#hey wasn’t it kind of fucked up she literally got shot

[your-local-granny]

fall from grace

#I actually did this for inktober like a year ago whoops #Thinking about her again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 did you know she makes me ill #hey wasn’t it kind of fucked up she literally got shot #wasn’t it fucked up how she lived with this phantom pain carrying around her father’s greatest failure the mark of a killer #and then. She was also shot. In the same shoulder. Wasn’t that fucked up a bit #Oh also this was gauche on like a 4x6 sketchbook so there’s a lot of patchiness but that was kind of the point srry #all about unlearning imperfection and trying something new yknow #franziska von karma #ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #portal art 💕🌸🌤️

[jarofstyles]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

So basically this was meant to be a shorty, but it turned into almost 9k of cuteness and smut. So happy holidays, my loves! Here is some friends to lovers cuteness and filth <3

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Warnings: Smut

WC- around 9k

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Y/N hadn’t meant to fall asleep on Harry’s couch. Honest.

But anyone who had the pleasure of sitting on the cloud like crimson couch could tell you, it was hard to get out of it once you were in. Harry had to answer some business emails, of course, because as much as she liked her friend, she was well aware he was a workaholic. Lawyer by day, and by night. He had invited a few people over for a movie night but Y/N was the only one who was free- but it was fine. It meant more popcorn and pizza for them anyways- and he had been a doll and ordered her the BBQ Chicken pizza on a flat crust. She got it all to herself as they watched the original claymation of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which was a classic if you asked her. Her stomach full, she still picked at some of the M&M’s and tried to ignore the little jump her heart gave when their hands brushed. Their thighs had already been knocking together and Y/N had been trying to talk some sense into herself considering she knew there was no meaning to it. He sat close to her so they could both reach the popcorn and share the candies! He kept the bowl balanced on his thigh so she could reach over and get it. Duh. 

But after their second movie, Elf, his phone began to ping. Why, Y/N didn’t know. It was literally 9 in the evening, there was no reason to do so, but when Harry asked if she was okay with him stepping away for a few moments to answer some things in his office, she didn’t make a fuss. No, she continued watching albeit with a slightly heavier heart when 30 minutes had passed and he hadn’t reappeared- but that was neither here nor there. 

She can’t remember doing it, burying her face in the pillow that he had been using and curling up into a little ball on his couch, snoozing away. The warmth of his home was welcoming, and she was vaguely aware that the wind had picked up outside- but she fell asleep shortly after. Firmly planted in dreamland where she was picking blueberries for a pie in the summer. Why that exact dream, she wasn’t sure. What she did know is that she stirred to the feeling of a warm hand stroking her head, soft whispers of her name coaxing her from the impromptu nap. 

“Y/N?” He murmured, sitting next to her with a furrowed brow. Her eyes peeled open and blinked sleepily at him, confusion written in them as she looked over his face and the fact that the TV had the ‘are you still watching?’ notification on the screen. “Hey, sleepy girl.” He smiled slightly before it dropped. Her heart fluttered in her chest from the close proximity and fondness in his tone. “M’so fucking sorry. Time got away from me and before I knew it I was up there for an hour and a half- and m’a shit friend.” He frowned, unaware of the tantrum Y/N’s stomach was throwing from his hand resting on the side of her head. His thumb was brushing right before her ear, the slight sound tickling a part of her brain she hadn’t even known existed. He made her so nervous. 

“Oh.” She said quietly, unsure how to reply. It kind of sucked that he had spent their movie night tucked in his office. Y/N didn’t get to spend a lot of time with Harry lately, his workload picking up, and she had been going on about how good it was to see him for once. The lighthearted teasing held a semblance of truth and Harry could tell, which made him feel pretty shit right now when he saw the slight dejection on his face. If only she knew.  

“I know. M’sorry.” He whispered. “But uh….” his eyes strayed to the window. “We’ve got a bigger problem now.”

This had Y/N sitting up, silently mourning the loss of his hand that had flexed slightly as it fell back to the couch. “What do you mean?” Her nerves shot up, turning to look at the window as well. It was significantly cooler in the house now, her arms erupting in chills as her blanket fell from her shoulders as she got up to look. She’d seen a peek of white, but she hadn’t been prepared to see the truth outside. The blur of snow, piling up high and showing no sign of stopping. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, cursing under her breath. She’d gotten an uber here, but there was no way in hell any would be out right now. “Fuck.” Her tone was a soft groan, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. “There’s no way I can get a ride home now.”

“I know.” Harry said back. “But it’s a good thing I’ve got lots of blankets, yeah?” He didn’t want to admit to her that there was something in him that was almost excited that she would be trapped here with him. That the reason everyone else had canceled was the weather, apparently, that neither of them looked into until Harry had checked his phone just moments before waking her up. It was going to snow all night, and all day. Y/N was stuck here, and he didn’t know for how long. 

“Are you sure?” Nibbling her bottom lip, Y/N worried. She didn’t want to be a pain but there was no way she was walking home in this. No way Harry would ever let her either- and it wasn’t like she could ask him to drive her, it wouldn’t be safe. There was no other option other than staying. 

“Course I am. Are you kidding?” He scoffed. “We can just continue watching. I really am sorry- we’ve got this case, the wife is trying to take half the assets.” He moved towards the couch and began to move things back to neaten it up. “We were trying to negotiate but then the PI that the husband hired found the proof of her infidelity, so it changed the case structure completely. I got in my own head, and I apologize.” It was obvious he actually felt really bad about it. Harry was passionate about his job, working with personal injury, divorce, and estate law. It made sense to her considering he was a busybody, and apparently could argue with anyone about anything- she’d seen it first hand with a tipsy Harry and Niall at karaoke night, arguing over the perfect color for those little drink umbrellas. 

“It’s okay, Harry.” She smiled softly. “I wish I could find something to be as passionate about and make my job. M’just stuck at the cafe for now.” She joked. The cafe was fine, she liked her coworkers, but there was no passion there. She did her job, collected her money and went home. 

“You will, love. It’s never too late.” He was always encouraging of her going after her dreams, especially over one drunken conversation about wishing she could do art full time- but Y/N was a realistic person and she had real rent to pay. Being a no-one in the art field would lead to ‘exposure’ work and exposure didn’t pay the bills. She needed to work on it but she was always so tired after work- eventually she would get there, but it was nice to know that someone believed in her. One of her paintings hung over his fireplace, actually, making her smile every time she came over. She painted his cat for his birthday, which had actually made him tear up. That had gotten her a very long hug and a solid appreciation for how muscular he was. 

Y/N decided to help him out, readjusting the blankets and pillows as he brought the now cold pizza and treats into the kitchen. It was then that it hit her- she was going to spend the night at his house, and possibly the whole day tomorrow. Snowed in at Harry’s House. He was pretty choosy about the people that came over, citing that ‘his home is his sanctuary and he needs to protect it’, which she sort of liked. When she was in college, she had opened her home up for a bit for the parties and decided that she wasn’t a fan of a lot of people in her space either, so knowing he felt similar made her feel special. 

“Okay.” He brought out the hard cider. “I’ve got the holiday version and the regular. Both are good, the holiday version is a bit more cinnamon-y.” He held up the bottles, teetering them in his hands. “Which would you like?” 

“I’ll go with regular, please. Too much cinnamon makes me sneeze.” She admitted. “Weird, but even when I get it on my coffee I get a bit sniffly.” It was weird, considering it wasn’t exactly an allergy- but maybe a sensitivity. 

“Oh, shit.” He raised his brows. “Okay, We’ll do regular then.” He handed it over to her after snapping the cap off with his bottle opener. “Don’t need a sneeze storm along with the snow storm.” The poor attempt of a joke made her snort, shaking her head. Harry’s jokes were infamously horrible, genuinely cringe worthy, but he had to have some sort of flaw. No one was that good looking and went away without something. Taking the frosty glass bottle in hand, she blamed it for the shivers- and not the fact his fingers brushed her own. 

“Let’s get started again, yeah? Let me turn my phone off for real this time.”

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The movie watching had turned to more of a movie and chat. Harry sat closer to her than before, claiming it was ‘cold as fuck’ before starting a fire. The room was dim except for the flat screen mounted above said fireplace, his twinkling christmas tree and the comforting warm glow of the flames crackling

“I really am sorry, you know.” He murmured, breaking her out of thought as he let his fingers play with the ends of her hair. Harry had been a bit more touchy tonight, she noticed. She was trying not to let it be known how much it actually affected her. She’d managed to keep her little crush under wraps for months now, and she didn’t want to slip up. It was hard not to, especially after they’d kissed on halloween. It was a dare, of course, everyone tipsy as shit, but it had done something to her. Their costumes accidentally ended up matching, so it was pushed and she didn’t mind. The girl had been so sure she was immune to Harry’s hypnotic charm, but the kiss had been… really fucking good. It wasn’t something that was rated R, but she got a bit of tongue from him, his hand cupping his jaw carefully enough to not mess up her makeup, and the length… If she had been a bit more drunk, she would have pulled him back for more. Since then she’d been a bit fucked. It was both fortunate and not so that Harry got a lot busier at work after that. 

“What for?” She asked, giving him a questioning look. Harry had already apologized for taking so long and it wasn’t something she was still upset about. Not with her body buzzing and heating up with him so close to her. 

“I’ve been kinda selfish. Forgot to ask more about you.” He frowned. “We’ve been a gossipy bunch tonight but.. You’ve been holding out a bit.” He teasingly tugged her hair. It was hard to keep her shiver from that hidden, as she really liked the feeling. “Remember you told us you’d been seeing someone. How’s that going?”

Y/N was confused for a moment. What was he talking about? Y/N hadn’t gone on a date in months. She wracked her brain, trying to place what he was talking about- when it hit her. Not too long after they’d kissed, Bradley had opened his mouth and asked Y/N about the date she had been on with his friend. Someone she had been set up with, and definitely didn’t like. Her nose crinkled as she shook her head. 

“God, you remember that? It was awful.” She said in distaste. “We went to like.. Two dates. The first one and then the second one only happened because Brad kind of pressured me into it.” Her eyes rolled, still annoyed at her lack of a backbone when it came to hurting people’s feelings. She’d been really trying to work on that. The whole putting yourself on the line just to ensure other people are happy and god forbid you hurt someone’s feelings thing.

“Pressured you?” Harry’s fingers paused in her hair. “How do you mean?” She could see it in his face, his irritation rising. One of the things she liked the most about Harry was how respectful he was towards women. It was a hard thing for some men to conceptualize, apparently, but Harry naturally knew how to be a decent human being. It said more about other men than him. 

“Well.. After halloween I told Brad I wasn’t feeling it with his friend when he asked me how it went, but he told me how much his friend liked me and I shouldn’t give up on it so quickly. Give him another shot. And then I was a stupid baby and decided to put the random man’s feelings above my own, and it was a second sucky date. I mean, there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with the guy. I was just bored. He just wasn’t my person, y’know? I felt bad wasting his time and giving false hope.” Her lips twisted in a grimace. It wasn’t a thing she was proud of. “But yeah, I know you’ve been busy lately. Though I would have thought Brad would have told you when you guys worked out? You two love to gossip like old hens.” She knew they met up every week.

“Yeah. I would have thought so too.” He said, something underlying in his tone that she didn’t quite get. “He uh.. He told me that you guys still saw each other occasionally, though?” He looked thoroughly confused which in turn, made her even more so.

“I mean, yeah. Kind of? He comes into the cafe and we’re friendly enough. I ended up telling him after the second date that I wasn’t seeing it go anywhere but I’d like to be friends. I’d say we’re more acquaintances than anything else, but he’s got a girl he’s seeing. I served them the other day.” Y/N wasn’t sure why Harry looked upset, almost annoyed at the information, but she was going to find out. “I’m sorry, are you okay? You just look annoyed, is all.” She tried her best to be soft about it, but she had no idea why on earth he would be annoyed about what she just said.

“No- no, s’nothing you did.” He assured her, rubbing over her back once he realized she was taking his expressions personally. “It’s just- he kept saying you guys hit it off and made it seem like… like you were taken by him. I dunno why he’d do that when…” He paused, shaking his head. It confused her even more, unsure as to why Brad would do that either. What did he have to gain by lying- or stretching the truth?

“When, what?” She asked. What would be in it for him?

“I don’t want t’make it weird, but he knew I was plannin’ on asking you out after Halloween but… he told me you and his friend had hit it off.” He stiffened slightly. “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, it’s water under the bridge, but I’m just a little upset that he lied.” 

Y/N’s stomach dropped. 

“He did what?” 

“Yeah, I’m not sure… what the motive for that was.” He scratched the base of his neck uncomfortably. It was obvious he hadn’t necessarily wanted to divulge that information to her but she was really fucking glad he did. 

She was also angry. Brad knew damn well Y/N and his friend didn’t hit it off and he had told him, albeit politely, straight to his face. It pissed her off immensely if he was being honest. It only made her hypothesis more glaringly correct the more she thought about it, but it wasn’t her place to tell Harry that Brad most definitely had a nasty, big crush on him as well. It was hard not to have one on him, having fallen victim to the Styles Charm herself. 

“I don’t either but… No. M’single. I have been for months.” She admitted, not sure if the feeling in her stomach was caused by the alcohol, the anticipation, or the revelation. “I would have said yes, by the way. If you’d asked.” Finding the nerve to meet his eye, she was taken aback at the pure green mixed with a splash of oceanic blue. She’d been up close before but this felt other worldly. Knowing that he was planning on asking her out in any capacity had the feeling in her stomach intensify, looking into eyes that were so pretty it shouldn’t be allowed. 

“Yeah?” He asked quietly, the air stilling slightly in the room. He was looking back just as intensely, just as intently, making her body react in ways she hadn't felt in a long time. Giddy, like a kid on christmas from the revelation. “Well… I feel a little silly now. Should have just asked you myself. But… he said you were happy and I didn’t want to intrude on that but it was hard t’be around and not want to tell you so, I kinda buried myself in work for a bit. I didn’t want to be a miserable bastard, like some child who had his toy taken away, but I felt sad that I’d missed my chance.” 

The frown on his face made Y/N want to coo. He was so, so sweet. This man. He was incredible, wasn’t he? So human, but honest. Admitting his honest feelings to her despite them being potentially embarrassing. Y/N took a bit of his confidence in tow as she replied to his words, still anxious but knowing that if he could, so could she. 

“I missed you. Was sad you stopped coming around.” She rested her hand on his shoulder. There was a new energy, a static between them that she could feel on her fingertips. “It wasn’t silly, though. Your feelings are valid. I understand. I’d probably be a bit hurt if I had a great kiss with someone and then found out they were supposedly seeing someone else not long after. It’s an icky feeling.” Y/N truly couldn’t blame him. She could blame Brad, though. She would. 

“Yeah, but I should have… I dunno. Something felt off, I should have trusted my gut as you like to say.” He teased lightly, moving his hand up to the side of her neck. “But… ‘great kiss’, huh?” His raspberry lips, still wet from his sip of beer, turned up in a smirk. “You thought so? How great was it, really?” 

Y/N could feel herself flush. God, she had been speaking truth so it hadn’t crossed her mind on how she worded it but somehow, she wasn’t regretting it. If anything, she felt a bit of relief, though his teasing made her flustered. “Stop.” She pushed his shoulder. “I was just- I was just saying.” She grumbled, eyes falling from his back to his curled mouth. She remembered just how good it felt against her own, how his hand had tightened on the back of her costume and urged her closer while the other had delicately held her jaw. A gentle, commanding presence. A will she was willing to bend to. 

“Oh, don’t look away, sweetness. M’just teasing.” He cooed, lifting his knuckle to bump her chin back up. “Look cute when you’re embarrassed though. It’s sweet.” His confidence seemed to rise again at her words, which relieved her slightly. At least one of them was feeling it. “For the record- it was a really, really great kiss. S’part of why I wanted to ask you out, hm? Wanted more of that. You’re such a sweet little thing. Always so kind to everyone, maybe a little shy but… s’cute.” Laying on the praise was making her feel like she was boiling, a shy mewl leaving her mouth as she went to divert her eyes again but was interrupted by his hand. 

“No more of that. Let me see your pretty eyes when m’talking to you.” It was like he had shifted, making her eyes widen. Her body wanted to respond, blinking rapidly before nodding at him slowly. “Good. Can’t believe there was so much wasted time. M’gonna have words with Brad later, but I don’t think we should wait much more. Do you?” his thumb brushed her bottom lip, making her thighs want to squeeze together. This was a side of him she had only seen the tiniest blip of when they kissed, but god, did she like it. Her body hanging on to his words. 

“N-No.” She tripped over the word. “How d’you mean?” The tone was breathless, still in awe of how the situation had shifted. How his hand held the back of her neck and his hand kept her chin up so he could see her eyes. They hooded slightly, tummy twisting in anticipation. He was close, much closer than she had originally thought, and holding her face in a similar fashion to their first kiss. 

“Shouldn’t wait to do what we both obviously want. I’d like t’take you out when we’re able to get out of the house, but we were held back because of some lies… and I had a lot planned for us all from that one little, really good kiss.” He murmured. The side of his face was illuminated by the roaring fire, the movie fading into the back of her mind as her eyes searched his face. “It’s been hard to be around you knowing what this mouth tastes like and knowing the pretty little noise you let out when I went t’pull away. Didn’t even want to but you seem to forget to breathe when you’re being kissed, silly girl.” He chuckled under his breath. 

“Only with you.” She whispered. It hadn’t been something she meant to say out loud but seeing his smile was worth it- even a tiny bit of a blush if she was seeing correctly. He was stealing a bit of her brain power, she thinks, but at this point she didn’t mind. Harry could take over and she would happily follow. 

“Yeah? With me?” He taunted, leaning closer and feeling his nose brush hers. It was cooler than his own, the fire only now starting to heat the room up- but he wanted to keep her warm in another way. At her nod, he let out a sigh. “So can I kiss you again? It’s all I can think about, y’know. When you’re around. Been dying to kiss you and even more. Such a sweet thing, y’are. So good to me. Make me laugh, make me smile. Was gutted when I thought you were with someone else. I’ll tell you a secret.” his thumb brushed her chin again, close enough that his breath could be felt against her lips. “It drove me mad, thinking about you with some other bloke. Someone who I know can’t make you feel half as good as I can. Can’t treat you like the perfect thing you are. Proper princess, aren’t you?” 

Y/N was hanging on to his words, nodding along. She always wanted that, wanted to be treated like she was a diamond. To be delicately handled when need be, spoiled with affection. Harry had that quality to him, a man who could take care of business but also come home and dote. At least it seemed that way. She had to imagine him after work, suit jacket strown against the side of the couch and his tie undone, glass of bourbon in his hand. Imagine climbing in his lap and pressing kisses to his face and watching the tension in his body melt away. Let him take out his frustrations on her body instead of letting it fester on his own. 

“I can be.” She replied, leaning into him. “I’d like it, a lot.” It felt hard to come up with the right words to express how she felt, how much she genuinely felt the urge to just jump on him- but he beat her to it.

Buttoning their lips together, he scooted closer to her and held her jaw tenderly. Touching her in a way reminiscent of the way he had before, she was stiff for a mere moment before melting into his touch. He was warm, much more so than her, and the blanket that had been thrown over his lap shifted so he could get closer to her. Y/N followed suit, lifting her hand to his chest, palm down on the heated shirt. His heart could be felt thumping away underneath her grasp, cluing her into the fact he was just as worked about about it as she was. 

When he pulled back for a second she let out another whine, though the air felt good in her lungs. It was hard to breathe when he was kissing her, not wanting to waste a single second of the experience. Her brain was a loop of his name, not thinking about the oxygen she needed. Now she was needy, knowing that her feelings were returned in a way. She whined again as he halted her from going in again. “Breathe, sweetness. I’ll keep kissing you, but you’ve got t’remember to breathe for me.” His voice was hypnotic and he had all the control. Y/N willingly let it go. She wanted to give it to him. 

“Sorry.” She peeped. “It’s hard.. Hard to think.” There was nothing but honesty in her tone, making him want to coo. Y/N was so precious, it hurt. Harry loved that he had this effect on her. The girl was putty in his hands, marshmallow fluff seeping between his fingertips. He hadn’t gotten to see this side of her before and he loved it. Being a man who was in charge most of the time and thoroughly enjoyed it, he loved that she put her trust in him and made herself malleable. 

“Mm? S’hard to think when I’m kissing this pretty mouth?” He smiled, “Good. You don’t have to think. I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.” He brushed hair off her face before sitting back on the couch. “Come sit on my lap, darling. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He was taking the reins now, and Y/N eagerly followed. Clambering onto his thighs, he had shucked the blanket to the floor and let her warming body settle on top of his. Her body melting into his lap, she clutched his tee shirt before surging back in and connecting their mouths back together.

Y/N was needy in a way she hadn’t experienced before. One of her hands slipped into his hair as he returned the kiss with matching fervor, sliding his hand down her waist and pulling her in so she was pressed against him. Breasts against his chest, the plushness of her body making his fingers dig a bit deeper as he licked into her mouth. She was his willing accomplice, his sweet escape as she mewled softly against his tongue. This was even better than their first kiss, in the privacy of Harry’s home where she could let herself go fuzzy. She’d known him long enough, trusted him, pined after him- Y/N was ready and willing for him. Spreading her thighs over his lap further and making sure they were touching in every single way possible. 

A noise she wasn’t familiar with left her throat, a little grumbly moan as he sucked on her tongue and pulled off before taking more. She hadn’t been kissed like this before, her body burning as it got heated rather quickly.The revelation of returned feelings, the pining they’d silently been doing, the kiss they’d shared that haunted them, the desperation to make up for lost time- it all was a perfect concoction to the perfect storm. Hand sliding over one another, revving up the neediness as she slowly began to shift in his lap. Rolling her hips. A dangerous but necessary move. 

“Careful, Darling.” The warning was mumbled against her mouth. “M’burning for you. Keep rubbing yourself against me like a little kitten and m’gonna take care of it.” All of the pent up neediness was showing itself, rearing its head and spilling over onto the carpet. Y/N would be embarrassed if she wasn’t so into him, and if he didn’t help guide her hips on him. She wanted to be his, wanted to know what he sounded like. She was in awe of how good it felt to just rub up against him. The large hand cuffed around her waist while their spit slicked lips hungrily kissed one another. Harry was unraveling her and he barely had to try. Pathetic, maybe, but he had a strong effect. 

She continued the movement, even going as far to rub a bit harder before she was physically stopped, his hand gripping her chin and tugging her away. It was disorienting, making her whine in sadness, but she looked at him with a bleary gaze ad his thumb wiped at some of the wetness smeared under her mouth. “Need you to tell me how far t’go.” Harry wanted to be sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries. He needed to. With any of his partners he established those, but Y/N especially. He would weep if he misunderstood and make her uncomfortable. “C’mon, pretty girl. I know you’re a bit out of it, but let me know what you want.” He could feel her squirm on his lap, but a simple raise of an eyebrow made her freeze. 

“Anything.” She whispered. “Anything, please. Just want…” She swallowed, trying to say it properly. “Just want to make you feel good. Want you to want me. S’cold, I need you to keep me warm.” Her tone was a little pathetic, but Harry seemed to enjoy it. Relish in it, actually, with how much she was desperate for it. 

“Oh, sweet baby. Want you regardless of what this body offers me… But if you want me to do anything I want, you won’t mind me slipping these off?” He plucked at the waistband of her fuzzy pajama pants. Light blue with little penguins and snowflakes. “And this?” Her white cropped tank top. Her cardigan was hung over the back of the couch, and he had access to the bare skin of the sliver of her stomach. “Yeah?” He replied to her head bobbing in agreement. “I can see my pretty girl and keep her warm?” 

“Mhm.” She agreed. “Take it off. Want it off.” Her hands tugged at his shirt, making it lift up slightly. It was well known he was covered in tattoos but she wanted it up close and personal. She wanted bare skin against her own, wanted to bite on the curve of his neck and see what sounds he would make. 

“Okay, needy thing.” He laughed through his nose, tugging his shirt over his head to expose himself. Swallows at the collar bones, a dusting of chest hair, the butterfly on his stomach. His arms showing off more ink, his muscles- god, he was good. So fucking hot that Y/N felt herself ruining her panties even further. How was it possible for a man to work her up just from a little kissing and grinding, merely looking at his shirtless form in the way it had for her? “How’s it, hm?” 

“So pretty.” Her voice mumbled, running her hands hesitantly down his chest. Brushing his nipples slightly, making him groan before they reached his butterfly tattoo. “You’re so pretty, H.” It made the man’s ego raise up, not really being called pretty all that often. Sexy, handsome, sure. But pretty was a newer one.

“You’re prettier.” He kissed her jaw, tangling his digits in the hem of her top. What he hadn’t expected was for her bare breasts to be exposed as he lifted it up. The top had a built in bra, leaving little to the imagination to begin with but… god, he was in heaven. Dipping his head down, he kissed the top of her chest before making his way down with sticky kisses. “God, fuck me. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He hissed, palming one of her tits. “Been trying to hard to keep my eyes away from these but, but I keep droolin’ over them. Imagined them covered in my cum, did y’know that?” He worked over the curve of the exposed one whilst squeezing the other. Enjoying the feel of her in his palms. “That’s the only way they could look prettier. Covered in me.” His tongue found her nipple, making her squeak. 

Y/N let out a squeak, moving a hand to his hair as he worshiped her chest. Licking, kissing, sucking, even biting down softly on her nipple before switching sides, letting his thumb brush over her now wet and slightly swollen nipple. Her cunt wept, her clit throbbing as her breathing got heavier and she tried to withhold her noises. She was making some, sure, but it was embarrassing how much wanted to pour from her lips. 

“Don’t hold back from me.” He pinched her nipple harder than before, making her squeal. “Said I wanted to hear those noises, didn’t I? Be good for me.” The slight scolding only made her hotter. Something about the tone, something about Harry having complete and utter control over her body in this way had her panting. 

“Sorry, m’sorry.” She simpered, spreading her legs further on his lap. Her hot cunt needed some relief, desperately. Her clit rubbing against him and the fabric of her now useless panties had her mewling, his mouth sucking harder on her nipple, hungry for it. “It feels so good, I can’t think.” Her words came out almost as a cry. She was obsessed with this feeling, albeit a tad overwhelming. 

Pulling away fro her nipple with a soft pop, Harry licked over his shiny lips before cooing at her. “Who said you need to think, baby?” He stroked her hair, tangling his fingers in it and firmly tugging her head where he wanted it. “My silly girl. Just let me do the thinking. All you’ve got to do is focus on warming my cock so I can keep you nice n’warm too, yeah? Let me take over a little bit.” His tone was intoxicating, the cadence of his speech placing her under a spell. She wanted this, she wanted him to do this for them. “Good. S’time for these to come off. Want to take a peek at that pussy.” He playfully smacked her ass, motioning for her to stand on her shaky legs and let him tug her leggings down. 

“What have you done, sweetness?” He crooned, looking at her panties. “Messy little thing, you’ve soaked right through them.” Nimble fingers rubbed over the gusset of her panties, the warm, wet fabric doing nothing to hide her cunt. The soft pink had gone transparent and sticky, making his cock jerk in his sweats. God, she was exquisite. A complete angel. How had he managed to keep his hands off of her? “Love that you got this sticky for me, baby. Y’like me that much?” 

It was almost humiliating, the burn in her cheeks making her hot but… she liked it. She liked how he was talking to her, sweet but a tiny hint of condescending to it. It wasn’t something she knew she liked until this moment- perhaps it was something she just liked with Harry. But she shivered at the feeling of his warm fingers finding her pearled clit under the fabric, rubbing lightly over it. “I do.” She whispered. “Like you a l-lot.” Her words stuttered when he pressed his thumb over her, wiggling it back and forth. It was slightly humiliating, standing in just her wrecked panties in front of the man, but the shame licked into flames of arousal as he pulled her in and peppered kisses to her stomach. Soft, sensual ones that left a print of his saliva there before he pulled back to tug the silly waste of fabric down her legs. They were tossed to the side, Harry switching positions to have her sit on the couch. 

“Good. Like you too, sweet girl. Felt so guilty, cumming all over my fist while imagining you. That perfect mouth and these pretty thighs…” He hissed, running his hands over them as he got on his knees in front of her. “But part of me didn’t care. Thought I was fantasizing about someone else’s woman, but it was you. So I did it anyway.” His lips found her sensitive inner thighs, kissing tenderly as he spread her open. “It’s a shame we wasted so much time, but m’not wasting another second. 

He didn’t. A gasp tore from her mouth as he licked up her slit, tasting the sweetness he had been deprived of. Something started to unfurl inside of him, settling further as he hooked his hands under her knees and urged them to stay spread as his arms moved to their place. His fands looped around, placing one hand on the mound above her cunt, eyes peering up at her as he took his time. Languid, long licks as he cleaned her up. She had made a mess of herself, and he was taking care of it. Of course he was. He had wanted to do this for months, now. Spreading her open and tasting her right from the source. 

It was like he fed off of her sounds. The tiny bucks of her hips that he quickly eased by holding her down slightly, only making her more wet. He was taking mental note of the things that she liked, and being controlled was one of them. He’d never have guessed, but he was having a beautiful time figuring it all out. His cock was throbbing, in need of relief, but he ignored it in favor of her pleasure. Pulling up momentarily, he kept their eyes locked as he let a line of split dribble from his lips to her cunt, stringing over it before he lowered his angled hand and gave her clit a few taps. 

“Fuck.” Y/N whimpered. “You’re too good at this. Gonna make me cum.” She was a mess, but Harry wasn’t going to give her that. Not yet, anyways. 

“No, sweetness. You’re going to cum around my cock. M’just getting you warmed up.. Although you didn’t seem to need it.” He slipped his finger inside of her after releasing a thigh to rest it on his shoulder. “Nice and wet for me already. I’m just being selfish. Wanted to taste you for ages.” His crush had been there for longer, he supposed. It had grown slowly over time, blossoming into what it was now. 

He was torturing her, she was sure of it. His finger, thicker than her own, curling slightly as his mouth attached to her clit, suckling on the swollen bud. How could she hold back from orgasm when it felt this good? She was getting closer and closer with each pull into his mouth, the wet, sounds of sucking filling the air and her hands clenching around his hair, pulling him further into her cunt. His nose brushed up against her and little she could do but take it, he continued on it, working her until her thighs began to shake and the pleasure began to boil in her tummy, almost- until he stopped. Cooing at her as she began to whine, squirming in his hold and almost tearing up at her orgasm that she had been robbed of until he rose up and shut her up with a kiss. 

“Told you what I wanted. Don’t pout, as pretty as it is. I’m gonna make you cum, baby.” He brushed their noses together before he walked over to his side table and opened the drawer. One day later she’d ask him about why he had a stash of condoms in there, but for now her eyes were far too focused on the obvious outline of his prick through the sweatpants. Nearly gagging for it, she felt, she peeped up at him as he stood back in front of her. “Normally I’d ask how you’d want it, but since you’re a bit thoughtless today, m’gonna choose. Lay back.” He pointed her in the direction of where he wanted her to lay. 

“Don’t- don’t you want me to suck you?” Her voice sounded much needier than she had wanted, but he was endeared. His sweetness was obviously wanting to, looking at him as he palmed over himself and shook his head. 

“Not today. I’ll bust right inside that mouth. As much as I want to, and I will have it later… Not now. Want to feel you wrapped around me when I cum.” Slipping down his sweats, Y/N watched as his cock bobbed up and the pulsing between her thighs intensified. He was big, thick, and wet. The tip ruddy, dark pink and weeping with precum and a prominent vein extending over the side, trimmed hair around the base up to the little line of hair that went over his stomach- yes, she had never seen a cock as appealing before, and she was feeling hot over it. He apparently noticed too, a smirk on his lips and dimple extended. “No. You’ll taste it later, but I need to be inside of you.” He liked licking her out a bit too much. 

Y/N blinked up at him, nodding her head as she swallowed thickly. Settling between her thighs again, this time on his knees, she watched as he slipped the condom on before taking his other hand and cupped her cheek. He softened his gaze, looking over her face before speaking. “Need you to tell me if you want to stop. Any time, any reason and we can be done and go back to cuddling. I like you for far more than your body, sweetness.” He sighed. “Want this to be good for you. Want you to use your pretty mouth and talk t’me so I know how you feel. Don’t hold back.” He was a homeowner and the walls were thick, so it didn’t matter. No one could hear them past the roaring winds outside. The snow itself was silent, his silent savior for making Y/N stuck with him. “Get me, baby? Words.” 

“Yes, I’ll tell you. I want it, I promise.” She whispered. “Think I’ll like anything you do for me. I know I’m safe with you.” And she was. Harry had always been a good friend and she would trust him with her life even beforehand, so handing her body over to his tender care didn’t seem half as scary as it may with someone else. Nerve wracking only because there were feelings there- real feelings they both admitted were felt. 

“That’s my girl.” He smiled, brushing the tip against her cunt. “Gonna push in now.” He paused for a moment, leaning over to give her a kiss before righting himself on his knees and giving her what they both wanted. Fuck, was it good. 

Y/N had never felt so full in her life. Her fingers curled around his wrists as he held her legs up, her stomaching jumping as she panted, Harry filled her up so well she could cry. So deep, so perfectly curved like his dick had been made for her, she dug her nails into him as she let out cries of pleasure. 

“That’s what I wanted, baby. Let me hear you.” He crooned, feeling sweat begin to bead on his brow. Working his cock into her, he listened to the sounds of their sex, how wet she had gotten solely for him, and he was happy. God, he was fucking happy. Not only was he inside of her, but her feelings mirrored his own. She wasn’t taken- but she would be now. 

“I feel so good.” She said up to him. “I’m so full and you’re so deep, I don’t know.. How does it feel so good?” It was evident her head was a bit in the clouds, but he was there to take care of her. “Stretching me… Don’t stop.” She babbled, closing her eyes as he hit exactly where she needed.

He continued, watching as her cunt spread open for him. Taking him deep, he was enamored with the sight of her wetness all over his cock, wishing he could ditch the latex covering his shaft. All he wanted was to leave traces of her on his skin, leave her smell and taste. This was only the beginning of their relationship, the very prologue, and he couldn’t get enough of her. “M’not gonna stop, sweet girl. You feel too good.” He exhaled. “S’only our first time. Gonna keep fucking you until you can’t take it.” It was serious. He’d held himself back from her for months now, and it was nearly christmas. “My girl… You take it so well, hm? Think you were meant to take my cock.” 

“I was- I am.” She replied, blinking up at him blearily. “Nothing has ever felt so g-good. Want it all the time. Please, I don’t want to feel empty.” Her eyes watered a bit, making his cock twitch as he cooed down at her. Something about it was so erotic to him, watching her cry for his cock. For him. She needed it, needed him and he was the only one that could provide the very thing she needed. He was the only thing she could crave and he would make sure of that. 

“Oh, sweetheart. So gorgeous… M’not gonna let you stay empty.” He cooed. “No, I like far too much. Want to be tucked as deep in you, as long as I can. You promised to keep my cock warm, yeah?” He wiped away a tear, bringing it off her face. “I’ll keep you warm too.” And he was. Y/N was beginning to get sticky with sweat. Feeling her hair start to stick to the nape of her neck from the room finally feeling the effects of the fire, or his movements and pleasure, she didn’t know the origin. She was almost hot, but that was welcomed. The storm going on outside, snow was coming down hard, but she was nice and warm with Harry. 

Y/N felt a bit speechless. This was not how she had anticipated her night going in the slightest, but she loved every second of it. Each thrust of his cock filling her up led her closer to her orgasm, knowing she was sticky with arousal and sopping wet on his cock, and he took it in stride. Lowering his hand down to thumb over her clit, soft grunts leaving him as he fucked her. It wasn’t too rough, wasn’t too kinky, but it was perfect. He was treating her with the care she needed. Looking at her with visible fondness, only teasing her a bit, it was evident that he cared about her and that only brought her closer. 

“M’gonna cum.” She whispered. “I’m gonna- I’m so close. Please let me- I was good.” Part of her worried about him deciding he wanted her to hold it again, depriving her of the pleasure, but he didn’t. He kept his thrusts the same, rubbing her clit a bit faster as he continued. 

“Go ahead, my sweet thing. Make a mess on my cock. Cum for me.” She had already dripped all over him, even some towards his thighs, but he wanted more. He craved the mess only she could give him, the wet slap of skin and her puffy pussy contracting around his length. She had been so close on his finger, so he knew she was reaching it from how she squeezed him, but it was almost too good. He was a goner, watching as she arched her back and let out a broken moan, trembling yet again before her mouth dropped open and she came on him. He could feel it, her cunt squeezing him and her body tightening up as it hit her. Pulsing around him as he continued his thrusts inside of her, the delicious heat nearly making him lose his damn mind.  

“Shit…” He hissed, feeling his own start to hit him. “Fuck, baby… fuck.” His voice turned slightly whiny as he held tight onto her leg, his thumb pausing on her clit as the first rope of cum spilled into the condom. Her contracting, hot cunt, her teary eyes, her swollen mouth, all of it was so beautiful that he couldn’t stand it. This was a long time coming, of course, but to actually have her on him, to feel her body react to his touch, to see her cum solely because of him? It was otherworldly. He doubted he’d felt this strongly about an orgasm before, jerking his hips as deep groans left him, imagining there was no barrier in between them as he filled the condom. He knew it was going to overflow, but he didn’t care at this moment. 

All he cared about was lowering himself on top of her and kissing her senseless, holding her face like it was a precious stone. Recovering from this orgasm and kissing her, the giddy feeling never went away.  It stayed as he checked on her, kissing her cheeks and her nose, wiping the hair that was stuck to her face away and murmuring praises to her. “S’my girl. Not going to let you go.” He loved this feeling. “You’re perfect. Can’t believe it took us so long, but now that I’ve got you… M’not letting go.” It was sappy, maybe, but he was finally getting what he wanted. Something he thought he’d lost the chance to have. 

“Don’t want you to let go.” She sniffled, taking his face in her smaller hands once she caught her breath, pressing their lips together again before letting him rest his forehead against her own. “That was perfect. I can’t believe it either…” She stroked his hair back, the slight dampness from sweat not bothering her at all. “Does this mean I’m yours?” It felt a little embarrassing to ask, but she wanted to be clear. 

“Mhm. And I’m yours. No more games. Don’t give a shit what any of our friends have to say… M’pissed I was kept away so long, but I’m not going to do it now. I wasted so much time…” He gave a bittersweet smile. “Been dying to make you mine.” 

“Well…. Merry Christmas.” She giggled, eyes light and bright. Happiness illuminated her features and it nearly stopped his heart. Y/N was so beautiful that it almost hurt. And now she was his. He took her in as the multicolor lights from his tree flashed over the side of her face, heart completely filled with affection. “I’m your gift. No refunds or exchanges.”  He laughed, not able to help himself from taking another kiss. “Best gift I’ve ever received.”

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[gentlyweeps-world]

Waiting

summary: Maybe things would work out in a different universe.

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating/toxic relationship, angst [If you can’t tell I love angst]

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You couldn’t count how many years you’ve liked- loved Logan, maybe it was when Oscar introduced you two? Or maybe when Logan showed up when your boyfriend didn’t.

You couldn’t or really shouldn’t say anything to him, after all he does have a girlfriend- not a very good girlfriend, but a girlfriend nonetheless.

Your smaller friend group knew she wasn’t good for him, only really there since he’s a Formula One driver and for his good looks. Not the true Logan- the one with horrible dad jokes and his awkward shyness.

You hated her, absolutely hated her. She was a plain bitch- a gold digger. She would go off and cheat on Logan, and she would play it off somehow and still end up with him by her side.

It wasn’t fair, you were clearly the better option, how could Logan not see that? He even had feelings towards you! Well he used to at least.

“You’ve got to say something to him”

You roll your eyes at Oscar’s text, knowing you’ll have to tell him eventually.

“No”

“Y/n he literally got P3 today, it’s the perfect opportunity!”

“You need to grow up and mature”

You let out a scoff at his text.

“I do not!”

“Be honest to yourself”

“Fuck off Oscar”

“See you at 7”

So now here you are, at a crowded and very busy club in Miami, celebrating Logan’s P3.

“Logan! Hey!” You shout over the music, moving past people to get to your friend. You tap his shoulder a few times, trying to get his attention.

“Hey Y/n! Thanks for coming..” Logan says, completely forgetting about the person he was talking to before and turning to face you.

“Of course, congrats on P3..” You say with a smile, moving a bit closer to him so he would hear you clearly.

“Thanks! It feelings amazing, especially after last year with my rookie season..” He says with a smile, leaning down to you so you could hear him better.

Just before you’re about to reply, someone accidentally shoves into you, Logan reacts almost instantly, he wraps an arm around your waist making sure you’re stable.

“W-well live it up!” You say, placing a hand on his chest, only innocently. “Is Scarlet here?” You ask, bringing up his girlfriend.

Logan scoffs at the mention of his girlfriend. “Yeah, of course she is, this is one of her favorite places, she always comes here.” When suddenly Scarlet comes up between both of you, her arms wrapping around Logan’s neck. “There you are! I was looking for you.” She says sweetly, kissing him on the cheek.

“Right well- I’ll see you two around!” You say with an awkward smile, heart dropping at the sight of Scarlet all up on Logan.

You let out a sigh and walk away from the two, opting to get a drink- and maybe talk up a random person.

After a few minutes, Logan shows up next to you, a little irritated. “Sorry about that.” He shrugs. “Scarlet is really clingy, she hates when I talk to any other girl.” He shrugs again. “Even if it’s just a friend.”

“Well y’know- some girls are like that..” You say with a dry chuckle, drinking some of the RB vodka you ordered.

"Yeah, she's a little much honestly, but she gets jealous really easily too, but hey, can't complain that she's hot." He shrugs.

“She’s kind of got me trapped. Honestly, I’d rather break up but then I’d be the bad guy, you know?” He shrugs again, drinking his own shot.

You roll your eyes as he calls her hot, “Well I mean you could break up with her, I’m sure she’ll find some guy to fuck so..” You say with a sigh.

“And you wouldn’t be the bad guy Logan..” You add on, glancing at him.

"I know but still it'd create a whole media mess, and I'm not looking forward to another media storm right now. So I guess we'll just stay together." He shrugs. "I mean I wish things were the same as before we were dating, you know? It was so easy then." He sips his drink.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it..?” You say with a bittersweet smile, thinking back to a year ago when Logan and you were closer- maybe even flirty, with the longing glances and soft, hesitant touches.

He blushes slightly when you mentioned that. "Yeah, it was. It was fun just being friends, we were really close, and now all of a sudden I suddenly have this girlfriend who follows me around and gets mad whenever I’m next to another girl." He frowns. "I don't even feel that same connection with her anymore, like we used to have before."

“Really?” You ask, feeling a spark of hope, that maybe Logan will still have some sort of feelings left for you.

He sighs. "Yeah, I don’t feel like we have that same connection anymore, it’s like things changed after we started dating. Everything is so complicated now." He sips his drink, looking at you.

“Just take some time to think about it- but don’t forget to have fun tonight, yeah?” You say with a smile, placing your hand on his bicep and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

His face immediately brightened up, and he looked over to you, his breath hitched. "Yeah, I'll try." He smiles back, putting his hand over yours. "And hey, I hope you have fun tonight too."

“I’ll try” You say with a smile, walking away from him to the dance floor in the club, wanting to distract yourself from that entire conversation.

———

You didn’t know how many hours had passed- or how many drinks you had, all you knew was that you a hot hookup all over you as you both stumble out of the bar, the cold air sobering you up.

You giggle and laugh with the person, until you spot Logan sitting on the curb, head in his hands. “Logan..?” You ask out softly, forgetting about the person, you were pretty sure their name was Quinn, next to you.

Logan heard you call for him and looks up. "Y/n..." He stumbles to his feet, but before he starts walking towards you, he stops.

Your hookup, Quinn, looks between you and Logan, recognizing the look you gave Logan, they quietly walk back into the club. "Y/n...." Logan calls out to you again, the look on his face one of frustration and sadness.

“Hey- hey what’s wrong?” You ask, instantly rushing to Logan with worried eyes. You could make out his red eyes, and tear stained cheeks in the dark. “What did she do..?” You softly ask.

Logan pulls you into a hug, he sniffles. "She was cheating again... I don't know why I'm even surprised at this point I'm just stupid..." His voice was muffled as he cried against your shoulder.

“Oh Logan..” You coo out, wrapping your arms around him. “You aren’t stupid, you were in a bad situation and didn’t know what to do..” You reassure softly.

Logan holds you tightly, his head buried into your shoulder as he cried. For a minute, it seems like he doesn't care to notice anything around him as he lets out tears of relief.

After a while his sobbing calms down slightly, and he pulls away slightly, but he's still holding you. "Sorry for all this... you didn't need to deal with all of this..."

“No..no it’s okay Logan, that’s why I’m here, I’m your..friend..” You say with a pained smile, hating to see him in so much pain because of that- that bitch.

He finally pulls away, still looking upset. He clears his throat a couple of times. "Thanks, really." He stares at the ground for a second, thinking over whether or not he wants to say this. "Hey, can I ask something?" He looks up at you.

“Sure, what is it?” You ask, looking at him. He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is around. "Can I ask, do you, ever feel like we're more than just friends?" He asks, his voice soft, his eyes gentle and caring.

“Sometimes yeah..I do..” You say with a soft smile, knowing that even if Logan feels the same, you can’t be together, Scarlet wouldn’t let that.

He doesn’t look away, and a slow, soft smile spreads across his face. “Really?” There's almost a sigh of relief from him, he’s almost happy that you admitted feeling the same. Maybe things will be fine after all, if you and Logan find some way to make it work.

“I don’t know how any of this will play out, and I know Scartlet is my girlfriend, but you Y/n..” He says taking a pause, “You are my love, my first love, you are my best friend, my everything, just know that..”

You feel your heart slowly break at his words, emotions building up inside you. You give him a bittersweet smile, “Just know I’ll be here waiting..” You say.

"I'll find a way to make something work... just promise me one thing Y/n?" He stares deep into your eyes, waiting for a response.

“Hmm?” You mumble out, looking up at him, admiring him for a moment.

"Just promise me you'll wait for me... because no matter how, I'll always come back to you." Holding your hand in his.

“Of course”

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radio 🪩: I’m sorry I keep writing angst, I just love it so much 💙 I’m not sorry

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[justagalwhowrites]

HEY BESTIE I LOVE THE PROMPTS #s 21 86 94 114 128 146 😭❤️ THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE TO READ

LOVE U SM

HI BESTIE!!

You had sent in one of these before I asked you to resend them lol but HEY turns out that was the perfect set up to post this one shot, too :D

This is featuring Joel and a smuggling partner who's been working with him and Tess for a while. She's new for this fic but I really like her so she may be making another appearance. I hope you love it!

Thanks so much for writing in and reading! Love you!!

Pretty Girl

Your smuggling partner, Joel Miller, is being uncommonly social during a trip to the Speakeasy.

Based on Prompt 128: "You're pretty" "You're drunk"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Just smut. Smutty smutty smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.7k

“This is going to be a stupid fucking run,” you took a sip of shitty whiskey - which was the only whiskey to be found in the QZ so you dealt with it. Better than nothing, at least. 

“It’s not that stupid,” Tess replied. 

“We’re talking a total of, what, eight days on the road?” You asked. “Unless one of you assholes has a car I don’t know about…” 

“No car,” Tess said. “But I’ve heard from other folks who have passed through there in the last few months and it’s eight days of damn near empty country with a literal farm of pot on the other side. We’re talking about pounds and pounds of the stuff, we’ll be set for a fucking year off this one run…” 

You took another drink, looking out at the other patrons of the bar. Downtrodden and looking for solace at the bottom of a glass. Not all that different than the dive bars you frequented before the world ended eight years earlier but there had been a charm to them then. You and your girlfriends chose those places to add some kind of danger to your debauchery. The concept of going out for cocktails or a beer after work now was almost laughable it was so foreign. 

You’d had that kind of life once, though. One where you wore sheath dresses and spiked heels to your office and got paid more money than you needed to write bullshit ads for bullshit companies like Walmart. A trip to a dive bar was a fun way to step outside of your protected little bubble, a way to hook up with a guy with callused hands who might be a little rougher than the guys in your office whose muscle came from machines at the gym. 

You couldn’t believe you used to stress about that shit now. It was all so stupid, the pointless deadlines and the KPIs and the concern about what your boss would think if you showed up with a rough blue collar guy to a company cocktail hour. 

Now, you were only worried about surviving to the next day. And this run would either make that very easy or very hard, there was no in between. 

“What do you think, Miller?” You looked at Joel, the most sullen of your little trio. “Think it’s worth the risk?” 

He sighed, looking between you and Tess. 

“I think if Tess’ intel is good then we’re fuckin’ stupid to not take advantage of it,” he said. “But we can’t be fuckin’ dumb about goin’. We have to make sure we’re well supplied because I’m not getting caught with my pants down in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere just to run some pot into the QZ.” 

You ground your teeth for a moment before sighing. 

“Fine. If you’re both in then I’m in. But I swear to God if this fucking scheme gets me killed I will haunt both of you until the day you die.” 

Tess laughed a little and downed the rest of her whiskey. 

“On that note,” she said, getting up from your table. “I’m getting out of here. We’ll look at getting the fuck out of here in about a week, make sure you’re set on ammo and rations by then, yeah?” 

“Sure,” you nodded once and watched her go and turned back to Joel. “Ever wonder what the fuck would happen to Tess if she wasn’t in charge of something for a whole five minutes?” 

Joel snorted. 

“Doubt that’d ever happen,” he took a sip of his beer, polishing it off. 

“You heading out, too?” You asked. 

He looked at you for a moment, almost like he was assessing you. 

“Thinkin’ about stayin’,” he replied eventually. “Want somethin’ else from the bar?” 

“I’ll take a beer if you’re offering,” you shrugged, not used to Joel doing anything social beyond the bare minimum. You’d been doing smuggling runs with him for two years now and you were pretty sure you could count on one hand the number of conversations he’d initiated on your trips outside the QZ together. 

You certainly didn’t DISLIKE the man. You liked him probably a little too much if you were being completely honest about it. You liked that he was broad and strong and that he was the kind of guy you’d pick up on one of those nights out in a dive bar with your girlfriends. But you liked more than that, too. You liked the fact that he stopped at a pharmacy on the way back from a run once and grabbed a handful of bottles of children’s Tylenol. You’d frowned as he stashed them in his pack. 

“Neighbor’s daughter keeps gettin’ ear infections,” he said. “Poor thing sounds miserable.” 

He never mentioned it again. 

Joel brought two beers back to the table and put one in front of you before taking his seat again, looking out at the handful of people dancing to the music from the jukebox. 

“So Joel,” you said, twisting the glass in your fingers. “If you had to pick one thing - not a person because we all have a person - that you miss most about before, what would you pick?” 

“Hm,” he frowned, taking a drink. “Never thought about it.” 

“Well I’m asking you to think about it,” you smiled a little as you took a sip of beer. “That’s kind of the point.” 

One corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at that and he shook his head a bit. 

“Probably goin’ to listen to music or playin’ music,” he said eventually. “Somethin’ about live music… anyway. Probably miss that most. Or maybe museums.” 

“Museums.” You raised your eyebrows. 

He nodded. 

“Went to a lot of museums,” he said. 

He got a bit of a wistful look in his eye for a moment before he took another drink. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type,” you said.

He shrugged. 

“How about you?” He asked. 

“Restaurants,” you said immediately. “Hands down. I’d gained like 10 pounds on a trip not long before the outbreak so for the two weeks before I was dieting like crazy and I’ve never regretted a damn thing more. I was eating the most bland, boring shit like a dumbass. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give now for a New York slice. Or a bagel. Fuck, I think I’d rather have one more true NYC bagel than ever have great sex again.” 

“Sounds like you’ve just never had great sex,” Joel smirked a bit. 

“No,” you shook your head. “You’ve just never had a great bagel.”

The two of you ended up having a few more drinks together and you actually heard Joel laugh - not something you knew he was actually capable of even after a few years of knowing the guy. 

“C’mon,” he said, downing the last of another beer. “Should get out of here before it’s curfew…” 

“Joel Miller, consummate rule follower,” you teased but knocked back the rest of your drink as well, leaving the speakeasy together. 

“Have a question for you,” he asked, his hands in his pockets. 

“Ask away.” 

“Where’d you learn to shoot the way you do?” He looked over at you. “You never seemed like the type. Still don’t, if I’m bein’ honest ‘bout it.” 

“My dad started taking me hunting when I was a kid,” you smiled a little at the memory. “Always liked the challenge but what I really liked was that he liked doing it with me. Never could get his attention any other way, really. Don’t think he ever wanted a daughter but he got stuck with me. So he took me hunting and I loved it. And then he started teaching me more and more and eventually I was just a damn good shot.” 

He nodded slowly. 

“Well, I owe ‘im,” he said. “You being a fuckin’ deadeye saved my ass more than once.” 

“You know you don’t have to wait until you’re drunk to talk to me,” you said, glancing over to him. “You can ask me shit like this when it comes to mind.” 

“Not drunk,” he said. 

“Sure you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, coming to the road where you usually went your separate ways to go to your respective apartments. But when you turned to say goodbye, he’d turned toward your apartment instead, already walking that way. 

“OK so you’re really drunk,” you said, catching up with him quickly. “Your apartment is the other way, Joel.” 

“Not drunk,” he said. “Just makin’ sure you get home OK. Not usually out this late. Not with me, anyway.” 

You looked at him, incredulous, but didn’t argue. You walked in silence for a few minutes and you felt his eyes on you periodically and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Is everything OK?” You asked eventually. “Didn’t… I dunno, get bit in the QZ somehow, right?” 

“I’m fine,” he frowned. “Why?” 

“Because you’re being weirdly talkative and walking me home,” you said. “And you keep looking at me. And I’d like to make sure you’re not about to drop dead or turn or something.” 

“I’m fine,” he shrugged. 

“OK…” 

“It’s just…” he paused. “You’re… pretty.” 

You snorted. 

“You’re drunk.” 

“I ain’t drunk,” he said. 

“And I ain’t been pretty since 2003,” you shook your head and smiled a bit. “That ship sailed with the Lancome counter at the mall and access to regular blowouts.” 

“Well that’s a load of shit,” he said. “You’re pretty. You just are, don’t need fuckin’ makeup or that other shit to see that.” 

You stopped walking and stared at him for a moment. He stopped walking, standing under a street light, and turned to look at you. 

“What.” 

“I swear to God, Joel, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were hitting on me.” 

He shrugged. 

“Maybe I am.” 

You scoffed. 

“I’m being serious!” You said. “Don’t make fun of me…” 

“I’m bein’ serious, too,” he said. “Not makin’ fun.” 

You stepped closer to him, so your bodies were aligned and almost touching, your arms crossed over yourself. 

“What were you planning to do about it?” You asked. 

He took your chin gently in one of his large hands and tilted your head back before kissing you. HIs lips were plush, unexpectedly soft in contrast to the pleasant scratch of his mustache on your skin. He kissed you until you were breathless, your hands flexing into fists as you tried to work some of the growing tension from your limbs. He pulled back a little, his nose brushing your own. 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said quietly. “More, if you’ll let me.” 

You we ripping his clothes off before the door to your apartment had fully closed, his shirt winding up somewhere on the floor of your living room alongside your bra. 

When you were both naked, you pushed him down on your bed, your pussy already dripping and aching for him. You moved to straddle him and he brought a hand down over your sensitive mound, dipping his fingers into your slit and gathering your wetness before sliding up to tease your clit. 

“Goddamn you’re wet,” he groaned. “You walk around like this all the fuckin’ time, just ready for it?” 

“No,” you panted. “Took you practically sticking your tongue down my throat outside…” 

“Oh is that all,” he worked your clit harder, making you moan. 

“Maybe you’re pretty, too, Miller,” you closed your eyes, trying to focus, your body already starting to tighten, your sex all but begging to have something to grip and throb around as aching heat started to swirl through you. 

“Know that’s bullshit,” he leaned forward and nipped your throat before kissing and sucking his way to your collarbone, taking his hand away from your slit and rubbing your arousal over his thick, hard length. You tilted your hips forward, brushing his weeping tip with your soaked seam. “Fucking hell Baby…” 

“Need you,” you dug your nails into his back and he moaned at it. “Need to feel…” 

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding onto the base of his cock and lining it up with your grasping, longing core. His head barely dipped into you, the burning stretch doing nothing to sate your desperate wanting. “Need inside you, need you to fuckin’ take it…” 

You thrust down on him, taking him into you in one firm, quick motion. It made you gasp, his size almost overwhelming. You whimpered as your body adjusted, your pussy feeling more stretched than it ever had before. 

“Jesus Christ,” his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breaths coming in keening, desperate pants. “Holy fucking God you’re tight, fuck…” 

You started to ride him then, beginning slow but hard, lifting your hips up before slamming yourself back down on him, your channel gripping him tight every time he was thrust up into you. 

His hands went to your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of you, clinging to you as you worked his cock. 

“Take it like this?” You panted in his ear before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder. 

“Fuck, just like that,” his hands were more desperate on you now, like he was going to lose control. “Want you to make yourself cum on my fuckin’ cock, want to feel you cum all over my fuckin’ cock…” 

Your pussy tightened further around him and you pressed your chest tightly against against him, riding him hard and fast now, your clit pressing against the softness of his stomach with every firm thrust. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasped as you came, taking him all the way inside yourself and holding him there as you pulsed around him. 

It was like he’d been waiting for you to cum, waiting for you to be so lost in your own orgasm that you couldn’t do anything to stop him from taking what he wanted. 

His arms went around you and he picked you up for a moment before pressing you down into your bed, his cock buried in you to the root. He started fucking into you while your pussy still throbbed around him. Your hands flew to your bed, fingers tangling in the sheets as he spread your legs wide and looked down to where you were joined. 

“Fuck, look at you takin’ me so goddamn well,” he groaned, increasing his pace. Your pussy started to contract around him again, your clit both begging for attention but so oversensitive that you were worried him toying with it would make you cry. “Tight fuckin’ pussy so goddamn good…” 

He pressed a thumb into your clit and it was like a shockwave rolled through you, something almost like another orgasm coursing through you. But it offered no relief, just driving yourself to get tighter around Joel, your body trying to bring him deeper, hold onto him for longer. 

“Not gonna last long with pussy this goddamn good,” he said, leaning over you and kissing and biting down your jaw to your throat. You rocked your hips up against him in desperate, stuttering thrusts. “Where do you want me, Baby?” 

“On my clit,” you moaned. “Fuck, please…” 

“Jesus,” he groaned, fucking into you harder, his cock forcing you to stretch over him to just shy of the point of pain with every motion.  Your body was so taut again you were worried you were going to snap with it, with the aching drive of pleasure and want taking over you. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” 

He thrust in you twice more before pulling out of you and jerking himself just once over your dripping slit. He pressed his swollen cock head to your clit and gasped as he came, spilling himself over you, the warm pulsing of his spend triggering your orgasm. 

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you cum,” he panted, watching as the last of his cum dripped onto your throbbing clit. He ran his thumb up from your hole through your slit to your overwrought clit, rubbing his cum into you as he circled your clit, making you shudder and gasp as your orgasm eased. 

He took one last, long look at your naked body before collapsing beside you, still panting for breath. 

“So,” he said after a minute. “Still think you’d rather have a bagel?” 

You laughed once. 

“Bagels can go to hell,” you said. “As long as you promise to do that to me again.” 

“Any time you want, Pretty Girl,” he said. “Any time you want.” 

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #oneshot #follower celebration

[idontplaytrack]

hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!

Hermosa

- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end

Thank you for your request! :)

You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”

“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.

“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.

“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”

“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.

“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.

“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.

“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.

You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”

“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.

Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.

“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”

“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”

“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.

“So?”

“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.

“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.

“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”

You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”

“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.

“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”

“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”

————

As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.

“Do you buy what they say?”

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”

You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”

“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”

“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”

“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.

Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”

She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.

You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.

“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”

She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.

“Eat with me.”

“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.

Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”

Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”

“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”

“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.

“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”

“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”

“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”

“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”

You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.

#i don't play track answers #rosa diaz #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #wlw #wlw fanfic #lgbtqia #queer #fanfiction #alternative universe #reader insert #female reader #x reader

[nymrs]

#2. CAN'T FORGET | Neymar Jr.

SUMMARY: Seeing Neymar for the first time after the break up.

"Another three tequila shots", you ordered at the bar, unable to hold back your laughter while your friend continued on telling her bad jokes that you would probably not laugh at if you weren’t this drunk.

You and your two closest friends, Isabella and Mia, decided to spend Bellas birthday in Paris. Though Neymar and you broke up five months ago, for you, everything still was connected to him - especially Paris of course. Even though you wanted your best friend to have the best day ever, you hated her for choosing Paris for her birthday trip. In order to finally get your thoughts off Neymar and stop looking for him everywhere you would go, you got absolutely smashed.

"I'll be back in a second", you said, heading to the restroom while your friends got onto the dance floor again. You rewatched your instagram story, smiling at your screen, loving how insane and uncontrollable the tree of you were getting every time you got together. Then you noticed three missed calls. Anonymous. "Can’t be too important, everyone knows I'm not taking anonymous calls", you thought to yourself.

Right when you got out of the restroom, Mia, who was already waiting for you, grabbed your arm and started walking towards the exit. "Where are we going? What did I miss?", your eyebrows furrowed the moment you realised she was bloody serious, "Where is Bella?" Receiving no answer, you repeatedly shouted out your friends name, but she didn’t react until the two of you finally got out the club. You freed yourself from her grip, "Can you tell me what the fuck is going on? Where’s Bella?"

"Bella's coming. She’s getting our jackets and we'll go back to the hotel", Mia responded.

"And why are we rushing to leave? It’s not even that late", you asked, realising it wasn’t even 1 am. The door swung open right behind you. You turned around to see Bella heading towards you. A familiar figure followed her, but stopped midway. You froze when you recognised who it was. Then you started laughing, earning some confused looks from your friends. "Y’all are crazy, literally trying everything to avoid me from seeing him."

"And you’re crazy 'cause I know damn well that you’ll go and talk to him", Bella giggled.

Your friends loved Neymar. They adored you two together. But their opinion changed when he left you and made you go through the hardest break up you ever had. Secretly they were hoping for a comeback, on the other side though, they didn’t want to see you that hurt ever again.

"I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the things I'm not supposed to", you grinned. Though your blood was boiling, you tried to act all calm, not wanting to show Neymar the effect he still had on you. "You know where we are. Call us if you need anything", Mia said. They shortly hugged you before making their way to the hotel. And there you were, standing a few metres away from your ex boyfriend, who was now slowly walking up to you. Your breathing got heavier as you watched his every step. "Hey", he finally mumbled. You coldly smiled at him, trying to play it cool while it was obvious how uncomfortable he was feeling. "Can we talk please?", Neymar asked.

"Sure", you shrugged. His eyes wandered around. "Not here. Let’s take a walk", he suggested. You nodded. The two of you started walking. Neymar hid his hands in his pockets while you had your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Why didn’t you pick up the phone?", he broke the silence. It was him.

"You know I never pick up anonymous calls."

"Would you pick up if you knew it was me?", he hesitantly asked. You remained silent for a second, "Probably not." Neymar looked at you kind of disappointed, but nodded understanding. "How have you been? How’s life going?", he continued the small talk, which made you roll your eyes. You abruptly stopped walking. "Ney, what do you want to talk about? I know you didn’t call just to see how I'm doing." He sighed, his eyes wandered to the ground. You waited for him to say something, but he kept on looking around, biting the inside of his cheek. "Okay, once you’re not talking, I'll just go back to the hotel. It was good seeing you again", you said and pulled out your phone from the purse in order to call a cab. Neymars face kept on switching between anger and frustration. "Merda [shit]", he mumbled to himself, watching you dial a number, "I missed you." You stopped typing and gulped in shock. It wasn’t anything you did not expect, but thinking of how long you’ve been waiting to hear these words, you really had to do your best to hide your emotions. You locked your phone and looked up at him. "I watched your story, I saw you're in Paris and I would’ve hated myself if I let you leave without at least trying to talk to you", he admit and slowly shook his head from left to right, "I even went into that shit club just to find you there since you didn’t take my calls."

"You could’ve just messaged me", you shortly said, trying to somehow hold back your tears. "And you’d reply?", he scoffed. Looking at him, you realised there were also tears forming in his eyes, making you remember the day you broke up.

The two of you have been together for a year when Neymar suddenly decided to call it quits. You’ve been in a long distance relationship, but still managed to see each other almost every weekend. Due to him training all day and matches mostly being on weekends, you still weren’t able to really spend time with each other. Of course you wished it could be different, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got into that relationship and honestly, you couldn’t be happier. Neymar, on the other side, was sick of the distance between you. He wanted you to move in with him. Even though you loved him more than anything, you felt overwhelmed and said no. You were scared of leaving your friends and family behind. Adding to that, you didn’t want to fully depend on Neymar. You loved your job, you couldn’t imagine to stay at home waiting for him to come back all day, every day. But your french skills would make it hard for you to find a good job. Maybe you would’ve even agreed to move in with him if you really thought and talked it through, but Neymar seemed to be in such a rush and jumped into the conclusion that you simply weren’t that serious about your relationship. Weeks after your break up you still tried to explain yourself to him through texts and calls, but all he did was ignoring you and distracting himself by clubbing and going on dates that he was seen on, that you even knew about.

"Y/N", he started, taking a few steps towards you, "I know I hurt you. I know I was going way too fast and I didn’t even let you think about it, I didn’t even really give you a chance. This wasn’t fair, you never deserved any of it. When you said you didn’t want to move in with me, I remembered my past relationships that always ended for the same reasons - them prioritising their careers and not being ready to build a life with me. But I wanted to build a life with you, so I was feeling like I only wasted my time again. But I get it, I get it now." You ironically laughed at his words, tears started streaming down your face. "You get it now? Then why haven’t you answered my texts and calls? Why did you start seeing Bruna again if you were oh so traumatised by your relationship like you say?”

"I didn’t see her in that way. She only tried being there for me after our break up", he explained, but your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your ex was there to support you after our break up? That ex that kept on trying to get to you while we were together? Did it work, was she able to distract you?" Your voice kept on getting louder. Neymar bit his bottom lip, knowing there was no valid excuse. "Y/N, I know it’s difficult to believe but nothing happened. Not with her, not with anyone else." You didn’t know if you could trust his words, a million thoughts and memories going through your mind. "Why did it take you so long?"

"I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t know", Neymar answered, "Guess I had to make up my mind and… probably learn to be patient and more understanding. It wouldn’t make sense going back to you with the same attitude I had before." He walked up to you, making you look at him by softly wiping away your tears. "I really missed you. And yes, I still love you. You don’t have to tell me right now and I know it’ll take some time to get to where we were again, but… but I’d be so happy and grateful if you gave me another chance. To prove I've changed. To prove I'll be patient and waiting for you until you’re ready." Your heart was racing, your knees got weak and you hated yourself for having to admit he got you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t find the right words to explain what was going through your mind, so you turned off your thoughts for a moment and quickly crashed your lips onto his. God, how you missed these lips. Right after you pulled away, you wanted to slap yourself across the face. "I hate you", you mumbled, Neymars lips forming a wide smile as he pulled you closer again. "You hate how much you love me." You nodded your head and sighed before you noticed his cheeky grin, making you giggle. His eyes sparkled up the moment he heard you laugh. "You don’t know how much I missed this", he whispered before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips.

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[nanawritesit]

Class 1A as Baristas at a Coffee Shop

TW: this is aged up bc there’s references to alcohol and 🍃, so if you’re a child of god then read no further 💀 also mineta isn’t included because i hate him, and you should too 😊

A/N: i’m a barista so i’m qualified to make these claims. also i know i haven’t written any of my actual requests. i’m depressed and my life is chaotic. besides this is just for fun and didn’t really take much effort so leave me alone 😤

midoriya:

literally the best barista boy on the planet

his customer service skills are GOD-TIER

even when a customer is being rude to him, he’s just such a lil cinnamon roll back to them and kills them with his kindness

has amazing relationships with all the regulars, completely memorizes all their names and orders

legit has full conversations with them

“hey carl, how’s the wife doin’?”

“welcome back emily, did you get into that university you told me about?”

“good afternoon joyce, how’d your husband’s gallbladder surgery go?”

comes up with really creative drinks to use for the monthly specials

is secretly all of the managers favorites because he just works so hard (even bakugou’s)

whips through all the cleaning so fast at the end of the day

todoroki: “okay so we need to wash the utensils, mop the floors, and clean the espresso machine…”

midoriya: “oh, i already did all that todoroki!” 😊

loves coffee but is very sensitive to the caffeine so the managers have to make sure he doesn’t have more than two shots a day 💀

bakugou:

one of the managers

honestly the least likely person you’d expect to be a barista

can only work morning shift bc he goes to sleep at 8:30 (nerd)

his customer service SUCKS but he’s literally so good at his job they can’t really fire him

he just hardly ever runs the cash register and assigns it to one of the more sunshine-y baristas (usually deku or uraraka)

not usually trusted with training new recruits bc he’s such a bully

if a customer is being rude to one of the baristas he won’t hesitate to clap back, because HE’S the only one allowed to bully his employees 😤

uraraka will just step away from the cash register and go “bakugou i need your help with something” and he whips around with the most deadly grimace

bakugou: “is there a problem, sir?”

customer: “n-no problem here, the coffee tastes great” 😄

god forbid one of them gets snappy on one of the rare occasions he works the register

customer: “i demand to see your manager!”

bakugou: “you’re lookin’ at him, dumbass”

damn near explodes when some white girl comes through wanting a mocha caramel latte-cino made with skim milk and no whipped cream in a medium cup with the same amount of coffee as a small so she can stir in her own nutmeg

doesn’t give a single fuck about regulations if he thinks they’re unnecessary

iida: “bakugou, the health department says these bagels have to be thrown away after six days!”

locks the doors ten minutes before closing time and won’t let anyone else in

bakugou: “i don’t give a damn what the health department says, i’m not throwing away six perfectly good bagels!”

punched the espresso machine one time when it wasn’t working and it fucking exploded 💀

iida made him walk across town to buy a new one

todoroki:

another one of the managers

is tasked with training the majority of the new recruits since bakugou cant

the most level-headed chill person to have around during a rush, he never loses his head

can instantly correct someone’s order if they mistakenly got a hot or iced coffee

customer: “excuse me, i ordered this coffee iced.”

todoroki: “oh i’m so sorry, lemme just-“ *touches the cup with his right hand and it fills with ice* “there ya go”

OR

customer: “i don’t mean to be a bother, but i wanted a hot coffee and this is iced.”

todoroki: “yeah gimmie a sec-“ *heats up the cup with his left hand and melts the ice* “should be good now”

likes macchiatos because the separated milk and coffee reminds him of his hair 🥺

pisses off the rude customers with his indifference

customer: “i’ll just take my business elsewhere!”

todoroki: “okay well, it’s your money so you can do what you want with it”

gets flirted with all the time but is too oblivious to notice

kaminari: “dude that girl TOTALLY just gave you her number”

todoroki: “nah she probably just wrote it down in case we needed a survey” *throws it away*

kaminari wants to go off on him but he racks in a lot of money in tips for all of them to split so he keeps quiet

iida:

general manager from hell

runs the shop like it’s the fucking army

really nice if you follow all the regulations tho 😀

he’s the best person to have around during a rush because he just kicks his engines into maximum overdrive and speeds through all the orders

also does deliveries on the side because he’s a fast boi

tried to implement a demerit system, but bakugou took one look at the poster and tore it off the wall 💀

everyone prays to god that they get scheduled with momo instead of him

constantly taps the other workers on the shoulder to hand them a wash cloth and a spray bottle and goes “if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”

everyone acts like they hate him, but when he gave a really touching speech at the christmas party everyone started crying

also organized the secret santa

ends up apologizing to customers for bakugou’s terrible customer service and hands them like a thousand coupons

uraraka:

customer service skills only come second to midoriya’s

she’s a DELIGHT to talk to

even at 7 am when you’re sleep deprived and caffeine deficient, the sight of her smiling face behind the counter will cheer you up :)

during a rush she forgets not to grab the receipts with all five fingers, so they’ll just start floating everywhere

bakugou: “hey round face, all my orders are on the ceiling!”

uraraka: “oh shoot, sorry!” *puts hands together* “release!”

draws cute little pictures on all the chalkboards 🥰

somehow knows exactly what a customer would like when they ask her to recommended something? people start wondering if that’s her real superpower

ironically doesn’t like the taste of coffee… her favorite drink is a hot chocolate with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles

tsuyu:

only got the job to be closer to her best friend uraraka but ends up really enjoying it

gets nervous talking to customers so she mostly just sticks to making the drinks

has to be reminded not to grab things with her tongue because it’s against the health code 💀

when a customer is rude to her the ENTIRE team gets pissed at them, because she’s an angel and must be protected 😤

hates when people watch her make their drinks (she gets anxious 🥺)

pretty much the baby of the shop, whenever she accidentally burns herself steaming milk everyone rushes over like “OH MY GOD TSU ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”

kirishima:

one of the only two baristas trained by bakugou, so he ends up being really good at making coffee

is able to memorize large orders really quickly

“alright i’ve got a skinny macchiato no whip, iced dirty chai with oat milk and an added shot, two americanos extra hot, and a vanilla frappe?”

is the designated carrier of the cold brew kegs

AND the delivery boxes

AND the milk jugs

pretty much anything that’s heavy, he happily carries it

eventually becomes a team trainer, which suits him perfectly because he’s always boosting the team’s morale

bakugou giving the morning debrief: “alright guys, today’s gonna be super busy, and it’s gonna suck.”

kirishima: “SO LETS GET OUT THERE AND DO OUR BEST! I KNOW WE CAN DO IT!” 😆

kaminari:

the OTHER only employee that was trained by bakugou

tries so hard to flirt with customers but fails miserably

is really good at making coffee but he makes a decent amount of mistakes, like using the wrong milk or making drinks hot instead of iced (good thing we have todoroki!)

also wanted to become a team trainer but couldn’t pass the servsafe exam 😀

hooked himself up the espresso machine after bakugou broke it so they could use it until he came back with a new one 💀

does stupid shit with kirishima whenever the shop is dead

bakugou walked in on them making a castle out of cups and knocked it over, then screamed at them to get back to work

conveniently goes to the bathroom every time a huge group of people walks in

sneaks his phone in the bathroom with him

is also a chronic stoner and can’t get through a shift without hitting his pen

he accidentally left it in his apron one night and the next day iida gave everyone a talk about paraphernalia in the workplace

and everyone just had to act like they didn’t know it was kaminari’s 🤡

sero:

only has this job to pay for weed

is basically a glorified janitor because he’s not good at making coffee at ALL

he tries tho 😗

has the worst memory ever

customer: “can i get a small hot vanilla cappuccino?”

sero: “yeah so a large iced mocha frappe?”

customer: “no… a small hot vanilla cappuccino…”

sero: “yeah, that’s totally what i said.” 😀

also can’t remember how to make drinks to save his life

sero: “i’m sorry but what the hell is the difference between an iced coffee and an iced latte?”

bakugou: “OH MY GOD IVE TOLD YOU LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES”

goes to take out the trash with kaminari and they don’t come back for like twenty minutes

and when they do they’re coughing up a storm and reeking of weed 💀 like they don’t even try to hide it

would have gotten fired months ago if they weren’t so short staffed

mina:

is also a team trainer because she’s good with people

tries to get everyone to hang out outside of work, and she usually succeeds

made everyone go to karaoke and get drunk together

iida was QUITE the life of the party after a few drinks, and she evilly videotaped it all

makes memes about the managers and sends them to the barista group chat

spontaneously starts dancing while working, even when there’s customers

drinks like eight shots of espresso a day

is also the shop’s social media manager

constantly takes pictures of everyone and posts them on the shop’s instagram

jirou:

manages the shop playlist

kaminari tried to get her to put a bunch of inappropriate rap songs on it but she didn’t want iida to get mad

sings to herself throughout the entire shift, everyone thinks it’s really cute

except bakugou, he isn’t afraid to tell her to shut up

only drinks black coffee, she doesn’t like milk or sugar

always spices up her uniform with cool accessories and jewelry

she’s not going to sacrifice her individuality for a corporate position 😌 (even if iida constantly lectures her… momo didn’t want to hear it anymore so she started scheduling jirou with her)

momo:

assistant general manager

everyone loves her, she’s an amazing boss

always releases the schedule two weeks ahead of time

is everyone’s barista crush

literally, a new man asks her out every day

is in charge of keeping inventory and ordering ingredients, she’s good at math so everything is always well stocked

is super nice to all the new employees she trains

is a tea enthusiast

sources a bunch of fancy tea and recommends it to the customers

she’s actually garnered a few coffee converts, no one is really able to say no to her pretty face 🥰

never gets made at anyone for requesting time off, in fact she’ll excitedly ask them ab their plans

also never guilts anyone for being sick and not coming into work

pretty much everyone’s mom, if anyone comes in looking upset she’s immediately like “okay what’s wrong, tell me right now”

hagakure:

sneaks up on people all the time

like someone will go up the counter to get their coffee and just see a floating apron

customer: “um, i ordered a latte and-“

hagakure: “yeah, it’s right here!” 😄

customer: “OH MY GOD-“

LOVES to gossip with mina

always has way too much energy early in the morning

*todoroki barely being able to keep his eyes open as he unlocks the door*

hagakure: “AYO SHOTO ARE YOU READY TO OPEN THIS COFFEE SHOP?!?!”

aoyama:

refuses to wear a hair net

DEVOURS croissants

wants to put cheese on the menu, and doesn’t care at all that it’s a coffee shop

buys fresh flowers to put on all the tables 🥰

one day the open sign burnt out so bakugou made him shine his navel laser though it 💀

goes on his phone during his shift ALL the time, and never listens to iida when he yells at him to put it away

tokoyami:

everyone likes being scheduled with him because he’s basically two baristas

“hey dark shadow, can you make this order for me while i stock the bakery case?”

wants to be emo like jirou and only drink black coffee, but can’t stand the taste

“yeah jirou, we’re the only strong ones in the shop!” *dumps three creams and five sugars in his coffee when no one’s looking*

made everyone wear costumes for halloween and handed out candy to customers

purposefully messes up rude customers’ orders 💀

like if they ask for almond milk he’ll put in whole milk so they shit themselves

or if they want it skinny he’ll use the regular syrups so they get sugar overload

doesn’t know how to answer the phone

customer: “is this my hero coffee academia?”

tokoyami: “no, this is fumikage.” *hangs up*

almost has a meltdown everytime he spills something, has to lock himself in the freezer to calm down before walking back out like nothing happened

only works night shift for obvious reasons

shouji:

multitasking king

all his arms allow him to do different things at once

him and iida are the speed demons of the shop, so when the two of them work together everything gets done in like two seconds

iida will be running around making all the orders while shouji is cleaning everything all at once

is pretty much everyone’s therapist, he’s just so easy to vent to

gives the best advice

is so huge and intimidating that there’s hardly ever any rude customers during his shift

koda:

gets so upset every time a bug is killed in the kitchen

koda: “NO PLEASE HE HAS A FAMILY”

momo: “koda i understand this is hard for you, but we cannot have a spider roaming freely around the food”

squeals whenever a customer leaves their dog outside

he’ll be standing at the window with his hands pressed up against the glass and tears in his eyes

todoroki: *sigh* “you can go pet the dog if you want-“

koda: “THANK YOU” *sprints out the door*

starts buying dog treats to give to the owners, he even offers to put them in a little cup of whipped cream 🥺

gets sato to make some vegan baked goods :)

ojiro:

cant spell customers’ names right to save his life

ojiro: “alright, can i get a name for this?”

customer: “yeah, it’s brian with a y!”

ojiro: “got it!” *writes yrian*

or he just writes the wrong name altogether

sharon is now shannnon

tyler is now tyson

jack is now jake

let’s kaminari fluff his tail when he gets overstimulated during a rush 🥺

is constantly apologizing to everyone for accidentally bumping into them with it

sato:

the faithful head baker

comes in at 4 am everyday to prep the baked goods

always asks everyone if they have any special requests <3

customers are constantly complimenting the stuff he makes and asking who made them

the baristas just smile and they’ll them that their baker sato made them, and if he’s still there, they’ll drag him out to accept the compliments 🥰

isn’t very good at asking for help, but hagakure and aoyama are always around to frost donuts or decorate cupcakes when he’s running behind :)

(BONUS) aizawa:

the area coach that stops by every so often to make sure everything is running up to standard

everyone is really scared of him but he honestly doesn’t give a single fuck so long as they’re not serving trash

only comes by during the night shift because he refuses to wake up early

and of course that’s when they least expect him

iida and momo are just nervously leading him around the shop while kirishima and kaminari are sprinting to the kitchen to throw away all the expired food 💀

tells them they’ll get shut down if they don’t get enough customer surveys, which makes everyone panic and hand them out with every order

they still didn’t have enough so sero and mina were in the back filling them out the day they were due 🤡

turns out they were never going to get shut down, he just lied to them so they’d push surveys 🙃

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #mha memes #bnha memes #bnha funny #mha funny #my hero headcanons #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #iida tenya #ochaco uraraka #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #tsuyu asui #hanta sero #mina ashido #kyoko jirou #momo yaoyozoru #aizawa shouta

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1024UB CHAPTER TWO: COULD YOU BE ANYMORE OBVIOUS?

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RODDIES group chat — 5 online

choosan: who’s there rn? kikiki: me, jongho, joong gyuday: hwa nd i are literally 3 ft away yeoman: woo is taking forever in the bathroom smh gyuday: if y’all don’t leave soon i’m going to eat all the meat yeoman: we’re now on our way wooah: AH DONT EAT ALL THE MEAT GYU PLS IM SO HUNGRY wooah: MY MEAT wooah: MY HEART wooah: MY LOVE gyuday: someone take his phone away from him.

San laughed at the messages as he got into the building and waited for the elevator. The door opened with a ding, and right as San stepped inside, someone yelled at him to hold the door. San held the door, and in came Iseul. San kind of expected Yunho to follow behind, but he realized that Yunho didn’t have his evening class today, so he stayed at home. Iseul smiled at him as they watched the elevator doors close.

“Are you going to stop at home and then go up?” she asked him.

“I probably should… I have my bag still,” San tried so hard to keep his voice normal— he hadn’t been alone with Iseul in a while.

“Well, I’m going to, so if you want to leave your stuff at home, I’ll come with,” Iseul offered.

“Yeah, okay, sounds good,” San had to refrain from sounding overly enthusiastic.

They stopped at Iseul’s apartment first, and Iseul literally just threw her bag inside. San felt his chest tighten with anxiety— he could never just throw his bag anywhere considering that all of his most expensive possessions resided in his bag. San must’ve been staring a bit longer than he should have because Iseul patted his shoulder, a zap of electricity going down his spine.

“You good?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah, I’m good,” San assured her.

The two went over to San’s apartment, arriving right as Yunho opened the door.

“Welcome home,” Yunho greeted San first. “Oh, Iseul, what’re you doing here?”

“San and I shared the elevator. We decided we’d put our bags back before heading up to Mingi and Jongho’s.”

“Okay, in that case, I’ll wait for you guys and we all can go up together,” Yunho’s smile was blinding.

San forced a less bright smile onto his face as he went into the apartment and carefully put his bag in his room. San loved Yunho, don’t get him wrong, but how is it that every single time he wants to talk to Iseul he’s there? Yunho definitely wasn’t intentionally sabotaging San, but at this rate, San was going to lock Yunho up just so he can talk to Iseul for at least more than five minutes.

The three went to Mingi and Jongho’s place, and they were the last ones there, but usually when it came to ROD parties, they all waited until everyone was there to start drinking. San was the last one in, and the second his body crossed the threshold, everyone immediately started drinking. Within seconds, there was only one can of beer left.

“Hey! Last beer!” Wooyoung pointed at the lonely can sitting on the dining table.

Everyone crowded around the last beer, and honest to God, San could see the can start to sweat. They all put one finger on the can— it was a ritual they started back in their first year of college. They always played fingers with the last can to figure out who would go grab more alcohol on their own dime. Nine times out of ten, it was Mingi who was the unlucky soul, as was the case this time around.

“God fucking dammit. Guys, I’m a broke college student, too,” Mingi tried to appeal.

“Shut up, business major. You lost fair and square,” Hongjoong shot him down.

“Fuck you, Honjoong. I’ll be back” Mingi cursed as he angrily grabbed his wallet and left the apartment, the door slamming on his way out.

Unfazed, the group dispersed to do whatever it is they wanted to do that night. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were always in charge of the food. No one else was allowed in the kitchen, not that anyone complained because no one else really wanted to cook. Sometimes, if Seonghwa or Wooyoung were too lazy or tired, they ordered delivery. They couldn’t always do that, otherwise they’d actually have no money left.

This day, they decided to have a video game tournament, first with Mario Kart, then Super Smash Bros. San, along with Yunho, Jongho, and Yeosang, were playing the first round— much to the dismay of the boys cooking in the kitchen.

“Ah! Not fair! I want to play too!” Wooyoung sulked loudly from the kitchen.

Hongjoong snapped his fingers at Wooyoung and pointed to a board with all of their names on it (except for his and Mingi’s) in a bracket. He tapped the second bracket and said, “You’re in heat two, Woo.”

“I wanted to play first…”

Seonghwa hit him over the head with a towel, Wooyoung turning around to yell at him, only to see that his meat was very close to burning. “Ah! My meat!”

“Please, for the love of God, stop saying “my meat.” It’s sounds way wrong,” Gyuri complained.

“It’s my meat, what are you going to do about it?”

“Hwa, if you don’t beat his ass, I will,” Gyuri cracked her knuckles.

Seonghwa hit Wooyoung over the head with the towel again and said, “Just finish making the food, please. The faster we finish, the faster you get to play.”

San, meanwhile, was in heat one. He decided to partner with Yunho and sabotage Yeosang and Jongho on their last race. They were actually succeeding until San felt something touch his shoulder. He looked to see that Iseul was leaning in between him and Yunho, her hair resting on his own shoulder. San got so flustered that he drove off the map entirely.

“San! What the fuck?” Yunho elbowed San in the ribs as he continued to grip the controller.

“Sorry, I got distracted!”

“By what?!”

“Uh… Wooyoung saying “my meat”?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you— oh my God, wait, Yeosang has a blue shell!”

“Fuck!” Yunho directed all of his attention to the screen.

He was racing in first, and after San fell off the map, he fell from second to third, Yeosang in fourth. With an evil grin on his face, Yeosang deployed the blue shell, and with his sheer luck, the blue shell hit San on its way to Yunho. Jongho and Yeosang ended up in first and second respectively in the last race as well as the grand prix all together, Yunho ending in fourth. He put San in a chokehold and yelled, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You formed an alliance with me, but it was a fake alliance? How could you betray me like this?”

“Top ten anime betrayals!” Gyuri called from afar.

“Damn right!” Yunho agreed before releasing San from his torturous grip, the choking boy coughing dramatically.

Just then, Mingi burst into the apartment, bags of beer strung along his long arms and two cases of soju in his hands. Everyone started cheering upon seeing him, Mingi bowing several times before he proudly presented his shopping.

“Soju!” Wooyoung tried to run away from his cooking, but Seonghwa had a tight grip on his collar.

“Please, Woo, we’re almost done.”

Gyuri got up from her seat, Mingi immediately throwing himself on the empty seat, his arms dangling. She approached Wooyoung and whispered something in his ear, Wooyoung happily handing her his apron and running over to the mounds and mounds of alcohol Mingi supplied.

“So you do have money…” Hongjoong quipped. “Interesting.”

Mingi seemed too exhausted to retort, so he settled for giving him the stink eye and flipping him off.

San turned to Wooyoung and asked, “What did Gyu tell you?”

“Oh, she said she’d help Seonghwa with the last part,” Wooyoung smiled widely. “She said I could go drink… I love her.”

San rolled his eyes at him. “She’s a bad influence. You should stop drinking.”

“Hush, the heart wants what the heart wants,” Wooyoung pressed a finger against San’s lips.

San attempted to bite Wooyoung’s finger, causing the boy to run off. San lingered near Mingi and the alcohol as he observed Gyuri with Seonghwa. He was leaning over her shoulder and showing her how to do whatever it is that he wanted her to do, and every time he made slight contact with her, she tensed up. San could see that her ears were getting redder by the second, and it took everything in him to not laugh out loud at how coy she was acting with him. This was definitely not the Gyuri everyone knew and loved— heck, this just wasn’t Gyuri. San hypothesized that an alien took over her body at some point during the night, which was why she was acting all sorts of weird. At least Seonghwa was oblivious, and at least no one else seemed to be paying attention to them.

“What are you looking at?” a voice piped up from behind him.

San jumped and turned to see Iseul standing right behind him. He got so startled that his elbow hit a table, his arm immediately tingling painfully. He held his elbow tightly, Iseul’s hands covering her mouth.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked as she touched his elbow.

Another wave of tingles went down his arm, but it was more like electricity than pain this time. San pursed his lips, desperately trying not to blush as Iseul rubbed his arm lightly. Iseul opened her mouth to say something, only for Seonghwa to announce, “Food’s ready!”

Everyone gathered around the kitchen island (because Jongho and Mingi didn’t have enough chairs around the dining table) and ate, conversations flying here and there. They all ate peacefully and happily until all the food disappeared from sight. Game night resumed, and San was surprised to see that Gyuri was not in the second heat, or on the board at all. In front of the TV on the ground sat Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Iseul, and Mingi, the rest of the group sitting in the surrounding sofas. San stood next to Gyuri as they observed the screaming children on the ground.

“You didn’t want to play?” San asked.

“I don’t want to play when…” Gyuri trailed off.

“Lemme guess, when Hwa is around?”

“Bingo.”

“That’s fair. I’d be careful if I were you, though.”

“Why?” Gyuri furrowed her eyebrows.

“It’s so obvious that you treat Hwa differently than the rest of us. If the wrong person sees, then everyone will know you like him,” San explained.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gyuri crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to know?”

“…Shut up.”

San and Gyuri ended up sitting at the dining table, watching the game go down from afar. Seonghwa and Iseul ended up winning the second heat, which meant they were going to be going against Jongho and Yeosang for the last heat. Sulking, Wooyoung joined San and Gyuri at the table, Mingi and Hongjoong following closely behind. San looked at the crew on the ground to see that Yunho was cheering everyone (mainly Iseul) on as the third grand prix was about to begin. He could feel a small frown start to form on his face as Iseul giggled at every little thing Yunho did.

“Wooyoung ith thad,” Wooyoung interrupted San’s thoughts, his cutesy lisp and delivery of his words in the third person earning groans from Hongjoong and Gyuri.

“Woo, what will it take for you to stop with the baby voice for the rest of the night,” Gyuri asked.

“Hmm, Wooyoung wanth ithe cream!”

“Come, let’s get you some ice cream,” Gyuri took Wooyoung’s hand as if he were a child and stood up. To the crew on the ground she called out, “We’re getting ice cream!”

“Cool, I want—”

“No! Only cool kids get ice cream,” Mingi interrupted Seonghwa, who was about to put his order in.

Mingi put his arm around Gyuri, and the three of them walked out the door. 

“Hey, wait, I’m a cool kid!” Seonghwa argued.

“You’re a cool mom, that’s different,” Hongjoong shook his head.

Hongjoong grabbed San’s arm and followed the three who left earlier out the door.

♤

“Thank you, Gyu,” Wooyoung grinned happily as Gyuri handed him his ice cream.

The five of them sat outside of the convenience store, eating ice cream that Gyuri generously bought for them. San inhaled his chocolate ice cream as he thought about how close Yunho and Iseul were, and he angrily chewed his spoon as he regretted not taking biology so he could be partnered with Iseul instead of Yunho.

“Ayo, San, chill,” Mingi pulled the now-destroyed spoon out of San’s mouth.

“You good, San?” Hongjoong asked.

San, still unaware that the spoon was no longer in his mouth, nodded and said, “Yeah, why?”

Mingi held up the spoon. San stared at it for a good several seconds and tried to come up with a lie before scratching aimlessly at his face. “Ah, I guess I’m just mad that I didn’t make it to the third heat,” he lied.

San could feel Gyuri’s eyes on him as Wooyoung gave him a big hug. “It’s okay! We can go back and beat them at Super Smash Bros next!”

San hugged Wooyoung back before responding, “Nah, I’m good for tonight. I think I’m just going to go home and sleep. Maybe watch some anime before I do.”

He didn’t put any special emphasis on the word, but he kind of hoped Gyuri would catch his drift— he really wanted and needed her company.

“Wow, you’re such a sore loser,” Mingi laughed at San.

“I wouldn’t be talking if I were you, Mr. Got-So-Angry-That-The-Coffee-Table-Shattered,” Gyuri called Mingi out.

“For the last time, I wasn’t angry, that coffee table was already scratched up! It just happened to break at that moment.”

“Yeah, the moment you put your fist through it,” Hongjoong snorted in derision.

Mingi fumed and sulked as he returned to his ice cream. San hugged Wooyoung and wished everyone a good night before walking back towards 1024UB, his hands jammed in his front pockets. He heard footsteps approaching from behind and saw that Gyuri had caught up to him. “You caught on.”

“Of course.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I said I’d walk with you because I wanted to go home before Wooyoung could beg me to stay and play video games with them,” Gyuri laughed. 

San couldn’t help but laugh too.

As they stood in the elevator, San started to fidget a little. He knew that this arrangement of theirs was originally his idea, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous. It was much easier to just do it with someone random that he met online or in person even though he thought it would actually be easier to get with a friend. He and Gyuri weren’t necessarily that close, so it was fine, but hooking up with the same person instead of a one-night-stand? He had never really done that before, and he never expected he’d do it for longer than one month.

When they arrived at his apartment and as he typed in the code, he noticed that Gyuri, even though no one was around, still kept a little distance between them. Maybe she was as nervous as he was. That reassured San more than it should have, because the second they entered the apartment and the door shut behind them, San grabbed Gyuri by the waist and kissed her, his other hand supporting the back of her neck. His hand went under her shirt, his fingertips trailing up to her bra hooks, but not touching her bra just yet.

Gyuri offered a little bit of resistance and was able to push him away slightly as she asked breathlessly, “You have protection, right?”

“Yes, of course,” San confirmed.

Gyuri nodded, and the two resumed kissing. There were two things San could say with certainty as he kissed her: one, she was an amazing kisser, and two, he felt nothing. Well, technically he was getting turned on, but his heart wasn’t racing the same way it did when Iseul was around looking at him, touching him.

They got to his bedroom, and Gyuri sat on the bed and undressed herself as San closed the door and made sure the door was locked. He didn’t realize he had sighed until Gyuri pointed it out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You’re sighing.”

“Oh… I don’t know…” San sat on the bed next to her and exhaled again. “I think I’m just overthinking her.”

“I guess all I can say is just don’t think about it too much, or you’ll end up upsetting yourself further.”

San nodded and locked eyes with Gyuri. He reached out for her face and pulled her into him, their lips meeting again briefly. He then got undressed and hovered above Gyuri. He hesitated again before he leaned down and kissed her on her lips, then her neck, then her collarbone. He pushed himself up again and looked into Gyuri’s eyes.

“Just tell me what to do,” she whispered.

Iseul’s face flashed in his mind. He resumed his trail of kisses and let his body take control of his mind, letting this agreement of theirs do the work as he let all the worries and anxieties he had let build up throughout the night go.

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[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Last Boss, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: making out

My Name

Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ

Your original plan used to be to focus on your survival. You had thought that it would be a good strategy to join The Beach and work together with the other members there. That was until you met him.

Last Boss, that’s what everyone calls him. He is for sure a person you would call a freak back in the old world, but maybe this did wake your interest in him. He has shaved his head bald and his body is full with tattoos that seem to have no meaning at all. Since he is part of the militants, he’s allowed to carry a weapon with him but instead of a gun like all the others usually use, he always has a katana with him.

You feel weirdly drawn to him and even though you have tried to hide it, your interest in him got noticed soon.

��She’s around you again“, Niragi whispered to Last Boss who leaned on his katana. „I bet the next card that she’s into you.“

Last Boss shot an annoyed glance at him, before he looked into your direction. Your eyes met and he quickly looked away again.

„What did I say?“, Niragi cooed, eyeing the way you blushed. „Talk to her before someone else does it.“

„Why should I?“ Last Boss asked annoyed. Usually he and Niragi went along pretty good, under different circumstances he maybe would have even saw him as a friend, but now was one of the times where Niragi was going on his last nerves.

„You can’t tell me that you don’t think she‘s hot.“ Last Boss just shrugged. „It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.“ Niragi threw his arms in the air and sighed dramatically. „That‘s the point! Just fuck her or whatever you wanna do. You could die any second, literally. Just have some fun as long as you can dude.“

Truth be told, Last Boss actually had you in his sight for quite some time. Something about you caught his eye but he couldn’t really say what exactly.

Again Niragi sighed theatrical and then suddenly walked away. „What are you doing?“ Last Boss asked, even though he exactly know what Niragis plan was. And he definitely wasn’t up to any good. „You basically fuck her with your eyes, if you don’t talk to her, I will. Maybe you get a bit more chill when you finally get some.“

With that Niragi turned around and walked up to you. „Hey! You!“ You looked up, more afraid of his gun than himself. „My friend over there thinks you’re hot but he is a pussy so he won’t ever shoot his shot. You’re coming with me.“

You wanted to reply something but Niragi was already aiming at you, so you swallowed your comment and followed him. As you two approached Last Boss you became a bit slower. You were nervous because it was the first time you would actually be around him. But it seemed that Niragi didn’t like the fact that you walked slower, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist harshly and pushed you into Last Boss‘ direction.

The way Niragi touched you made him see red. He could do that with anyone else but the moment Last Boss saw you he knew that he would chop off every hand that was layed on you. So he pushed Niragi off of you and as he was sure there would be a safe distance between you and his katana he swung his weapon, stopping his motions right un front of Niragis face, blade being incredibly close to his nose.

„Finally“, Niragi laughed not being worried about getting his face cut open. Then he turned around and left.

Needless to say your first real interaction with each other was kind of chaotic, but Niragis plan worked. You two became inseparable over the time and Last Boss was soon more around you than he was around Niragi or the other militants.

And the more time you two spent, the harder he fell for you. It was so obvious too. He threatened anyone who would just look at you, he talked a lot with you and he even let’s you touch him when you two were in private.

Like that one rainy day. You two have just come from a game and decided to just stay inside for the rest of the day.

„I can hang up your hoodie so it can dry“, you suggested and with a simple nod Last Boss agreed to your offer, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. Together with your sweater you threw the clothes over the shower wall. As you turned around, walking out of the small bathroom, Last Boss already sat down on his bed, katana leaned against the wall.

You sat beside him, smiling as he looked down to you. „You okay?“, he asks, searching for injuries on your torso. „I’m fine“, you reassured him but his eyes continued to scan your breasts and belly. „Do you like what you’re seeing?“, you mocked him with a giggle. Within seconds his face is burning red and he looks away. „I’m sorry“, he mumbles. „I just wanted to make sure-“ He cut himself of as he felt your hand on his cheek, guiding his face back to look at you. „It’s okay“, you cooed. „I think you’re hot too.“

A shocked expression appeared on the mans face and at first he thought he misunderstood. But when your thumb rubbed softly over the tattoos on his cheek, he realized he understood you perfectly fine. „I really like you“, you whispered again. „And I would really like to kiss you right now. May I?“

Your honesty surprised both of you, but damn you just couldn’t hold it to yourself any longer. The way he just looked at you gave you the last little push.

At first he continued to just look at you, speechless, but then he took the lead and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Then another. And another. And another.

Soon you moved on his lap and took his face in your hands, almost as if you were afraid he could just disappear at any moment. But after ten minutes he was still there, right in front of you, with his hands on your hips and his lips on yours.

Suddenly he mumbled something in the kiss, but you didn’t understand him, to focused on his lips. So you broke the kiss for a second and asked him to repeat himself.

„Takatora Samura“, he whispered again. „My name.“ You breathing stopped. No one knew his name. That was something he kept to himself and himself only. „Takatora Samura“, you repeat quietly. His name tasted just as sweet as his kisses on your lips, which you caught right after you spoke again.

The idea was much better in my head but I hope you liked it anyways <3

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[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Let’s Just Call It Joyriding (Chapter 1/4)

Panda’s Notes: Panda is definitely in the market for a better title if anyone can think of one. >w< I'm pretty excited for this story; it'll be my first multi-chapter story for this fandom. Wish me luck. >w<

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

It started with a glitter bomb. As all good mornings do.

There had been a cacophony of shouts before the large door to Jessica’s little “office” finally opened, and Gwen and Pavitr sprinted in opposite directions before firing their web shooters up to the nearest section of high ceiling.

“Go, go, go!” Miles was shoved forward by Hobie before the taller boy spun around and slammed a deafening chord on his guitar to disrupt the webs Jessica had fired after him. Shit, his hands ached; the mechanism on the bomb he made had misfired, causing it to pop off prematurely. He was kind of glad the others had talked him out of using any real explosive bits, but the spring-loaded case still hurt like a bastard when it went off in his hands.

The rainbow glitter covering his suit’s gloves was the last thing on his mind…But it did look pretty sick in Jessica’s hair.

Jessica, obviously, didn’t agree even a little. “You little shits have gotten on my last goddamn nerve today!” She snarled, and her fists clenched as she stalked toward him.

“Oi, watch the language there!” Hobie taunted, stealing glances over both shoulders to make sure Miles was gone. He stepped back as she advanced, starting to strafe to the side as he adjusted his hold on his guitar. “You been a Spider long enough; you know you’ve looked worse.”

A pair of webs lashed around the neck of his guitar, and Hobie had barely gotten his hand in place to unclip the buckle before she snatched it away and let it crash against the floor. Okay, yeah, this was getting a little personal.

“Hey, come on! Go easy on my lady; she has nothin’ to do with this!” His steps were getting a little nervous, but he reached into his vest pocket, his hand returning with a butterfly knife that he spun around as he put his hands up. “You wanna scrap, you come for me, yeah?”

His Spider-sense was kind enough to let him know his head had hit the wall behind him when a shot of web fluid struck his chest, a newly-formed sticky net pinning his arms awkwardly against his chest and the side of his face flat against the wall. Man, web fluid was a bitch to get out of his hair, too…

“Aye, best two out of three for it, man?” He tried to joke, definitely not getting nervous as she approached and fired another shot to stick his knees in place. He growled as she grabbed his wrist none too gently and forced him to drop the knife, and he tried to get his breathing to stop sounding like he was terrified.

“Where are they?” Jessica asked shortly as she kicked the knife, bringing her hands to rest on her hips. “Ya’ll lovebugs never stay apart for long.”

Hobie rolled his eyes, managing not to show the pout that came to mind. “I don’t know what you mean, and frankly, I’m a little offended that you think I can’t be independ—Don’t you fucking dare!”

She hadn’t bothered waiting for him to finish before prodding her fingers between the webs and scratching at his stomach. She wasn’t being patient here either, her nails zeroing in around his bellybutton through the thinnest part of his suit.

And, dammit, he couldn’t move! The ability to kick around a little at least gave some kind of outlet for the energy, but no. Hobie was stuck here between a literal wall and those little claws trying to rip giggles out through his guts or something.

“Talk, string-bean.” She demanded, and Hobie would have shaken his head if he could manage.

“W-Why do you even think I’d know…?” He strained out through clenched teeth, his eyes going a bit wide as her free hand started to move purposefully toward his chin. “N-No…!”

She quirked an eyebrow as she huffed, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. She dragged one of her nails along his cheekbone, fingers fluttering as she got to his ear before trailing down the side of his neck. Hobie huffed and tried to stop the smile taking over his face, but then: he cracked. Half a snicker slipped out when her tracing moved up under his chin.

And she was lightning quick to pounce on it. The hand on his stomach moved suddenly to squeeze his hip, and Hobie writhed as a cackle jumped out of his mouth. Jess hummed in a completely unsurprised way, moving the pad of her thumb to screw into his hipbone and knead up his side.

“You have the cutest smile when you aren’t being a smug brat, don’t you?” She taunted, gripping his chin as he laughed. Hobie couldn’t tell if she meant it or if she was just trying to get under his skin.

“Fuck off!” He barked out, loud giggles breaking up his laughter when those nails returned to crawling across his neck and cheek. “Leave me alone!”

She shook her head, eying Hobie with a growing smirk. She moved her other hand up again, digging her fingers into his ribcage and watching him try to struggle. “I’ll leave when you tell me where to go, hon. All up to you.”

“I-I don’t know what you wa—!” Both of her hands were suddenly scribbling across his neck, and Hobie would like everyone to know that he did not squeal. The cackling fit he was thrown into was absolutely undeniable though.

“I hope you know you aren’t as slick as you think.” She explained, apparently not caring if he could actually hear her or not. “Everyone knows you’re a little Ticklebug by now.”

She was bluffing; she had to be. She knew how Hobie would normally respond to a comment like that, and it took all his willpower not to let his autopilot screw him over. He tried to shake his head defiantly, struggling against the webbing to little effect.

“Or, I mean…They could know.” Jessica drew her hands back, crossing her arms as she watched him come down from his laughter. “Today; right now.”

Hobie froze, levelling a glare at her as he caught his breath. She smirked at him.

“Hobart Brown, you, of all your little crew, know I’ll do it.” She touched the screen on her watch. “LYLA, back me up here.”

“I got those files queued and ready, Jess~!” The little hologram appeared over her wrist, and she offered a similarly smug-looking smile as Hobie’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, fuck you both!” He snarled. “You don’t have shit on me!”

“You want to take that chance, kid?” Jessica tapped her fingers on her arm.

“These are awfully cute little clips of you, too, Spider-Punk.” LYLA spoke up, a little phone forming in her hand that she giggled at.

Hobie’s hands clenched tightly, the rage rushing through him until he let out a sigh through his nose. “Tink, you are a lying bitch, and everyone knows it.” He growled irritably, a hint of a smile quirking his lip as she looked offended. “I… I told them to meet me in the café. They’re probably takin’ the scenic route, but that’s where they should end up.”

“LYLA?” Jessica glanced at the pouting AI perched on her wrist.

“Gwen and Pavitr’s watches are moving in that direction, yeah.” She huffed. “Funny, though, I can’t find Hobie or Miles’ watches in the building.”

“Give ya three guesses why, eh?” Hobie smirked a bit through the cringe as Jessica shoved his face.

“Figures. Makes me feel better about leaving you here though.” LYLA vanished as Jessica turned to walk away.

“Lea—Oi, hey?!” Hobie cried out, trying to struggle again. “Get me out; you cannot be serious!”

“Consider it a timeout, since y’all want to act like little kids today!” She waved back at him before heading toward the hallway. “And if you don’t want to be tracked, it’ll be better if you just stay in one place.”

And then she disappeared, happily letting Hobie’s angry shouting fade behind her.

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After a minute or so, it didn’t seem like she was coming back. Hobie worried his lip piercing with his tongue. Had he stopped shouting too soon? Had he waited too long? Had she even left? He didn’t sense her nearby, but his Spider sense tended to pick up more on emotional intent than physical action.

He sighed. Quiet was probably good.

“Psst. Hobie?” He glanced up at the sound of his name, spotting Miles perched up in the corner of the ceiling. Miles grinned when Hobie found him, snickering a bit. “You good, Ticklebug?”

Hobie glared, and Miles inched closer to him along the ceiling and down the wall. “What are you doing?!” He snarled, trying to keep his voice down.

“Uh, surviving, apparently. She had you sounding like you were going to die.”

“Mmph… The shit I go through for you lot…” Hobie huffed quietly, nuzzling into the hand that Miles cradled under his cheek and smiling a bit as his thumb brushed away a streaked bit of his eyeliner.

“Hey, don’t try to pretend like this wasn’t your idea.”

“Oi, shut up. Did you get it?”

Miles beamed, pulling his hand back and taking his phone out of his jacket pocket. “Yeah, I got it alright.” He declared, showing him the saved thumbnail of a video in his camera roll. “LYLA has a point; you are super cu—”

He flinched as he looked back at Hobie, who was glaring a hole straight through his head, and he giggled nervously. “Oh! You meant this.” He reached into his other pocket, pulling out a strange-looking key with a card attached to its ring.

Hobie didn’t stop glaring at him.

“I’m just playing; don’t look so mad!”

“Cut me loose. Right. Now.”

Miles only slightly hesitated as he picked up the knife, moving to cut away the webbing around Hobie’s hands so he could start helping himself. As Miles sliced through the webs on his legs, Hobie leaned to reach into Miles’ backpack, pulling out the walkie talkie he’d stashed there and turning it on.

“Check in.” He said after clicking the button.

“Finally!” Gwen’s voice crackled back, her laugh cutting off.

“You okay, Hobie?” Pavitr asked, with Gwen’s laughter in the background.

“’M fine, Pav. Look, your head start’s up, and Jess is Brahms and Liszt.” He took a few steps to break the webs on his legs, and he snatched up his guitar before ripping the remaining strands off of his face. “Split up; ditch the watches.”

“She’s Brahms and Liszt, huh?” Gwen asked playfully, with Pavitr giggling nearby.

“Both of them, at once?” Miles asked into his microphone, apparently forgetting he was close enough to be smacked over the head.

“Nah, y’know what? I hope she gets the jump on both of ya.” Hobie growled, shoving Miles lightly as they crept into the hall. “Phase one’s in the bag; you better buy us some time.”

“Just don’t drag your feet out there.” Gwen called out, her voice bouncing slightly as she started to run. “Margo’s gonna be pissed if you’re late.”

“Love you guys!” Pavitr said into his own microphone this time.

Miles smiled brightly, and Hobie chuckled as he put his radio away.

The pair stuck close to the walls as they moved through the maze of hallways in HQ, mostly taking care to listen for Jessica just in case. Finally, somehow without incident, they found themselves down in one of the vehicle bays. The garage was nearly pitch black, aside from the small lamps that shone down over parking spaces.

“Why exactly do we even have multiple garages?” Miles asked softly, and he and Hobie scanned the room for any extra Spiders. “How many Spider-people even use cars?”

“‘S a monument to hubris, ain’t it.” Hobie responded, almost automatically, as he scanned a board near the entrance. “Making space for excess, even if ya never use it.”

Miles tried to keep his rolling eyes out of sight. “Sure, Hobie.”

“There.” The taller boy said firmly, tapping the board. “M-32, come on.”

They ran as quietly as possible, down the line of spaces until they found it: Jessica’s motorcycle. Hobie’s face had lit up, the grin on his face seeming just a little bit devious as he held his palm out to Miles expectantly. He handed over the key without hesitation, and Hobie chuckled as he moved to scan the card over a panel before walking the bike out onto the “path”.

“Are you, um…Are you still sure about this?” Miles asked warily, smiling nervously as Hobie examined the bike excitedly.

“Little late for cold feet, love.” He put the key into the ignition as he climbed onto the seat, letting out a laugh as the engine started. “Hah! Listen to that purr… C’mon, Sunflower, you know we’re gonna bring it back.”

“Little more worried about what Jessica’s going to do to us when she realizes what happened, honestly.”

“Which is why we need to not be here when she does. Saddle up, c’mon!”

Miles stepped closer as Hobie was starting to roll forward, grabbing his shoulder and jumping onto the bike while he drove into the open area just in front of the hanger door leading outside. Hobie smirked back at him for a second, dragging his leg to guide the bike into a few quick circles.

“Hobie!” Miles laughed nervously, gripping Hobie’s vest tightly and leaning into his shoulder.

“Set me up, man, let’s go!”

Miles lifted his jacket sleeve as best he could while trying to stay on the spinning bike, typing a destination into the homebrew watch he’d been given. A large portal, shifting all kinds of garish colors, started to form on the inside of the door, definitely wide enough to accommodate them and the bike.

Hobie laughed, menace that he was, and steadied the bike to rev it loudly.

Miles took the opportunity to grab the mic for his radio. “We’re going dark! Keep her busy!” He called, only to yelp and wrap his arms around Hobie’s waist again as the bike sped into the portal.

The vehicle bay was quickly returned to a calm silence.

Until the headlights of a certain unmanned car suddenly flicked on…

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[twilightknight17]

On this round of P3R, we’re heading to the red-light district!

But first, I just want to say, Fuuka’s link requires MAX COURAGE to start? Omg. Now I’m assuming Mitsuru needs max academics. Good god. NG+ is absolutely gonna be needed for this.

So it’s now the third (technically fourth) full moon! And now that I’m thinking about the Magician and that whole mess, I think it’s a little funny that no one in SEES, in any of our downtime, has ever questioned, “Hey, what the fuck was that thing that ripped itself out of Orpheus and bodied the Magician in one shot? It might help with some of these slogging battles.” But no. It’s fine. We don’t need to know what that vastly powerful persona was. Whatever. Let’s rock.

Shirakawa Boulevard, despite Ikutsuki’s attempts to talk around it, is where the love hotels are!

I’m pressing X to doubt, sir!

So we’re off to the Champs de Fleurs hotel, and actually other than the weird curtained waiting area and sexy price list next to the front desk, it does look pretty normal? Like, it’s a hotel. It’s got hotel hallways and elevators and stuff.

And then we get to the third floor and the equivalent to the presidential suite.

This is labeled as the Hierophant’s Chamber, and… Lovers is supposed to be here? Did the P3 movies just straight-up skip the Hierophant Shadow and I never noticed? XDDD The Hierophant is very round and kind of looks like a really big guy with a lady with a head made of coral behind him.

Hierophant wasn’t bad, actually, and we get to explore the room afterwards before heading back downstairs. The kids clown on a lot of the décor, but like, the silly round bed would be cool for the novelty, and who DOESN’T want a tub that big???

But when we try to leave, we all get knocked out, and Minato wakes up in a different room, where Yukari is taking a shower.

This sounds very like Orpheus, but it’s definitely not Orpheus, because Orpheus would know that Yukari is not our soulmate!

Yes I will continue being biased. XDDDDD

If you say anything other than the correct answer, you get a “wait, that doesn’t seem right” thought bubble, and the dialogue just loops back to the start. You cannot fuck up the mission and game over on a night of brainwashed debauchery. XD

Minato comes to his senses, gets up from the bed, and Yukari comes out wrapped in a towel. She abruptly realizes where she is, screams, and slaps Minato before running back in the bathroom. And… Yukari? I was literally just standing here. Holy shit. Is this the pre-Kyoto warmup scene? God.

NONE OF THIS WAS MY FAULT???

Fuuka gets through to us, and we go back up to the second floor to meet up with Junpei and Akihiko.

I can only assume Junpei and Akihiko were put in the same room.

No one accused you of anything. Although now I’m giggling wondering what would have happened if I’d brought Mitsuru along instead.

We roam the hotel to find the mirrors we need to break to get back into the suite, and this is weirdly hilarious, all things considered.

But eventually we find our way back into the boss arena, and the Lovers has the perfect design, honestly.

GOD is it a bitch to fight, though. This fight took AGES because EVERY time it cast a spell with a charm effect, people got brainwashed. God forbid anyone other than Minato ever dodge an attack. Jesus fuck. I used every single one of my patra gems and dis-charms. Plus it cast diarama halfway through and of course when a boss does that it heals THOUSANDS of HP back to full health. Just give it salvation if you’re gonna do that.

As a brief side note, I love that when Minato casts the Jack Bros’ fusion spell, he just casually walks “offstage” afterwards and leaves them to it.

But finally, we’re out of here.

...Yukari volunteered so that I couldn’t take her out of the party and ruin my scripted undeserved slap. X’D

Gee, Yukari, I wonder if it’s because no one ever has anything nice to say to him? He just gets treated like the comic relief.

Also, we’re being watched by these dudes.

So when you say “we” do you mean you three, or like… humanity as a whole?

Back to the dorm to sleep this bullshit off, and then we move on with our week!

...christ, dude, I just came to see how you were doing. Can I please have a dialogue option so we can talk about this??? No???? Okay… God, this is Mona all over again. My god damn Magicians are always having problems.

...well, that’s nice. I wasn’t expecting that.

People at school are gossiping about how the school was rebuilt after an explosion ten years ago, and I’m getting texts from my attendant, who I apparently haven’t added to my phone? But at least she texts nicely.

It’s pre-exam week, so all my social links are busy. Instead, my academics are lagging, so I’m studying with the members of SEES who aren’t cranky with me. That means Yukari and Fuuka, and Mitsuru and Akihiko. Akihiko recommends doing a quick workout after every few problems, because then, you’ll power through the next set in anticipation of getting to your next workout!

Everyone I live with is insane. I love them. :’D

Ikutsuki calls a meeting to discuss something important, but before he can get to it, Yukari wants to speak. She’s had Fuuka looking into some stuff from the incident that happened ten years ago, and now she wants answers, because she thinks Mitsuru has been hiding things from us.

Other than the explosion, students were sent to the hospital, even though they were formally noted as just “absent”. It’s the same thing that happened to the girls bullying Fuuka; they fell unconscious and were unresponsive. Turns out, yeah, it was the same sort of thing. And it was Mitsuru’s grandfather, Koetsu Kirijo’s fault.

In greater Persona lore, knowing that he broke off from the Nanjo Group, he probably had access to tech that made his bullshit significantly easier to pull off. At the very least, we know he had the blueprints for a prototype anti-shadow suppression weapon, and the method to create artificial persona-users. But of course, he pushed too far.

(Sorry that these subtitles are kind of blurry. Basically, they gathered up a shitload of shadows and then lost control of them, because of course they did.)

Tartarus and the Dark Hour exist because of all of this. The lab explosion happened because they lost control, and because the lab was around/under Gekkoukan, it ended with the school needing to be rebuilt as well.

Yukari is not pleased with this development. She feels like we’re just being used to clean up other people’s mess. But as Ikutsuki puts it, we’re the only ones who can fix things. Normal people can’t fight shadows.

He also says that no one knows why the Arcana Shadows suddenly reappeared after ten years, but… Well.

No one is okay after this.

Junpei is angry because he feels like nothing he does is good enough, and that all he’s really good at is fighting, which won’t be necessary anymore if the Dark Hour vanishes.

Akihiko goes to see Shinji, who he apparently grew up with in an orphanage with someone named Miki, to tell him that they know how to stop the shadows now. But Shinji still won’t come back to SEES.

Me and Minato aren’t okay because I’ve finally started this guy’s social link, and he’s a dick.

Yukari’s dad was the lead researcher on the shadow stuff that led to the explosion, so I assume that he’s the one who got blamed for everything. Ikutsuki mentioned that the media picked one dude and demonized him.

I think this date is wrong, though. If it was ten years ago, that’d be 1999. Right? :/ It’s also just funnier if the lab exploded like 3 weeks after the Sumaru crisis ended.

But I saved the cat! So everything is not a complete wreck.

Pharos comes back to see me and implies some sketchy shit about my parents.

My parents (and my sister, shush, I’m pretending it’s canon) did not explode, though. So this isn’t their fault.

We’re absolutely friends.

After affirming that at least one person will stick by me to the end, even if that one person is a strange child who keeps waking me up at midnight, I come home from school the next day to find everyone sitting around experiencing the most awkward silence ever conceived.

Akihiko, no!

Thankfully, we manage to talk through what’s bothering the group as a whole (Junpei is still mad at me, I think), and Ikutsuki shows up to suggest that after exams, we all go on vacation to Mitsuru’s family’s summer home on the island of Yakushima. Her dad is going to be there, apparently!

Mitsuru reluctantly agrees, Yukari apologizes to her for being too gung-ho and accusatory the other night, and I think we’re all chill again. Which is good.

…….it’s my last night before exams and my option for study-buddy is Ikutsuki???

Nah. I’m out.

#Li plays P3Re

[3xm-draconic]

Strigoi (a werebat Cyris & Astarion short story)

Iam starting to write for astarion now.

Strigoi.  

Summary: Astarion finds out Cyris is a werebat…and some interesting side effects to drinking his blood.

Part 1 blood so sweet.

Surprisingly everyone was kind of chill with Astarion being a vampire…he was not expecting this…nor what followed…

It happened while fighting goblins in the old church, while rescuing Halsin.

One moment astarion was pinned against a group of them with no way out and…then…he just…poofed

Turned into mist for a brief moment and slipped behind one of them.

He…never could do that before…NO SPAWN SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THAT WHAT THE HELLS?!

Then there was the thing with the wolf…Astarion somehow managed to summon a wolf out of thin air in the middle of combat. It was friendly towards him…but it did try to bite Wyll. He kept it and named it Leggy, he’s playmates with Cyris’s adopted stray, Scratch.

But just what the fuck was going on?

Was it the tadpole? Did it somehow unlock vampire powers? 

In camp Astarion sauntered over to Cyris, he was getting peckish and waned just a little taste before bed, “Darling~” he murmured seductively “Iam famished, mind if I?”, Cyris stopped playing his violin and looked up at him with his big doe-brown eyes.

“Sure thing SugarFangs” he grinned and bared his neck, Astarion had to admit he did find the nickname cute…and…he was finding it hard to…to manipulate him…like this.

Astarion knew he wasn’t safe out here, Cazador would be looking for him, he needed…security. He at first tried to seduce Karlach but she was more interested in Wyll, He then tried Gale but…he and Shadowheart had already started seeing each other.

The gith would probably rip this throat out, Allegra would literally eat him alive and Roger was not interested in men.

Cyris was his only option left…and he also was the one who let him drink from him, he…he was different.

He is very different from the others, not just in his odd personality, the way he just blankly cares little of the world, of others…but in just how he treats him.

When they started…“dating”...Cyris would ask him whenever he was hungry, he would “check up on him”, and when he wasn't feeding off of him he even started bottling little vials of animal blood so he could drink on the go. Astarion first thought it was…annoying… having someone worry about you all the time…but…because Cyris…Cyris…

Well…

Astarion chalked it up to just being well fed all the time, Who could blame him? After 200 years of near starvation, of feeling the hunger ravaging his body EVERY. WAKING. MOMENT…now being…sated…of finally having warmth and life return to him?

That’s what it felt like…

It wasn't just sustenance he obtained from feeding on Cyris…it was life energy…warmth.

His body was warm again.

“Hey Starry Darlin” Cyris hummed, Astarion chuckled at they way Cyris said Darling, “this may be a…Morbid question but…what do I taste like?”, Astarion thought for a moment.

“You taste…” Astarion pondered, Cyris tasted like many things, sweet but not too sweet just enough to Astarion’s likeing, warm…and full…hearty…even spicy but not burning spicey more like…flavorful.

“Hmm…good question…I’d have to say you are like a shot of honeyed bourbon dropped in a mug of warm spiced cider served with a side of strawberry pie…certainly a mix of tastes” he laughed. Cyris chuckled “I sound delicious”, “oh you are darling~” Astarion hummed as he scooted over to Cyris and got on top of him, he looked at all of his tattoos. 

The shimmering chains that glistened like silver, the 8 little bats on his left wrist with names and dates on them, a sleeve tattoo on his right arm of bats, lavender and strawberries and on his chest, where his heart was, was a strange tattoo. It was a bountiful cornucopia within a shield with black bat wings that held crescent moons and 4 pointed stars within them, Astarion wondered what all the tattoos ment.

Astarion kissed him…and…it…it felt…different, Astarion didn’t know if it was Cyris’s blood in his belly or…or something else making him feel this..feeling inside.

“Roger it is to be a FULL MOON tonight, perhaps we should GET OUT a blanket and watch it rise? Maybe even STAY AWAY from the campfire to see the stars better?” Allegra called out.

Roger, who turned out to be a seahag-hexblood, looked at her weirdly…then at Cyris and freaked out “OH YEAH RIGHT, eh-hem, Um hey Cyris, big favor pal, could you go into the woods and get more…uh..uh…”, “we are in need of more mushrooms” Allegra butted in, “YHEA MUSHROOMS” Roger nodded.

Cyris looked at them like they were on drugs…but then his face…his face had a look of…realization?

“oh…OH…ye-yeah I’ll get more, more mushrooms”, he gently pulled away from Astarion, “sorry Starlight, I…I gotta go, I probably won't be back for a while, don’t worry about me though” he grinned and sauntered into the forest.

Astarion knew something was wrong “what are you up to?”   

Part 2: Beast.

Cyris walked a good distance away from camp, deep enough into the woods to where if Halsin or Astarion whent out hunting they would not find him.

…hungry… 

The changes started slow, they did not overwhelm him anymore like they had at the den, he was more in control again.

…turn…let my armor fall again…

He entered a clearing, a grove of hemlock and wild sweetpeas, he fell to his knees and stripped off his clothes, not wanting to rip them.

…change…become the beast….   

He looked up into the shining light of the moon, its silvery rays casting down on him, their cool light soothing his skin as his mortal coil burned away and his sanguinethropic side took form. 

…finally…hunt…

He sniffed the air, the scent of sweetpeas…and…

Cyris sniffed again, there was another scent, a familiar one.

…moss…cologne…sweet wine?…

A twig snapped.

Cyris whipped his head around in the direction of the sound, he at first could not see anything, nothing but the blacks and blues of his heat-sensing vision…but then he saw it…or rather…him.

He was low, hiding in a group of blackberry bushes, his form almost matched the blacks and blues around him…being cold and undead…however the little spot in his belly where still warm blood pooled and…digested?...Cyris could see that, bright and pink.

…starlight?…

Cyris could hear him frantically panicking to himself.

“OH FUCK, OH SHIT, OH GODS!” he hushly whimpered under his breath.

…I won't hurt you…

Cyris crawled over, his massive form crashing through the brush, he came over to the bushes and picked up his little vampiric loverboy.

“STOP, PLEASE, DON’T EAT ME CYRIS” he wailed in fear and struggled in his grasp.

Cyris cocked his head in confusion. 

…eat?...no…silly little star…

Cyris embraced him in a hug, Astarion was…gently…enveloped by his wings and snuggled into his thick dark fur.

…cuddle…

Astarion stopped wailing, he seemed to be caressing the soft fur around him, “oh gods you are so soft!” he said, now sounding more calm “you are like a giant warm velvetine teddy bear~” he hummed.

He breathed in a sigh of relief “...oh?!...and you smell like lavender and strawberries?!” he gasped.

Astarion looked up into Cyris’s eyes, he could plainly see that they held no ill intent, no desire to rip and tear, they glowed with sweet loving tenderness, he laughed “your a werebat…well now a lot of things about you make sense”.

Cyris chittered happily and nuzzled him.

“Ha…here I was thinking you were going to eat me, look at you, you're nothing but a great big plush toy, a ball of fluff and love are you darling~?”

 Cyris chirped and nuzzled him again, “although…you still are a werecreature…and thus you need to feed, don’t you?” he said as he looked into Cyris’s eyes.

“I guess I should leave you to that” he said as he started to walk away.

…no…wait…

Cyris stopped Astarion.

…hunt…with me…together…my sweet little star… 

“Cyris, what are you doing?” Astarion pondered as he watched his werebat lover crouch down in front of him, he motioned with his head for him to…hop on his back? “You…you want me to ride you?” Astarion gawked “oh…well it wouldn't be the first bad idea I’ve had tonight…” he mumbled “but then again when’s the last time I’ve gotten to go flying?” he smirked.

They flew through the forest silent as whispers, Cyris was careful with Astarion on his back, the vampire was…a little frightened at first…but as Cyris gently glide and road  the wind through the trees Astarion’s eyes widened in excitement at it all, “Cyris go, go higher!” he giddily beamed.

They cleared the canopy and flew above the trees “holy…shit…” he marveled at the sight before him, the entirety of the forest below them the mountains in the distance, the river beyond “lucky bastard, you get to do this every night” he playfully mumbled to Cyris.

Soon however Cyris found what he was looking for, a herd of deer.

He carefully landed and let Astarion off, he then crept through the foliage being very stealthy despite his size and snatched up a young buck.

He brought his catch back to Astarion and presented it to him, “oh?...you, you want me to feed? You want me to dine with you tonight darling~?” Astarion cood, Cyris nodded and held down the panicking deer.

“Such a gentleman” Astarion chuckled as he then sank his fangs into the deer, he drank just a little, he still had quite a bit of Cyris’s blood still left in his stomach.

“There darling, Iam done, you can go ahead now and feed my sweet~” he grinned. He watched Cyris wrench the head off the poor delirious deer and engulf its neck-stump in his maw, he then lifted it into the air so gravity could help him extract every last drop of blood.

“Fuck…” Astarion gawked “that…damn you are brutal Cyris…I love it~”.

Part 3: the strigoi. 

“Hmmm… AH HA…I got it!” Gale grinned as he closed the book he was reading “and it makes perfect sense”, “...um…what does?” Wyll pondered as he washed dishes, “I had previously hypothesized that Astarion was a vampire and I was proven correct, then I was again proven correct with Roger being a hexblood” Gale proudly smirked “I have another hypothesis, one that makes sense as to why our vampiric friend has new powers and why Cyris is so…it in lack of better terms…savage”.

“Ok…go on” Wyll curiously awaited the wizard, “Cyris is a lycanthrope which makes Astarion now a Strigoi”, “...ok..hang on, how is Cyris a lycanthrope and what the hells is a Strig-roy?” Wyll pondered, “Strig-goy not roy, and I’ll explain.” Gale opened his book to show Wyll.

“Cyris shows all the characteristics of a lycanthrope, not just physical with his immense body size, hair growth, sharp teeth and claw-like nails but also in his personality and body language. He is aloof, apathetic, knows a great deal about hunting, the wilderness and…” Gale paused “he’s just left camp on a full moon night”.

Wyll nodded “ok…that makes a lot of sense…but the hells is a strigoi?”, “Ah, yes a Strigoi is a vampire who feeds off therianthrope blood, normally vampires would not do this as vampire lords and masters are powerful and have no need to nor desire to feed off werecreatures. BUT, there do arise some occasions where spawn feed off werecreatures to gain temporary access to higher vampiric power”, “temporary?”, “The spawn needs to keep feeding from the werecreature inorder to remain powerful otherwise the remain powerless spawn” Gale remarked. 

“That…seems dangerous” Wyll said as he read more of the book, “it is, but it seems most lords and masters do this as an alternative to freeing their spawn, give them only a little more power than they have but not enough to other throw them”, “Oh…makes sense”, “this is also why most vampires work with or keep werewolves or any kind of werecreature as servants and slaves…this might also be why werecreatures and vampires have a subtle feud between them, given they are used as basically a power source” Gale muttered. 

Astarion could be heard talking to someone…

“Ah, here we are now” Gale excitedly approached the vampire…strigoi… with Wyll, Astarion was talking to something or rather a certain someone in the bushes.

“Cyris they are fine with me and Roger, I’am sure they will be fine with you and besides, your fed and basically a living fluff ball just come out of the bushes”, a chattering noise could be heard, “he’s right my lycanthropic fellow, you have no need to worry about us turning on you, I’am actually quite excited to study a werecreature if you’d allow me” Gale said as he approached the bushes.

Wyll shrugged “as long as you don’t hurt any innocent people I have nothing against you”, “yhea Cyris, c’mon out we don’t bite…well Astarion does but you know that” Karlach laughed, “a werecreature is a most useful alley if you can control your inner beast” Lae’zel mumbled “I’d quite like to see it”, Shadowheart shrugged “I’am fine with you, just don’t eat me in my sleep”.

Cyris walked out of the bushes standing at his full height, he dwarfed even the biggest Goliath “God-GODS DAMN!” Wyll yelped “you are one big bat!”, “Ah…I see, I was right on the werecreature just wrong on the animal” Gale mumbled, “HOLY SHIT…you are fluffy!” Karlach beamed as she patted Cyris’s head, much to the disapproving glare of Astarion.

“A werebat? I did not know those existed, I knew of your werewolves…but not bats” Lae’zel curiously mumbled, “hu…I didn’t either…he does look kind of cute though” Shadowheart chuckled.

As the camp tucked in for the night, Gale informed Astarion about his new status as a Strigoi, “so…by drinking from Cyris…I’am more powerful? THAT'S AMAZING!” Astarion beamed, “yes but it comes at a price”, “there’s always a damn catch isn't there?” Astarion mumbled, “you’ll have to regularly keep drinking from him, if you miss a day or two you’ll suffer a painful crash back down to being a powerless spawn”, “ok, so? Cyris lets me drink all the time?”, “but if you drink too much there is a chance of you…well becoming…addicted..and possibly falling into a blood-fueled-crazed-rage where you never return” Gale added.

“Oh…” Astarion pondered “well we’ll…we’ll be careful” he said as he sauntered into his tent.

Astarion now had access to power he had never had before…but at the cost of possibly his very sanity…it was worth the risk…besides.

ANYTHING was worth having the upperhand over Cazador.

Anything…

#dnd #werebat #dnd character #fanfic #astarion being kind of cute #astarion x oc #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #lae'zel #bg3 wyll #karlach #shadowheart #cyris being soft #soft astarion

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #203

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 10 ]

SMII7Y

It depends, what are you into?

That's the only reason why I'm fucking here!

Why are you so into that?

What God did you pray to to win that?

There's no way I'm this unlucky, bro.

I better fucking make this.

That's probably a good idea, I should do that too.

They're just pumping out bullshit now.

He was so ready for that.

Let's just clarify what you meant by this sentence right here.

Hey, it's the guy you shot in the head.

Dude, they're going to report me.

Oh, that's kind of fucked up now that I think about it.

You're literally Santa Claus, what are you doing?

Everyone chill...that's the opposite of chill!

You will pay for your treachery.

It says I can place it, but it’s probably going to break.

Alright, boys, it’s on.

I can’t move, I literally can’t move.

I’m actually really glad I wasn’t around to see the actual context of that cause it sounds great.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Beat their ass!

I think we gotta hit him three times.

Hold my hand, damnit.

Wait, they're coming in strong.

Shoot them one by one.

Did I help you guys?

Is this your damn sister, what the hell?

Where the hell are you trying to run too?

Will you open your damn door?

Are you following me?

TERRORISER

Don’t worry guys, I got a flare!

Yes, she got rid of my joke, goddamnit.

Speak up.

Why was I ripped out of the server?

I just want to shoot one of them just to see your reaction.

Let’s get out there, guys.

I was stuck down a hole.

Great, I got nothing.

I’m going to fucking kill you.

Someone find food.

NOGLA

There’s no way you played it without me seeing it.

I have an infected wisdom tooth, and I just chewed a candy on it.

Just give me the card, man, please.

How did he know about the other stuff?

Alright, boys, sorry to let you down.

I feel stared at.

Ah, come on, guys, that was not impressive.

It's so weird seeing you like this.

How are you breathing?

No, I have to order my fries.

FL0M

Fuck, I'm pinned down!

I did, I didn’t see anything!

I lost to some fucking peppers.

It looks like I'm about to puke!

You know, I actually don't think that is true.

I don't know what they do, man!

What the fuck, who is this?

Low energy, I should eat something.

Let me go ask them how they're doing, hey guys.

Dude, I'm almost dead, oh shit!

JERICHO

This one’s for you, man.

Did he kill you too?

He went up straight and executed your ass.

What happened there, that's weird.

Wait, I got an idea.

You literally ran into me.

Oh, this looks promising to me.

Oh my god, you painted the wall.

What the hell, are you guys bringing him to me?

That’s crazy, what could have possibly gone down?

ELILIKESRICE

What the fuck, ya’ll got goldfish memory?

Enemy in the room.

You’re saying I shot the wrong person?

You guys have cool names.

Enemy right here, that's not one of us.

Oh, ya'll hear something, ya'll hear a ghost?

He played dead.

I wish you told me…

You don't have to do that.

I never actually seen anyone just go around picking up bullets.

GRIZZY

The fucking controls are not working!

Yeah, I’ll be back soon.

You broke ass bitch.

You literally had nothing!

Give it to me…for the love of God!

Fuck it, I'm taking my chances…I regret everything.

I don't agree with this!

If they're so boring, tell us.

Guys, I’m thinking red, thoughts?

Now, what kind of fuckery is this?

VANOSSGAMING

There is no time for fucking secrets.

You don’t know which one I was excluding, maybe I was excluding myself, you don’t know.

I’m fine dying here in the front yard.

I’m taking the grave on the right.

Fuck it, I’m taking this grave, rest in piece, boys.

Say please!

Are you fucking kidding me.

Which way is it?

Fuck off, ghost!

Use the force.

KRYOZ

Maybe we should go kill him…knock-knock.

Get the headlight.

I don’t know, I’m loading, it still takes awhile to do that.

Wait, how much money do you have?

I sold a painting to some dumb bitch!

Dude, we’re about to get scammed.

Go to a different wall you dumb little skanky slut.

What makes him dirty?

Yeah, it’s like a flash bang.

I’ve been seeing spots ever since.

#banana bus squad #bbs #banana bus squad prompts #smii7y #h2odelirious #the terroriser #daithi de nogla #fl0m #jericho | tucker #elilikesrice #grizzy #vanossgaming #kryoz #bbs prompts #rpf prompts #dialogue prompts #text #words

[engagemythrusters]

okay. ahsoka ep 3.

i already know jacen is in this bc i got SPOILED but let me tell you im gonna still be shocked anyway skldjflkd

k here we go

These introductions are pointless. Like we saw the last ep last week. If we forgot we can just look it up.

OH WOW she’s hot

“Not bad but not good” WOW HUYANG. Oh wow this guys comin for Sabines whole LIFE here damn

Um ig Ahsoka forgot that Mandalorians can hold their own against jedi just damn fine? Sabine once beat KANAN

Ahsoka: okay time to pretend to be Kanan

UH OKAY. UM. “I can’t see how am I supposed to fight” WAS A STUPID LINE TO GIVE TO SABINE WREN, THE WOMAN RAISED BY KANAN JARRUS, A NOTABLE BLIND JEDI

God can you imagine being stupid enough to give that line to her? Did filoni or Favreau write that line? Sounds on par with how idiotic those two dipshits are. Like that is so stupid. Who is that STUPID.

That’s like an anti-Kanan reference. That’s fucking Kanan retconning.

God I’m so MAD.

Honest to god I’m kinda glad this is only 30 mins long this time. I’m fucjing mad.

She fights like Sabine though. I love this actress for her. She’s doing Sabine so well. Thank you <3

Nyooooom

is mON MOT—SHE IS

Hooray chancellor mothma

JACEN!!!!!

I mean in name only so far but still. My lil snow pea boy

“Causing trouble with chopper” I’m so glad that droid is giving the galaxy hell with multiple generations of syndullas. Here’s to chopper outliving us all

HEY SHUT UP ABOUT HRR FINDING HER SON

She should be allowed to find her son the war hero at any costs

GET HIS ASS

“People who were like family to me” okay uh so that’s a workaround for saying Kanan? But Kanan wasn’t even killed by

JACEN

“Aunt” WHAT

She’s his SISTER

He looks a little like Kanan would have looked. AND NOTHING LIKE HERA (enter usual rant about PISS POOR CHARACTER DESIGN)

Also like. He wants to be a jedi 😭

LIKE HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM 😭

God that look. She’s thinking of Kanan 😭😭😭

“Everyone could be a jedi” is the STUPIDEST TAKE

God i hate this fucking show

And I fucking hate filoni and Favreau so. Fuckingn. Much.

Huyang does NOT like Sabine

And he’s right about jedi and force wielders

She’s so cute I love u Sabeeen <3

T-6 shuttle shot

I love u T-6 shuttles

Wow those are fuckin… old ass ships. Clone war era.

I mean T-6 is even older but I love it so. I do not care.

Also hang on rewind a sec to the “few mandalorians have ever been jedi” okay how do you KNOW that. The two of you have been at odds so much for so long that I’m sure millions went by unnoticed by the jedi

Downgraded from Spheres In Space to fucking Circle In Space 🙄

I love Huyang he’s a bitch

Oh T-6 shuttle they’re really in it now

Oop floaty in space

Huyang out for the count again xoxo

Shin Hati is such a little shit and I ADORE her

She space-suited up in 3 seconds or some shit. God I hate sci fi.

Get yourself ahsoka you’re the dumbass who chose to stand outside

Shin Hati 👁 👁 fr

Oh

My

God

P U R R G I L

Ezra are u there?! 😭😭😭😭

okay after the initial AAAA umm yeah I’m thoroughly disappointed

The purrgil looked so BEAUTIFUL in design and colour and pattern in Rebels… only to be Giant Grey Things in this show?

God I fucking HATE this show.

Anyway half this episode is literally just space fighting. That’s so stupid.

I do like tbis planet. It’s dull and drab like everything else this show has done BUT at least the aesthetic of this one is meant to be dark and drab and dull

Anyway can they go back and follow the fucking purrgil yet

Mr Inquisitor I kind of hope you’re someone cool we already know. That’s a cool trope that I want to see in canon. If not that’s okay I want a cool inquisitor anyway.

So they’re meant to pick up thrawns ship? Like the way Jedi ships used to—

The way DT says purrgil has shocked me to near silence

That’s so funny it’s great and hard in his voice

So yeah that was stupid and awful and it’s good that was only 30 mins of disappointment rather than fucking 50 or whatever

Still love the vibes of this outtro tho. Wish the rest of the show was this cool.

now we just need -rex - ezra - direct kanan mention (like NAMED)

#star wars: ahsoka #spoilers #god am I so displeased with this show.

[zalrb]

OTH 3x01 Rewatch Review

1.  I did not expect a rush of nostalgia to hit me hearing “Feeling A Moment” play in the opening scene but I’m grinning.

2. “I’ve been here alone all night!” way to be obvious, Deb.

3. the inferior ‘hi’

4. “Let’s get you home.” “Uh uh, I can’t be there alone. Will you stay with me?” Why did I see Peyton’s terrible art when she said the last part? Hahaha, I hate them so much.

5. IIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYY

6. Lucas didn’t meet Brooke at the airport with flowers, he met his mother instead, so obviously he never loved her.

7. Nothing screams 2000s like this fucking hair

8. “It didn’t matter without you, none of it mattered without you” then why didn’t you ask him to come with you, Haley, my god.

9. At least he put her stuff in storage and didn’t throw it out or give it away.

10. “There wasn’t a moment when I was away that my heart wasn’t with you in Tree Hill”, he got into a car crash and you didn’t visit him at the hospital, Haley.

11. omg look their chemistry disappeared

12. You match your wallpaper, Lucas

13.

14. “It’s always going to be there isn’t it? You and me.” This is what I’m talking about when I talk about how much I hate Peyton and Lucas, this is the STUPIDEST line, her and Nathan is always going to be there too, you and Nicki, that isn’t unique to you two. “They mean that their profound love is always going to be there” how profound could it be when this is the ridiculous dialogue they have.

15.

jfc i hate this show.

16. I like how all of OTH’s clothes look like they’re from Old Navy. NO BUDGET.

17. Peyton is so freaking exhausting.

18. Haley comes back to Tree Hill SO indignant and it’s laughable.

19. “There was never a day on that tour when I didn’t think you were the best part of my life”

.... are you sure? Because mans literally drove up to see you and you were like soooooooooo I think we made a mistake.

20.  LMAO YOU LEFT ONE MESSAGE, HALEY.

21. “There was never a night where I loved it more than I loved you” bro, you didn’t even call him regularly. I’m rewatching The Sopranos for the millionth time and Tony can call his mistress when he and his daughter make a pit stop at a gas station on her college tour but you can’t call your husband at least once a week? Girl.

22. Does Haley not know how rent works? Why would she think she could just have her apartment back when Nathan moved out?

23. I like how Brooke said she rented the apartment, YOU NEED A COSIGNER. Hell, even Nathan would’ve needed a cosigner emancipated or not, that boy has no credit, jesus christ.

24. OTH’s blatant Sunkist promotion makes me laugh every time. No one is going to drink it.

25. It is SO clear that there aren’t anything in these boxes.

26. “Hey, Mouth, nice work! Brooke gets a place of her own and you already got her in the bedroom.” Heehee slutshaming.

27. And, like, if it was one or two of these types of things then it would be like haha, in jest, but Peyton STAYS slutshaming Brooke.

28. “... a couple of those creepy ‘nobody understands me’ drawings that you do.” I love Brooke.

29.”My problem is with anybody who just vanishes and then waltzes back and expects to be instantly forgiven” and my problem is with people who say they’re someone’s best friend and then repeatedly breaks their heart by hooking up with their boyfriend.

30. Oh look, another shot of Peyton looking morose. Such a change of pace.

31. Haley begging Nathan while trying to physically connect with him and trying to get him to forgive her through sex

is actually pretty quality angst and high key cringe at the same time, like I’m secondhand embarrassed but it’s actually one of my favourite Naley scenes because it’s realistic

32. Lmao Dan and his lack of nuance is always funny. “What you call kindness, I call weakness” OK.

33. “Six billion people--” I’m done.

[druckkugelschreiber]

Finally getting around to the tags I missed during the workshop weekend!

Find the words. Tagged my the lovely @mxkelsifer thanks for the tag!

Search your works for the given words and post the context of what you find! My given words were anger, laugh, shot, and wing!

This is going to be long lol.

Me? Being brief in my writing? I think the fuck not.

Anger

“Hey halfwolf!” someone shoved me from behind and I stumbled. 

With an angry growl I whirled around to face Maria and her two friends. A literal gang. It was like being in highschool all over again, just that humans never dared to get in trouble with changelings. “Didn’t have enough the last time?” I snapped. I never took any shit from people my age. I wouldn’t go toe to toe like this with the older soldiers, but Maria was fucking hot air. 

“Why so tense?” Maria asked with a sneer, “didn’t get a good fuck out of your alpha wolf?” she came closer, “or didn’t she want you in the end after all?”

What? Confusion doused the anger. What the ever loving fuck? “What?”

“Yeah, no wonder she wanted someone as slow as you”, Maria snapped. 

Her eyes fixed on something behind me. The wind blew in the other direction so I didn’t know who or what it was. Maria’s eyes widened in visible fear. 

A presence appeared at my back. Incredibly warm and strong. I knew immediately it was Selenka. Now I could smell her. Her scent wrapped itself around me like your favourite blanket. 

“Leave”, she growled. 

Maria and her friends scattered like leaves in the wind. 

I turned around to Selenka, she was close enough that my shoulders brushed against the front of her body as I turned and it make sparks run up my arm. “I could have handled myself.”

Laugh

I woke to someone wriggling in my arms and it wasn’t Scotch. This was definitely a person sized plushie. I squeezed them tighter and buried my nose in their hair. Grumbling but not forming words. 

Laughter tinkled through the room and the fuzz of sleep in my brain. “Jas.”

Holy fucking shit. My eyes flew open and I found myself cuddled into Nat’s neck. She had turned around some time into the night, properly intertwining our bodies, not even a cat fit between us. 

Blood rushed through my head faster than fire out of a volcano. “Oh my god.”

She grinned at me. “Good morning, sunshine.”

My eyes fluttered shut again and I kind of wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. Her voice raspy from sleep sent me straight into oblivion. 

“Jas”, she whispered and my entire body shuddered. 

“Hmh?”

“I need to get up.”

I let her go. 

Nat rolled out from our cuddle fortress and I listened to her pad to the bathroom. 

I ran a hand down my face and questioned all my life choices. So at what point did I consider asking her out for a date? Was this a date? Was this a friendship thing? Dating women was hard.

Shot

I threw the shirt into the tub behind me and knelt down next to her scanning the bullet wound. “God damn it Ri.” 

“I know”, Lorraine leaned back against the wall, “I’m sorry.” I twitched in surprise when her fingers trailed through my hair, “you deserve better.”

I was pretty sure she wasn’t talking about her showing up to my house wounded and beaten. I looked up at her and saw her walls entirely down and there was true sorrow in them and adoration. My heart ached seeing the play of emotion in her eyes. Which I had once upon a time doubted. The reason why I had broken up. And now she was here and it took her getting shot to show me what I meant to her. 

Wing

I couldn’t help the smile that flickered over my face as she said my name. “I help them out sometimes. And they’re heavier than most in full tack gear so better for training., I'm not letting like the last mission happen again.”

I flashed the left wing, but only slightly. 

Natasha’s eyes still got stuck on it. “You’re fully recovered then?”

I nodded and folded out the wing entirely so she could take a look at the healed primaries and secondaries. There was a thin silver grey line where the flesh had been damaged and the colour faded back into the powerful blue outside of it. I didn’t often get scars from wing injuries, but then again I rarely had wing injuries in general. It was somewhat poetic that Natasha’s rescue had caused that injury. 

Natasha stepped closer and she raised her hand. Her eyes flickered over to me in question. 

She either had read my file or she was just you know the normal kind of person who didn’t touch someone else without consent. I gave her a 'go ahead' nod. 

Her fingers ghosted over the scar. “It scarred.”

I smiled. “Something to remember you by. Not everyone can say they rescued the Black Widow.” 

She snorted. Her fingers prickled on my feathers and I barely resisted the urge to press my wing into the touch. Natasha rested her hand gently on the feathers once and then pulled back. “I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

We do not talk about the fact that finding a oneshot for 'laugh' was the hardest lol.

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