on your face was a genuine one. Wrapped up in her arms you felt safe. You were not alone anymore. She was here and you were going to be together for most of the day.

   You were going to be okay.

   “You don’t have to say anything. The text was enough.” she whispered in your ear.

   She understood. It was going to be okay.

   “Elena” you started, breaking the hug and looking your best friend in the eyes. “Thank you”.

   She beamed at you. Grabbing your hand, she went on rambling about how her favorite band were probably preparing their next album and how she was STRESSED. You welcomed the distraction, nodding at her words to show you were listening.

   You stood next to her as she grabbed some things from her locker. Your eyes skimmed the notice board on the opposite wall. All the clubs were written there, the school teams and news.

   A plain piece of paper stood out to you. It was white, with bright red letters. You left Elena’s side and walked closer.

“Don’t need your love club”

   Five slots, all scribbled with hasty handwriting followed, and a small PS at the end.

   “Fuck your ex. Fuck your love life. Meeting Mondays 5pm”.

   “Don’t need your love club? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before”, Elena said, now by your side.

   Fuck your ex indeed. Without much thought you turn to Elena.

   “I need a pen”

   “You’re joining? Why?’” she asked.

   It was true that besides dancing, you never showed much interest in clubs. You didn’t even know if you were going to follow up with it. But writing your name on that paper amidst your frustration felt good.

   You wrote your name and turned to face your best friend. You found her looking away from you, in an almost panicked state.

   “Y/N. Don’t look. Don’t look, but he is coming over” Elena whispered.

   “A small victory, followed by a large defeat” you thought.

   You stare at the wall, trying to find something interesting to look at. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the way your heart raced, fighting to break through your ribcage and into his hands.

   “Y/N…” he started and you felt a sob shake your body.

   “What do you want?” Elena asked for you.

   “Can I talk to Y/N alone for a second?” he asked, turning to her.

   “What would you have to say? You said plenty yesterday.” Elena answered.

   “I just want to explain. If you just let me…” he said reaching for your shoulder.

   You flinched away from his touch, finally turning to face him. He looked fine. It bothered you so much that he looked at you with those innocent eyes of his, looking at you the way he would look at you before. As if he hadn’t just broken up with you through text.

   He was startled by your reaction. Quickly composing himself, he tried again.

   “Y/N…”

   “No. Stop. I have nothing to say to you.” You told him proud of your steady voice.

   “I can explain. Please.” He said.

   What was he pleading about? He started all this. He should reap what he sowed.

   You moved your backpack further up on your shoulder.

   “I. Have. Nothing. To. Say. To. You.” You said emphasizing each word. “Now, I have to go to class”.

   You pushed his shoulder in your attempt to get away from him. You feared he would try to grab you, turn you to face him again, try to explain. He didn’t.

   You couldn’t decide whether you preferred it that way or not. Trying to breathe, you walked towards your classroom. Elena was next to you in no time. She was talking to you, but you couldn’t hear.

   Blocking everything out, you let the day pass past you without paying it any mind. Your mind couldn’t focus for more than a few seconds at a time and it left you disoriented and dizzy. You vaguely remembered Elena being there for most of your classes as you sat in your chair wondering what your teachers were talking about.

   Returning home that night, you turned off your phone, leaving it to lie upon your desk, next to your laptop. You needed some time off the grid. Snuggled deep inside your covers, watching re-runs of FRIENDS and reading, your heart finally began to feel a bit lighter.

   Your mind was calm and your heart (mostly) in peace by the time you picked up your phone again. Opening it, messages started pouring in, from Elena, other friends and even your dance instructor.

   You smiled seeing all those people reaching out and trying to help. You felt bad about blocking them out, but you also knew you needed it. You went through your messages, replying to everyone before setting your alarm for the next day and falling asleep.

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  Mondays were always the worst. You started your day content, getting from class to class and keeping notes. As your lunch hour approached with you and Elena barely making it through a Physics quiz, you couldn’t wait for the day to be over and done with.

  Sitting down next to your friends, you felt a tiny bit better. You were still tired and you couldn’t wait for the day to be over. You were taking small bites at your chicken sandwich, when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder and a voice calling your name. Turning around you were met with Renjun.

  “Renjun, oh my God hi!” you said, getting up and giving him a hug.

  You couldn’t really say you and Renjun went way back. He was one of those people you could just be casual friends with. You shared a couple of classes, you talked on and off but that was about it.

  “I’m sorry for bothering you while you’re eating, I couldn’t find you the rest of the day” he apologized.

  “It’s no problem, come sit down. Hey Iz, scoot over a bit” you said as you both sat down. “So, what’s up?”

  “It’s nothing big, I just wanted to ask you something” he said.

  You thought it was super weird that Renjun had something to ask you. He was almost a genius, getting the best grades in almost every class. What help could you be to him? You didn’t voice any of this however, seeing that his expression was serious.

  “Shoot away. I hope I can help!” you answered.

  “You signed up for the Don’t Need Your Love Club? Why?” he asked.

  You were taken aback by his question to say the least. So it wasn’t about classes or homework. That’s why he came to you. Trying to compose yourself, you replied.

  “I- I did, but how would you know?”

  “I’m a member too. See it’s kind of a running joke between me and my friends… Not really a club. We just wanted an excuse to stay at school and see each other so that’s all we came up with.” He said.

  “Oh, am I ruining your party? I don’t want to be a burden or anything-” you were saying but he cut you off.

  “No, no, nothing like that. I just thought you and Kyle-” he started, but looking at your expression, he cut his sentence short.

  “I’m sorry for bringing it up, I didn’t know…” he trailed off.

  “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not right now, but I’m going to be fine. To be totally honest with you, I don’t really know why I signed up to the club. I was kind of pissed at Kyle for breaking off things with me. It felt good writing my name on that piece of paper. Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.” You told him, smiling apologetically.

  “It’s fine, I get it. Maybe you should come after all. It’ll do you good. Kind of like an AA meeting” he said, giving a laugh.

  You shot him an incredulous look “We’re underage!” you screeched.

  “I said almost!” he replied, both of you laughing it off.

  He gave you a small hug, before getting up.

  “5pm. Meet me outside the computer room on the second floor.” He told you walking away.

  “I’ll be there!” you answered.

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  Time seemed to slow in an unforgiving pace after your meeting with Renjun in the cafeteria. The clock on the wall of your classrooms mocked you as you watched the minute clock chase the hour hand around.

  You didn’t really know Renjun’s group of friends. You were almost certain Jeno, one of the basketball team’s stars, was his friend. You had also seen him hang around with Donghyuck, a semi familiar classmate of yours. Renjun wasn’t popular, but he was extremely kind and friendly, so seeing him walking around with someone wouldn’t really be a clue… Would it?

  What got you feeling anxious was a group photo Renjun had uploaded on his Instagram. It showed five boys, all people you recognized from around school, without really knowing them. The photo showed the boys in different poses and you could tell they were having a blast.

  What if these were the friends Renjun talked about? What if they were mean or rude to you? What if they just didn’t like you and forced you out of the club?

  You knew you were reading too much into it, but you really couldn’t help being nervous. You tried to calm down and focus back to what your teacher was saying in front of you but you seemed unable to bring your mind to rest. Finally, with a promise to meet next week with a new topic, your teacher let you go just as the bell rang.

  You took your time as you gathered your things. Walking in the hallways, there was the usual hustle and bustle of students dropping things off or picking things up from their lockers, looking for their friends or speaking with one another.

  Unlocking your locker, you left most of your things inside, almost emptying your bag. You hated carrying stuff around when you didn’t have to so you just made a mental note to come by before leaving.

  “So, ready to go?” Elena said behind you, making you jump.

  “Jesus girl you almost gave me a heart attack!” you scolded her, giving her a playful shove.

  “Can’t help it if you’re always on edge! Relaaaax!” she dragged out.

  “I am walking in unknown territory here you know” you stated matter-of-factly.

  “How so?” she asked.

  You turned to her, giving her a pointed look. She realized she had forgotten something, so she got to thinking. Elena tended to be forgetful about things in the most adorable way possible, making you unable to get mad at her. You gave her some time until she got it.

  “You have the thing with Renjun!” she said, proud of herself.

  “Ding ding ding!” you told her sarcastically.

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure that cute guy is gonna be there too!” she said.

  “What cute guy?” you asked.

  “Oh, you know which one, the guy who just transferred here! You don’t? Oh he is CUTE I’m telling you. He has a weird name though, can’t remember” She said.

  “I’ll take your word for it!” you replied.

  After bidding Elena a quick goodbye, you walked up to the second floor looking for the computer room Renjun had mentioned. After finding it you looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

  Checking the time, you realized you were still a few minutes early so you did your best to keep yourself entertained until Renjun showed up.

  You were just about to beat your high score to the game you were playing when you heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards you. Renjun threw you a huge smile upon seeing you and you returned it.

  “I almost forgot I had to pick you up! C’mon, the others are already there!” Renjun said, excited.

  Renjun clasped your hand in his and dragged you through the hallways. You were running, feet echoing on the empty halls, but your laughter was even louder. You begged Renjun to slow down but he just laughed and urged you on even more.

  Renjun finally managed to slow down before the auditorium doors.

  “We have the whole auditorium for ourselves? How many people are there?” you asked, trying to catch your breath before walking in.

  “Five, now six I guess. We wanted to bid you a warm welcome so Yangyang and I skipped class to prepare something for you.” Renjun announced.

  “Renjun, you shouldn’t have! I hate being in the spotlight, what am I going to do?” you told him.

  “It’s a silly thing, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry! I’ll be next to you the whole time, I promise. Besides, we’re all friends here, and the guys are waiting to meet you!” he said.

  With the mention of “the guys” your heart dropped. You really didn’t know what you should expect to find behind those doors. You tried your best to calm your heart and silence your mind.

  “The second you leave me alone, you’re dead Huang Renjun” you told him, attempting to give him a scary look.

  Renjun reacted immediately, saluting to you and then bursting in laughter. He grabbed your hand again and you couldn’t help thinking how soft his hands were, while yours were sweaty and almost shaking.

  You walked through the doors together, and you were met with a huge banner, painted in red and black reading ‘KYLE YOU SUCK’. Three boys were standing in front of you, smiling wildly, party poppers at hand. You tried to cover your ears but Renjun’s hold on your hand was firm, so you just turned and buried your face in his arms.

  “WELCOME TO THE CLUB” the boys shouted behind you.

  “You okay?” Renjun asked in a low voice.

  “I’m going to kill you” you whispered back at him.

  Renjun only beamed back at you and lead you to his friends. Introductions were in order so you quickly found out that the transfer student’s name that Elena talked to you about was Yangyang. Of course, Jeno was there, offering you his signature eye smile. Lastly, there was Jaemin, your school’s official heartthrob.

  You recognized them all from Renjun’s Instagram, but you didn’t mention it, politely smiling at all of them, even hugging Jaemin. You were just about to note that someone was missing when Yangyang spoke up.

  “Hey, have any of you talked to Hyuck today? He wasn’t in any of the classes we share.” He asked the other boys.

  “He said he would show up eventually… Don’t worry about it, he’s going to be here.” Jeno responded.

  “Why don’t we sit down? There’s no reason for us to be standing.” Jaemin offered.

  You all went to fetch chairs and placed them wherever you wanted, but keeping close to each other. Renjun waited for you to place your chair somewhere and came to sit right next to you.

  As it was expected from good friends, the conversation quickly shifted to trivial matters. You found out that you and Yangyang shared the same passion for dancing, although you had to admit that his burned a little brighter. Jeno, Renjun and Jaemin talked about classes and projects you had no idea about. It didn’t feel awkward, it didn’t feel forced and you found yourself enjoying the company of the boys more than you thought you would.

 You and Yangyang were watching a video of one of his competitions when the auditorium door burst open and someone walked in. Donghyuck walked in and the reaction from the boys was instant. Renjun left your side to greet his friend. He led him towards you and tried introducing you.

  “Y/N, this is-” he started, but he was cut off by Donghyuck.

  “We’ve met” Donghyuck flatly stated.

  “Oh” Renjun said. “Well finally, another familiar face for you, Y/N!”

  You wanted to shake your head, to tell Renjun that what he said was so far from the truth. You forced a smile to your face and looked at Donghyuck.

  Donghyuck disliked you since the first day he met you. You had shared classes in the past and in every single one he avoided you as much as he could. When he felt especially feisty, he would make sure to comment on anything you did or said that day. He had found a brilliant way to push your buttons and he seemed to enjoy it like nothing else.

  The group’s dynamic changed with the arrival of Donghyuck, all turning to hear where he had been all day. You couldn’t help but feel like you were intruding, but as Renjun took his seat next to you again, you knew you couldn’t slip way.

 Donghyuck leisurely took his seat opposite from you, shooting you a pointed look. How could you describe it? It was an intense stare, like he was staring right through you and into your mind, reading your every thought. He looked away first, turning to Jeno and recounted the events of the day.

  You dropped your head, opting to look down at your phone and try to block out the conversation. You scrolled mindlessly through Instagram when you heard Renjun’s voice quietly whisper in your ear.

  “You want to get out? I can walk you home.”

  “I do actually… There’s this assignment I have to turn in tomorrow.” You whispered back.

  Renjun only nodded back at you. When Donghyuck finished telling his day’s adventures, he immediately spoke up.

  “Okay you guys go on if you want, Y/N and I are going to head home.”

  “So soon?” Yangyang turned to you.

  “Yeah, sorry everyone, there’s this assignment I have to work on” you said.

  “Well if it’s about school work there’s not much we can do” Jeno said, hugging you good-bye.

  “Oh yes, God forbid goody-two-shoes Y/N turns in something late, the world is going to fall apart” Donghyuck said.

  Taking a deep breath you decided to brush him off. Having said your good-byes, you and Renjun left the auditorium. You stopped by at your locker, taking the things you needed and started the short walk home.

  This would be the time you would take out your headphones, play some music and allow it to wash over you. You loved listening to music while you walked, feeling the steady rhythm of your feet on the pavement and the bass of the music leading you on and on.

  However, you had to admit that walking back with Renjun was just as enjoyable. You talked effortlessly as you walked close together, your hands brushing at your every move. Somehow, without you noticing, Renjun was holding your hand again. You smiled looking down at your entwined hands.

  Arriving at your house you turned and hugged Renjun.

  “Thank you for today. You were right, I did need this. Thank you for the banner too it was… Rewarding?” you said, unsure at your choice of words.

  You felt the giggle rush through him in the hug. As you both broke away, he graced you while a wide smile.

  “I’m glad it helped. Really.” He said.

  “I know you are.” You said.

  He was about to say something, you could see it in his eyes. He chose not to though, only turning you around and softly pushing you towards the door.

  “The assignment isn’t going to write itself! Off you go ‘goody-two-shoes’”

  There was a tone of endearment in the way Renjun used the nickname, a tone that made your heart feel a certain sort of way. You didn’t let him see it though, only walked to your house. When you got to your front door, you turned around and weren’t surprised to see him standing in the same spot. You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed, head falling back and eyes closing.

  It was a beautiful sight, you decided. As an artist yourself, you loved beautiful things and so you’d have to put Renjun’s heartfelt laugh on that list.

  And that wasn’t a bad thing at all.

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Okita's Route Part 2: Still on Kyoto Winds because I didn't realise that I'd ramble so much

Predictably, I'm enjoying Okita's route a lot more than Kazama's. Also, I'm skipping a lot less than when I played Kazama and Iba's routes, which makes a lot of sense because Okita is actually in the Shinsengumi and, therefore, gets a lot of screen time. So far, he acts like an asshole but this isn't backed up by his actions. Apart from the casual child cruelty X_X

Chapter, uh, 3? I think...

I feel like Hijikata sticking up for Sanan is just making things worse X_X . Saying that he's not useless because he's a swordsman is just plain wrong. It makes it seem like he's just saying it out of pity. I'm sure that Sanan has plenty to contribute, besides slicing people up.

"Sanan is quite the beloved member here, isn't he? It's nice to see such a tight-knit group." -_- Itou is such a master of shade. Gently implying that they only keep Sanan around because of their relationship. You evil bitch X_X

"Ugh, who brought those bastards into the Shinsengumi?" RIGHT?! Glad to see that Okita's not blindly following Kondou's lead here.

"He is easily deceived by silver tongues, those who appear virtuous... but are real scumbags." As the great Roisin Conaty once said: "Charming is just lube for evil." However, this is kind of backing up what those asshole kids were saying earlier about Kondou being an idiot X_X

SNOOP SNOOP 👀

AH! OKITA CAUGHT ME TALKING TO MYSELF! AGAIN X_X

"Trying to run away behind our backs." -_- You know that's not true.

"Heh, I'm just messing with you." No shit. "I mean, unless you were escaping, then I'll slit your throat." -_- You just couldn't resist the opportunity to throw out another casual death threat, could you?

Is he worried about my safety? I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO BE FLIPPANT BUT I SEE THROUGH YOU.

"Good girl." -_-

"It sounded like something out of a fairy tale." Oooooooooh hooooooneeeey... Have you not been paying attention?!

Welp, Okita told me to scream so... AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Oh, apparently, not that... OKITAAAAA! Bet he loved that.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Everyone, please stop screaming.

Ngl, Sanan looks good with white hair.

Apparently, Okita likes hearing me screaming his name... Good to know...

"Don't worry your little head. It would be my pleasure to help you die." O_O ... Isn't that a little hasty!?!

"You're not serious, are you?" HONEY X_X

"It's really annoying, you know. You think you're part of the Shinsengumi?" </3 Ouch X_X You're the ones who took me prisoner, y'know? However, Chizuru does often act like she's the only one who cares about the Shinsengumi members, which must be annoying af.

"We only keep you alive because you're useful. You are NOT one of us." Uh... Thanks for calling me useful? But is that seriously your attitude? Anyone who's not useful to you should just die? -_-

"His words shattered my already breaking heart." Aw! </3 Poor Chizuru bae!

"Seriously... You can really be a pain, you know that?" RIGHT. BACK. AT. YOU.

"It'd be easier to just kill you," Broken record much?

"Had their last thoughts as men been hope they might survive the madness? It sounded horrible..." YUUUP.

"Sano! Make something up!" Definite DnD vibes again! When you make the low charisma character roll deception X_X

"You're a miserable actor. Keep your mouth shut." I'm sure that this exchange won't seem suspect at all X_X

"Oh, Sanan... Who cares what you are? You're alive!" Bless Kondou's pure and simple heart :')

"Yukimura, you go back to your room. I know you didn't sleep much." Why am I the only person in this game who requires sleep? -_- Just a trend I've noticed...

"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O OKITA, ARE YOU OKAY!??? O_O

"You owe us a lil' booze! Or maybe even, heh, a little... company?" WHERE'S OKITA'S MURDEROUS INSTINCT WHEN YOU NEED IT!?!?

"Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm." BWOOOOOOAAAARP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!!

"Calm down, kid." ... NO. I HAVEN'T BEEN TOUCHED IN MONTHS.

"Hey hey hey! Looks like she's got the hots for you, Souji!" Oh Heisuke X_X

"No matter what, I won't buy Ishida Medical Powder." XD Got to admire Okita for staying true to his convictions :')

"I'm using the hell out of you" O_o Calm down, Hijikata X_X

Guess I'm going to have to put stalking Okita on hold for now...

Harada and Shiranui should just kiss already.

""Huh? Chizuru?" Okita looked up from cleaning his sword as I entered the hall." OH, HE WAS POLISHING HIS SWORD, EH? ;P YES, I AM TWELVE. Tbf, his face really does look like he's been caught in the act...

"Oh shut up, will you? It's all your fault. The medicine you gave me totally doesn't w..." >:( I'm hoping that the reason that sentence trails off is because I give him a verbal smack down!!

"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O WELL, I GUESS NOW I CAN'T CALL HIM A CUNT!

BLOOD O_O

"It's nothing." ... BOI!!

This game is totally a forcing-stubborn-men-to-rest simulator X_X

"I'd been given instructions to stay away" from the physical examinations but ho's gotta ho', amirite?!

"Oh my... So you WANT to see those savages? What peculiar taste..." Itou, don't call me out like this. Although, I still feel like we should respect their privacy X_X

"Oh! Oh..." ALRIGHT, YOU THIRSTY BITCH, CALM DOWN.

*Camera zooms in on Nagakura's tiddies* -_-

"Your body's fine, Shin." - Heisuke.

"Don't you wanna order a slice of this beef cake? I got two meaty servings on a plate, right here." Aaaaaagh! X_X My eeeeyyyeees.... Can't... un-read... sentence... please... fetch.... brain... bleach...

"A medical exam is for finding problems, not showing off. Now move." PREACH, SAITO!!!

"I feel like it's rude to intrude..." AND YET HERE WE ARE X_X

"It grants immortality" ??? Except for the part where you turn to ash???

"You're forcing your body in ways the eyes can't see." LISTEN TO THE DOCTOR, GUYS!!!

Everyone's just... RIPPING Takeda to shreds XD

"I'm scared shitless, believe me." :'( Poor Okita

No smart comments here... this is just really sad :'(

He's seen me? It's been nice knowing y'all...

Finally, Chizuru calls out Okita for threatening to kill her so much.

"Desist, you hooligans!" Sen is such a Queen! I want a Sen route!

Chizuru and Sen standing up to these arseholes is giving me LIFE! :') PREACH, GIRLS, PREACH!!!

"What were you going to do if they hurt you gravely?" Regenerate, biatch! >:)

"C'mon, was she that pretty?" UM, YES. But I think that she gives off too much of a domme vibe to be Okita's type :P

Chizuru is getting VERY distracted by Okita's hair. You know those scenes in movies where the woman takes down her hair and it's all slow motion and super sexy? This series has a lot of that. Plus when they get their Western makeovers :')

"That's funny... You don't LOOK like an especially nosy, hand-wringing version of my mother." XD I mean, -_- That totally wasn't hilarious.

"I grabbed his towel and began to scrub his head." ... We totally are his mother X_X

"I feel like I remember a time when you were nice and quiet..." NOT ANYMORE, BITCH! AND NOW, I'M ARMED WITH A TOWEL >:)

"You're really good with your hands." O_o ... What?

"You tied your hair up so quickly..." Why don't you show me what else you can do with them? ;)

Now he wants to know what I think of his hair? :/

OMG, HE'S TRYING TO COPY KONDOU'S HAIR XD I HAVE NO WORDS (for once)

Oh, you're surprised that I kept my promise? I'll have you know that I am an honourable woman, good sir! >:/

But Chizuru's claiming to only have done it out of fear of being sliced and diced? :/Uh, sure?

Chapter 4:

"They're small potatoes." This game has some excellent phrases in it X_X

Itou wanting to change the Shinsengumi uniform because it's not "fashionable" enough is the kind of genius that I'd expect from this game's most relatable character :') Although, I personally think that the blue uniforms are pretty <3

Awe, Chizuru thinks that Okita's joking about killing Itou :')

Kaoru just VERY BLATANTLY giving away that he was involved in the notice board incident X_X

:O I'm slightly jealous to discover that Okita's casual death threats aren't just reserved for me!

I get the sense that Okita knows that Kaoru's a boy but I'm sure that it wouldn't stop him if Kaoru was really a girl. Hooray for gender equality!

"I felt embarrassed for even doubting her for a second," O_e SERIOUSLY??!??

We're just going to let him go now!?!

Now Okita's having a coughing fit D: It was so stupid to run off and make him come after us :(

"What if she had accomplices nearby" GOOD. POINT. Chizuru would be so easy to lure into a trap X_X

"Without me around, you're just a useless kid." But I have a great personality! So, together, we almost make one complete, functioning adult :)

"Stop being so timid." I wish that I had that power :'(

"You can rely on us when you need to." Aweee! ^_^

"even compared to the weakest Shinsengumi foot soldier, I was pathetic." HEY. STOP THAT. WHAT DID I SAY? GREAT. PERSONALITY.

"Did you need something?" "Blood." O_O AH. Well, at least he doesn't beat about the bush! O_O

"What the hell? That's a little cold of you, having that pass for a good-bye, isn't it?" YEAH! :'( MIKI IS RIGHT! </3 :(

"Saburo. Watch your mouth." I'm sure that Miki is sad when Itou dies but 90% of their interactions are Itou telling Miki to shut up. X_X

"Is... Is that okay?" NO. IT IS NOT OKAY. SAITO AND HEISUKE ARE LEAVING, ALONG WITH LITTLE PIECES OF MY HEART. D'X

"would that mean I could never see them again?" *sobs*

"We're going to keep relations amicable between our two organisations." AHAHAHAHAHA HA.

"Okita...?" "... Hm? Damn." Uh, nice to see you, too?

"Next time we run into 'em, we'll probably have to kill each other." O_O Don't be so flippant, you ass :'(

"Swords don't think" damn, I didn't realise that you were sword-kin. Everyone thinks and has feelings. I'm sure that no power could convince Okita to kill Kondou.

"Takeda also left" and not one single fuck was given. :')

Just going to ignore Okita making fun of my "bed head" -_-

"I've come to take you" orly? ;)

"Look, lady, you're not part of the Shinsengumi, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep your nose out of our business." So, now that it's convenient for you, I'm part of the Shinsengumi? -_- I still haven't forgotten what you said before, asshole >:( Remember? HEART = BROKEN.

Sen knows that I'm a SLUT ^_^

"I can't tell if you have guts, or if you've got rocks for brains..." It must be the latter if I'm staying because of you XP

*Terrible decision immediately has lethal consequences*

LEMME GO! >:(

See Kazama post for my COLOURFUL feelings on this cunt >:(

Kondou can be so badass when he wants to be :')

Why... Hello there ;)

"Gotta admit, I didn't figure you for this type of girl." Then you haven't been paying attention ;P

Oh yeah: BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!! And then some X_X

"Didn't think I'd be getting pushed down into bed tonight, least of all by you." Oh yeah? Who else did you have in mind? Kondou? -_-

"Oh no! No no no!" Chizuru, we know you're thirsty and it's okay! Embrace the thot within! :')

"Tell me... How is it? On top of me. Does it feel good?" PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES!

"I hadn't realised I was still on top of him." Uh-huh. Sure. And what a terrible shame that was.

"If I go out, Kondou will get mad at me." And then no more bum fun :( (me@me: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!??! me: XD Sorry)

"Okita's eyes shone with admiration for Kondou." X_X The fanfiction writes itself...

Just to be clear, I think it's pretty gross to ship people with their guardians, even if they're both adults at the time, because that's called GROOMING.

"He isn't going to need the Water of Life. I'll make sure of that." ... How, Hijikata?! He's literally DYING of tuberculosis!

And now he's not eating :'(

"I just don't want to. Is that really a problem?" Yes, because you'll starve to death.

"Hm, you are a doctor's daughter... Maybe you just can't leave a sick guy alone?" Or maybe I just don't want YOU to die, ass >:'(

I WILL MAKE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST EAT IT!!! Ooooooh! He's blushing :O

He doesn't like bitter stuff but wants me to put grated radish in his porridge? O_o Well, I'm glad that he's cooperating :D

"I'm only going to eat it if it's delicious." Well, if you don't like it, I'll try again! :D

"Don't think I've given up or something." Okay D': <3

EAT THE FOOD, OKITA >:D

"It makes me feel good..." Hooray ^_^

"Could you keep me company for a while?" :O Okey! :)

"What would I talk about?" HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND...

"He wasn't afraid to die," um, weren't you eavesdropping on his conversation with the doctor? -_-

"I want to help... But I'm getting weaker every day." Of course you do :'( This is more heartbreaking than him saying that you're not part of the Shinsengumi and just annoying DX

Maybe tell him that everybody likes having him around and that the Shinsengumi is where he belongs? Or, we could just leave him to wallow in misery... I guess that works, too X_X

"I couldn't see someone like Okita succumbing to a mere disease." ... Why, exactly? Is he supposed to fight it off with his sword or persuade it to fuck off with the force of his personality?

"He'll be fine. Right...?" NOOOPE.

SAITO 😍 I mean, uh, whatever... Totally not bothered at all...

WAIT, HOLD ON: SPY-TO. Yes, thank you. I am a genius :3

Finally murdering Itou for realskies! :')

I get that Hijikata and everyone are trying to look out for Okita but he's terminally ill. Keeping him out of the action is only going to keep him miserable until his inevitable demise. :'(

"Saito'll be here for a few days, so you'll have someone to play with." -_- Bit patronising, Hijikata X_X

Kazama being his usual, charming self X_X

Let's go find Okita and... Tell him to go back to bed? Okay...

What the fuck!?!! Kaoru!?!!

Do we ever get a decent explanation for why Kaoru was sent to live with some abusive fucks?

Kaoru... Why are you so short? I bet you were malnourished X_X

Okita's just watching this unfold, chomping on imaginary popcorn...

"Do you just plan to use her, like Kazama does?" O_o... I fucking hope not, because that would be INCEST!!!

"... No," OH, THANK GOD.

"What would you have done if I'd said yes?" Ugh, you said no already! Can we please move this conversation in a less incestuous direction X_X

"... No. You're free to take her." OKITA!!! HE'S MY BROTHER X_X Not that I'm expecting you to leap to my defense but this conversation is WEIRD as FUCK.

:O The Ochimizu! Is Kaoru trying to help Okita?! Misguidedly, but still.

"But... if their plan is to simply use my dear sister as some sort of demonic broodmare... I can't allow that to happen." ... Kaoru... :'O That's... Actually really sweet XO This is the first time that someone who claims to be part of my family has actually looked out for me :')

Oh, so Kaoru wants to use Okita to protect me from Kazama! I have a feeling that he's going to be disappointed if he thinks that Okita will do what he tells him to but I appreciate the gesture :')

"Please don't do anything that would hurt Kondou so, Okita." Ugh, even as he lies dying, he's supposed to be worrying about upsetting other people? >:(

"Okita the Fury; Okita the beast." X_X Bit harsh but okay.

"He had traded away his soul." Um, since when? XD

"Happy now, Kaoru Naguno?" "Yes I am." ... Fair.

"... For falling into my trap." Wait, what?!? O_O

"I'm happy I got to make my sister suffer." Kaoru, why? D': WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAA-AAALLL!!! DX

I'm glad that Kaoru did away with the Nagumo fuckers >:( But still, why take it out on me?!

Even dressed as a boy, Kaoru still looks prettier than Chizuru...

*Sigh* looks like I'm being choked, as usual X_X

I feel like Kaoru could easily have given Okita something much worse than the Ochimizu if he REALLY wanted to make me suffer.

"I'd run out of things to say." X_X Again?!

"This was my decision and I don't regret it." That is good to know :)

"You shouldn't get involved with a guy like me." Oh, here we go X_X

"That came out of nowhere," Too right!

"No" uh, does that mean "no, I won't get involved with you" or "no, I won't do as you say"???

Uh, is he crying?! "Hey! You can't just act like you're sick when you want something!" XD What the actual fuck is happening right now???

"I'm dead" ... Uh... Really? Because... You seem very much alive...

"I don't think Kondou wants you around just because he wants you to do things for him." FINALLY, some sense!

Aaaand, apparently, it's earned me The Unblinking Stare of Doom >:(

"Do you mind not trying to speak for Kondou." Do you mind not assuming that he's so much of an asshole that he'd kick you out just because you're inactive during the day?! >:(

"It's not like you're capable of knowing exactly how Kondou truly feels." YES, YUKIMURA!!! GET HIM!! >:D

"Do you think Kondou would still need me... Even if I can't hold a sword anymore?" YES.

"You're right." I know :3

"I'm just jealous of you, Okita, that you have someone like Kondou by your side." Yeah. >:'( Fuck you, Kaoru, fuck you, Kodo :'(

"Oh yeah, huh... I totally forgot." Ffs, Okita XD

"They just happened to be there when you were born, you know?" Yeah! >:( And they can all go to hell!

"Somehow, my chin had acquired something of an arrogant tilt" yaaaas! You live your best life, girl! Let go of the haters, cut out the negativity! Stick it to 'em!

Chapter 5:

"How dangerous could foreign weapons be?" Oh, my sweet, Summer Sanan X_X

"Why are you going on night rounds with us?" ... Wait, what?! Why am I going on night rounds?

AS IF putting myself in danger is going to help Okita in any way X_X

DAMN, KONDOU... Nice, uh, blood you're accessorising with, there. O_O MEDIC!!!

"Lucky for us, they're idiots." Hooraaaay!

Okita's not going to be happy when he sees this...

Speak of the devil...

HIJIKATA, STOP BEATING ABOUT THE BUSH.

"I thought for a moment that Okita was going to grab Hijikata and shake him." :O :D Please yes!

Okita is suuuuuper keen to blame Hijikata for this -_-

"If he dies, it's your ass in the fire, Hijikata." Another excellent image but this pointless conversation has gone on for too long X_X

"I will find you, no matter where you may be, and I will kill you." O_O OKITA!! I THOUGHT THAT YOU SAID YOU WERE CALM!!! Bloody hell X_X

Oh no... What has Okita done now X_X

Killing spree, mad science, aggressive interrogation, Hijikata murder? The possibilities are endless with this stabby boi.

Where exactly am I running to? "I had finally found him." HOW?! With the power of love?! O_o

Looks like "Killing spree" it is X_X

"I'm about to murder you." Ffs Souji X_X

"I'm just doing my job." OH YEAH?!? THEN WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO GO BEHIND EVERYONE'S BACKS, HUH?!

"What's wrong with me doing what I'm doing?" Yeah, what's wrong with sadistically slaughtering a bunch of virtually defenceless men as they attempt to retreat?! -_-

"I just killed people, no matter who it was, as long as it was what Kondou wanted." *Sigh* Kondou's not going to be around for ever, you know? X_X Maybe TRY think about why your doing what you're doing. Maybe learn from Kondou's example?

"Do not ever act out and worry the chief like that again." XD You tell him, Saito!

"Idiots." XD Hijikata

"I didn't wake up until evening had arrived." Oh look, it's me :)

OH, FUCK. That looked like a Kaoru silhouette :O

Why do they keep saying that Kaoru "tricked" Okita into drinking the Water of Life?! Kaoru offered it and Okita drank it. No trickery here!

"They wanted to avenge Itou. You remember him? The man you deceived and murdered?" XD Can't argue with that :')

"shoot the weaker target first." UGH. Why do I always get SHOT!?!

"Call me what you want." Oh, I intend to 3:)

Omg, I didn't get shot! :O BECAUSE OKITA USED HIMSELF AS A HUMAN SHIELD O_O ... BUT WHY?!??

NO, DON'T CHECK UP ON ME! WE NEED TO MOVE BEFORE WE GET SHOT AT AGAIN!!!

Oh no! O_O Doesn't look like he'll be moving any time soon O_O

"Okita! Okitaaaaa!" O_O

"It kills me to see you hurt, just as much as it kills you to see Kondou hurt!" O: <3 :'(

"What an idiot.. " No, Kaoru! You're the idiot! Because you will never be happy while you continue down this sadistic, evil path, wasting your own life trying to destroy someone else's and refusing to let go of your spiteful jealousy >:( At least Okita's risking his life for something good.

"The more despair and anger you feel, the more you look like me." ... Silver linings! :)

D: Did they use silver bullets?! :O

Wait, when did Yamazaki get wounded?! :O

Bless Hijikata for letting me stay with my crush XD

Final Chapter:

Yamazaki is fine :D Hooray!

"They need men, so we need to go now..." Uh... Then why aren't you dressed? X_X

"... I want you to remain calm as I tell you this." That is... NOT AN ENCOURAGING WAY TO START A CONVERSATION O_O

D': Inoue has fallen. :'( It hurts every time DX

Aw, he looks really sad :'( and no wonder...

"as soon as we arrive, I'm gonna swing my sword at anyone and everyone." Uh... That's the spirit X_X

ONWARDS TO EDO

#hakuoki #hakuouki #okita #okita souji #Kyoto Winds #salt #otome adventures

[musutofu]

【 Dating Hawks 】

Takami has a certain distaste for formalities even upon first meetings, and though he means well, the lack of formal greetings and introductions especially in a place like Musutafu, Japan doesn’t make for the best first impression. His rank as Number 2 Hero makes the informalities easier to forgive since Heroes are known for their friendly demeanors, yet Takami is laid back almost to the point of cockiness. It rubs you the wrong way and his first greeting leaves a bad taste in your mouth. There isn’t just one thing that he did to deter you, it was his whole demeanor. He seemed too calm, too jovial to take anything seriously. Much less a committed relationship.

Contrary to how put off you were by his casual attitude towards just about everything, Takami was immediately taken with you. Everything about you was just right and it made him want to pursue you with a reckless abandon. The fact that you hadn’t fallen prey to his suave words and good looks made you that much more desirable in his eyes. Rejection has always been a foreign concept to him as a high profile Hero, so for you to do so with little thought had him tripping over himself to get to know you better. He wanted to prove himself to you, to earn your affection because of who he was instead of what he was. As a man instead of a Hero.

It becomes almost routine for Takami to show up at places you frequent seemingly out of nowhere. There’s no real rhyme or rhythm to his appearances. Some days he’s there and others he isn’t. It’s easy to ignore him at first, simply scoffing at his audacity and continuing on with your day, but after realizing he isn’t going to quit you begin to entertain his company if only to make his little visits a bit more palatable. But giving him that one inch of acceptance prompts Takami to take a mile. If you thought he was persistent before it’s nothing compared to when he’s actually been acknowledged.

His constant presence and tendency towards intimacy with you leads many to believe you’re dating long before he’s even asked you out. Which is fine with him because he has every intention of making your relationship official. The less competition there is the easier it’ll be for him in the long run. And while it’s annoying to you because you most definitely didn’t agree to go out with him, Takami quite enjoys seeing the look on all your would-be suitors’ faces as he shows them none too subtly that you’re off the market. Even if he hasn’t yet mentioned it to you in so many words; you’re his and he wants the world to know.

To prove himself to you, Takami starts with the basic necessities. Whether you want him to or not he’ll bring you food constantly and insist you eat at least some of it in front of him so he can be sure you aren’t going hungry. He’s constantly reminding you to drink enough water and be mindful of the weather. If you’re ever hungry, thirsty, or even remotely sick in his presence Takami takes it as a sign that he isn’t doing his job as your provider and protector. It’s a bit overbearing, but just like everything else involving Takami you’ve learned to adapt and enjoy.

Protective doesn’t even begin to describe the way Takami feels when you’re out of his sight. He’s well aware that you can take care of yourself and have been doing so for years before he came crashing into your life, but he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault if you’re hurt when he’s not there to look after you. He’s a Hero, after all, it’s his job to protect the citizens of Japan whether they need him to or not. Simply walking to another aisle in the grocery store will set him on edge and you’ll often find one of his smaller feathers riding around in your back pocket so he can keep track of you. It’s as annoying as it is endearing.

It takes him a while to realize that you’ve gotten over your initial distaste for him. Takami isn’t a hard man to please when it comes to keeping him company. He’ll gladly carry on a conversation with himself as long as someone is there to hear his idle prattling and you’ve grown used to not having to answer if you don’t have anything interesting to add. For a while Takami felt a bit self-conscious, thinking he shouldn’t talk so much, until he somehow talked himself into a subject you’re passionate about. He’d been thoroughly surprised when you started rambling on with him beat for beat.

Touching is more of a subconscious habit than one he purposefully perpetuate. Takami is never too far from you when he can help it as he enjoys spending as much time as he can in your company. Holding on to you has become second nature even when in public. He’ll hold your hand, your waist, whatever’s closest to him. His favorite thing to do is cling to you from behind and wrap his wings around you. Sometimes he’ll take flight and cling to you like an anchor while you drag him along with you. You’ve gotten used to his clinginess and it’s something you’ve picked up by association, but Takami doesn’t mention the returned skinship for fear that you’ll try to regulate yourself.

Even though they don’t fully function like a normal bird’s, Takami’ wings are still big and heavy. His favorite thing to do after a day of lugging them around is fall face first into the first comfortable place he can find and whine until you come rub his shoulders. Most times he’ll fall asleep under your touch, but if he wakes up he’ll just go right back to whining if you’ve disappeared. He doesn’t like when you leave even when he isn’t awake to keep you entertained.

The media has been clambering for any scrap of information regarding your relationship with Takami since he first started courting you. Many a fan has accused you of stealing Takami from them and in the beginning you’d insist that they could have him back if they really wanted him. But time has past and now you can simply shrug off their words. The media is harder to avoid seeing as reporters have a real knack for getting under people’s skin, but you didn’t brave through months of gratuitous compliments and forlorn looks from Takami to be swayed by a bunch of idiots with microphones and cameras.

Being candid by nature means Takami has no aversion to sharing how he feels with you. He knew from the very beginning that he wanted to be with you so saying “I love you” comes fairly easily to him. He isn’t offended if you can’t say it back or if you don’t say it as often. The fact that you haven’t thrown him out of your life–though his feverish courting ritual almost did the trick–means that you care about him in your own way. He’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes to hear you say it.

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Takami is young and in love and his body reflects that. You don’t have to do much to get him going and once he starts it’s hard to stop him. He’s not embarrassed about being caught with his hand down his pants when he doesn’t want to bother you. Most times he’s loud enough to draw your attention anyway. If you’re in the mood to assist he’ll carry you to the bedroom himself.

Leaving marks on your skin is a sadistic game for him. Most times he’ll place them strategically in places that will be easy to cover, but only if your clothes stay in place all day. If you lift your arms there’s a hickey just above the waistband of your pants. If you lean forward there’s a bite mark just below your collarbone. It’s only when Takami is in one of his inconsolably possessive moods that he’ll go out of his way to leave a mark in an place like your neck or collarbones.

Things like who falls into what role don’t really matter to Takami. He’s swayed more by the mood of the moment than a fixed mindset. But he goes to extremes on each side of the spectrum. When he’s submissive he’s soft and compliant, having no qualms with whining and begging for you. And when he’s dominant he’ll return the favor tenfold. If you aren’t completely spent by the time he’s done with you then he didn’t do it right.

Because he can control all of his feathers individually and feel everything interacting with them, Takami’ wings are a particularly interesting erogenous zone. He’s used to the harsh treatment that comes with flying and fighting, so to feel you touching them with such tenderness would immediately turn him to putty in your hands. Especially that spot just between his wings where nothing ever touches. It’s a surefire way to get him to fall into the submissive role for the night.

No matter what role he’s in, Takami is always on top. His wings make it hard for him to lay flat on his back when he’s focused enough to keep them awkwardly folded against his body, but it’s uncomfortable and hard to manage when he can’t think of anything other than you and how amazing you feel. His control will slip the closer he gets to the edge, losing it completely when he reaches his peak. His wings spread to their full majesty for a few glorious moments before sagging happily.

Postcoital cuddling is a ritual that has persisted since the first time you slept with Takami. It doesn’t matter to him that you’re both sweaty and tired, he just wants to hold you. If you desperately need something he’ll send one of his feathers to ferry it back to bed, otherwise there’s a slim chance you’ll be moving out from under him anytime soon. He likes being close to you and praising you for how well you did and receiving compliments from you in kind. He usually starts going on about nothing important, just murmuring against your skin until you fall asleep.

#hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[ot7-hoes]

Masterlist

Word Count: 3777

Summary: Things rarely happen during the night shift, but tonight, it seems like the whole world is ending. Well, only according to my neighbor.

It was a night like any other. After 1am people rarely came into the small shop to get anything, be it food, drinks or other things they found here. Therefore I often had some peace until the end of my shift, which wasn’t until morning at 6 o’clock. It was exactly the same now. I had just said goodbye to the last customer and let myself fall on the small stool that always stood behind the counter. A quick look at the small digital clock next to the cash register told me that it was just after 1. If someone stormed into the store now, the world really had to be ending. And by that I didn’t mean a miniscule storm, but something bigger. Like a nuclear war between Trump and North Korea or the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse.

For a short moment I closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. As long as you could call the buzzing of the refrigerated counters and the quiet music coming out of the speakers silence. I had become so accustomed to the constant background noises that they almost had a calming effect on me. Every now and then the flickering neon tube above the candy shelf attracted my attention. Not a soul was to be seen far and wide. The view I had from around the heated counters for the baked goods, onto the small side street confirmed this. At this time of day a lone car rarely drove here and if one ever did, then mostly only to avoid the idiotically operated traffic lights of the main streets.

I sat down normally again and dug out my papers to study. I did that almost every night shift I had. One of the reasons why I really couldn’t understand why each of my colleagues avoided the night shift. Unlike during the day, it was always quiet, because exciting things rarely happened during the night shifts. I was almost always able to concentrate on learning, and I hardly ever had to deal with annoying customers or noisy children. Usually they brought up the argument that I could also learn at home and should spend the nights sleeping. But the big difference was that I wasn’t paid at home also I didn’t sleep at home anyways, when I was spending the nights learning. Besides, a student knows no sleep during the Finals week. It’s basically an unwritten law. Thus this argument was also void. Therefore I preferred to be paid for learning. >Okay, let’s have a look.< I thought to myself before I buried my nose in my anatomy book.

The loud ringing of the bell above the shop door, which had been violently torn open, tore me away from my notes. Frightened, I flinched and automatically looked at the small digital clock next to me. The small display showed shortly after 3. At this time there really must have been a nuclear war outside or the zombie apocalypse must have broken out, otherwise I couldn’t explain the heavy steps and heavy breathing, which echoed through the shop. I could hardly see anybody from my position. This was also due to the fact that the heated counter blocked my view of most of the shop. The unknown person seemed to have stopped because the steps had ceased. But now the whirring of one of the refrigerated counters became louder, a sure indicator that he had opened one of the doors. Slowly the situation scared me a little and I hoped that I would not be asked for the entire contents of the cash register in a few seconds. But wasn't there a first time for everything? A very loud >>Fuck! << let me flinch again, the fridge door being slammed in annoyance. Cautiously I got up and peered as well as I could over the shelves, while from the back of the shop an indefinable long strand of curses came floating towards me. So if one really intended to rob me now, whoever it was, was on the completely wrong side of the shop, since all you could find back there was milk in every variation. On the other hand though, if he really intended to steal milk I would definitely worry about the average salary of our society, because milk was really not expensive.

I timidly took a step out of my cover and continued to spy across the shelves. Apart from a black mop of hair I couldn't see anything. Gathering all my courage, I spoke up, not leaving the protection of my counter. >>Can I help you in any way? << Surprisingly, my voice trembled less than I expected. Quite contrary to my hands which were shaking uncontrollably. The black head shot up jerkily and looked over the shelves at me. I resisted my initial instinct to jump behind the counter again to hide and took a step forward to make myself more visible. >>Y/n? << It suddenly came quite confused from the unknown gentleman. My heart was racing now. Although I knew the voice, I couldn’t immediately identify it because of my nervousness. My instinct took over when the stranger came out behind the shelves and let me take another step back behind the desk.

A wave of relief washed over me when I saw who had stormed into the store. >>Jungkook? << I asked just as confused as he was while leaning against the shelf behind me, completely ignoring that I had just successfully knocked over everything on it and exhaled deeply. >>My God you scared me. Can’t you come into a shop like a normal person? << I grumbled at my neighbour and raked my hand through my hair. However, it didn’t seem to interest the black haired guy in any way that he had just almost given me a heart attack, because he came running towards the counter with quick steps and almost threw himself over it to reach for my wrists. A little surprised by the sudden contact I stiffened briefly, but he didn’t even seem to notice that. >>Y/n...I have a problem. A very big problem even. << Almost automatically my eyes wandered to his crotch. So either his problem wasn’t as big as he said or his sweatpants did an extremely good job of hiding it. I felt the heat rising into my cheeks as he put his hand on my cheek and gently stroked it. >>It’s really important that you help me with this, ok? << he spoke now as his eyes wandered over my face. However, his tone of voice irritated me a little. If he really wanted me to suck his dick, he should stop beating around the bush about it.

A snap in front of my face brought me back to reality. I felt my face take on the colour of an overripe tomato. >>I have no time for your thirsty ass because my ass is thirty too. << he exclaimed not making the situation any clearer for my brain. >>For Banana milk! <<< he groaned at me, this time visibly tense. Either he could read my mind or I had just undressed him with my eyes. Since I strongly doubted the former, I had to be satisfied with the latter. Much to my embarrassment. At that moment I wished for nothing more than the ground to open up and devour me. I would even prefer the zombie apocalypse. I would even voluntarily throw myself into Zombietrumps arms and present myself as a willing victim to get out of this embarrassment. A little confused, I blinked at him, while Jungkook moved from one leg to the other. >>Do you still have any in stock or not? << he asked with a little more emphasis and nodded his head towards the fridges. >>What do we still have in stock? << I asked more confused than before and looked at him like a deer in the headlight. >>Banana milk! << he almost yelled now, leaning over the counter even further, if at all possible. In the meantime he had placed his hands on the counter top to support himself a little further while his face was hovering a few centimeters in front of mine, his eyes looking at me insistently.>>Please Y/n...<< his voice was now nothing more than a pleading whisper. With big eyes he looked at me. Under normal circumstances, I would now ask the customer to keep a little more distance, but under my neighbour’s intense stare I couldn’t get a single useful word out. For a few seconds we just stared at each other, while I, for my part, tried to reconnect my tongue to my brain, and him obviously waiting for an answer. Just as I was about to open my mouth again to tell him that if there wasn’t any left the fridge I would have to look in the stockroom, since my brain was thank god already that far, the bell above the shop door distracted me again. Jungkook didn’t move an inch when I tried to look past his extremely muscular, broad form. >>Y/n? << a voice I knew all too well called out. >>Are you there? << I looked back at the black haired one in front of me, who still stared me down with an unaltered forceful gaze. Steps echoed through the store and approached the counter. >>Jimin? << I asked mentally thanking my brain for re- establishing the connection to my vocal chords in time. I was given a relieved breath as an answer. When he finally appeared in my field of vision he stopped abruptly. >>Do you know him Y/n? Is he bothering you? << my fellow student asked anxiously and came a little closer. Typically Jimin.

I had met him during one of my lectures. At that time we had sat next to each other for almost half a year, but none of us had made any attempts to start a conversation. Until the day I had fallen asleep on the table completely knocked out. The two nights before that had been spent with studying only so I had been running exclusively on coffee. Apparently I had complained in my sleep about the curriculum. Jimin, the angel he was, had fortunately woken me up before more people around us could hear my ramblings.

How it became us suddenly going out for a coffee every day after university and then spending the afternoons or evenings together, I hadn't quite figured out yet. Regardless, because I liked him I didn’t worry too much about the how. At some point he had started to visit me at night on my shifts, after he had found out about my job. Most of the times he payed me a visit we used the time to learn together or just to talk a little.

I just pieced together an answer as Jungkook cut me off this time. He whirled around and looked at the blonde. >>No Hyung! Nothing is ok! I have a serious problem! For days I haven't been doing anything else than learning and now the worst of all emergencies has happened: << he took a short break and inhaled deeply. >>I don’t have Banana milk anymore! How am I supposed to study now? << Now I was completely confused >>Wait...you know each other? << I asked no one in particular. Jimin nodded before he looked at Jungkook urgently. >>When was the last time you slept? << he asked, honest worry etched into his features. Jungkook looked at him as if the older one had just suggested a Threesome on the counter. I wouldn’t say no to that, since both men looked extremely good even though it would take a little bit of convincing. >>Is it important when I slept the last time? << he avoided the question. >>I currently have a much bigger problem. I. Don’t. Have. Any. Banana. Milk. Left. << he said and spoke each word accentuated slowly.

Jungkook turned back to me. By now he was looking like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Jimin’s face, on the other hand, showed a mixture of deep concern and pure amusement. At least he looked exactly like I felt inside. >>I’d have to go to the storeroom to see if we still have any left. << I finally said what I had been trying to say for a good few minutes now. >>Were there no more on the back shelf? << I asked the standard question. Although I was very aware of the fact that he probably wouldn’t be standing here in front of me, begging to get the milk if it was still on the shelf, it was just a habitual question. Now Jungkook looked at me as if I had just told him that I liked Jimin’s unspoken orgy idea.

Looking for help he turned to Jimin who was too busy trying not to laugh. >>Don’t you think I would have disappeared into my study hell long ago if I had found some in that damn refrigerated shelf? << he groaned quite desperately. I bit my lower lip to stifle a smile and shook my head. >>Y/n...please...it’s really important. Otherwise I can’t continue studying and if I don’t study then I fail and if I fail my parents are incredibly disappointed in me because they would have expected something better and if my parents are disappointed in me I don’t know what to do anymore and... << His flood of words was interrupted by Jimin looking at him with his eyebrow raised. >>Now take it down a notch, Kook. You act as if the whole world is going down because of your banana milk. << He only got a sulking Jungkook as an answer. I just nodded silently and quickly disappeared to the back of the store.

In the storeroom I shook my head laughing. He probably just exaggerated the situation. It was a bit amusing what some finals could make out of us poor students.

I quickly managed to find what I was looking for, finishing the trip to the storage room. With the desired milk on my arm I went back to the sales room. Jungkook was running restlessly up and down in the counter area, while Jimin sat relaxed on the counter top typing on his mobile phone. I decided to let my stressed neighbour fidget a little longer and hid behind one of the shelves. A few seconds passed in which Jungkook continued to run up and down until Jimin was fed up with it. >>You look like you’re about to have a complete breakdown and your last resort is this stupid banana milk. << he deadpanned and looked at the black-haired guy over his phone. Jungkook glared at the blonde. >>That’s easy for you to say. I know you’ve already finished your finals. But maybe I should ask Y/n what you look like when you’re close to  them. << he snapped at the older one and I bit my lower lip to avoid giggling. Jungkook wasn't completely wrong. Jimin could look a lot worse when we were close to the finals. To be honest, I’ve never seen a person who could be so stressed over a test like Jimin was. Well, except Jungkook. >>Where do you know each other from? << Jungkook asked changing the subject. He dropped himself cross-legged to the ground. Apparently he had given up trying to demolish the floor. Jimin shrugged. >>She sits next to me in my main lectures. At some point she fell asleep on the table and complained very energetically about the subject matter. I finally woke her up before the whole course heard her tirade of abuse. << Jungkook chuckled quietly. >>And you? << Jimin asked him the counter question. Jungkook leaned back, supporting his weight on his hands. I was able to see his biceps flexing under the short sleeves of his shirt. >>She is my neighbour. << he answered briefly. The only thing that made it clear that the young man was still under tension was his restlessly wobbly leg and his eyes that were continuously darting in the direction I had disappeared before. >>How long does it take her to find this damn milk? << he grumbled, now and stretched out a little hoping to get a better look through the open storage room door. Again Jimin shrugged. >>When was the last time you had sex? << The blonde suddenly asked bluntly. Jungkook looked at him completely stunned and also caught me off guard with the question. Jimin meant his question completely seriously, since no mockery could be found in his voice. Almost synchronously both Jungkook and I raised an eyebrow. >>Honestly, sex is my least concern at the moment. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’ll write my finals next week, haven’t slept for 3 days and live on banana milk and coffee. << Now Jimin also raised an eyebrow. >>As long as you don’t pour the milk into the coffee. << My neighbour remained suspiciously silent for a few seconds. >>Why do you even ask that so bluntly? << he asked after a few seconds and looked critically at Jimin, who only gave a slight chuckle. >>Forgot that I'm a med student? Sex helps to reduce stress and helps to relax. You need both badly. You could also masturbate, because what counts in the end is the orgasm. << The blonde took a dramatic break. Jungkook looked at him a little disparagingly. I, on the other hand, couldn’t resist a grin. It was so incredibly typical for Jimin to come up with ideas like that, even if he was not wrong this time. The endorphins the body released during orgasm really helped with stress relief and relaxation. Jimin continued carefree despite my neighbour being visibly unhappy about the topic. >>But it’s more fun with two people. << he finished and wiggled his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face. My neighbour snorted unamused before reaching into the shelf behind him and threw the first thing he could reach for at Jimin, in this case a chewing gum container. The blonde man caught it with playful ease.

>>I would prefer it if the goods would not get wings. << I finally revealed myself, while it cost me some serious self-control not to laugh out loud. The incredibly annoyed expression on my neighbour’s face turned into a wide beam when he saw the boxes in my arms. >>Before anything breaks here. << I finished my statement and put the boxes on the counter next to Jimin. >>Is that enough? << I turned back to Jungkook who jumped up nodding gleefully. >>You are the best Y/n! << he exclaimed cheerfully and embraced me impetuously. Since I hadn’t expected it, I stiffened reflexively briefly, which he didn’t seem to notice in his euphoria. I couldn’t resist a smile as I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist to return the hug. However, he seemed to see it as a kind of invitation to wrap his arms a little tighter around my form, which only elicited a suffocated sound from me. Classic case of underestimating one’s own strength. A squeak escaped my throat as he suddenly lifted me up just to hug me tighter. A quiet giggle echoed from the counter, which could also have come from me, if my neighbour wasn’t busy squeezing any air left out of my lungs. I had never experienced so much enthusiasm about a few bottles of banana milk.

Instead of just putting me back on the ground, he still kept me firmly pressed against his body. Meanwhile I had put my hands on his upper arms to stabilize myself a little. I could feel his muscles tense under the fabric of his T-shirt. It had not remained hidden to me that the young man was 80% pure muscle, since I had met him too often in the morning, when he was on his way to the gym and I was on the way to my flat. Besides, I really wasn’t blind. Although, feeling the muscles under my fingers was certainly not an unwelcomed experience. >>Thank you! Thank you Y/n. You're saving my finals. << he said. If we were now in one of these cheesy romances he would kiss me now. Also something I wouldn’t complain about. But we weren’t. I became painfully aware of this when he put me back on the floor and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. A little disappointed inside, I went back behind the counter and pushed Jimin, who sulked at me, down without further ado. >>This isn’t a seat you dingus. << I said drily and let the black haired man pay for his banana milk.

Suddenly a strange silence laid over us. We looked at each other a little awkwardly while Jungkook grabbed his boxes. >>I’ll go then...<< he mumbled into the silence and nodded giving us a friendly smile before he left. >>Don’t forget what I told you earlier. << Jimin called after him causing the younger one to turn around. The blonde pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and made the corresponding hand movement. Jungkook shook his head snorting before he disappeared through the door with a loving >>Fuck you Park! << . Bewildered I looked at my friend and hit him on the arm. >>Not everyone is such a fucking nymphomaniac like you! << I exclaimed outraged and made Jimin burst out laughing. Rolling his eyes, I brought the chewing gum container back to its place, while in the meantime, still giggling quietly, he was roaming through the shop and grabbing some snacks from the shelves. >>I just desperately hope he doesn’t really pour the milk into his coffee. << he said when he came back to me. I shrugged and scanned the things he had put on the counter. >>I don’t think we’ll ever know. << Jimin laughed quietly as I pushed the card reader over to him. >>But during the finals your brain is totally strained, so I wouldn’t be surprised. I don’t have to remind you what you do when you’re stressed, do I? << I teased him a little. The blonde just grumbled as he took the bags. >>See you tomorrow? << he asked before turning to leave. I nodded approvingly. He said goodbye and with that I was alone again. Grinning I looked at the clock. Shortly before 4. I sighed quietly and let myself fall again on my stool behind the heated counter. At least I could still use the last hours for studying.

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